Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13676376. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage, Rape/Non-Con Category: Multi, F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Fandom: Neon_Genesis_Evangelion, ゲート_自衛隊彼の地にて斯く戦えり_|_GATE:_Jietai_Kanochi_nite Kaku_Tatakaeri_(Anime), League_of_Legends, NieR:_Automata_(Video_Game), Drag-On_Dragoon_|_Drakengard, Love_Live!_Sunshine!!, Pocket_Monsters_| Pokemon_-_All_Media_Types, Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Main_Video_Game Series), Pocket_Monsters:_Sun_&_Moon_|_Pokemon_Sun_&_Moon_Versions, Overwatch_(Video_Game), Love_Live!_School_Idol_Project, Fire_Emblem: Fuuin_no_Tsurugi_|_Fire_Emblem:_Binding_Blade, Fire_Emblem_Series, Fire Emblem_Musou_|_Fire_Emblem_Warriors, Fire_Emblem:_Kakusei_|_Fire_Emblem: Awakening, Persona_5, Boku_wa_Tomodachi_ga_Sukunai_|_Haganai, Kingdom Hearts Relationship: Souryuu_Asuka_Langley/Kaji_Rouji, Rory_Mercury/Yōji_Itami, Soraka/Ezreal, 2B/A2, 2B/OC, Ohara_Mari/OC, Dr._Kukui_|_Professor_Kukui/Lillie, Lillie/ Kukui, Moon/Kukui, Widowmaker_|_Amélie_Lacroix/Reader, Lillie/Sun_ (Pokemon), Lillie/Moon_(Pokemon), Lyndis/Male_My_Unit_|_Avatar, Kurusu Akira/Takamaki_Ann, Ayase_Eli/OC, Hasegawa_Kodaka/Kashiwazaki_Sena, Aqua/ Terra_(Kingdom_Hearts), Caitlyn/Jayce_(League_of_Legends), Nishikino Maki/OC, Anthiese_|_Celica/Savor_|_Saber, Hoshizora_Rin/OC Character: Souryuu_Asuka_Langley, Kaji_Ryouji, Rory_Mercury, Itami_Youji, Soraka_ (League_of_Legends), Ezreal_(League_of_Legends), 2B_(NieR:_Automata), A2_ (NieR:_Automata), Ohara_Mari, Moon_(Pokemon), Protagonist_(Pokemon_Sun_& Moon), Lillie_(Pokemon), Widowmaker_|_Amélie_Lacroix, Sun_(Pokemon), Lyndis_(Fire_Emblem), My_Unit_|_Reflet_|_Robin, Takamaki_Ann, Kurusu Akira, Ayase_Eli, Hasegawa_Kodaka, Kashiwazaki_Sena, Aqua_(Kingdom Hearts), Terra_(Kingdom_Hearts), Caitlyn_(League_of_Legends), Jayce_ (League_of_Legends), Nishikino_Maki, Savor_|_Saber, Anthiese_|_Celica, Hoshizora_Rin Additional Tags: Rough_Sex, Multiple_Orgasms, Multiple_Creampies, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, FaceFucking, blowjob, Teasing, Seduction, Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Loli, Older_Woman/Younger_Man, Dirty_Talk, Illustrated, Breast_Fucking, Titjob, Dom/sub, Gangbang, Orgy, Dubious_Consent, Mindbreak, hot_spring_sex, First_Time, Doggy_Style, Lap_Sex, Swimsuits, Bikini_-_Freeform, Bondage, First_Person, Table_Sex, Impregnation, Breeding, Clothed_Sex, Face- Fucking, Skull_Fucking, Rough_Oral_Sex, Hair-pulling, Established Relationship, Schoolgirls, Armpit_Kink, Bathroom_Sex, Rape, Somnophilia, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Brat, Bratting, Beach_Sex, Stranger_Sex, Promiscuity, Shower_Sex, Post-Canon, Car_Sex, race_queen, Tomboy Stats: Published: 2018-02-14 Updated: 2018-03-31 Chapters: 18/34 Words: 102803 ****** The Smutstravaganza Exhibition ****** by EndmostGekko_(Krivoklatsko), Erevate, Geist_(Geist9871), GuardianBell, Lewdsmoke, Scrib_eyeSteak, usermechanics, WaddleBuff Summary A curated collection of smut derived from vidya, animu, and beyond! Featuring a wide variety of stories penned by skilled, quality authors and accompanied by titillating art, our colored exhibition has one guarantee: every story featured here will be very, very smutty. Requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! The doors to our exhibits are open, so come on in! COMING SOON: Easter 2017 Showcase ***** Directory ***** Chapter by Erevate, WaddleBuff Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes =============================================================================== Hello there! I’m WaddleBuff, curator and contributor to this humble exhibition. We are always expanding and adding new additions to the gallery, so here is a resource for you, our most valuable guests, to make sure you don’t get lost. We hope things around here aren’t too complicated, and if they are, upper management is always listening, so please comment for any improvements we could add to smoothen your overall experience.  Thank you, and we hope you enjoy your visit here at the Smutstravaganza Exhibition!   (REMEMBER, CTRL+F IS YOUR FRIEND)   ===============================================================================  Legend ===============================================================================     AU:Story takes place in an alternate universe (drastic changes to world and lore; does not pertain to soft “what if’s”). C: Story is a commission. G(#): Story is a galleryfic; story utilizes multiple pieces of visual artwork woven into the narrative, much like a picture book! The number within the parentheses represents how many pictures are used in the story. R:Story is a repost; it’s been published before, but is included in collection for exposure/quality. RQ:Story is a request. S:Story is a sequel to a previous piece featured in the collection. X:Story is a crossover.   ===============================================================================  Exhibit List ===============================================================================   Thinking_with_His_Schwanzby WaddleBuff  [Asuka, Kaji] Neon Genesis Evangelion| G(3) [older man/younger woman, multiple creampies/orgasms, dirty talk, anal, rough sex, blow job]    After months of enduring her teasing, Kaji decides to indulge a little and accepts one of Asuka's many invitations to Misato's empty apartment.   ...just a little, of course.    ===============================================================================    A_Carnal_Sacrifice by WaddleBuff [Rory, Itami] Gate: Jieitai Kano Chi nite, Kaku Tatakaeri  | R [older woman/younger man, loli, seduction, doggy style, multiple creampies/ orgasms]   Rory had always been a blatant, blatant tease, a minx with an unholy curse that makes her feel hot whenever the swords start clashing and the bullets start flying. So when a covert op attacks during their stay at a hot spring, Itami finds Rory in her usual heated state...but with everyone asleep and nothing but two yukatas between their naked skin, will he be able to resist this time?   ===============================================================================   A_Star_Guardian's_Secret by Erevate [Soraka, Ezreal] League of Legends | R  [hot springs sex, multiple creampies/orgasms] Saving the world can make one tense. Luckily for Ezreal, Soraka waits at a nearby hot spring, more than willing to help alleviate him of anything he's pent-up.   ===============================================================================    The_Licentation_Virusby WaddleBuff [2B, A2, OC's] Nier: Automata | C [gangbang, dubious consent, multiple creampies/orgasms]   Going rogue, 2B agrees to rendezvous with A2 to inspect a supposed anomaly concerning some strange Machine lifeforms. But she has not an inkling of what awaits for her there, of what dormant forces lay in wait to ensnare her and A2, nor of what dormant pleasures rest within her body. In the ruins of Man, the two androids are about to awaken something inside them that they never knew they could feel. And all it will take is a few helping hands.   ===============================================================================   The_Princess,_the_Merger,_and_the_Hot_Springby WaddleBuff [Mari Ohara, OC] Love Live! Sunshine!!  [seduction, hot springs sex, multiple creampies/orgasms, rough sex, first time]   All of her life, Mari Ohara has been groomed and pampered to become the princess of her father's dynasty. But all of that responsibility and constant facade can make a young girl like her tense. Fortunately, she meets a man who could help her relieve some of that tension, a man who could make her forget that she's a princess, and teach her what it's like to be a woman.   ===============================================================================    Free_Loadsby GuardianBell [Lillie, Moon, Kukui] Pokemon: Sun and Moon [older man/younger woman, bikini/swimsuit sex, seduction, couch sex, rough sex, creampie, first time]   Being stuck with two freeloading teenage lodgers would usually be an inconvenient burden. Luckily for Professor Kukui, his lodgers are Lillie and Moon, grateful girls who are more than willing to compensate their burden with their company, and eager to let the professor give them a few private lessons before school begins.   ===============================================================================   Webbedby LewdSmoke [Widowmaker, Reader] Overwatch | R  [first person, light bondage, body worship]   Placing yourself in the silky clutches of the infamous Widowmaker, your hot lips eagerly become acquainted with her cold skin. You begin to wonder if she is more passionate than she lets on, and if you can really handle everything that potentially entails.   ===============================================================================   Where_the_Lillie_Bloomsby Erevate [Lillie, Moon] [Lillie, Sun] Pokemon: Sun and Moon | R [first time, multiple orgasms]   Lillie and Moon get some steamy alone time after they meet.   ===============================================================================   Afterparty_Dessert by scribEye_Steak  [Lyn, Robin] Fire Emblem Warriors  [rough sex, blowjob, established relationship, multiple creampies/orgasms, clothed sex, table sex]   Lyn and Robin; two warriors brought together by unforeseen circumstances Shortly after the arrival of their time-displaced daughter, the two enjoy a long-needed night of afterparty passion.   ===============================================================================   A_Little_Too_Physicalby WaddleBuff [Ann, Akira]  Persona 5  [rough sex, multiple creampies/orgasms, deepthroating, skullfucking, established relationship, dom/sub]   Wanting to try a little something more daring in their budding sexual acquaintance, Ann decides to seduce Akira during P.E. class, earning an entire day's worth of punishment.   ===============================================================================    Some_Vigorous_De-Stressing by WaddleBuff [Eli Ayase, OC] Love Live! School Idol Project | G(2) [older man/younger woman, stranger sex, rough sex, multiple creampies/orgasms]   Eli Ayase is the perfect role model, the cream of the crop of Otonokizaka. But once the pressures of that life doubles up with the trials of her budding idol career, the girl has to find a way to de-stress. Just a mindless distraction to forget about all of that for a few hours at a time. ...and what better way to forget than to fool around with a tall, dark stranger?   ===============================================================================   Deep_Cleanse by usermechanics [Sena, Kodaka] Haganai [bathing sex, mulitple creampies/orgasms, blowjob, first time]   They agreed on 7:30, but Sena wasn't ready. A bit of improvisation never hurt anyone.   ===============================================================================   Terra_Rapes_Aquaby EndmostGekko [Aqua, Terra] Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep [rape, non-consent, somnophilia]   Terra rapes Aqua.   ===============================================================================   Overworkedby Geist [Caitlyn, Jayce] League of Legends| R [friends with benefits, vanilla]   Stricken by a case she cannot seem to solve, Caitlyn is consumed by the pressure of her job. With Jayce swinging by to check on her, she decides to relieve some of her stress.   ===============================================================================   Strawberry_Beach_Cocktailby GuardianBell [Maki, OC] Love Live! School Idol Project  [seduction, stranger sex, older man/younger woman, beach sex, bikini]   An attempt to get away from it all turns into a steamy affair on the beach with a certain shrewd, red headed idol. You don't exactly know who she is or where shes's from, but that ass makes it hard to care...   ===============================================================================   Relief by scribEye_Steak [Celica, Saber] Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia  [older man/younger woman, rough sex, impromptu sex, shower sex, established relationship]   One too many stressful days has led her to her private bathing chambers...and to his arms.   ===============================================================================   Nyoomby WaddleBuff [Rin, OC] Love Live! School Idol Project [race queen, multiple creampies/orgasms, impromptu sex, rough sex, car sex]   He's watched his favorite race queen from a distance for too long. It's about time he shows her how much he appreciates her.   ===============================================================================     ===============================================================================  COMING SOON: Easter 2017 Showcase ===============================================================================     Chapter End Notes Disclaimer: Just to clarify, I take no credit for any of the artwork I post; they are included in the stories to give appreciation to the original artists, as well as enhancing the experience for you, our dear guests! ***** [Asuka, Kaji] Thinking with His Shwanz ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary After months of enduring her teasing, Kaji decides to indulge a little and accepts one of Asuka's many invitations to Misato's empty apartment. ...just a little, of course. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================  Thinking With His Schwanz by WaddleBuff ===============================================================================     (sauce) ♪ ===============================================================================  Kaji Ryoji had plenty experience when it came to indulging in women. Other than his penchant for garden-tending, it was his main hobby, a familiar and comfortable pastime. But most importantly, women were predictable; exactly what Kaji needed in a world gone to hell. Despite his cool, aloof demeanor, Kaji was a man of control. He liked knowing that things were gonna go the way he wanted them to, when he wanted them to.  He liked keeping his life as organized as he could, only makingit look like he was just making shit up as he was going along. It is most likely due to this familiarity with control and order that Kaji fell into his current predicament, lost and sexually-involved with the Second Children herself, Asuka Langley Soryu. At first, her brazen pleas for his affection were so overt and childish that it was easy to coolly sidestep her. Couple that with the fact that he still had a moral obligation to see her as more of a daughter or little sister due to his status as her ex-guardian, and Kaji pretty much never entertained the thought of seeing her as a potential conquest. He always preferred the ones who played hard to get, anyway. But eventually, as brazen and childish and overt as she was, he couldn’t deny the allure of her fit, virile, and developing body. He saw her strut around in her skintight plugsuit every single day, feel her budding breasts through the sundress she loved to wear during the weekends, see how her creamy thighs complimented whatever color panties she was wearing during the days she dared to flash him a peek with her smug little grin. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, and that fact just ingrained itself into his tempted mind every time he caught the little jiggle of her asscheeks gripped by tight red latex, or her favorite white panties. (sauce) Eventually, he couldn’t deny one of her countless invitations to Misato’s apartment while her two roommates were busy at NERV with differing hours. She was ecstatic, of course, but he was still cautious, trying to justify what the hell he was doing without any respite. This wasn’t like him. He was a man of control , he understood consequences, only went for things when he knew he would get out without a scratch. Getting involved with Asuka like this…there was no way he would get out of it unscathed. No way she would, either. These were clear, things Kaji should have seen from a mile away when he said yes to Asuka’s first invitation to visit her right after she came back from school to “teach her how a woman should kiss”. There were so many red flags, so many reasons why the consequences utterly obliterated whatever lingering curiosity and temporary satisfaction this pursuit would wrought. These were things Kaji shouldhave seen. Instead, Kaji’s usually-sharp mind would just drift to how soft her lips felt against the stubble of his cheek, and how he wondered what it would feel like to run his hands down the sides of her narrow waist, and soon enough, all he could see was her lips, her budding breasts, the curve of her sashaying hips. So, the day came, and she stood there in the middle of Misato’s apartment fresh from class. She gripped the fabric of her skirt nervously, looking at Kaji with a blush and an excited but anxious bite of her lip. Kaji felt like he was going to get court-martialed and thrown into prison just for being in the same room as her. “So, Kaji-san...are you going to teach me or not?” Just the right amount of confidence from the Asuka he knew, layered with innocence that made Kaji gulp. He felt something stir in his groin, and as he gently sat her down onto Misato’s living room floor, leaned into her puckered, virgin lips, Kaji knew he was taking a ticket straight to hell. He taught her well that day, with soft and tasting pecks at first, Kaji pushing the limits of his self-control, playing footsies with the devil, hands tentatively grasping at the small of her back, daring to smooth up her neck, untie the red bow of her middle school uniform. By the third meeting with her, he was using his tongue, teaching her how to parry his hot swirls and wet swipes, their teeth almost touching as she would moan and squeal at the sensations assailing her. His hands were on her thighs now, and she squealed for the first time into his mouth. It was a sensation that he knew he would want to feel and hear again. And it was the first time he grabbed her soft breasts through her shirt. By the fifth meeting, as they made out for almost an hour with Asuka’s panty- clad groin grinding into his under her bunched-up skirt on Misato’s dining room chair, Kaji decided: this felt wrong and he knew it was wrong, but there was no denying that it turned him on harder than he had been in years. There were no consequences. He came his pants like a goddamn teenager, biting into her neck, licking down her skin and tore open her uniform to rip off her bra. There was only Asuka, and he wanted all of what that entailed. By the sixth meeting, Kaji decided another thing as his lips greedily sucked on her clit on the floor of the apartment kitchen, smooth thighs crushing his cheeks as her dainty little fingers pulled harshly on the hair of his scalp with every scream accompanying every orgasm: he was going as far as he could with this girl, knowing full well that Asuka would let him do anything he wanted. She had asked him how to kiss like a woman? He was going to show this girl how to do everythinglike a fucking woman. The days turned into a blur, mounting and escalating, his hands growing familiar with her skinny body, his lips accustomed to her tongue, but his cock growing only more eager, his lust growing only hotter. Kaji was slipping deeper into something with this girl, and whatever it was, he was enjoying it more than anything he had ever felt with anyof the women in his conquests. By the eleventh meeting, after teaching the girl how to properly coax cum from his cock using her hands, how to properly take him past her lips and tongue, how to take him into her throat completely, how to swallow his loads without choking, and finally, how to loosen her suffocating little pussy enough to accept every inch of Kaji’s manmeat, he found himself railing into her bareback on the dining table, savoring every kiss, every scream, every climax, every German curse from her pouty little lips. An hour later, he didn’t realize he had cum inside her little snatch four times until she said so in a breathless whimper. She was panting, cheek pressed against the hardwood floor and her ass in his hands, a constant drip and splatter of white falling into rhythm with her panting between her legs. “I’m still...only 14, you idiot...what if I get pregnant…” Kaji answered by pushing his cock back into her, earning a shuddering moan and a shiver. His nails dug into Asuka’s skin, and he looked at her with eyes of a man possessed as he began to thrust again, driving into her, her tightness almost painful with how she clenched, so wet and hot. “You cum every time I do. So that means...you love- ” Kaji said, giving an especially hard thrust at “love”, his cock throbbing at the sound of her whining, at the sight of her trying to find a grip as her sweaty body slipped wetly on the floor. “-the feeling of my cum, shooting into your naughty, slutty....pussy…” Kaji concluded, every dirty word not chosen with rationality, but with that animalistic lust that was taking hold of him completely. Every dirty word accompanied by a hard thrust of his hips, his thighs slamming into her pert ass, his cock squeezing out dollops of semen from previous loads to splatter between her thighs, adding to the puddle on Misato’s floor. Asuka, still breathless, only whined as he added his fingers, and, as if on instinct, began pushing back against his thrusts, clenching her insides with intention, tongue almost lolling out of her mouth. She felt Kaji’s naked body drape itself over her back, felt his other arm circle around her chest, his tongue on her sweaty, sweaty neck, fiery breath on her ear. “Isn’t that right, Asuka? Don’t you love being filled with my cum?” She answered by pulling his head forward a few inches so she could attempt to shove her tongue down his throat, and the puddle of slippery, gooey essence below their bodies eventually doubled. That was a week ago, as opposed to the few days or sometimes even hoursbetween the previous meetings. Kaji was hungry, ravenous. He dreamt of her, daydreamed of her. Whenever they saw each other, pretending that they were the ordinary guardian and girl duo they used to be around other people, his hands itched to take her away to an abandoned office and slide into her heat with her plug suit pooled around her ankles. It should have surprised him, alerted him how eager he was to get a call from the girl, get one of the little slips of paper she would slip into his pocket when she would embrace him in one of her hugs whenever they ran into each other at N.E.R.V. HQ. He was a man of control, and at the beginning of him deciding to go through with this, Kaji promised himself that he would make this fling like any other; have his fun, don’t make it longer than a month, and cut her off before she got attached. He repeated the terms in his head that day of the tenth meeting in Misato’s apartment, wary of the cameras along the way, but unwary and unaware of how blinded he was with lust. In a blur of a brisk walk and an elevator ride later, Asuka stood before him, blushing, as usual. She was very obviously fresh out of her plug suit, wearing an oversized t-shirt (Shinji’s, most likely), athletic shorts that were currently hidden by the maroon of her top, and the two ever-present A10 Nerve clips nestled atop the auburn of her hair. “Kaji-san…” she said, almost in a whisper. At that moment he realized just how heavily he was breathing, the drop of sweat rolling down his neck, and how hard he already was, looking at the treat presented to him in the doorway. Then, with a single stride, he pushed her into the apartment, blindly locked the door behind him, and before another word could be said, shoved Asuka into the nearest wall and locked his lips over hers. His hands greedily went under her shirt, smoothing up and down her back, nails scratching the upper curve of her thighs. He felt the fabric of her shorts, angrily pulling them down. With a smile on her lips he felt her hands fumbling clumsily at the buckle of his trousers’ belt; he’d have to give her a lesson on that later. Kaji couldn’t stop. His kisses, his hands on her skin, breathing in her scent, Kaji wanted all of her, his cock throbbing painfully as the bulge under his trouser zipper. The pair attempted to walk with tongues still writhing, lips still tousling. Kaji tugged on the shorts bunched up around Asuka’s upper thighs, letting them fall down to her ankles. She stumbled out of them, letting out a small squeak as his strong arms encircled her harder. He felt her small breasts push against him. Her nipples were already pebbly enough to dig into his own chest. He felt her squeal into his mouth again, grinning widely after slamming her into another wall. It was tight in the narrow hallway from the entrance, but Kaji made sure it felt tighter. He pressed his knee roughly between her legs. Not exactly the most effective maneuver, but he gained a moan from her regardless. She pulled back from their kiss, banging her head against the white of the drywall. They both panted, already hot, already a little winded. Kaji glared at her with a look he hadn’t given anyone since the night back in university after a long, torturous day of Misato cockteasing him without putting out anything at all. He had fucked her into oblivion, and it was crystal clear in the look he gave Asuka while his hands practically ripped off the tie around his neck and began to unfasten his shirt buttons that he had every intent to do the same to this girl. He had no need to hide his hunger, no need to act like he usually did, all composed and cool. Right now, he felt the exact opposite of what he usually made himself out to be. Right now, he was unbound and hot, absolutely ravenous. Asuka looked up at him with eyes desperate and teary, scared but needy. She jolted when he didn’t bother to unbutton his shirt, a loudly ripping the rest of it off before throwing it aside. One of the popped buttons hit her square on the cheek. This wasn’t the Kaji she had a crush on at all. But both of them knew that despite the fear under the goosebumps on her arms, this was the Kaji she wanted most of all. Shirtless, Kaji didn’t give the teen a chance to check him out, closing what little distance was between them as he made a beeline for her neck. He cradled her head, sucking and licking the droplets of sweat, the residue from her day in a plugsuit buried under a thin layer of bitter perfume on the shoulder bared by his prying fingers. He punished her by biting. Hard. His left hand pressed against her taut stomach, feeling her gasp and breathe and shiver. He moved back to her neck, feeling her plead wordlessly to stop with small fingers digging into his own neck, but feeling how her breath hitched longingly for his teeth as he gave a hickey almost deep enough to draw blood. “W-We passed my...room, Kaj-” Asuka started to say, before she gasped in a shudder. Her legs shivered and her eyes squeezed shut as her pubescent body felt lightningshoot through her; one of Kaji’s fingers dug into her burning tight snatch, wriggling devilishly as his palm smothered her clit. “I don’t give a fuck,” he said in her ear. At least, that’s what Asuka thought he said, for his words came as more of a growl than anything, hot and savage and gravelly. Either way, even when her hands feebly tried to tug at his wrist to stop him, Asuka had no choice but to ride the wave, letting the sensations of his assault drown her. Asuka still had pride, but only a shred, a shred that made her hand cover the moans bursting from her throat. But there was no denying that she was so fucking wet. It echoed throughout the entire apartment, the muffle of her squeals merely making the squelches of Kaji’s finger squirming into her tight snatch more accentuated. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have a long respite from letting Kaji hear her. A bolt of pain struck her wrist as he took it and pinned it roughly against the wall above her. She squealed loudly at that, and also at the way he simultaneously curved his finger in a way that just duginto her inner flesh in a way her own relatively puny fingers could never do. She was breathless, looking at Kaji with pure desperation as his finger, justhis finger drove her wild beneath the cotton of her panties. She tightened. She shook, barely able to stand when- “Ahnnn...scheisse..!!!...AHNNN K-KAJI...KOMMEN, CHRISTUS IC-..I’M-” She seized up, pleasure crashing through her, the goosebumps tiding through her skin. She gasped and clung to Kaji for dear life, feeling the man press into her for support, breathing deep lungfuls of air with her chin on his shoulder. He still had a finger inside her, wriggling less roughly, but his palm had resumed its embrace with her clit, and soon another crash, a smaller one, shivered throughout her body. “...ahn… ” Asuka moaned, panting, feeling how much she squirted, something she had neverachieved during any of her private experimentation, no matter how deep or fast her fingers went. A minute passed before the orgasm finally stopped slamming into her, finally stopped lapping at her with soft shivers, and finally she gained the strength the stand on her own again. Kaji pulled back, looking at the sight, letting go of her wrist, slipping out of the moist, damp little nook of her snatch. He let her stand on her own completely, swatting away the hand on her shoulder. Asuka leaned against the wall, breathless. Her previous orgasms, or what was left of them, trickled in between her thighs. Some of the small rivulets began to pitter-patter onto the floor. She bashfully crossed her arms, looking up at him with those eyes again. The fear was still there, but Kaji saw how dilated her pupils were, how her tears weren’t from that fear or pain or embarrassment, but from sheer sensation. She looked so young, so girlish and pathetic. Not yet a woman, but despite her title as Second Children, anything but a child. And as she leaned there, panting, not even covering up the shame of her soaked panties, hair only a littledisheveled, and lips apart, wordless, eyes drooped, Asuka Langley was the very image of perfection. A clatter resounded in the apartment that made Asuka let out a shuddering breath. Kaji realized he had thrown aside his belt while staring down at this little one, this minx, this fucking dessert. A small clatter of a button and a zipper, his pants followed. His cock was straining so hard in his boxers, the way the girl in front of him locked onto the bulge made that bulge pulse, throb. Yes, Asuka wasn’t mistaken when she looked up at him and almost smiled in pure knowing expectation, yet eyes widening with just a tad bit more fear: Kaji had every intent to fuck her, fuck her harder than last week, than anything she had ever expected when she fantasized, fingerfucked herself before sleep, when she invited him with a teasing finger on his arm to teach her how to kiss. When Kaji slammed into her then, tongue in her mouth, hands grabbing anything and everything  on her body, he also knew he had every intent to fuck Asuka until he wasn’t conscious. This was ten times worse than the day Misato had cockteased him into oblivion; Misato had cockteased him for an entire day, during their dates, during the bus rides, during the movie. Asuka Langley Soryu had cockteased him for months, depositing more than enough insinuations and jailbait fantasies to last a man a lifetime. And now he was about to make a hefty withdrawal. At this point, making out with her, breathing her very essence into his nostrils, Kaji was sure of three things, three things that he knew he loved about this girl, three things that he loved about her before that first invitation for a kiss, three things he loved about her when she was naked and spread for him to do whatever he pleased. So Kaji mused over them as his fingers, still wet from her previous squirts of essence, slipped past the hem of her panties once again. 1. Her vulnerability. Asuka was such a brat, so confident and domineering, strutting around anywhere as if she owned everywhere. She wore her A10 Nerve clips like a tiara or a crown, as if it was proof of her royalty, of her noble privilege. She spoke down to anyone who wasn’t her as if she was above everyone. But not to him. Especially not now. His tongue made sure of it. It swirled and shoved, and for what a big mouth Asuka seemed to have, it barely seemed to accommodate. Her own tongue was just as small, as it slipped past his own lips constantly, slick and soft against the underside of his. Her body, something she was so proud of, her developing curves the crux of much of her pride, all of it melted for him, for his taking. While her head squirmed and tilted to try and keep up with his rough, overpowering kisses, Kaji’s hands kept every other part of her occupied. He roamed up her stomach, pressing into her belly whenever she shuddered with squeals gagged by his tongue. He would tease at her nipples, sometimes even going through the topmost opening of her t-shiert and gently grasp her neck, making her crane upwards even more as the saliva from their mouths’ contact trickles down. But it was his dominant hand that made sure Asuka couldn’t resist, couldn’t deny him, even if she tried. His fingers dug, traced, circled, curled, controlled the girl like strings on a marionette. At her moist core, she was her most vulnerable, she could be tamed. She was all his. Kaji finally pulled away from her mouth, panting. Strings and frothy dribbles of saliva followed, both of their chins stained.  He retracted his hands from her heat. He took the one that was buried inside her, rubbing his thumb against his fingers, feeling the viscous arousal before bringing it to his lips. He made a show of licking them. He could see Asuka’s horniness double, felt it when he closed in on her mouth again. She was all his, and in no way was that more apparent now as he grinded into her, making the girl shudder with the very contact of his clothed cock pulsating against her eager, eager quim. His fingers ran through her hair as they kept kissing, his tongue forcing itself past her teeth once more. She was all his, and the A10 Nerve clips that she so proudly wore clattered to the ground, shoved off by Kaji’s still-sticky fingers. 1. Her body The only preference Kaji truly had in women was this: they had to be beautiful. And that word was something that could apt describe what he saw in front of him, pushing his naked cock against the small of this girl’s naked back. Asuka was developing into a woman rapidly, quickly gaining curves that most fourteen-year-old girls would kill for. But she still retained the youthful skin, the unblemished quality of her age, and the juxtaposition made her so flawless, so ripefor his rough and experienced hands to defile. Foreplay was usually a hassle, a chore. Fingers becoming drenched, jaws growing locked and tired. But with Asuka, Kaji swore he could spend an entire day lavishing every goddamn inch of that skin with his tongue. It felt like a privilege that she even let him finger her as he did now, shoving her into the wall with his left hand now indulging in the soft inner tightness of her snatch. His right hand wrapped around her breast beneath her shirt, that youthful quality of her breasts like a magnet for his experienced hands. He couldn’t wait to see this girl naked again, suck on her nipples like a babe, run his tongue from her thighs all the way up her side to her armpits. If there was any, anysolid reason that made Kaji act so blindly and rashly, so out of character, it was this. His baser instincts had a hard time resisting, especially when she would cum as she did now, especially when her body would surge so sensually as it did now, especially when her breasts would jiggle, springing free from a recklessly ripped-away shirt as they did now. Kaji roughly grabbed her wrist, and once a few paces into the living room, shoved the now-shirtless Asuka into one of Misato’s beanbags. He beheld her for only a second as she breathed, chest heaving, the thinnest sheen of sweat on the skin of her belly, panties soaked and her juices staining her legs in small rivulets, her arms already raised above her, hands clutching for the inevitable, eyes dark yet vibrant. It took only a moment for his boxers to join Asuka’s shirt, for his hand to squeeze one of her soft, soft breasts, and for his lips to latch onto one of her perfect pink pebbly nipples as she squirmed and squirmed beneath him. This was the answer to his justifications to any second guessing. The taste of her teenage breasts as he sucked and licked, marking her soft virgin skin with his vicious bites, thiswas it. Asuka’s body had him wrapped around her little finger, and as he grabbed her ruined pair of panties in a fist, they both knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. 1. Her eagerness Asuka was wet. Positively dripping, literallydripping with arousal. With her panties thrown off into some godforsaken corner of the living room in a wet wad of cloth, that fact was obvious now, clear essence trickling all over the beanbag that Kaji had carelessly lain her on. But what made it more obvious was the loud noises of squelching moistness that echoed in the room as Kaji fingered her, pistoning his index and middle fingers as his thumb roughly toggled with her clit. His left hand, previously covered in the very same arousal spouting from her hairless snatch, making a sticky mess of the beanbag’s cloth as well as the clean Shinji-cleaned hardwood floor beneath it, swirled around Asuka’s mouth as she lolled her head about gargling incoherent German, pleading single syllable begs for more in gagged Japanese. Her tongue aimlessly slipped between the fingers Kaji kept between her teeth, and once his large fingers began to curl, coaxing out more of her slick heat into an eventual orgasm, she began to suck on them, thin, small lips eager to fit in more fingers until three of them wriggled between her cheeks, gagging her squeals. Naked, positively vulnerable and bare below him, Kaji, just as naked as she was discounting the tie that kept his hair from interfering with any precious second of his view, Asuka’s arching, convulsing teenage body was perfection. As much as he would have loved to lick that skin all night, Kaji knew he would rather finger her all night instead, controlling her every breath, her every sigh. He loved her body, loved watching it, but one thing that he loved more, one thing that was present in this girl from the very first kiss they shared all those weeks ago, was her eagerness. She was but a virgin a month or so ago before she began fooling around with Shinji, but now, here she was, baring herself to Kaji’s touch, letting him do anythinghe wanted to her. And Christ, he loved that the most about this little minx. She pleaded when it hurt, when the sensations overcame and overwhelmed her, of course, but any other time, Asuka never protested, always eager, always excitedfor whatever Kaji wanted. He remembered staring at her in awe as she had convulsed with her legs splayed on the floor, squirting out an orgasm as she cupped his balls and took his cock deep, deep down her throat for the first time without choking, subsequently making him unable to stop the torrent of cum that she swallowed and sucked as if it was the sweetest of yogurt. She was always so wet for him, so fucking horny, that now, Kaji knew foreplay would never be a necessity. “Chris tus ficken CHRISTUS-” Asuka said after roughly tearing her mouth away from his fingers, strings of saliva following suit as her tongue hung from her lips with German curses freshly squealing from them. The orgasms that followed squirted so hard that a jet of sticky heat kissed him on the neck, her pussy clenched so tight Kaji could barely move his fingers. There was a minute or two of peace, of a decline as he stopped. He let her rest, let the air dry the saliva and girlcum on his fingers, patiently as he can kneeling before her, cock throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. Asuka’s eyes were shut as she panted, thin body letting out small convulsions, aftershocks of her previous orgasms. She muttered “fuck” in two languages in succession under her breath, feeling herself leak more than she could ever achieve with her own fingers, or even any of her well-hidden German-engineered toys. But soon enough, she knew even with that, she wanted more. She felt cold. Opening her eyes, they met with Kaji’s whose pupils still burned and raged. And soon enough, she leaked, eager, and hungry again, energy regained. She tried her best to smile, to grin as she took the hands that were above her head, and smoothed them down her body, palms down her breasts, pressed against the tightness of her stomach. Kaji’s eyes grew wide at the unexpected spectacle the little minx put on as she looked at him with hooded eyelids, biting her lip in the sexiest way a fourteen-year-old girl could possibly ever do. And finally, those naughty little hands smoothed down her thighs before moving towards her snatch. Like magic, those legs of hers hypnotized Kaji’s pulse, controlled his every heavy, hungry, desperate breath as they split open, and Asuka’s naughty fingers grasped the lips of her wet, hornypussy, and spread them. The pinkness of her inner folds that Kaji had been teasing all night was ready. As ready as they were when she was thinking about him all day in the suffocating tightness of her plugsuit. “Hurry up and fuck me...Kaji,” she said, dropping the honorific with a snarky, rebellious intent. Kaji shook his head. Her eagerness was the best part about her, but it still surprised him how far she was willing to go. Not that he was complaining, as he practically scrambled like a starving vagabond on all fours, kissing her roughly while his right hand grabbed the base of his throbbing cock, and with expert guesswork, plunged into her suffocatingly-tight, wet, and positively eagerpussy. With that, Kaji’s musings of what he loved about her ended, his justifications, his plans for how he should end this, all of it dissipated and shattered into infinitesimal grains of dust. Before long, the beanbag heaved, and Asuka began to squeal and scream as Kaji’s entire rigidness squeezed into her repeatedly; he was fucking her, fucking her as hard as she wanted, as he could take without cumming within five minutes. But he did cum within five minutes. He was throwing almost all of his weight into every thrust, running his left hand through her now-sweaty hair, tongue lavishing her forehead with his tongue when- RIP…!!! The tear of cheap fabric was followed with the cascade of countless polyesterene beads, scattering onto the floor, Kaji’s right hand the culprit, clutching the black cloth that used to cover the fresh hole gaping from Misato’s piece of lazy furniture. Not that he cared, as he groaned in surprise and pure ecstasy as he limply let his weight and gravity naturally push his cock as deep as it could go into the middle schooler’s clenching snatch, torrents and torrents of pent-up cum beginning to shoot into her, filling her in hot spurts. He absentmindedly heard her scream his name, numbly felt her scratch welts into his shoulder blades, but all he cared about was how his hips instinctively rolled slightly with every moan from his throat, with every throb of his cum. He heard the lewd spurting of his orgasm’s products overflow onto the ruined beanbag, bubbling rivulets of white cream staining the fabric and eventually dribbling onto the floor. Soon enough Kaji gained a sense of time and his surroundings. “Jesus Christ, Asuka…” he said in a low whisper, panting as he looked downwards between them, sweat splattering onto her face from his forehead. He looked at her then, a little surprised that she was still conscious despite the number of orgasms that had already torn through her, and also at how horny she still looked. Her lips quivered as she caught her breath, her eyes still at half-mast, and he swooped in, passionately kissing her, feeling her wet arms bring him in deeper. Soon enough he was thrusting again; five minutes later, and he was still thrusting, hard and deep. Slower this time to savor every naughty inch of her gripping pinkness, but hard enough so she could feelevery time the head of his still-throbbing, veiny prick would smash into her cervix. The rhythm that ensued was steady, not savage heaves, but consistent slapping of Kaji’s hips into hers. They were long and savorous, using every final ounce left of his self control. And as much as he would love to fuck the girl he still locked tongues with, the girl whose breasts kept eagerly swirling on his chest with small arcs of her back, turn her into a wet, hiccuping mess of screams and cum and sweat, he wanted to make her cum again. He wanted her to lose herself to the feeling of his manmeat stuffing her, slowly stretching her out, making her addicted to the musky smell of his crotch, the smell of his cum being scraped out from her inside pinkness. As much as he wanted to fuck her senseless as he had daydreamed and planned all night long, Kaji wanted to make sure she came just from his cock, just the very action of plunging it into her, with her puffy clit softly kissing its veins. So Kaji did so. There was a soft thumping and more scattering of white beanbag innards with every rhythmic effort of his hips. It took effort, it took several more minutes than he would have liked, and eventually, that smidgen of self control that it took to keep his pace steady and slow began to dwindle until the pace finally got faster, the beanbag spitting out more beads onto the floor, Kaji’s grip into the cloth tighter when he suddenly felt her heels dig into his ass, her legs pulling him intoher. He pulled back from her, watching her sweaty, sweaty petite face pant and breathlessly whisper his name. And that was all the warning he got before she screamed in a voiceless exhale, clenching, clenching, clenching… Hot spurts of her essence squirted all over Kaji’s chest as she convulsed, squealing and choking on air. Her shuddering, the coiling of her tight virile body was enough, the look of absolute bliss on her face was enough, and Kaji let loose. He threw his weight into only four thrusts into her impossibly-tight pussy, and his own release ensued. More spurts, more thick globs of his semen pumped into her. Her womb frothed and sloshed with it, the puddle of their cum beneath the bean bag grew, and white singular spots of his cum were turned into heavy splotches. One particularly-heavy thrust made Asuka clench tighter than ever, cumming and squirting in the middle of Kaji’s own climax, and ropes of their mixed release exploded between her thighs in creamy, creamy white. They gasped, panted, glared into each other as they recovered. There was a constant cascade of the polysterene now, nearly half of the beanbag’s innards were gone, scattered all over the living room floor. A minute of silence. But only a minute, for the resting period was the shortest yet. And soon Kaji had her pinned to the wall, her arms above her head. She squealed, wrapping every inch of her as best she could as he railed into her, every thrust bruising her lower back, syrupy globs of his previous loads spilling onto the floor. She turned red in pure embarassment when he began devouring her armpits, licking, sucking all of her sweat, making her taste it with the sweat fresh on the tongue that shoved into her wide-open lips. He came without stopping, he pumped as much of his cum into her, trying to make sure noneof it came out, but it did, in more spectacular bubbling spurts, spilling over his thighs, staining her legs. Then they were in Misato’s room. The lazy bitch didn’t even bother to put away her futon or even turn off her lamp, but all the better for the sweaty, insatiable animals that savagely fucked on her sheets, with Asuka screaming “Breed me, Kaji, make me yours, make me fucking pregn-aaAAAHHNN!!!” as Kaji fucked her on all fours. He gripped her waist so tightly, nails digging in to leave red marks and hands grabbing her to leave more bruises, but it didn’t matter, all she cared about was Kaji’s cock, the semen he kept filling her with, the semen he spilled on her back as he rubbed his ravenous prick between her asscheeks, the semen he scooped out with every violent pistoning of his fingers inside of her clenching, . Dollops and dollops of white plopped onto the bed, stains becoming damp puddles of viscous lust. With her skinny frame convulsing again, Asuka couldn’t hold herself up on her arms anymore, falling facefirst into the sheets of Misato’s futon, shuddering, writhing as Kaji fucked her with his fingers, faster, faster, two fingers then three. But to make it worse, his face was buried nose deep inside her ass, his tongue cleaning out her puckered anus, loosening it, making it wet, sniffing it and biting the cheeks around it, making sure she had no inch of her body that hadn’t been touched by his mouth. The sheer primal, vulnerability of her position made her cum again, but not as hard as she came when Kaji grabbed her hips, grabbed her by the roots of her hair, and slowly but steadily squeezed his entire length into her. Not long after, he came after only a few thrusts, but the spunk that filled that tight unexplored pubescent grip served Kaji’s intentions nicely, and soon enough his own climax had given him the means, the lubrication to fuck Asuka’s tight ass, fuck it until he came again, and came again, filling her stomach with as much cum as he filled her snatch. It was 3AM and Misato and Shinji weren’t back yet. Asuka insisted that they weren’t going to be done with whatever training or protocol they had until 7, but whether that was a lie for her to keep impaling herself onto his erection was a mystery. A mystery he didn’t give a fuck about, as he grabbed the girl’s hair, smashing her face into his crotch. Her nose noisily smacked into his skin, loudly but not as loud as the squelching, gagging, slurps of the fourteen-year-old’s deepthroating. The head of his cock was so thick he could almost see the outline of it in her throat, not that he cared to look, entranced with how her thin lips clamped onto the veiny surface of his prick, how her eyes looked up at him looking like the perfect jailbait, how she would just whimperevery time he got rough with her when his fingers gripped tight with fistfuls of her sweaty red hair like reins to a horse, how she eagerly hummed when he began to throb and throb an- Kaji came for the umpteenth time that night, came for the third time into Asuka’s throat. She choked, a string of white shooting from her nostril, but with effort she gulped him all down, sucking vigorously, trying her best to make sure none of his spunk spilled out of her lips in bubbling streams like the last two times. She looked up at him after he throbbed and shot his last spurt of cum down her esophagus, exhausted but expectant for his approval. Her mouth slid off him, lips reluctantly relinquishing the head of his prick with a delicate slurp, a leftover strand of precum connecting his urethra to her wet chin. Her tongue swiped runaway semen icing her lips before her teeth bit into her bottom one as she gulped, swallowing whatever of his seed was left, salivating probably for more of him as she kept looking up a him with those eyes. He gave her the approval she wanted, kissing her, fucking her mouth with his tongue, uncaring of the semen caught in her teeth, and it didn’t take long until her leg was raised on his shoulder as he fucked her again, cumming into her pussy, panting, sucking on her breasts, licking up her neck, suckling on her armpit, listening to her German cursing, her Japanese derailing into gibberish, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her, his balls heaving, cum all over her chest, oozing out in goopy globules all over Misato’s floor, semen in dried blotches in her hair, leftovers on her tongue as she screamed and screamed while he stuffed her with another creampie, thick white molasses spurting from all her tight, puckered pink holes, dribbling, dribbling, dribbling... (sauce) Finally, 5AM. Breathing, the heavy scent of coitus and damp, hot sweat. They lay together with Asuka gripping him tightly, her body so small against his, so young. It was in this state, not when he had himself buried to the hilt in her underage snatch, pumping enough of his thick semen into her womb to make her pregnant, it was in this vulnerable, human state that Kaji realized how lucky he was, and just how wrongthis was at the same time. He buried his nose into the frizzled auburn of her head, uncaring of the sweat, only caring about how he was breathing in Asuka, the most naked, bare form of her. Of course, the intimate contact lasted only half an hour before arousal overtook them again, and in the last romp, he took her from above, just like the first time they had sex, hopefully making this one the last time. Then, in the middle of his frustrated pumps, trying not to enjoy the feeling of his previous loads hugging his prick as he softly fucked her for the last time that night, “I…love you, Kaji…” Asuka said, breathlessly, dreamily. Her eyes sparkled in the lamplight with the trickles of sweat on her cheek and the hair stuck to the dampness of her forehead. The statement wasn’t a surprise, but the look on her face, and the way her body just...squeezedwhen she said those words...all at once, the world crumbled once more in its pathetic attempt to make its consequences known to him. So he responded by shoving his tongue past her lips, sucking in the subsequent squeal when he simultaneously shoved his engorged cock into the cum-laden grip of her overflowing quim with full force, full ardour. He came then, but he kept thrusting, turned over on his back, let her ride him, watching as her small breasts bounced and the way they looked, squished and wet between his groping fingers. And suddenly, the love of her vulnerability, the love of her body, the love of her eagerness, the scruples, the justifications, it all melted away completely and Kaji only knew three things. 1. He knew she loved him.  2. He also knew he didn’t love her back. And the third thing he knew, that he was positive about, as he pushed her to the ground again and raised the girl’s leg over his shoulder, hands digging into the meat of her thigh as she screamed his name while he pounded her into the floor, was that he absolutely lovedfucking her. Then suddenly, as he groaned unabashedly, pumping more of his thick seed into her needy womb, feeling her squirt for the umpteenth time all over his stomach, Kaji was aware of one thing he was dreadfully, dreadfully unsure of in his usually-certain, controlled life: he was unsure if he would ever wantto stop fucking her, consequences be damned. He was lost, blind. Because although Kaji Ryoji had plenty experience when it came to indulging in women, he had zero experience when it came to indulging in girls. =============================================================================== The blur of fantasy then crackled, and shattered. All that was left was the ceiling. Asuka panted, eyes wide and skin with a sheen of sweat. She realized just how hard her left hand was clutching the sheets above her head, softening the grip before slowly retracting it, resting the back of its palm on her wet forehead. The air conditioning pricked along her skin. It was a cool relief with how hot she was, how sweaty she made herself. Her right hand still curled itself in between her thighs, the shirt she stole from Shinji still bunched up over her breasts. From the numb throb, she knew she her nails made marks on her right breast, the nipple still pebbly and wanting. It didn't take long before the heat receded and Asuka caught her breath. A damp moistness cushioned her ass. How long had she been here, fingering herself? How long had she spun this elaborate web of fantasy? And how many times did she cum? She hoped the runt next door heard none of it, but what took foremost concern in the girl's head was how vivid today's fantasy was. She longed to delve into Kaji's head, to know him as that bitch Misato did. And by the day, she longed for him to touch her. Asuka sighed, turning to her side as she slowly retracted the slippery fingers from her snatch, wiping the stickiness on a stray tissue. She buried her face into an extended arm, longingly daydreaming now of the Kaji brought into existence by the white-hot reins of electricity fettering her mind, controlled by every flick of her teenage clit. Maybe the fantasy was that much more visceral because of how unlikely it was, how impossible it was. As much as she would wish it, Asuka knew Kaji would never fall for her, even in terms of the most base primal human desire. Even in her fucking fantasies, he would never fall in love with her as much as she had with him, so how pathetic was it that she knew he would never want to have sex with her either? A shiver ran through Asuka's skin. The damn air conditioning blanketed her now with its icy fingers, fingers she didn't want. But she didn't care. She was too busy with the tears that fell on her arm, rolling and leaving cold and salty trails on her skin. Too busy longing for a man who she knew would never look her way, longing for a touch she would never feel. She grew colder, shivering, bringing her knees to her chest. Worst of all, she felt herself growing wet again at the thought of him, at the thought of someone touching her and appreciating her. Her fingers shamefully, shamefully slipped between her thighs again, digging to fill in the void that grew emptier with each passing day. She gasped, quickening her pace. She wept. The ceiling stared on, impartial. Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Rory, Itami] A Carnal Sacrifice ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary Rory had always been a blatant, blatant tease, a minx with an unholy curse that makes her feel hot whenever the swords start clashing and the bullets start flying. So when a covert op attacks during their stay at a hot spring, Itami finds Rory in her usual heated state...but with everyone asleep and nothing but two yukatas between their naked skin, will he be able to resist this time? Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== A Carnal Sacrifice by WaddleBuff ===============================================================================   (no true sauce; the artist deleted work) =============================================================================== Itami quivered below the demigoddess, breath rushing past his lips in nervous bursts. At this point of time, laying subject to Rory's advances as she gleefully and torturously closed the distance between their lips, he knew he was at a crossroads. In this moment, as his hands hovered over the girl's rear, Itami's conscience churned with the two decisions: give in, or don't. Her face got closer, his vision almost completely obscured by her scarlet eyes. A thought struck him, realizing what she had said earlier, attributing her sudden arousal to men fighting nearby. The notion was almost enough to stop him. He needed to alert the others, wake them up to inform them of the imminent threat. His mind flashed back to the last time he saw Rory in this heated state when she writhed and sensuously moaned as blood was spilled. Indeed, this was an admonition for a violent outcome. He had to wake up the others immediately, prepare for whatever was out there. As a soldier, it was his duty, his responsibility. The realization was almost enough to stop him. Almost. Then, her lips closed over his. In the span of a second his caution, his sense of duty, his responsibility immediately turned to dust. Rory let out a moan through her nose as she pushed onto him, the fullness of her soft lips enrapturing the poor soldier without mercy. The moment he kissed her back, Itami knew which road he had taken. To hell with the consequences. His hands firmly clamped down on Rory's soft ass, gaining another groan. Their lips shifted, sparking the need for more carnal sensation. Itami softly lowered himself on his back, closing his eyes as Rory swirled on his mouth. He felt his arousal grow stronger, galvanized by the girl's luscious scent. All he wanted at this point was her. He had tumbled down the slippery slope of her seduction, and now the only thing to do was to follow through. Itami let out a harsh moan as warm skin teasingly brushed against his hardness. Somehow her lithe hand had slipped furtively under his yukata, successfully subduing its erect target. His lips separated from its embrace as Rory squeezed tighter, running along the hardening length with intent, gleeful at his lack of underwear. He opened his eyes, catching hers. Her lips curled themselves mischievously, the hand in between them mirroring the purpose churning in her scarlet. The soldier groaned again, feeling Rory chuckle atop him, her hot breaths brushing against his face. This girl was going to kill him.   "So, Itami," Rory whispered, every word that rolled off of her tongue utterly drenched with seduction. "am I reallya child?"   Itami beheld her as she giggled atop him, the ebony of her hair framing the smooth ivory of her cheeks. No, she wasn't a child. He didn't know what exactly to label her now. But he definitely knew that he wanted her. All of her. In response to her question, he closed the distance between their lips once more, his kisses almost desperate. He savored the taste of her, the alcohol mingling with her natural flavor. She responded in kind, soft sighs mingling with his guttural groans, her fingers still grasping and smoothing over his erection. A particular aroused throb was almost too much for him, suddenly galvanizing his muscles to action. In a deft push, Itami flipped them over, still managing to maintain their heated liplock. Rory let out a surprised squeal before the exclamation morphed into another sultry sigh. Her hand's contact with the soldier broke, and she felt him guide her arms above her, pinning them by the wrists with a strong grip. Itami teased his tongue along the gates of her teeth, smoothing over her lips. She allowed it in, meeting the hot intruder with her own appendage. Their heads shifted as the kiss' intimacy elevated, mouths opening wider for more contact. Rory's soft moans continued to escalate, Itami's tongue caressing hers with its heat. It continued to dominate her mouth, brushing against the inside of her cheeks, tangling itself around her comparatively small pink appendage. Their heads continued shifting, lips sparking against each other. As the greedy heat of their liplock turned almost ravenous, saliva began to leak down the girl's cheeks. Their loud breathing almost overcame their mouths' moist resonances, groans intermingled in between. Itami's hips suddenly surged forward, pushing his exposed length against Rory's soft thighs. His mouth pulled back a bit, tongue still engorged with hers as he gasped at the sensation. He pushed himself against her again, giddy with this girl's luscious flawlessness. Their tongues uncoiled, lips separating. Their mouths still bridged with a clear string before it broke off, replaced by heated breaths. Rory writhed beneath him, her black hair fanned out beneath her head. Her yukata was almost undone as her inner thighs rubbed and shifted. Her eyes looked at him in a plead; she needed him. However, the soldier was not ready to yield just yet. He descended upon her again, giving her a sloppy kiss. The curt exchange ended as he rose above her, letting go of her wrists. He kept his eyes on her as her petite chest rose and fell, lips empty. Quickly he unbound his yukata, shedding the garment aside as he bared himself to her. He felt her gaze, lecherous and needy, run along his naked front, scathing against his chiseled abs before widening at his erect length. He was going to please her, he was going to ensure that this tension would be shattered. The otaku descended upon her again, his heart hammering in his chest. Control was hard to maintain as he started kissing her neck, inhaling her succulent aroma. He was tempted to sweep her garment aside and shove himself within her, giving her what both of them needed. But there was one thing Itami believed in, a mindset he had adopted since his first doujinshi: the appreciation of beauty. The brushes of his soft lips against her oversensitive skin drove the priestess mad, the volume of her moans escalating to dangerous heights. "Itami…stop teasing and just make love to me…" she gasped, the soldier's touch suddenly brushing against her slick folds. Itami chuckled as he sucked on her collarbone, giving it a bite. She yelped. He softly detached from her soft skin, his red bitemark already fading. He smiled at the sight of the girl below him, her eyes quivering with a desperate sheen, a blush painted on her cheeks. It took all he had in him not to ravish her lips with his again. "Don't be so loud. We wouldn't want the others to wake up and ruin our fun, would we?" Rory attempted a pout, letting out a groan instead as Itami's finger brushed against the hood of her clit. Effectively silenced, the soldier continued his work. Crawling a little lower, he grasped her light purple yukata, eager to bare herself to his touch. Within moments and some cooperation, Itami disrobed her, casting the garment aside with his. Itami's pulse turned rapid as he beheld the creature below him. Moonlight from behind him illuminated all of the priestess' curves as she writhed beneath him. It was his turn to scan bare skin with a lecherous intent, taking in her pert pink peaks, the tightness of her stomach, the smoothness of her alabaster skin. As his eyes violated her, he caught her hand deftly moving southward. Rory shut her eyes tight, gasping. The movement of her fingers hypnotized him, the way that they curled and caressed herself, moving in and out of her tight slit. Within moments, she came, her body undulating with the torrent of pleasure. Rory lay panting, eyes finding Itami's again, her fingers idly curling within her smoothness. "…please, Itami," she whispered, begging. "There's so much killing…so much death…appease-ooaugh…me..." The soldier used the rest of his self control to resist, moving in to finally show how beautiful he thought she was. He started where he left off, mouth suckling on the skin below her neck. Her hands found his hair, gripping tightly as he continued. His hands moved along Rory's sides, reveling in how smooth she felt. Impatient, Itami positioned himself over her soft buds, large hands giving them a preliminary squeeze. His ears swirled with the priestess' soft pleads and groans. He felt her thigh brush against the head of his arousal nearly succeeded in breaking his resolve, an echoing grunt growling from his throat. However his enjoyment of her skin prevailed. His mouth captured one of her hard teats, sucking on its sweetness savorously. The other bud drew sparks from his swirling thumb, driving Rory utterly insane. He felt her convulse below him again, hearing another silent gasp coupled with the hot squirting of her peak. Itami wondered just how much fighting was occurring outside, but he hoped it would continue. Biting down on her nipple, he experimented with the priestess' immunity to physical harm. Rory almost yelped, squeaking as he gnashed his teeth into the pearly skin. Separating from her, Itami beheld his work. The gashes of his teeth immediately faded before his eyes, returning her skin to its pearly complexion. A malicious grin curled on his lips. He wanted to linger, to suckle and bite at her perfect lolita breasts until she grew numb. But he knew he had to continue for both of their sakes. Nose kissing her skin with his lips, Itami continued southward. The fact that the girl's waist was small enough for his thumbs to touch the sides of his cheeks excited him. His lips crackled with the sweet taste of every inch of her. The firm flatness of her abdomen goaded him, bringing out his tongue as he traversed the area around her navel. He felt her legs below his arms, still frantic and writhing with her. Every twist of her body echoed in the muscles of her stomach, further stirring Itami's libido. He lingered along her navel, the petiteness of her belly button driving him nuts. But the lingering stopped as he looked up at her, tears almost in her eyes at how desperate she needed him inside of her. He was almost there. Deciding to give her one last tease, he pressed his scruffy chin against her skin. Starting from the drip of her stomach, he traversed downwards. The contrasting roughness of his stubble sent pinpricks of sensation through Rory's needy body. His chin reached the top of Rory's wet heat. Itami's breaths came out in pants as she attempted to squeeze his head between her thighs. Knowing her strength, he knew she very well could kill him right now. Wary, yet still daring, Itami continued, brushing his chin against her clit. Rory threw her head back, her back arching as she clamped down on one of her fingers with her teeth. The solider's chin turned sticky and wet within seconds. He knew if he continued, that stickiness would splash all over his neck. So he finally stopped with his teasing, his hands grasping the smoothness of her thighs. Giving them a squeeze, he smoothed them down even further, grasping her tight ass. Simultaneously, Itami's tongue ran along the length of Rory's puffy folds. She let loose a shuddering whimper as he repeated the action. He earned a squeal when his tongue finally slipped inside her. Itami grunted blissfully, her flavor coiling around his mind. His lips stimulated her lower lips as his tongue savored and curled inside of her pinkness. Itami gripped hard onto Rory's cheeks, fingers digging deep into that succulent flesh. Her essence ran over his mouth and down his chin, its aroma assaulting his nose. He lost himself within that girl, tongue stimulating her deepest parts in ways Rory hadn't felt in literal ages. At last, Rory couldn't withhold herself. Her thighs clamped tighter than ever around his head as every nerve in her body deadened, set on fire. Her toes curled from the sensory overload wracking her frame. Hot essence burst forth on to Itami's face. He greedily opened his mouth, lapping up everything the girl had to offer, uncaring for the endangerment of his life. Rory's powerful release lasted twice the time he expected, and he briefly wondered if it would ever end. Slowly but steadily the priestess began her descent, her breaths deep as she recovered. Itami finally separated from her, strings of her arousal temporarily latching to his face. He crawled over her, surveying the sweaty, hot terrain that softly heaved below. His eyes widened at the sight of the indents in the floor Rory had gripped with her fingers. At this point, Itami's heart threatened to burst. The lust that burned in his loins clouded his mind and his vision. As soon as he reached Rory's face, the look exchanged was electric. Signals of desire, of need, and of want were exchanged. The priestess' hands interlocked behind his neck, her breaths still heavy. Itami guided his left hand down her side, slipping it behind her as it grasped her lower back. For a moment, it seemed as if their pulses had synced. Fast, heated, needy. Their breaths tangled into one another between them. Then, their mouths joined in a passionate embrace, and one moment later, Itami guided himself inside of her. All at once, Itami's world turned hazier than ever. His length pushed itself into Rory's heat slowly, struggling to squeeze into the utter tightness. He hadn't done this in such a long time, the way her soft flesh continuously threatened to bring him to climax proof of this. Their kiss ended almost as soon as it began, Rory's head threw itself back again as her hips rolled into him. Finally Itami was completely sheathed. He tried gaining his breath, attempting to accustom himself to the priestess' heat, but it was useless. His chest heaved as he pulled back his hips before pushing into her. Slowly the sticky lubricant of her inner walls aided his progress, but even so the friction threatened to bring it all to an end. The mixture of adrenaline and physical exertion harkened back to the PT sessions he endured during his academy days. Itami surged onward, pushing in and out of the girl's tight velvet. His eyes beheld her as her hips surged with him, her eyes shut at the electric sensation. She struggled to bear the pressure, her body brimming. "You're so…thick," she moaned softly. Her words guided his hips onwards with encouragement. Itami panted. He couldn't handle the pleasure much longer as he went faster. The way Rory's inner walls squeezed and sucked him in with every thrust wasn't fair. And the way she writhed and pushed her whole body up against his was almost cheating. He could smell her as she sweat. Smell the aroma that almost acted as an aphrodisiac. He acted as if it were, panting heavier with every single roll of his hips. She came, convulsing in his grasp, her muscles tightening around him. Itami held on for dear life as she continued to shudder, waves of heat shooting through her nerves. She rode it out, savoring it until she felt Itami continue. Rory almost screamed out his name as her hands dropped to the sides of her head, desperate to grab something that wouldn't be crushed. Again and again she sucked him into her heat. Every entry more pleasurable than the last. The very notion that he was doing this with her kept his flame burning hot. He lowered himself down on her, wanting to capture her groans with his lips. The moment his lips touched hers, another climax tore through her body. Yet again, his erection throbbed, threatening to release. It was his turn to bore the pressure, and he pushed on. Frustrated, Itami grabbed arms, pinning them above her head again. Overcoming their height difference by arching his back, the soldier proceeded to lick the sweat off of her skin. Her flavor prominent on his tongue, he sucked and nibbled, merely sprinkling in more for her senses to overload. He shifted his head eastward, the vibrations of her body rocking beneath him echoing into his lips. Separating from her skin he caught his breath, gazing upon her delicate arms. Itami proceeded to run his tongue along her right arm, tongue catching the beads of her sweat. The priestess began tightening again as he bit her deceptively fragile skin, suckling on it like a succulent fruit. The unexpected struck as he reveled in the demigoddess' sweaty skin. His eyes widening and his breath snatched from his throat, Itami pulled back, getting on his knees. Still connected to Rory's cleft, he extracted himself from her. "Itami…don't," Rory pleaded between moans, her words falling upon deaf ears. The soldier lifted her, the grip on her ass tight. Then, thrusting forward, Itami ran the length of his arousal over hers. Rory's protests cut short with a squeal as she came, finally bringing the soldier down with her. All at once Itami felt the pressure at his base discharge through his member. He held his ground, gripping tightly into Rory's flesh. Thick ropes of cum burst from his hardness, latching onto the priestess' bare skin. Itami slowly gyrated his hips as he hissed at the release. Shot after shot of sticky white began to pool. Rivulets of white traversed her tight stomach, the soldier's supply seemingly endless. Then, his thrusts eased and slowed, breath returning to his lungs. Itami's shuddering groans finally came to a stop as he sighed contentedly, the last spurt of his semen deigning to lazily drip from his head to Rory's navel. He released her before dropping onto the floor. His chest heaved as he leaned back on his arms cross-legged, looking at his handiwork: the priestess lay panting, overcome by his release. His semen pooled in hot puddles of goop from her neck all the way down to her navel, his seed beginning to drizzle down her sides. To his shock, Itami saw that in her flailing, Rory had torn holes into the floor to grip into, alongside various tears that were obviously from her clawing fingers. He sighed as his mind cleared, wondering how he was going to explain this to their comrades when they awoke. Then, with a flourish, Rory sat up as well, her eyes still hazy. She burrowed her brow in a pout, cheeks still occupied by her aroused blush. Itami gulped at the sight as she crawled over to him, globs of his cum dripping onto the floor from her childlike frame, frustrated breaths leaving her lips, her moistness dripping its clear juices freely. Before he could react she had mounted him, pinning him down with legs on either side. "Jeez…you came so early," she said disdainfully, scooping a dollop of Itami's dripping stickiness onto her finger. "and you didn't even have the courtesy to fill me with this." Latching her eyes with his, she played with his starchy cream between her fingers. She slipped it into her mouth, eyes at half-mast as she sucked. Another bigger dollop of semen laced her finger. She inhaled its scent, making sure Itami's gaze was fixated onto her actions. Again she placed her fingers between her lips, this time keeping her mouth open to ensure he sees her tongue eagerly cleaning off his cream as she moaned softly. Closing her pink lips around those digits, she pulled out slowly, the moonlight refracting off its sheen. Itami is left speechless, unfeeling of the other globs of cum dripping from her skin into his lap. Her desired response was to be found in between his legs, his appendage attentive once more as it poked against her inner thighs. The priestess suddenly closed the distance between their lips, swirling her tongue within. She pressed herself purposely against him, writhing her sticky skin against his, staining him with his own seed. Itami groaned at the filthy sensation, enraptured by the feeling of blooming buds digging into him, the tenderness of her skin sparking against him. He suddenly felt her moistness slick over his erection. The tension built again, Rory separated her kiss, her breaths brushing over his nose. She smiled as he pulsed against her, rearing to go again. A violent moan wiped the small smile from her lips as her body was struck by a burst of arousal. She burrowed her face into the crook of his neck, panting against him. "There's still…so much fighting…" Rory whispered, a whimper escaping her. "So much death." She pulled back, her hand grasping him, stroking with intent as she looked at him with her pleading eyes. Itami gasped at the pressure. His lips primed with a protest, but he found it stuck in his throat. "Fill me, Itmai~" she groaned. She rubbed his tip against her slit, earning another throb. "Fill me with your seed…" Itami didn’t respond, giving her a blank-eyed stare that made her giggle. That enraging, flirtatious giggle. He felt an intense throb through his cock, its head pulsing desperately against her heat. He let out a shuddering breath, biting his lip to stop it from escalating to a groan. “Maybe...I should be clearer with you,” Rory said breathily, bookending her sentences with airy, needy exhales. She leaned forward, her nipples softly kissing Itami’s chest. Her hot breaths wisped against his ear, shuddering more heat when she feels Itami throb angrily against her, thick, hard, and ready. “I want you to fill me...with your cum. Shoot all of your lust, all of your creamy cum into my tight, wet, snatch...make it impossible for my empty, little womb to even hold all of it. To hold even half of how much of your creamy spunk I want inside me…” Her breaths are moans now. Her words, dirty and a world’s difference from her usually-elegant vocabulary, were barely whispers; syllabilic exhales buffeted by deep moans of need. Her goads wrapped around Itami's mind and for the second time that night, his judgment was thrown out of the window. His stunned silence at the feel of her moistness against him cleared like a fog at daybreak. Hearing her beg, plead with such words as she continuously grinded against him...Itami’s mind was crystal now. He knew what he wanted, and he knew she would let him have it. He was going to ravage her, to pay her back for every single tease and flirt. He was going to grab her petite waist, make her voice hoarse after calling out his name for an umpteenth number of times, empty every single ounce of the cum in his tight balls into every single tight, prepubescent, willing orifice the nine-hundred year old had to offer. Rory had but a second to see the flash of hunger, pure desire flash in his eyes, at the way he glared, drank her in before his hands violently grabbed her hips, and in one swift downwards tug, stole all of the breath away in her lungs. Before she could process the sensations fully, he had already slammed her into him three times, the sweet, sweet friction causing her mouth to refuse to close. However, it didn’t take long before Rory used her strength to take full control of the pace. With an open-mouthed grin, a small string of saliva leaking from the edge of her lips, she pressed herself completely against him, reveling in Itami’s helplessness, the limpness of his arms as her hips continued to positively slam into him. He wasn’t going to take control from her. Not yet. She was going to suck out all he had to offer, all of the tension, the desire. As she roughly twisted their tongues together in a sensuous knot, Itami was here for her pleasure. His time would come. 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Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Soraka, Ezreal] A Star Guardian's Secret ***** Chapter by Erevate, WaddleBuff Chapter Summary Saving the world can make one tense. Luckily for Ezreal, Soraka waits at a nearby hot spring, more than willing to help alleviate him of anything he's pent-up. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes    Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================   Author's Note:    Welcome to what is hopefully a new series! Vote for the next Star Guardian to be chosen for the story in the comments of each chapter, depending on popularity it will be decided after 1 or 2 weeks. While starting a little vanilla, the one shots should get more... adventurous as they go on. They are open to any ideas that are popular, and there will most definitely be some f/f material later. For now, enjoy Chapter 1!   -Erevate, 14 September 2017     =============================================================================== A_Star_Guardian's_Secretby Erevate ===============================================================================     (sauce) =============================================================================== The voluminous waves of turquoise hair was the first thing Ezreal saw as he silently slid the door to the bathing area open, the muted sound not loud enough to alert the ethereal woman before him to his presence. Soraka sat by the edge of the water, a haze of steam drifting lazily across its milky surface. Her stocking clad legs beneath her at a slight angle with the angelic white wings sprouting from her waist folded at her side, holding one of her silk elbow-length gloves in her hand as the other trailed across the surface of the water with otherworldly elegance even in such an ordinary action. Her face was still turned away from the adolescent as he entered the tranquil location of their meeting, but no doubt the massive orbs were tracing the ripples she marked upon the surface of the undisturbed water with the same celestial grace. Suppressing his mischievous desire to sneak up on the unsuspecting being before him, Ezreal cleared his throat gently. The seated woman turned to him sharply, and even at this distance Ezreal was able to see her pointed face trembling ever so slightly. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." she said, her steady lilting voice belied by her quivering orbs regarding him with such trepidation. Steeling himself against his own insecurities, Ezreal pushed a stray lock of his teal and blonde hair back into his fringe as he strode over to her with as much confidence as he could muster. "Fat chance of me breaking my promise to one such as you, don't you think?" he said lightly, although he couldn't keep the husky edge on his voice from enveloping his tones. Soraka turned her face away from his to view the water once more, as if seeking a distraction. "I'm relieved." she said simply, the blonde detecting the usual coolness of her voice giving way to a more constrained expression. The vulnerability she expressed spurred Ezreal on in some strange manner, his trepidation giving way to blind confidence as he reached out and placed a hand on her smooth shoulder. "And I'm relieved you waited." he said, completely unable to keep the growling quality out of his voice as he felt her skin beneath his trembling hand, the flesh so soft it didn't feel real. He listened to her sharp intake of breath, enjoying the way her body complied to his subtle movements as she submitted to the light force of his hand. Kneeling beside her, his weight pushed her down with little warning. Her tiny yelp of surprise was like a drug to him as he propped himself up upon his elbows to finally look back into her eyes, the massive orbs reflecting the moon behind them in a shining glint. "My apologies." he said with a wry grin, struggling to keep his eyes from the celestial being's chest as it rose up and down in time with her quickening breathing. "I don't think I can wait anymore." He bent his head down to her neck, his nose just below her long felt-like ear as he breathed her in, relishing the way her slender body moulded into his with her subconscious reactions to his dominance. He felt the warm water still upon her hand dampen the back of his waistcoat, as her lithe arms locked behind his back in a vice like grip quite unbecoming of the diaphanous demeanour of the guardian. He felt her wings cross on his behind in a similar action, as if the woman's body was drawing him into her very being. His hand traced down to the small expanse of her thighs between her high white stockings and the hem of her star-speckled blue dress, the white flesh teasing him as his smooth hand travelled along her thigh. Her breathing hitched, feeling her neck tense against his face as he explored her holy beauty. The tiny woman's body felt as if it had no resolve to resist him, even with his light ministrations her form had melded with his in a subconscious admittance of absolute submission. He reached a hand behind her back, supporting the oddly feather-light weight of her torso as his other impatiently fidgeted behind her neck to find the hidden zipper to her dress. The fabric peeled away from her upper body once he had hastily relinquished the garment of its fastenings, her ample breasts spring from beneath their tight constraints as if eager to meet him. A tickle of trepidation touched his brain at his rough and dominating assertion, but peering into Soraka's now flushed and pink-cheeked face she gave him a tiny nod. Spurred by the inviting nature of her body, he gave in to his insidious desires as his hand clawed around her round breast. The mix of cold night air and warm steam from the hot springs toyed with her nipples, the nubs standing away from her milky skin as one of the pair was mauled roughly by their master's firm hand. Soraka's green eyes were now closed, her gloved hand across her mouth as she attempted to suppress her mewling. Carelessly he plied the dress of her thin body, leaving the star guardian clad in nothing but her stockings and gloves. "Think it's time to get in the water?" he said with a smirk, relishing the way her thighs clamped around her sex in response to the bulge in her ravisher's pants that was now impossible to ignore. He straightened his body up, allowing Soraka to wordlessly slip into the shallow water next to the pair in response to his orders. Her hair fanned out across the water behind her as the blush in her cheeks deepened, but she gave him a thin lipped smile despite her flushed appearance. "I'd expected you to join me. I don't want to be without you for long." she said with unexpected bravado. Ezreal's hands were a blur upon his pants as he unbuckled them, his modest length springing into the warm air as it was finally relinquished of its shackles. He seated himself at the edge of the water, the disparity in temperature between his upper body causing goosebumps to breakout along his arms. Needing no further encouragement, Soraka gliding through the water with nay a ripple as she positioned herself between his legs in a show of unvoiced obedience. His hand flung to her wet head as she unexpectedly nuzzled his member, agonisingly soft skin gliding across his twitching length as her lust enveloped her. "Do you know what to do with that?" Ezreal forced out between gasps of air as Soraka worshipped him. "More than you'd expect, evidently." she said with confidence, tiny pink tongue poking out to lavish her lover's gift to her with a languished lick from the base to angry red tip. "It's my turn…" she said huskily, before taking his mushroom head between her lips, her watery eyes now hooded with lust and never leaving his. She sucked with cruel force, her head never reaching lower upon his rod as an unnatural amount of saliva built up in the back of her mouth. Parting her lips and relinquishing her excruciating suction, the saliva dribbled out upon his cock to coat it in a glistering sheen. Straightening her body up, Ezreal's eyes were drawn to the inhumanly perfect curve of her waist as beads of water dripped from her aching breasts to run across it's white expanse. Cupping the orbs of alabaster skin in each of her hands, she placed them gently around Ezreal's slick manhood as she squeezed them tight. "Not what you'd expect?" she said teasingly as his eyes roamed her breasts, their ample size usually hidden extremely well beneath her skin tight Star Guardian outfit. Unable to discern a comprehensible response between Ezreal's breathless moans, she began to slide her breasts along his saliva strewn cock. She refused to change her rhythm and speed as she stared up at her previously dominant partner, a sly smirk on the edge of her mouth revealing her enjoyment at turning the tables on the young hero. She eventually leant her horned head down to encapsulate his member with her lips once more, the size of her breasts allowing her to draw them upwards to continue their slick massage around his most sensitive organ. Now unable to peer into his soul with her eyes, she resigned to sucking it out of his cock as she resumed her suction upon its tip as Ezreal placed a weak hand upon her horn in either protest or encouragement. Ezreal's mind was in turmoil at Soraka's wry teasing, his previous assertiveness obliterated by her agonisingly hot mouth and silky skin of her breasts. Every instinct in his mind demanding to take her back into his control, the hand limply gripping her horn twitched as he stood up into the thigh-high water. His grip tightened on her horn, holding her in place as his hips thrust forward to invade her teasing mouth with over half of his length. Her back bending slightly over the water as she was forced to straighten up with him, her throat gave a wracking spasm around his length as it was assaulted, yet her hands never loosened her grip of enveloping what length remained with the soft flesh of her breasts. Eyes once more regarding him with her previous look of submission, Ezreal's hips set to pounding every trace of her mutiny against him out through the suffocating confines of her throat. Using her horn as leverage, the once elegant protrusion was used against her to aid his sordid assertion of his will over his now beleaguered attacker. Her eyes regarded him with no trace of their previous mischief, her throat convulsing and spasming in her attempt to accommodate her new challenge. Tears leaked from the crinkled edges of her revering orbs, soft hands digging red furrows into her breasts as they increased tightness around Ezreal's cock, it's length a blur as it ploughed the fleshy furrow to break the barrier of Soraka's gagging throat. Soraka's body began to sag against the punishment, Ezreal's pace quickening as her head was held still to be used as a handle on the newly made cock sleeve of her dripping mouth. The lewd sounds of her saliva pouring from the gaps in her mouth and Ezreal's hips slapping against her slimy breasts was now punctuated by her anxious mewls. On the threshold of Soraka needing to breathe Ezreal's free hand was flung behind her head to grip her sopping hair, his arms driving her head down past the passage of her breasts to have her nose pressed against the light covering of blonde hair surrounding Ezreal's member. Her throat gave it's final instinctive spasm before the horned woman went limp, the cock in her throat spewing it's payload down her blocked passage like lava from a volcano. If Ezreal's eyes were open they would see her orbs no longer focused and rolling into the back of her eyelids, as she moaned pathetically for release around the invader. His cock withdrew from her mouth with agonising slowness, it's exit punctuated by a slimy burp-like sound as Soraka attempted to fill her lungs full of the air that was previously denied to her. A thin drip of Ezreal's essence dribbled from her nose, the accompanying clear fluid pooling on her lip in a pathetic display of her violation. Finally opening his eyes from the recovery of his release, Ezreal was relieved to find her eyes regarding him not with revulsion or anger, but with the same submission she had before they had entered the water. "I'm sorry…" he began, before the woman before him extending her body to place a finger on his quivering lips. "That's my role to play for you." she said, her usual elegance and regality having returned despite a thin strand of Ezreal's release having rolled down from her mouth to be in danger of dripping off her chin. "In that case…" the blonde man said, his confidence returning from her encouragement as he placed both hands on her thin waist before lifting her feather light body out of the water. "It's time to play my role for you." he finished, laying her down upon the warm stones of the hot spring's edge as he reversed their positions. Soraka's surprised yelp at being picked up so suddenly was drawn out into a contented moan as she felt Ezreal lower himself between her slightly parted thighs. Water dripped from her now sopping silk stockings as he almost parted them for her, wet material pressing against the nape of Ezreal's neck as they locked behind his head. His head lowered to her folds, the skin was drawn close to her entrance as he experimentally parted her tiny labia with his fingers. Her thighs twitched around him at his forwardness, but her lithe hand tangled in his hair encouraged him to continue. His tongue pushed against her newly revealed entrance gently, relishing the way her thighs tensed and relaxed around his cheeks as he felt the way her body reacted to his ministrations. His tongue trailed across the hood of her clit multiple times, her shallow breathing rising to a contented yelp every time he did so. Her body had reacted to his rough treatment of her more than he had expected, as increases in his pace were met with much panting and pulling of his head deeper into her core. The hem of Ezreal's waistcoat was damp with water as he angled his body lower into the space between her legs, ignoring the soiling of his garment in his focus upon his partner. Her release came almost premature as his tongue only just touched the hidden nub of her most sacred place, quiet moans rising to a whining crescendo as her silk-clad thighs clamped around his face with strength belied by her feathery physique. Her hand pressed his head harder as he kept his tongue writhing on the hidden spot, before desperate and weak tugs upon his hair signalled that the sensation was too much. Thighs relinquishing their iron grip upon his blonde head, he stood upright in the water to view his panting partner in her satisfied glow. Carelessly flinging his waistcoat and shirt towards the pile of their clothes once he had unbuttoned it from his body, he gently picked the woman up, turning to seat them both upon the step in the hot spring. Soraka gave a contented sigh as she was lowered into the warm water, it's cleansing steam washing away the sweat of her orgasm and saliva that had begun to dry on her breasts. She leaned her head against his shoulder and breathed a contented sigh, but her hand had already slipped beneath the surface of the water to run their fingers across Ezreal's submerged member. He was returned to full mast in no time, owing to Soraka's lithe fingers trailing his cock and her mischievous grins inches away from his face in an attempt to entice the continuation of their debauchery. Placing her hands upon his shoulders, she shifting her weight up so the tip of his member was inches away from her entrance beneath the water. "Let me take it from here…" she said with the same alluring tone as before, as she lowered herself ever so gently back down upon his lap. Her face was still tear stained and smudged with Ezreal's drying payload, but her flustered face was the very image of beauty as Ezreal's member slipped inside her folds effortlessly despite the warm water, her walls gliding down his length before their thighs were touching once more. Ezreal kept his hands glued to her supple waist as he felt her begin to rise and fall upon his cock, her relaxed smoothness intoxicating in combination with the steamy water lapping against his abdomen. Droplets of water ran off her wings like a duck's feathers every time they surfaced with her motions, ripples across the surface increasing as Soraka's speed increased in parallel with her panting. Ezreal struggled to stay still, letting the woman before him control the pace of their love making in further absolution for his abuse of her earlier. Soraka relished the pained yet ecstatic expressions upon his face, as her nails dug deeper furrows into his twitching shoulders. "How does it feel to be my toy now?" she said, her dirty talk surprisingly level given her increasing speed and moans. "What's it going to take for you to use me like a feral animal again?" she mused rhetorically, smirking as she watched Ezreal's dark expression deepen. She reached down to his hand upon her waist, feeling his grip tighten, and pulled it to be placed upon her heaving breast. "You're not allowed until I've had my fun…" she said insidiously, feeling Ezreal's hand twitch as he forced himself to not clamp down upon her chest with an iron grip. Soraka's pleasure once again rose to a crescendo as she lowered herself down a final time, slamming their thighs together as her insides contracted around her lover in orgasmic throes. Her nails dug angry red rivulets into the man's shoulders as her orgasm tore from her throat, the usually calm voice rent by a husky moan. The impossible tightness of her passage that had constricted around him from her release threatened to throw Ezreal over the brink once more, but his hands merely tightened their grip upon her taut body as he allowed her to ride her pleasure out upon his cock. Soraka once more relaxed into his shoulder, her pants punctuated by a contented half-giggle every now and then as her arms wrapped around the younger man once more. She held Ezreal inside her, noting how his member refused to relax despite the break in their time together. Feeling her spontaneous display of power over him beginning to erode, she turned her head up to his ear before breathing the words she knew he wanted to hear. "Now it's your turn." Ezreal needed no further encouragement, his tense body uncoiling like a spring as he swept her up in his arms again. Sliding from her entrance with an enrapturing sensation, he spun them around before depositing Soraka none too gently upon the stone surface. She reached his arms out eagerly, only to find herself being flipped over onto her stomach. Pushing them away from the edge of the hot spring, Ezreal clambered out before falling forward onto her back, hand trembling as he positioned himself at her entrance from behind. One hand gouging into the silky flesh of her backside, the other drawn under her torso to squash her breasts against her fragile frame, he thrust forward to impale her dripping sex with his member. Perhaps expecting another expression of pain at unexpected roughness, Ezreal stopped once his thighs were pressed against the white flesh of her ass, but instead his ears were met with an ecstatic throaty moan as Soraka's ass pushed against him ravenously. "Don't you be holding anything back on me…" she said teasingly, before any trace of a smile was wiped from her face as Ezreal's hand clamped over her surprised and still open mouth. The blonde wasted no time on thrusting back down harder, the fleshy slap of her bouncing behind against his pelvis melding with the strangled cry emitted from her muffled mouth as she was held down. The man quickly fell into a ravishing rhythm, Soraka's body not allowed to push back against him due to the hand now pushing her soft skin into the hard rocks, and hand hold her head in place. The hand not on her mouth drew up to grip one of her long ears, kneading the thin skin between his fingers to elicit an increase in the submissive woman's moans. Grinning to himself, his hand worked upon her sensitive felt-covered ear in rhythm to his aggressive assault. The speed of their debauchery reached a fever pitch as the pair writhed on the damp ground like animals, Ezreal releasing her mouth and moving his hand upwards. He gripped her horn again, wrenching Soraka's head back at an angle he thought impossible for an average human, her tear streaked eyes regarding him with reverence as he continued to make her pay for her mischief. He pulled her onto her knees, shaky legs barely holding her up as he pulled her head back further to see the results of his discipline. Her ear twitched beneath his rough hand in a frenzy, the smell of her long hair filling his nose, after which he withdrew from her suddenly only to throw her back against the rocks. Angry red marks had already begun to form on Soraka's elbows where she had impacted the rock, but her body was nearly unfeeling to any sensation that Ezreal was not bestowing upon her. He wordlessly flipped her over, rocks scratching her back as he grabbed her silk-clad thighs and bent them back towards her head. Her unnatural flexibility allowed them to be comfortably situated on either side of her flushed face, as her lover roughly grabbed the backs of her knees to bear his weight down upon her. He begun to drive directly down into her passage, reaching a depth she had not thought possible as his arms held her in the pretzel-like position with his own weight. The pathetic grin she had once held upon her face as Ezreal took her was replaced with wide eyes and open mouth, her once rhythmic moans blending into one gurgling pant as saliva ran down her already messy face to stain her wet and sweaty hair. Her breasts rocked up and down with Ezreal's shocking force, her fragile body allowing itself to be used as a doll for the pleasure of her master. With a strangled moan she felt her lover press himself to his deepest point in her pulsating passage, his head bumping the top of her cervix unexpectedly as her entire body convulsed in response to the action. Ezreal's hands moved to pin her wrists to the ground as she tried to press herself against him, her legs falling limply onto his shoulders as he pumped her reward into the depths of her core with smooth thrusts. His face was buried in her neck, her vision blurring at the edges as she felt the rush of his warm seed flood her womb. After a time shaky hands were removed from her red wrists, the warmth of Ezreal's body leaving from her as her unseeing eyes struggled to gain focus. Struggling to move her limbs against the screaming protests of her abused muscles, she found shaky arms once more picking her up to return the beleaguered pair to the steaming water of the spring. She didn't know how long they sat there, dimly aware of Ezreal splashing water across her face and body with a damp cloth to remove the lewd mixture of their bodily fluids from her flushed face. Her overloaded mind recovering slightly, she was aware of a slight chuckle emanating from Ezreal's chest which she was laid delicately upon. "Don't try to win again won't you?" he said teasingly, despite his hands running along her waist again with considerate gentleness. Soraka lifted her head upon a sore neck to look in his eyes once more. "But how else are you going to prove I'm yours?" she said, returning his cheeky demeanour with a wink of her drooping eyes. "For now let me rest… I'm sure the saving of the world can wait until tomorrow…"     Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [2B, A2, OC] The Licentation Virus ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary Going rogue, 2B agrees to rendezvous with A2 to inspect a supposed anomaly concerning some strange Machine lifeforms. But she has not an inkling of what awaits for her there, of what dormant forces lay in wait to ensnare her and A2, nor of what dormant pleasures rest within her body. In the ruins of Man, the two androids are about to awaken something inside them that they never knew they could feel. And all it will take is a few helping hands. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!     ===============================================================================  The Licentation Virus by WaddleBuff Commission for Tal ===============================================================================   (sauce) ♪ ===============================================================================   THIS IS TACTICAL SUPPORT UNIT POD 042. REPORT: SUPPORT ASSIGNMENT WITH YoRHa UNIT 2B TERMINATED DUE TO EXTENUATING COMBAT CONDITIONS. UNCORRUPTED SYSTEM AND ANALYTICAL FUNCTION IN SUPPORT POD UNIT 153 CONFIRMED. REQUESTING DATA EXCHANGE. … … ... [ DEATH IS PAST, BUT WHAT BLOOMS IS REDUNDANT ] ===============================================================================  The foreboding grey of distant cumulonimbi eventually blanketed the dusty sky and unburdened their heavy torrents upon the ruins of Man. Peeling rust, amassed grime, and splattered brown of mud, filth of collective worldwide death, cleansed in the deluge of cold rain. In the midst of the creeks and muddy streams, heaps of rusty steel with dim yellow eyes and seams composed of decrepit rivets miserably wandered with dragging feet. Their eyes blinked on occasion, maybe give an annoyed furrow accompanied with the violent pendulum of their machine arms at a stray moose. The rain splattered heavily on their bald heads, on their sluggish torsos. Torsos that could easily be turned into sparking shreds of scrap with one simple swing of 2B’s weapon of choice, the katana named Virtuous Contract . Luckily for the group of Machines that continued to kick at the mud and blankly stare into the onslaught of rain above, the YoRHa android had no interest in such trivialities. In fact, with the way she ran, toes making only the slightest nanosecond of contact with the patchy ground with every swift stride, it was apparent that on this rainy day, 2B had something much more important on her docket than aimlessly slaying rustbuckets and clankers. At the fastest she could manage, 2B maneuvered through the city ruins, vaulting over fallen pillars, dashing through multiple alleyways, dodging the larger Machine constructs that stubbornly played guard duty over empty and decrepit parking lots, carelessly smashing through a few walls, masonry and several layers of cement refusing to hinder her speed or scratch the skin on her masked face. She continued to run in silence, navigating with the guidance of the map on her heads-up display. And today, thank Man, she had done away with 042, temporarily putting him under timed stasis (along with 9S and Pod 153, all three of the slumbering units stuffed unceremoniously into a locker in some dark corner of the Resistance Camp). She finally was working by herself. Quiet, room for her thoughts, with only the ruffling of her dress and the occasional click of her heels to accompany her. Soon enough, 2B closed in on her mystery destination. Like the ancient shopping mall across the ravine in the city center, she found herself stumbling through dense, dense overgrowth. This entire sector was uncharted on her HUD, the small arrow representing her progress cutting through solid unknown blocks of pure grey. But her path was as a crow’s flight; steady and forthright, regardless of the lack of intel and backup. In the midst of her headway through the branches and leaves, katana shucking away any of the pesky natural barriers to clear paths, she didn’t notice that the dense brush wasn’t native to the area, leaves wide and pointed, vines twisting in gorgeous interlace, dotted with bountiful blossoms of large white flowers, tinted in pink. Though such a banality would have definitely caught the attention of 042, 2B was, as always, focused on the goal at hand. Today moreso than usual. 2B had never gone rogue like this, committing at least six or so acts that were guaranteed to earn her a court martial if reported back to HQ. But as she sliced through the last bit of overgrowth, dashing through the twisting vertical streams of branches and vines, it is quickly apparent why she uncharacteristically risked that much. Why she had powered down 9S after distracting him with some Earth relic he began to tinker with, why she had ripped out any plug-in chips that could potentially have HQ track her whereabouts, why she had followed every single demand and direction in the skilfully-encrypted email sent from an anonymous source describing an “anomaly” in this uncharted area that only shecould inspect without any of her usual “backup”. For as 2B slowed to a halt once she cleared the overgrowth on the wet tarmac of some rusty ancient processing plant, YoRHa Unit A2 herself stood less than a dozen meters before her, waiting. The long-haired rogue looked up, drenched white tresses veiling her face, a single eye cutting right through the downwards streams of water to meet 2B’s gaze. Both of her arms hung on the dull edge of the Type-40 blade that casually lay on her shoulders. 2B approached, clicking of her heels just barely drowned out by the ongoing storm. “So, you came,” A2 said, staring her down with unrelenting intensity. Her gaze shifted over 2B’s shoulder. “And without your aimbot and your little boytoy either, just like I asked. I’m impressed. Maybe you’re more honorable than your true designation suggests.” “You don’t know a thing about honor,” 2B said, malice on her lips. A snort. “And you think you do? Take off those gloves and show me how clean your hands are, then we’ll talk, Miss 2E.” 2B hid the shock of A2 knowing her true designation, a secret kept and withheld in only the tightest of circles. “Pointless bickering isn’t why I’m here. It also isn’t why I didn’t tip off YoRHa that the anonymous source in that email of yours had a very high chance of being the rogue unit we failed to apprehend in the forest.” “Then tell me,” A2 casually slid her sword off her shoulders, water accumulated on its edges arcing into the air. “Whyare you here?” “If your tip-off wasn’t just a lie to entrap me here, alone for some...ambush, which I highly doubt, then I’m here to see why you would risk yourself by even inviting me to this place.” It was then that 2B’s arm reached over her shoulder, and with a deft snap, unsheathed her blade, cutting a diagonal slash of wind through several strings of water. A2 gave her a wry grin. “And of course, that’s not the only reason you’re here, is it?” “No. The other reason I’m here is to engage you in controlled combat until one party yields.” Another dry snort. “To prove that that little 9S unit of yours is dead weight?” “No,” 2B said, both hands now gripping her katana as she brought its hilt up to her masked eye-level, right heel scraping in an arc to plant itself firmly behind her as she took an offensive stance. “To prove that your escape was just luck.” A2’s wry grin disappeared. She only answered 2B by gripping her own blade in earnest before extending it towards her opponent with her arm outstretched. “If that’s what you’re trying to prove, your ass is going to be here for a while.” Words took their leave then, only rain had anything else to say. A2 made the first movement, her left foot stepping behind her right. She kept her elbow locked, her blade still outstretched, pointed at 2B’s chest. Again, her left stepped firmly behind her right as she sidestepped in the puddles below her heels. 2B responded fortright, right leg moving forward, pivoting off the soft slides of her left. She kept the blade extending from the right of her head aimed squarely at A2’s neck, droplets dripping along its curved steel to accumulate at its tip before splattering onto the ground. The slow circling continued, both parties waiting for one to change forms, to let an opening permit itself. But neither android yielded, until finally, 2B’s legs launched her forward. Three strides, and her arms firmly thrust her blade at A2’s jugular. Parry, interrupted raindrops splattering on 2B’s face. Blade still skyward from the defensive strike, A2 brought it down in a curved slash aimed for 2B’s waist. Steel kissed again, loudly reverberating in a harsh ring. 2B’s knew her opponent’s one-handed technique was deft, quick enough to take on 9S and her own swordsmanship until she had to yield, but she also knew just from that one encounter that A2 underestimated her, and knowing that from her parry, a strike would follow immediately. All it took was a quick downwards turn of her wrists to turn the tip of her katana groundward, effectively halting A2’s retort to her first thrusting strike. She looked at A2’s only visible eye again, reading where she might strike next, where she might leave herself open next. The respite of locked blades was brief, and A2 began to show 2B just a fraction of her unrestrained speed. Shifting her weight behind her, she pivoted, exposing her back to 2B for only a moment, but pouring the full momentum of her pirouette into another sideways slash, this time at 2B’s other side. The entire strike took less than a second, and yet again a harsh metallic clang signalled the futility of her attack. A2 let out an impressed chuckle. Now she knew she didn’t have to hold back. She pulled back, lunged, the attack parried. 2B answered with an upwards slash, having it blocked, another lunge, no contact. A2’s blade slicing forward, blocked only by 2B’s hiltguard. Defensive lunge, throwing A2 off-balance downwards strike, one-handed block, a slash to the right to cast aside 2B’s overextended grip, turning the tables as she lunged forward. Sidestepped. Steel kept ringing, water kept spattering as the fight surpassed a dozen strikes, more than a dozen parries and blocks. The speed of the encounter quickened. Forgetting the old forms, both androids utilized the full power of their anatomy, A2 demonstrating first with a forwards somersault onto 2B’s blade, 2B surprising A2 with swipe at her legs from a single-knee slide with her heel maneuvering her arc. It wasn’t long until the blades weren’t even observable in the deluge, 2B’s body firmly keeping poise, striking and parrying with her arms’ speed matching A2’s with some effort as A2 utilized the strength of her limberness, performing reckless one-armed strikes, aerial slashes, offense/defense-switching flurries. Sparks began to fly, their strikes growing in power until walls of wind blew sheets of rain away from them, their speed unrelenting. It was in a particularly-savage strike from a completely unorthodox full-body twirling plunge from A2 that 2B finally decided to tear off her mask. A2 stared her down in the brief respite, bothof her eyes now revealed as she panted. 2B found that she too was winded, winded in the first time in a while. Her eyes, a rare sight of vibrant azure, pierced through the ongoing deluge, meeting A2’s in challenge. “So...was it just luck, 2E?” 2B couldn’t help but grin, gripping the hilt of her blade with its tip pointed behind her left heel, her right firmly planting itself in front. She was breathing a bit harder now, working up a rare sweat. “I don’t know. But I haven’t seen anything just yet that convinces me otherwise.” She made the movement to lunge towards A2 then when her eyes shot open in surprise, and before she could escape the weight around her ankle, she crashed onto the tarmac. Immediately rolling over, her eyes widened at the cause of her stumble: a familiar, rusted hand clutching  her ankle with a dead man’s grip. Incredulously, she saw as the hand was joined with an entire body breaking through the ancient tarmac, revealing the form of a familiar enemy; a small stubby Machine lifeform. It was identical to the ones 2B had run past earlier, and it was advancing upon her, arms outstretched, eager to grip her again. 2B immediately reached for her blade, jumping to her feet. There was suddenly the sound of crumbling tarmac and rusty cankering steel all around her, the sheer number of Machines popping up from the ground enough to overpower the sound of the rain. She didn’t hesitate then, thrusting forward, cutting down three stubbies in one horizontal strike. She looked over at A2, eyes widening to see that she was on the outskirtsof the sudden ambush; A2’s blade charged a piercing yellow, blindingly slicing through an entire horde of the damned clankers. Small stubbies, armless bipeds, wheeled stubbies, medium bipeds, quadrupeds, all of them were sprouting all around the wet tarmac like eager hedgehogs. Already casting aside the fight between her and A2, 2B charged forward, blade familiar with slicing through the rustbuckets, rivets beginning to fly into the air alongside severed arms, heads, wheels. She cut a path straight to the surrounded A2...but not before noticing something: none of the Machine lifeforms had attacked her. At least, not in the way she was used to. No sluggish punches, no whirlwind flurries of deadly spinning arms, no flying reinforcements with heavy artillery. Instead, there was only arms and hands that outstretched, like children begging to be held. In their number, many of them succeeded to make contact with her body. There were hands at her legs, some clutching at her skirt, one medium bipedal, the Machines that were three or four heads taller than her, dared to even grope her chest before it got its arms severed.  The armless wheeled and bipedals merely charged her before rubbing their heads contentedly against her thighs like so many pets. But as strange as all of this was becoming, she didn’t have time to contemplate it, and like the pink flowers of the overgrowth she had blindly rushed through, she didn’t see the need to care; all the Machine lifeforms were acting haywire lately. Lifeforms who only attacked with outstretched palms that grabbed at her body any way they can wasn’t even close to the strangest behavior she had witnessed thus far. Soon enough, she finally slashed her way close to A2, giving the fellow android a confirmatory nod in the midst of stabbing through a medium biped’s chest. A few more hacks of her blade, and soon she was in a familiar position: blade extended, back to back with an android as dozens, if not hundreds of Machine lifeforms formed a horde around them, closing the circle in. The ones who got too close were slashed, turned into so much scrap. “Glad you could join me.” “I assume thisis the ‘anomaly’ you were referring to in your memo?” 2B said, circling in sync with A2, their blades pointed as vigils against the growing horde. “Not exactly,” A2 said. “What do you mean?” “Machine life form nests are everywhere. I see YoRHa platoons wiped out by subterranean ambushes all the time, especiallyafter that whole Goliath fiasco you and your boyfriend were a part of.” 2B tsked at the insinuation that the Goliath incident was somehow her fault. “Then what’s the anomaly?” She heard a short exasperated sigh. “Maybe if you’d take that goddamn mask off, you’d see. Just lookat them. Notice anything different? Notice the attack patterns, maybe?” It didn’t take long for 2B to see what A2 meant, for as they circled around, back to back, to her astonishment the innermost Machines of the horde echoed their movements, like ripples in a puddle. Unlike the mindless droves of red- eyed clankers that usually assaulted her, these Machines kept a safe distance away, wary of her blade, of A2’s blade. Instead, they kept circling, circling, forming layer upon layer of slowly rotating rings, neatly, precisely, until their mechanical feet or wheels marched in tandem, a rhythmic clanking of synchronized steps. Thunder resounded in the distance as 2B brought the buried aspect of their attack patterns to the forefront of her mind as well; even now, her and A2 trapped in the midst of their impromptu formation, their arms were outstretched, heads bowing towards their bodies. Little mechanical hands grasped, clenching and unclenching in the falling rain, as if desperateto touch her, to grab at her black cloth as they did when they temporarily succeeded in dogpiling her. But other than their uncharacteristic organizing and their harmless, even docile attack pattern, as 2B stopped her circling, panting at the sight before her, three things unsettled her, made her shiver, artificial goosebumps rippling along synthetic skin, made her nervous. 1. She noticed that the scrapped bodies, all these machines she had slain, none of them sparked. None of them were hollow. There wasn’t the satisfying tearing sound of steel through rusted sheet metal, the popping of reinforcing rivets in mass-manufactured husks. Instead, now that the rain and the constant drone of the machines’ harmonized sidesteps gave her a moment of respite to think, she recalled the sound it made when she cleaved through these machines, when she would pierce, slash, slice through their bodies; Virtuous Contract would meet not only metal, but something squirming, pulsing inside them, and a loud squelchwould resound through the air after the initial soft clang of steel. 2B suddenly remembered how it feltto slice through them as well. Their innards...where there should have been a lack thereof, were soft. Spongy. Fleshlike. No sparks, instead, the moist squelch of their inside matter, and a splattering of thick, thick white fluid flying through the air. In the corpses of the Machines that lay by, she could see a particular bisected Medium Biped, laying on its side, and within what should have been a steel shell, sparking with wiring, were fleshy lumps, bubbling remains of white flesh, white innards, white liquid flowing out in puddles onto the tarmac like blood, synthetic intestinal remains spilling. 2B noticed that same fluid from inside the machines had stained her dress, had landed on the skin of her wrists, on her exposed upper thigh, splotched on her neck, like coagulated blood from an ancient battle with Man. More curious than anything, 2B lowered her sword. She had stood in the center of this strange, silent horde of Machine lifeforms for a few minutes now, and had assessed that now immediate danger was present; the Machines could be peaceful, like the ones in the village and the ones that roamed the carnival. Yes, that was why she lowered her sword, brought the dollop of white fluid on her wrist to her lips and licked. Her eyes widened, gulping whatever it was down her throat. As an android, food wasn’t a necessity, but she brought her tongue to her skin again, sloppily this time, as if she was hungry. Whatever kind of blood ran through these machines...it was sweet. 2. Next, 2B noticed their eyes. Instead of the soulless yellow blinkers or the fierce red glares of most Machine lifeforms, these ones that kept circling, that kept reaching with silent, groping fingers, these Machines’ eyes were a dark, dark black. Not the black of the YoRHa uniforms or the black of deep space outside HQ, no. These machines’ eyes were a glistening black. Their eyes looked wet. Their eyes bulged from their heads, alive. It took 2B several seconds of peering deep into one of the machines’ eyes to recognize what their eyes looked like: the inky darkness of completely-dilated pupils. Even androids felt pleasure, felt bliss, and 2B was witness to some of her colleagues’ eyes darkening in such a manner when the occasion would call for it, witness to her own pupils when she would gaze into her pupils in the mirror of her quarters, watching as she self-installed new plug-in chips, enjoying just how darkthe ice of her pupils would become. Hundreds of pairs of those kinds of eyes kept circling them now, dilated, dilated, dilated, so dark and inky that there was no pupil left. 2B found herself entranced by their gaze. Almost hypnotized by the the glisten of their black unblinking gaze, 2B didn’t noticed that she was sucking on two of her fingers, slicking them onto the splotch of unknown fluid on her neck, feeling ever-thirsty for more. Thirst. She had never felt it before, but she was sure that’s what these machines felt too. Their little hands, reaching out, eyes looking so desperate, so blissfully tortured, so...aroused. Whatever the feelings of these strange machines, the longer she stood here in the rain, studying their gazes, dozens upon dozens of glistening black orbs undressing her, ripping at her cloth, and grabbing her flesh like they did with their hands during her earlier assault, 2B began to feel it too. 3. Although the existence of Machines with fleshlike components should have been a disturbing discovery even after the discovery of Adam and Eve, 2B felt anything but disturbed. She didn’t even feel the chill of nervousness she had allowed run through her skin at the beginning of all this, the eerieness of the way the Machines looked, tearing into her with those wet, wet unblinking eyes, blackeyes. No, at this point, she didn’t know how long she had stood in the middle of the horde. It could have been minutes, seconds, hours, but 2B felt that it was too long. She didn’t feel the rain on her skin, she only started to feel her skin’s emptiness. She felt cold, cold insideof her in a way she couldn’t describe. She hadn’t noticed that she had thrown her katana aside into the puddles, she hadn’t noticed that she was desperately searching for more splotches of white on her body, running out of the fluid on her neck, her arms, and now quickly sucking in more of that sweet Machine nectar from the splotches on her legs, some of it caught between the hem of her stockings and her upper thigh. She was panting now, feeling hot, hotter,  and worst of all, thirsty. Androids should never feel thirsty, but she was feeling parched. If she was paying any attention 2B would have noticed her itch, her inner thirst originated from the locations on her body where these Machines had touched her, where their innards had kissed her skin, where their white dollops of essence had stained her, but she didn’t care. If she looked in a mirror, she would notice her own eyes were dilating, dilating, turning black . The world was turning into a blur of unfelt rain and the eyes of the machines with their oustretched little arms. She panted, falling to the ground. Her legs were splayed, unable to even kneel. 2B was feeling hotter by the second, and in the last vestiges, the last clutches of her full sanity before the virus completely spread through her circruity and took hold of her mind, she acknowledged that she, as well as the sea of black eyes that circled around her, that excitedher so, was aroused. “Fuck…” A2 said, breaking the eternity of silence. The curse momentarily broke 2B from her delirium, and she turned around on her ass to face A2. Maybe she could help with how 2B was feeling, give her some damn answers, but alas, 2B’s eyes widened in pure shock at the sight before her: the long-haired rogue had her legs completely spread open, one of her arms supporting her weight behind her, rain splattering on the her upturned face. Her dominant hand wasn’t clutching her Type-40, instead, it was vigorously pumping within her latex short shorts. 2B gulped at the wet sound of A2’s inner walls, wet, schlicking and needy. Sexual reproduction was impossible for her species, of course, but as one of the sentimental features of their designers, that didn’t mean sexual pleasure was something that was impossible for androids. It was just something 2B had never seen the need to engage in. Until now, of course, as her fascinated gaze made her mouth agape, drool leaking down her chin. “A2...what...what are you doing,” she said, her voice a hoarse rasp. A2 responded in a loud moan, the fast pumping of her wrist slowing as she caressed, coaxing out release at a more savoring pace. 2B noticed the small bits of white fluid that stuck to A2’s shoulders, her upper arms. It seemed A2 had it worse in terms of being stained with the collateral spray of the Machines’ essence. But 2B also noticed the small traces of the very same fluid on A2’s lips, one particularly thick string of it hanging down the side of her mouth, and couldn’t help but feel a twang of jealousy. What the...fuck does it look like I’m doing, you...you... augh…” In another small moment of clarity, 2B let out a surprised moan in response, blush burning ever-hotter on her cheeks, for she hadn’t noticed that her hand was now under her skirt, or that the circle of Machines was beginning to close in, their outstretched, adorable little hands growing closer. She crawled over to A2, panting, forcefully prying her fingers from the snatch that leaked, strings of quim already dribbling between her thighs. “What should...nnhn… we do, A2…? I think we’ve been...corrupted by some sort of... augh…!” She had crawled to A2 until their faces were only a few inches apart. Rain poured down the exposed skin of her back, down her sides as she kept looking for answers in A2’s hooded eyes, her hands gripping into her palms tightly, a fire between her legs kindling ever-hotter. She kept panting, panting, panting on all fours as A2 kept looking at her, as she kept looking back. The Machines were only a stride away now. The two androids’ weapons trampled under their feet, somewhere. “Does it look like I give a shit...what we should do…?” A2 panted, her brow furrowing in concentration, her eyes, dilated and also almost completely black, hungrily peering into 2B’s as 2B tried, tried her very best to keep things according to protocol, desperately trying not to plunge her own gloved fingers into her panties, trying to keep her eyes on A2’s instead of gazing hungrilyat A2’s lips. “Then...what…” 2B moaned out, grunting in effort to keep herself together. “Then what do you...wantto do…?” Those were the last coherent words of YoRHa unit 2B. A2 made the first move, and their mouths crashed together. 2B hungrily shoved her tongue past her fellow android’s teeth, sloshing around, desperate to find small traces of the white Machine fluid. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips as 2B slid her tongue over hers, swallowing what little of the juicy treasure she found between A2’s cheek. She gave A2 one look before she pounced, her lips on A2’s neck, sucking, slurping, swallowing whatever little she could find, thirstily biting into A2’s wet skin. A2 tried to fight back the assault, but 2B made sure to push her weight down onto her stomach as she straddled her. Her tongue slid across A2’s shoulders, her gloved hands pulling down A2’s top. “More, more…” A2 breathed, giving in to her assailant, gasping as she writhed under 2B’s relentless mouth. She opened herself to her, let 2B’s teeth sink into her perky breasts, let 2B rip apart the rest of her tattered YoRHa uniform away, let 2B find any trace of the fluid she so desired. They were continuing the duel that had been so rudely interrupted earlier, only this time, there didn’t need to be only one victor. But by the time 2B was between A2’s legs, ravenous gnashing at her inner thighs, nails ripping through the skimpy covering of her womanhood, lips sloppily closed around A2’s heat, tongue thrusting in, swirling greedily, for the off-chance that there was some of that sweet Machine lifeform nectar that her body positively ached for, both androids realizing something, as they squirmed on the cold, wet ground, panting and groaning, almost growlingat each other once 2B’s search between A2’s legs proved fruitless: they both realized that this wasn’t enough. The contact of skin against skin with 2B was enough to elicit the feeling A2 had felt when the runty bipeds and wheeled clankers rubbed against her, but it didn’t feel the same, as heart-poundingly arousing. 2B shared the sentiment, her tongue feeling empty, the fierce fingers digging into A2’s breasts craving something more solid. That was when something softly nudged into her ass. And her arm, another hitting her face. 2B looked up from her feeding of A2’s flesh, and with eyes wide, realized the circle of Machines had closed in completely. They were mere inches away now, permitting no escape, close enough to touch. She gulped, peering deep into one of the Machines’ unblinking obsidian orbs. Streamlets of water didn’t deter its gaze, that maddening gaze that made her insides churn in pure excitement; nobody had looked at her like that, nobody had made her feel so wanted in such a pure, primal manner. And here she was, surrounded by hundreds of these eyes, these things that were filled to the brimwith the sweet nectar she so craved. She was already on her knees when she reached out to one of the stubby machines. She let her fingers interlock with its rusty digits, looking at it at eye-level, eyes black as night, lips quivering as the breaths rushed from her lips. “...more…?....more…?...” she begged, searching into the little Machine’s deep, large eyes, clutching its steel fingers as she felt more of those same little fingers around her body, around her thighs, more stubby bipeds surrounding her. Were Machine lifeform bodies always this hot, she wondered? And when did she manage to rip her dress to tatters, letting more outstretched arms grope, squeeze, the contact of steel on her rain-drenched skin like an instant aphrodisiac. Her hair matted to her forehead as she threw her head back, groaning a whorish groan, helping these clankers rip her clothes to shreds, throwing aside her gloves, violently ripping off her thigh highs, lifting her legs up so her little friends could grope all they please, letting particularly-large medium biped rip her panties apart. She panted, irrevocably horny, moaning just at the touch these machines were endowing onto her pale, wet skin as she squirmed, screaming now as she felt metal fingers begin curling inside of her, making her clenching, feeling some kind of heat spreading forth from the inserted finger throughout all of her circuits, as if she was detonating her Black Box from within her own chest. Only a few feet away, A2 proved to be less patient. Without any words or any discarding of what was left of her shredded clothes courtesy of 2B, she had crawled desperately to the largest Machine she saw, grabbed it by its mechanical wrist, and shoved its hand repeatedly towards her snatch. Luckily for her, the giant knew exactly what she wanted, and here she was, being fucked on all fours by its large hand, its other hand pushing her down on the small of her back as she moaned wanton moans, encouraging smaller Machines to lay their hands on her as well. She came, synthetic walls closing around, almost crushing the Machine’s fingers, convulsions of an orgasm throwing her head back, blades of water shooting forth into the rain-drenched hair as she shuddered, cursing. But the Machine didn’t stop shoving its fingers, instead, addinganother, making her cum just from the insertion. “You filthy bucket of bolts, keep fucking me or I’ll tear you to shreds with my goddamn hands you hear me augh, ahnnn!!!” In response, another machine spread her asscheeks, and without warning, another shoved its own pointed fingers inside her puckered anus. The sensation rocked another orgasm through her eager, fit body and she completely surrendered to whatever these Machines had in store for her as she slammed her head onto the tarmac, cheek pressed against its cold face with a salicious grin wide on her lips. 2B was being treated in the same manner, except this time she took the initiative to gently ease a biped onto its back. She reached for its hand, eager for something to fill her again, to quell the hunger she had, but surprisingly, the Machine looked up at her with its blank, dark eyes and slowly, slowly moved its head side to side. 2B gazed back at it, wide-eyed, desperate. She looked around her for encouragement, but all the other Machines that patiently waited, looking at 2B with their own black spheres, also shook their heads. In unison, side-to-side. 2B felt hysterical. She needed something inside her, she needed to feel it again, she needed it. “Why...why, I need more,why I-” To her utter astonishment, the Machine...spoke. Its voice not tinny or mechanical, instead it sounded...eerily deep, echoing even if they were outside in an open space. Whatever it sounded it like, 2B loved it, and wondered why they didn’t speak earlier. “More.” “Y-Yes, more, please…” 2B begged, nodding vigorously as her fingers clutched the medium biped’s metal chest, grinding herself into its lap. “...more.” Not another word, and suddenly 2B heard a small pneumatic hiss. She found the source of the sound, not an inch away from her bare pussy. The Machine had opened a small hole in its...crotch area. Steam poured from orifice, and 2B could hear something sputtering, something moistly sloshing around inside of the machine, until in a loud squelch something shot out of the hole. And whatever it was, it smelled absolutely delicious. The steam from its origin point quickly faded away, but more steam rolled off of its pale, veiny face. It was...a rod of some sort, white, doused in a clear sticky fluid that leaked down onto the machine’s body, rolling onto the floor. 2B tentatively reached out to touch it...and soon her hand was wrapped around it, before finally she was stroking out, two of her hands on it now, squeezing, feeling it pulse, feeling it throb,hearingthe Machine and its succulent voice moan for her, moan one word over and over: “More.” 2B was panting as she rubbed against the Machine’s prick. Yes...yes, that’s what it was, it was a penis, the protruding veiny muscle male androids possessed, nature’s stabbing rods to ensure copulation. And here she was, rubbing her swollen clitoris over it, moaning wantonly with her arms pushing down on the Machine’s chest, letting the smaller machines stroke her thighs, even letting one approach her from behind and rub its small robot palms all over her asscheeks. She suddenly heard pneumatic hisses all around her, steam from several points of origin collected in medium-sized plumes as all of the machines grew cocks, long, hard, steaming hot, sticky with clear essence. And without warning, the Machine below her, with its cock rubbing stickiness all over her stomach, grabbed her by the hips, gazed deep into her eyes with its horny black orbs, and lifted her straight up. “MORE.” The cock below her grew more rigid than ever, its bulbous head pointing straight towards the clouds that poured. Then, 2B let out shuddering yelps as the Machine shoved her onto it. It was huge , and she beat on the Machine’s chest with her fists to make it stop, but soon she didn’t want it to stop...because by fucking Man, it was huge. It filled her up in a way she never thought could be possible, as it traveled into her, swallowed by her hungry snatch inch by inch until she was full seated on the Machine’s lap. And soon, she was bucking, up and down, up and down, peering deep into her partner’s eyes. The other Machines around her began stroking their own respective erections, moaning quiet groans, watching 2B defiling their brother as she came around its cock, as its cock would plunge into her, digging into her, a visible imprint of its head on her belly button. Her breasts bounced in the rain, perky pink nipples splattering accumulating raindrops into the air as her strong hips began smashinginto the machine below her an inhuman speed. 2B was completely lost in delirium, in sheer blissas she smiled widely, loudly, lewdly screaming her curses, her moans. Looking around at the other Machines that obediently masturbated to her naked form, eyes as desperate and needy as hers. “Come...touch me, please, touch, touch.” Her invitation was heeded well, and soon she had a cock in each hand, stroking their sticky, veiny necks, fucking herself, impaling herself on the medium biped still, enjoying how it would moan faster and louder than its brothers, how it would jolt and convulse, echoing that into the cock squeezing itself into her. She didn’t see it split its legs open as she busied herself with stroking, stroking, didn’t see those split legs open up to accommodate another biped with outstretched hands, with a fresh, scintillating erection that throbbed at the sight of 2B’s exposed ass. Soon she had twococks in her, as that little biped spread her cheeks and began going to town, shoving itself in its sticky, sticky entirety into her anus, thrusting, steel feet clanking on the ground, joints squeaking with coital effort as 2B would tighten up, clenching her palms around the Machines at her sides, squeezing her anus to make the Machine behind her let out successive moans like machine gun fire, tightening the rippling inner folds of her sopping pussy to bring the medium biped below her groan louder than almost her, its wide black eyes looking at her desperately with its hands digging into her hips. A2, again, had taken the initiative the momentthe Machines had revealed their pleasant little secret to her. “Fucking finally ,” she said, before literally pouncing on a wheeled biped, her bare hands running up and down its sticky, veiny pole before she ran her cheek along it. The poor Machine could only groan in rapid “ nga...nga….ngah..!...nga...nga,”s as it helplessly rolled its wheels while A2 lavished its cock before swallowing it, barely fitting the throbbing head of it into her mouth as she licked up and down, up and down, until finally her stubbornness forced her throat open, and eventually she could take him into her completely. She would choke, but what use did an android have with oxygen? So her nose would begin to kiss the Machine’s torso as she fucked her mouth, swallowing the stickiness, reveling in how it throbbed against her cheeks. She felt the impatience, heard the groans of Machines jacking off around her, and without hesitation had spread open her cheeks behind her, letting the first lucky Machine to waddle behind her to hilt itself completely inside of her needy pussy. Her two free hands reached above her, a medium biped straddling the wheeled Machine lifeform as she squeezed, running her experienced hands along its length, sometimes using her palm to run circles around its cockhead, until, “NGAH...NGAHHH, NGAHHH, UNDONE UNDONE UNDONE!!! ” The Machine behind her had cum. She felt its products flood into her artificial womb, groaning at how hot it was, how rightit felt inside of her as more ropes of white Machine seed coated her inner sanctum in stickiness. She reveled in how he kept thrusting, slow savorous thrusts, its hands at her sides gripping tighter than ever. And she also felt a hot stickiness begin to drip in small rivulets down the cheeks of her ass, hearing a pneumatic hiss and the clanking of steel. Before she had the chance to look at what that was, A2 suddenly felt the veiny treasure between her two hands throb as well, and the telltale shuddering of its master. More Machine cum began to spray, falling with the rain onto her naked back, hot, steaming. What a waste… A2 thought to herself, cheeks still filled with the wheeled Machine’s cock. She felt the collecting pools of white begin to wash off as quickly as they had accumulated...then again, she felt another heat dribble onto her neck this time, and another pneumatic hiss coupled with something metal falling to the tarmac. "UNDONE,UNDONE!!!” A2’s thoughts melted, dissolved completely as the sweet, sweet nectar of these rusty bastards’ cocks started shooting down her throat. She had him inside of her so deep that not a single drop landed onto her tongue, all of it shooting straight into her stomach; she made sure it was so, sucking and keeping the Machine inside of her throat until she was positive that the last throbs had been effectively suctioned out of him. Finally, she withdraw, feeling the cock slink out of her, a stray strand of its seed lacing her tongue like frosting that she eagerly sloshed around her teeth and swallowed. Then, on her knees, letting the rain wash whatever was left of the cum on her back, A2 finally witnessed what happened to the Machines after they reached their peak. The wheeled Machine rolled to a standing position, flaccid cock limply hanging in the rain as suddenly, inky black of the Machine’s eyes exploded. Or rather, dark, inky goo began to spurt out from its eye sockets, before thickly dribbling down onto the ground like used motor oil. It would shiver, as if enduring another orgasm, as more of that thick blackness poured all over its metal body from its bulging, wet unblinking eyeballs. A2 observed that the amount black goop sputtering from its weeping eyes was as much as the semen it shot into her stomach. Then, a hiss, and to A2’s astonishment, two white tentacle-like appendages shot out from holes at its armless sides, steaming hot just like the cock it had sprouted minutes earlier, strands of sticky clearness cleaned off by the rain as the appendages uselessly squirmed like beached fish on the tarmac. With a squelching flourish, the moist flesh began to bubble, white bubbles that boiled all along the strange, flopping synthetic flesh like giant welts, and in the span of a second, the tentacles transmuted into more solid forms: two slightly muscular human-like arms, white as the cocks that leaked in the rainfall, drenched in that clear sticky essence that caused steam to rise whenever drops of falling rain made contact with it. Whatever A2’s emotions should have been after witnessing such a sight was buried under the revelation that those arms would feel incrediblearound her, and looking behind her at the two Machines she had brought to orgasm before, she grinned widely at their own arms, seeing how their fingers twitched, wondering how those Machine fingers would feel around her breasts. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait long; there was a long line of Machines who wanted to fill her with their gifts, who wanted to sprout and grow appendages to please her, and she was eager to please them all, frustrated that she couldn’t cum as easily as the Machines she serviced. “Alright you bastards...hurry up and make meundone…” 2B was two steps ahead of her, four patient single-file lines had formed around her, collective moans filling the area of her little circle as the slutty Android hungrily slurped and fucked and stroked the cocks of any Machine in the vicinity. One line formed in front of her, another behind her, and two on either side of her. Unlike A2, 2B was kind to her caretakers, she adored their adorable eyes, and needy cocks that were so ready to spill its nectar inside of her. She didn’t even know how many loads her pussy had swallowed, but she knew she could swallow hundreds more as her perky ass smashed in jiggling kisses against the torso of the biped behind her, feeling him throb, yelling out the telltale words of “ UNDONE” before spurting its sweet, sweet cum into her overflowing womb. She felt that cum unfortunately spill out of her between her legs when he would withdraw, hearing it splatter into the growing puddle of semen that the rain couldn’t even wash away, also hearing the steel of the Machine clank to the ground, adding to the graveyard of growing piles of rusty plates and rivets as more of the lifeforms’ orgasms and leaking black lubrication from their dilated pupils broke whatever seals held their true selves back, whatever pleasurable treasures hid beneath. 2B felt another Machine’s strong, synthetic flesh hands grab her, groaning at how hotand steamy the newly-grown appendages were as he began to rail her, her moist snatch already accustomed to cock, sucking in any of the Machines’ cocks, no matter how big or petite they were, just thirsty for more cum. As thirsty as her throat as her arms wrapped around a biped’s ass, forcing him to facefuck her deep and long. She could feel its head down her esophagus, feel the largeness of its size making a visible imprint on her neck as she desperately met its thrusts, her smashing against its torso at such a violent pace that it would have surely been broken by now if she wasn’t an android, her usually-orderly hair devoid of its hairband, replaced by the strong grip of veiny, pale muscular arms that used her silver locks as reins to further smash her face into eager cock. Two other cocks pleasured 2B, but these weren’t inside her. Instead, the front of the lines on either side of her hips stroked themselves on the skin of her back, or maybe slapped their cockheads on her dangling breasts as her body rocked back and forth, sucking and fucking behind and in front. Either way, she knew the Machines loved the feeling of her rain and cum-drenched skin, and she lovedthe feeling of their cocks on her body. It didn’t matter that they weren’t inside her, now, at this point 2B only lived for this feeling of something hot, pulsing, and virile ready to unload its juice into her and onto her. In the midst of her mindless, animalistic breeding, 2B vaguely remembered why she was here...vaguely remembered who she was, and instantly became disgusted at the thought of it all. She thought of the sword she carried, and almost felt nauseous (thankfully the fat cock of a particularly-large biped was there to shove its succulence down her throat before she felt anymore sick); why would she ever kill these creatures? Why would she kill at all? All of this time, she, all of the the Androids and Machines alike have been wasting time. Wasting life. Why kill and why bother taking each other’s essence when pleasure like this existed? Why even waste time with rules and strictures when one could keep feeling what she felt now? She thought of her dedication to YoRHa, thought of how long she had repressed herself from feeling anything that felt this...decadent. Hell, she thought of how she held herself back from 9S, the little android she had, somewhere along the way, fallen in love with. But what was the point? Hiding all those feelings, all of those desires, urges? For the sake of rules? The approval of her superiors? Her society at large? Of Mankind? As she felt another succession of hot, sticky ropes shooting into her, making her clench down hard onto the pistoning cock inside her, squeal at how one of the Machine’s hand smacked down hard and wet on her ass to push her over the edge of orgasm, she found the answer: there wasno point. Existence should only be in pursuit of this pure, unsullied carnal pleasure. It was what Mankind wanted. Surely...it was what they would want for Androidkind. She needed to spread this revelation, tell others that this was the answer to their existence, showthem the truth. With that, she turned on any of the plug-in chips that broadcasted her location to any nearby YoRHa units and HQ above. She wanted them to see this, moaned wantonly when she was turned over onto her back, breasts splattering water with every harsh thrust, every time the cock would shove itself into her, hands gripping her slick waist, squealing as she felt more and more spunk filling her, bubbling and spurting straight into her womb before that very same prick, rigid and slick, forcefully squeezed into her suffocating ass. She needed to see that there really wasn’t any reason to live for anything other than this, to live for any other reason being fucked , every day, railedinto the ground like she was being railed now, pure pleasure crying any of the brief logical justifications that spurred her to call for YoRHa reinforcements. One of the bipeds had broken formation, greedily and selfishly taking 2B all to himself. But she didn’t mind, because as it came in her ass, and wept that black goop all over its metal plating, melting the seals that kept him constrained, the Machine’s head split open, the dome falling to the ground. In its place...was a face. Or rather, an entire new head, a bald masculine visage, eyes still huge, black, and wet. And much to 2B’s pleasant surprise, fat, succulent lips that were agape, panting, a black oily tongue split in two inside that invited her. So she became selfish as well, tackling the Machine to the ground, smashing her lips against its. At this distance, she opened her eyes as its black two-pronged appendage wrestled messily and sloppily with hers; there was nothing else she could see other than the gorgeous unblinking dark mass of its eyes. They peered through her, looked through her like nothing else, awoke the lust that was raging like hellfire through her entire body. That very same lust kept 2B and A2 moaning and groaning for hours on end. Choruses of their loud screams conjoining with sporadic baritonic yelps of “UNDONE! ”, accompanied with the softening rainfall and the unending slurping and squelching incessant sex.  That lust that quite literally short-circuited any logic function in their pgoram, the lust that spread through their circuits and overrode any basic command that would make them snap out of their delirium, the lust that fried any defensive plug-in chips or HUD programming; these androids wouldn’t need them anymore, in fact, no Androids, noMachine would need them anymore. All these Androids needed now, all they wanted, with their wet bodies writhing, their wet silvery hair flying with every wanton moan and scream for more, was sex. Cock. Cock that the machines provided in ample, plentiful supply. Especially, after the sixteenth hour of debauchery, when the rain stopped and puddles of semen and inky awakening black lifeblood swirled on the tarmac, the porous ground below them gave way and the entire horde of debauchery fell through, only to land a mere two stories in a subterranean chasm. The fall made 2B and A2 snap out of their complete and utter lustful delirium for just a second as they took in their surroundings. Their precious Brothers of seed were still around them, in a similar state of shock. They noticed that below them was...softness, pleasant softness of leaves, beds of leaves, and the most beautiful flowers. White, tinged with pink, short-stemmed with stigmas ready to be pollinated, ovaries ripe. Not that it mattered, because in moments, 2B and A2 were on the ground, gripping into the leafy beds of flowers, tearing with their desperate fingers, wantonly yelling for more cock. A2 had her leg over the shoulder of a fully- unbound Brother; with his black eyes leaving dark trails on his pale, muscular frame, he fucked bothof A2’s holes as she screamed, gritting his teeth as spittle from his mouth when he came from one of his throbbing cocks, continuing to smash into her with the throbbing prick that delved into her loosened anus. His eyes squirted more black, but there were no more seals to loosen, no more of that imprisoning steel, the Brother was complete, and ready to keep groaning, spilling his sweet saliva into A2’s mouth as he took her with his four arms, pinning her down, pistoning, heaving into her as he used all the strength of his rooted four legs to make her wail, fuck her harder than any of his other brothers as they encouraged his full awakening, touching themselves with vigor, spraying cum as offerings of their Brother’s success. A2 could only arch her back. Nothing should ever feel this good. Two of his arms kept her wrists pinned high above her head, his other two focused on kneading her breasts into oblivion, toggling her perky, pebbly nipples as he shuddered into more orgasms, weeping small, miniscule black tears, unlike the Brothers around him, who still spilled buckets of their inner ink to free themselves, to recognize the Truth, the purpose of why they live at all: to become Undone, to recognize that pleasure, carnal lust is the only reason why life that originated with Adam should even exist. As more of the Brothers gathered around A2, an equal number still beset 2B, who didn’t discriminate between unawakened or awakened; any cock was sufficient for her, like the cock that was driving into her upstretched ass right now, making her scream, drool onto the plantation of pink flowers below her. She reveled in how hardthis particular Brother rammed into her. His thrusts weren’t fast in succession, but unlike his other fellow Machine-clad Brethren, he was fast purely in the act of stuffing her; with strong, unusually-long arms clutching her ample hips, he would then rev up his wheels, before burying his entire length into her, quite literally driving into her, over and over, crotch smashing into her wet ass, smacking steel into her soft flesh, dollops of cum and leftover rain flying into the air with every single reinsertion until he would finally cum for the umpteenth time inside of her, more of his loads and the mixed loads of others spilling out of her swollen, puckered lips in a small cascade of viscous creamy white, staining the fertile flowerbed, covering petals with stickiness. 2B’s groans were the loudest in the cave, echoing, coaxing out more Brothers to awaken from their subterranean chambers, to watch on the ledges surrounding the circular garden of flowers as their older Brothers still struggled to awaken completely in an unending festal of lust and licentation. They would stand there on the edges dug into the walls of the circular cave, dug in by their creators, Watching as 2B and A2 heralded the birth of a new age. YoRHa would soon come, answering 2B’s call. Their reconnaissance droids beamed it all back to HQ, showing 2B with her arms pulled back, tongue sloppily choking on the veiny pulsing meat filling her throat with cum, surrounded by white hands and tongues and erections lavishing her naked body with attention. Soon they would send their Androids, the Machines would follow suit, Adam and Eve foolishly sending in their armies, converging on the den of the Brothers, sons of the Watchers, but it was too late. For A2 and 2B had awoken them, piles of their disguises were finally discarded. On each of their four, strong legs, the awoken skittered out of the circular den, like wriggling white maggots freshly pouring out of a corpse. From there they would spread the Truth, infecting the disgusting, incoming slaughterers of YoRHa, tackling them with their eight appendages, licking exposed skin, ripping apart suits, revealing their throbbing, needy pricks that needed equally-needy lips and snatches to satiate them. And it didn’t take long until the lust that started with 2B’s rogue rendezvous to spread, while she herself stayed in the nest to aid their efforts. For as the new battles flamed and more hordes the hordes of awoken Brothers skittered onto the surface world, 2B and A2 were responsible for awakening the restof the brothers. For days on end, hair matted with semen, skin encrusted with seed, 2B and A2 were still as horny and tightas they were when they had first encountered the truth. Their mouths were still eager to be filled, their wombs still thirsty for more of the Brothers’ nectar, and so, they stayed there, as fertile and as beautiful as the flowers they would grip while being pummeled with the cocks they so loved, the flowers they would trample with their digging knees as they sucked and coaxed awakening. They never stopped, never grew tired. Bodies that were bred and created for war were now only engaged in carnal debauchery to bring on a new peace. In this new world of the sons of Watchers, the two Androids were reborn into two Eves, and the Brethren, thousands of new Adams that wrought the Truth to every Android and Machine they could touch. The foreboding contagion of carnal lunacy eventually spread throughout the rest of the Earth, unleashing inundations of corruption throughout the minds of Android and Machine alike. Societal order, higher intelligence, and collectively-perceived sanity, the programmed foundations for new life on a desolate world, cleansed in the deluge of widespread carnal hunger. And soon, the Earth became Undone, the remnants of humanity’s legacy lost to the irrevocable and uncontrollable lust. God in his heaven laughs. =============================================================================== THIS IS TACTICAL SUPPORT UNIT POD 153. REPORT: SUPPORT ASSIGNMENT WITH YoRHa UNIT 9S TERMINATED DUE TO EXTENUATING COMBAT CONDITIONS. UNCORRUPTED SYSTEM AND ANALYTICAL FUNCTION IN SUPPORT POD UNIT 042 CONFIRMED. DATA EXCHANGE ACCEPTED. DATA ANALYSIS COMMENCING. … … … … ...   PROPOSAL: ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION. ATTEMPT COPULATION.  …  …  ...   [FOR WHY SHOULD ONE PREFER LIFE OVER LUST? ] Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Mari, OC] The Princess, the Merger, and the Hot Spring ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary All of her life, Mari Ohara has been groomed and pampered to become the princess of her father's dynasty. But all of that responsibility and constant facade can make a young girl like her tense. Fortunately, she meets a man who could help her relieve some of that tension, a man who could make her forget that she's a princess, and teach her what it's like to be a woman. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== The Princess, the Merger, and the Hot Spring by WaddleBuff ===============================================================================     (sauce) ♪ ===============================================================================     Most multi-generational corporate families, after decades of plateauing ingenuity and leaking assets, could aptly be described as “staying afloat”, with just enough of their former glory to let them scrape by in blossoming new markets, just enough fresh blood to keep their names somewhat relevant. The O’Hara family is not part of that majority, deigning to soar above with wings of uncannily-steady profit margins instead of cutting through paltry fiscal waves trying to “stay afloat”. In no other member of the O’Haras was this spirit of constant, unrelenting drive for progress and profit better embodied than in Giovanni O’Hara. The only son of Donatello O’Hara III, Giovanni spearheaded the sixth generation of the family’s dealings, all of their takeovers, property appraisals, mergers, project investment appraisals, all of it falling square on his shoulders. He was tasked with the responsibilities meant for severalO’Hara’s seeing how none of his father’s six brothers and sisters conveniently (or rather, inconveniently) had any heirs of their own. But, with a childhood consisting of progressive education befit of a prodigy, formative years surrounded with the wisdom of experienced mentors who had worked alongside his father and grandfather, and a fierce, dogged attitude to seize every opportunity thrown his direction, Giovanni managed to not only successfully manage and oversee every single one of the responsibilities beset upon him by his forerunners, he managed to take the O’Hara name to places it's never been, seizing more assets than the family had ever seen. Utilizing the vast network of connections that had been built for him since a child, it only took four years from his early graduation from Harvard Business School (where he triple-majored in Business Administration, Economics, and Japanese) to become the CEO of O’Hara Worldwide Holdings Inc., the core brand of his family dynasty, spanning the entire globe with hotel chains, resorts, and a forthcoming cruise line. Eight years from that, and Giovanni sat atop as head of the O’Hara corporate family, with more clout than his seven forerunners combined; at only age 32, Giovanni O’Hara was the majority shareholder of three multi-billion dollar conglomerates in a variety of industries, earned the title of CEO of O’Hara Worldwide Holdings Inc. by mostly his own merit and perseverance, and successfully maneuvered four subdivisions of O’Hara Worldwide through several messy, messy mergers without a singlehitch. He had the world at his feet, a veritable mogul in the business world, listed as #79 on Forbes yearly World’s Billionaireslist, being the very first O’Hara to break the 100 mark. For all intents and purposes, Giovanni O’Hara was a king, and his domain could only grow more vast. But alas, as young as he was, with all of the assets he had, Giovanni would soon disappear, and that domain would remain comfortably large but not an inch larger. The conglomerates and all of his other acquisitions remained, but his active involvement slowly but surely diminished until he finally only personally ran O’Hara Worldwide Holdings Inc. Gone was his vigor and ever- upwards attitude for expanding the O’Hara brand, and soon, it became very apparent that the once-unstoppable Giovanni O’Hara had peaked and plateaued at his own volition. In other words, before he even hit the age 40, Giovanni had found satisfaction, and had virtually retired. The reason? As with most kings and sovereigns, Giovanni had fallen in love. In his particular story, it was a beautiful woman he met during a property appraisal in a quaint seaside town on the northern tip of Japan’s Izu Peninsula. She was the first woman to greet him, the manager of the hotel on the property he was to appraise, but once his eyes locked onto hers, he didn’t care. His desire for her burned harder and brighter than most. He had the disposable pleasures of all the women of his choosing, but Giovanni had always felt lonely. With success at such a young age, there wasn’t any time to make any meaningful connections, no time for intimacy that was meant to last, especially not in his field, and especiallynot in women outside of it. But this woman, manager, whoever she was, she understood him. She could see him as more than just a corporate mogul, or a resource, or a potential leverage point; she saw him as a man, a man with needs, a man who was lonely sitting on a throne. So as fast as he had built his kingdom, Giovanni decided to lighten his responsibilities, letting the kingdom run itself. He instead focusing on nurturing his family, loving his queen, filling in the void that he had neglected in his heart for too long. And soon enough, he would spend all the time he could spare with the most important acquisition in his entire career: his daughter and his heir, Mari O’Hara. Lavished by her father’s riches and his love, along with her mother’s tender attention and grooming, Mari always felt like a princess. She had that fact affirmed by all those around her as well, relatives and maids and such who would compliment her golden head of hair, how dainty she was, how poised she was, how quickly she learned to be a lady. But eventually, the duties of being the O’Hara’s young king took her father away from her, and just like that, most of that attention lavished upon her left, left as soon as Giovanni had to return to Italy to manage O’Hara Worldwide in person. She knew he still loved him, but in her formative years when it was just her and her mother, and eventually, just her alone after her mother’s career also tugged for her, Mari O’Hara realized that being a princess didn’t only mean that she was to enjoy the benefits and luxuries therein, but also bear all of the responsibilities that came with it. And to learn to bear all those responsibilities by herself. Just like her father, Mari was the lone child of the current O’Hara generation, and her parents had no intentions of making another. It was an unspoken fact that she would soon take her father’s large mantle, manage all of the O’Hara family’s assets, maintaining it, making sure that their name and reputation still lives up to the legacy of generations past. And just like her father, as the next in line for the throne, Mari was eager to take the mantle of the O’Hara family head. She knew of her destiny all of her life, and she never complained. From the time she was a child to her teenage years, Mari eventually realized the grooming and constant tea parties with her mother and dozens of other mentors weren’t just formalities or pastime activities, it was training. But that realization merely made her more eager to learn, to hone her charm. She wholeheartedly put in her best effort, no matter the task. And in no other way did her royal priming show its fruit than when her father began to send her out with her mother to formal gatherings, to grand openings overseas, and eventually, to be a personal tour guide to very important figures during their on-site appraisals. It was stressful at times, keeping her smile, knowing when to push and when to pull, when to act coy and sweet, and when to show a little ice and show her knowledge and professionalism, but astoundingly, Mari alwaysenjoyed it, as much as she enjoyed the conditioning befit of corporate royalty she received as a child. Knowing the power she had over these people with just her namealone, and eventually when she turned of age, with her looks and the way she presented herself with the many, many languages she conquered and the different array of smiles and subtle touches her mother had taught her, it made it all seem like what she was born for, her regal responsibility and manifest destiny. Indeed, when things came down to the wire, Mari could tell that shewas sometimes the sole factor between a sell or a loss, her charm and her wit and her persuasive diplomacy, she had a natural fire and aura that no amount of grooming could have instilled inside her. It was as empowering as it was invigorating, giving her a sense of purpose than many of her age only dreamed of as they floundered about in search of direction. And of course, the thousands upon thousands of dollars’ worth of designer dresses, bags, clothing, and accessories purchased for the benefit of her calling was just a fat plus. Her confidence and sense of self-affirmation merely doubled in her third year of high school upon joining Aquors. With her heart fully-mended with her friends, and finally being home,to live there in that quiet seaside town after two years of overseas study and flying around at her father’s beck and call, Mari felt whole, and when her father would eventually call her to tell her of clients and associates and potential partners he would like her to accompany, she truly felt like a princess, one that would eventually become the O’Hara queen. It’s in this stage of Mari O’Hara’s life, confident and swelling with the pride and skills from her family business as well as the admittedly nerve-wracking new responsibilities of being a school idol, that Mari made an impulsive decision, one that, didn’t truly impact much, but one that shifted her perspective on future clients, and her perception of herself as a woman. For if Mari was the proud princess of a renowned king, tonight as she slinked into the vacant hot springs with a nervous but excited blush on her cheek, she was a pure princess scandalously seducing a lowly knight into her arms. She couldn’t believe it when she had invited him, the man sent from Osaka’s Hilton branch, the man who was supposed to appraise and report back to the shareholders interested in becoming possible future proprietors of a brand-new, joint-operated resort, right here on the tip of the Izu Peninsula. Rumors also whispered of a possible merger between O’Hara Worldwide Japan Division and the Hilton Japan Division, boosting the collective shares of both parent corporations and effectively becoming the unrivaled hospitality company in all of Japan. When Giovanni had called in and told her the details, the stakes,  told her how she should show him around the town, act like she usually did, use her charm, never give in to any corporate tricks in trying to lower the asking price, etc, etc, the usual, Mari confidently passed it all off as another job. She knew the drill. Show them around, show them the hot spots the town had to offer, coyly joke and playfully making conversation but neverflirt, compliment outfits and choices of jewelry and makeup, the usual. And as she waited at the bus stop to show the man to escort the man to the hotel with a chauffeur and a private car right after school (she didn’t bother to change out of her uniform; her parents had always encouraged her to wear it during tours in close proximity to home since it had a “homey and innocent charm”), Mari prepped herself, looking at what little makeup she had on in her pocket mirror, making sure the curls in her hair were right. Then, with a pneumatic hiss of the bus,  the client finally arrived, and as he stepped off, Mari O’Hara instantly knew that this wasn’t just another job, just another client. Because with all of the details her father had briefed her with, as she shook the client’s hand with a smile that almost cracked into a nervous lip bite, she internally squealed and reprimanded one important factor her father had forgotten to inform her of: contrary to the usual middle-aged or elderly men and women she escorted around, the Hilton from Osaka wasn’t only young, but he was hot. And to her pure and utter horror as she spent the rest of the day with him, cycling through the usual formalities, playing through her usual acts, he was also exactlyher type. She didn’t even know she hada type! His name was Elliot Mori, age 28. A private appraiser for Hilton Worldwide, he was currently in residency in Osaka. The company was planning to expand, hopefully erecting at least four new branches across the country before the tourism boom expected post-2020 after the Olympics, and cooperating with their main rival in the nation instead of competing with them seemed like a perfect place to start. He explained all of this, the formal intentions of his visit, as if it reading off a ship manifest, all of the words seemingly rehearsed. His demeanor wasn’t cold, but quiet. He wasn’t exactly calculating, but precise. His words weren’t minced, but pragmatic. So, in short, inexperienced. Even at her young age, Mari could see the subtle differences between a professional with years in the industry below their belt, or a young business greenhorn with only a couple years plus an internship; it was commonplace to see the more experienced visitors Mari escorted to act more natural, less formal in their exposition. But instead of being annoyed or condescending, Mari was enamored by him. There was this...certain charm to the way he drabbled on, because beneath it, and in moments where the conversation would lull, she saw that he was immensely disinterested in the whole affair. That fact made itself more apparent as she went through the motions of trying to woo him, showing him the assigned estate, telling him all of the statistics and monetary values she had memorized. He wrote it all down, attentive, but his eyes seemed to always have this distant look to them, and Mari wondered what those pools of dark jade would look like if they were doing things he wantedto. Much to her surprise, anxiousness, and delight, it was only when he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, when his eyes would flash during a rare smile while they made small talk, or when he would catch herchecking him out, like the day the setting sun cast a fiery pink around angular cut of his jawline, and he turned to catch her eyes with his with a knowing smile. There was more to him than he let on, and she was desperate to know what he hid. She found her mind on him every moment they weren’t together, like he was a puzzle for her to solve. He was too smart to be wooed by her usual superficial charms, he saw right through her scripted lines, shot down her subtle attempts to maybe put in a word to his superiors to slightly adjust the asset distribution in the rumored upcoming merger. And the fact that his lean, almost militaryesque look with his short, scruffy hair, the clean-shaven visage, the subtle muscle beneath his polyester suit was so damn distracting didn’t make her quest any easier; when her thoughts would ponder what his interests were or how to get him to open up to her, without warning Mari found herself blushing into the reflection of her tea as she suddenly thought of how his lips would feel on her neck, or how the hand that brushed hers on occasion would feel grasping her thighs. Indeed, in the three days she had known him, Mari found herself invested in him more than she had been invested in any other boy or man before. Sure, he wasn’t exactly the same pedigree as the eligible young princes of commerce his father would introduce to her during galas, but be it the base, physical attraction to his simple flavor or the mystery behind his quiet facade, Mari wanted him. In what way exactly, she didn’t know, all she knew was that she wanted him to keep looking, looking, looking at her with his warm jade. In truth, Mari was lonesome. Of course she had Kanan,  she had Dia, she had all of Aquors now too, and she loved them all, truly. But that world of warmth, of friendship, of being a normal teenage girl wasn’t the world she lived in. In the eyes of her friends, the only times her world would peek into theirs was when she would bring them exotic dishes, swing by in her private helicopter, remind everyone that she was part of the school administration due to donationsalone. They knew she was affluent, they knew she was on a different caliber than them; it’s not like her status as heir of the O’Hara kingdom was a secret. But they still didn’t truly understand what it meant to be who she was, who she was meantto be. Indeed, as she looked out from her veranda towards the limitless expanse of the indigo horizon, in this world she had prided herself in and thrived in, she was alone. With her father two oceans away and her mother on the opposite tip of Japan, there was nobody who understood, nobody else who could see her as the princess that she was beyond the wealth and the glamor and the upper crust charm because they wouldn’t understandthe significance of her world and its mundanities; who was she to burden her friends with tales of widening profit margin percentage in four consecutive fiscal quarters, inquisitions of red oceans with strategic viral marketing, and how the floundering dividend yields of an average middle- class Japanese family would prove disastrous in the qualitative post-Olympics tourism boom predictions? Not to mention that none of her friends had that killer smile and smelled nearly as enticingly as he did. Mari, whether she was fully aware of it or not, was a princess without a court, a princess without chambermaids. And in her solitude, the appearance of Elliot, dashing in his own, maddeningly-normal way, was her chance for a connection. A connection she grew to want more and more as the hours went by and the date of Elliot’s return flight to Osaka approached ever-closer. Fortunately for her, by the fourth day of his weeklong stay, she discovered the key in unlocking whatever he hid from her: all she needed to do was ask. In her whole life of playing diplomatic, verbal games of chess, easing information with calculated charm, she wasn’t prepared for a man from that world to be so blunt.   To Mari’s delight, when she would veer off the script and start small talk like asking him where he was from (he was born and raised in Osaka, with a father who was the owner of an Osakan novelty shop and his mother an English professor from Tennessee who taught at a local university), ask the chauffeur to pull over and show him beautiful spots in the town that weren’t in the designated tour (she giggled at his request for a small break to catch his breath during their upwards trek to the shrine), and when she would daringly flirt with him (usually by impulse, almost never by plan), Elliot’s eyes would melt, just like how they melted when they looked at her, when they seemed to look right throughher. It was a fascinating feeling, feeling like a man, people she usually would have wrapped around her finger for the sake of her own ego or her father’s profits, that one of them could actually pierce through the facades and motions she had built and practiced all her life. But soon, when those eyes began to look at her a little more daringly, when Elliot would even dare to flirt back...the feeling grew more than fascinating. By the fifth day Mari found the feeling to be...arousing. Passing, trifling imaginings had plagued her earlier on in the week, but at this point Mari activelybegan to daydream, to fantasize, to desire for the feeling he instilled in her whenever they strolled around the town together. She wanted it, needed it, imagined his eyes on her when she curled up alone in the ivory tower of her lone hotel room. She wanted him to scale the wall of the resort, and she would bolt up from her bed as the ocean’s breath rustled through the sheer curtains sending a chill through the sheer lace of her nightgown. No more would she feel only her fingers as an intimate companion, calling up Kanan or Dia for midnight company only to conversate with their snores. Elliot would be there, Elliot would want her as much as she wanted him, Elliot would look at her with eyes lustful and desirous.   Then he would advance upon her, and she would close her eyes, still basking in the feeling of how his eyes lavishedher, and his lips would be on her chin, on her face, she would sigh until his lips found hers, his hands found her hips and- Mari withdrew the hand from the upper hem of her panties, eyes widening at how wet, how sticky her fingers had become. It was clear now more than ever she wanted him for more than just the mystery, more than just a friendship. She wanted him as a man. So on the sixth day, when all the hot spots on the itinerary were exhausted, all of the official appraisals of values and potential positioning of properties were all through, Mari looked at him coyly, with a look that she knew would usually make the hearts of most man throb. “It’s been a long week for you, I’m sure, Mr. Mori,” she said as they shared another dinner in her resort’s empty restaurant. “Fortunately, I saved one of the best things about this town for last.” “Oh?” Elliot said, lips curling into a grin around the fork that just plunged into a sliver of his filet mignon. “And what’s that?” “A quiet little ryokan,  just a ways up the hill two streets over from the shrine with an onsen that directly overlooks the ocean.” “Sounds gorgeous,” Elliot said. Mari noted the way his eyes glinted at the word ‘gorgeous’, but also how his eyes darted down to his plate, as if in regret. “Also sounds like you’ve been holding out on me.” Mari giggled, biting into her duck rillette with a casual smile. She was terribly good at hiding how hard her pulse raced. “I did say I saved the best for last~” she said, cheerfully. Then, taking an imperceivable breath that calmed the dreadful heavy artillery fire of her pounding heart, she looked up at Elliot with eyes that were teetering on suggestive. “And the springs are private, of course. I made sure to book the entire property for your leisure.” Elliot chuckled. “I’m sure that isn’t necessary.” “You say that now, but you sure haven’t complained about how empty our restaurant has been every night, even if we’re at more than fifty percent capacity.” Mari let her cheek playfully rest on her palm, brow raised in challenge. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. Elliot shrugged at her, eyes warmer than they had ever been, and he grinned at her, flashing his teeth. Babumpbabumpbabump “So that’s what’s been going on. I just assumed the guests didn’t like the food.” “Are you insinuating youhaven’t enjoyed the food we’ve eaten for the past week?” “Well...they say half the pleasure of a good meal is the company you’re with…” Elliot said, trailing off. Before clearing his throat. BABUMPBABUMPBABUMP Mari noticed his warm eyes dart away again, as if he was catching himself, but she didn’t peer into it, her pulse was hammering harder than amplified taiko drums for her to care. A silence. Odd for Mari; mother had always told her to never let there be silence unless the lull was for dramatic effect, a lesson buried in Mari’s current admiration of Elliot’s downcast eyes. Elliot cleared his throat again to fill the silence. “Um...anyway, thank you. For everything, and the...onsen, though like I said, I really wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t fully reserved,” he looked up at her again eyes still warm and playful but with a hint of...restraint. “Maybe would have gotten a more authentic taste of the local culture if I had a chance to mingle with some of the other guests.” At this point, Mari couldn’t withhold herself. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll still have an authentic taste of the locals regardless,” she said, gulping hard and deftly grabbing her tea, raising it to her lips to hide her blush. She didn’t see how Elliot reacted to the blatantly- suggestive comment, but she heard him clear his throat again. By the time she lowered her cup, he was smiling at her, cutting into the last few slivers of his steak. “Alright, I’m looking forward to it then.” Mari gave him another grin, and a little less than 24 hours later, here she was, stark naked aside from the large bath towel wrapped around her skin, almost shivering in anticipation and anxiousness. As she stood next to the calm and clear surface of a shallow pool, she contemplated, recollected, and, most importantly, tried to calm the heart that constantly tried to batter its way out of her chest. She was lucky that she was even able to be able to reserve the entire Takami Inn property on such notice, which most likely wouldn’t have happened if she wasn’t friends with Chika. Utilizing a little bit of her negotiating skills and her penchant for spending her father’s money, Mari had successfully secured the entire Takami property for two days and two nights, sending away (basically forcefully vacating) Chika, her sisters, their parents, and even their shaggy Shiitake to an all-expense-paid trip to O’Hara Worldwide’s Seoul property, with enough spending money to amount to at least triple whatever paid leave Chika’s sisters were receiving. The sun had just set, stubborn tendrils of its orange clinging to the cold precipice where sea met sky. Already the moonbeams addled the twilight’s chill. And although she was embraced in the thick, almost-opaque columns of hot swirling steam, Mari shivered. She absentmindedly beheld the advent of dusk, goosebumps on her bare arms. Where she stood, the way it felt as she stood, it felt like the eye of the storm. Or rather, the calm before a battle. She wasn’t thinking straight. At least, that’s what she kept repeating to herself as she softly chewed on the nail of her thumb. Inviting Elliot to this place, for her to spend with him alone ... naked ...there really was only one outcome to all of it, one that was uncharacteristically-impulsive of her. It was all happening so fast, the days and the things that had led to her dipping her toe into the onsen’s shallow pool seemingly interlaced in inseparable weaves, as if this was meantto happen. As if she was meantto have met Elliot, felt true youthful desire for a man for the first time in her life, and eventually...attempt to seduce him. Shouldn’t she be more scared? Shouldn’t she be feeling at least a little more apprehensive? At seventeen, girls were usually more prudent and selective with their first. She had always thought it would be some prince charming she fell in love with at some university or one of the suitors carted in by her mother. Never would she have thought her desire would flare up this intensely, this hotlywithin the span of a few days. As much as Elliot had confided in her, in all truth he was still just a man she had known for a week. The hot water of the small pool began to inch up Mari’s smooth legs, legs she just shaved, legs that she moisturized and made sure would ready for Elliot’s fingers. She let out a soft sigh at the relief of heat, of how the water’s silky yet weighted embrace grasped at her skin. Mari hesitated when the waterline reached her upper thighs, just resting beneath the soft curvature of her rump. The lower hem of the tower hovered a mere inch above the water’s surface, as she stood there, still contemplating, still conflicted. Her hands clutched the white of the towel and her eyes peered deep into the clearness of the spring, pupils of gold seeking an answer as she did when she peered into her nightly cups of tea. Elliot’s jade flashed in her mind, her chest echoed the sensation of his chuckling on her skin from the time she stumbled into him during a short hike. And she remembered the night after the nerve-wracking dinner with him, after the hourlong shower of her tentative fingers playing with her maidenhood, how those fingers became unabashed, how she writhed in passion she had never let herself succumb to, thinking of him, wanting him, needing him when his potential embrace was oh-so-close...how she came, how hardshe came, how empty it felt when the only body heat she could curl up in was her own... With that, the grip of on her towel loosened. Unfurling her arms, Mari bared herself, reaching out behind her to let the only cloth between her and the evening chill spill onto the stone. She beheld herself momentarily in the soft ripple of the water’s surface, just as she had beheld herself in her bedroom’s mirror earlier that evening, poring over every inch of her bare form, lifting her arms up, making sure not a hair was left in undesirable nooks, no blemishes, how her chest might look from different angles, how coyly she could hide it with her arm. What she noticed most before she finally stepped into the spring to let the water embrace her body up to her chest, was the blush on her cheek. She wasn’t completely red and flustered, wasn’t embarassed, no, the blush she recognized as the blush of excitement, of adrenaline she felt before a big Aquors performance, the blush she couldn’t hide during their first time in preliminaries. The blush she had when she first fingered herself. Soon, as Mari relaxed, braiding her hair and making sure it stayed up, she found that the only thing contributing to her rapid pulse was just how excited she was. Nervousness, of course, was a factor, but it was buried, cast aside with the rest of her previous musings and contemplations. In this moment, waiting for her knight to arrive, praying that he would fall for her charms, Mari finally decided that she would lay aside whatever pride, status, shame she had. A princess always got what she wanted, and if there was anything she was certain of in the messy, messy musings of her head, it was that she wanted Elliot. And she wanted him badly. “M-Miss O’Hara?” a voice suddenly said behind her a little stunned. Lo and behold, a few feet from the exit leading into the changing rooms, stood Elliot Mori, clad in just a small bath towel. His eyes were darting between Mari’s catlike grin and the towel behind her “Mr. Mori…” she said, almost in a purr. “Welcome! You came earlier than I expected.” He didn’t say anything for a moment, eyes widening when he realized Mari’s breasts were on full display, wet, steaming, and skin shining above the water. He gulped. “Y-Yeah, I just. I know you said I just needed to let myself in and I had the place to myself so um. I just yeah, I just didn’t know yo-” “Is everything okay, Mr. Mori?” Mari said, shifting her body onto the stone floor next to the spring pool, eyes painted in faux concern as she kneeled on the underwater seating ledge. “You look cold...maybe come in and join me?” The smile she shot him almost had a physical effect on Elliot, especially with the way she was positioned now, her breasts spilling over the precipice of the floor, arms cushioning them to conveniently conceal the pink of her nipples, her soft arms wet with water on the stonework of the ground, and most scintillating of all, Mari’s shapely ass, cheeks justbelow the water where Elliot’s gaze could see their curvature, the water tightly hugging the soft, soft skin above it like a backless dress. He gulped again, and Mari knew she had the situation under her control. Any trace of bashful nervousness she had about sharing the small area with Elliot with her nakedness on full display began to dissipate with the steam wisping off the water’s surface. Instead, she was slowly with her usual confidence and playful domineering amusement as she kept looking at him, inviting him. “I didsay you’d still have a taste of the local people, didn’t I?” “Yes, well-” “Would you...like me to come out and lead you in by the hand?” Elliot nearly ran to the waterside. “No, that’s. That’s unnecessary.” Mari giggled, the first of many tonight as she watched him. He was being so uncharacteristic, so shy and bashful. She slipped back into the water, keeping her eyes on him, looking away only when he gave her a wry grin as his hands were about to undo his towel (though she was very tempted to have bitten her lip and wordlessly beckoned him on without her gaze leaving his body). He slipped in almost silently, and Mari looked over at him again, eyes coy. “Why don’t you come a little closer?” “Might not be the best idea, Miss O’Hara...” Elliot chuckled, the warmness of his eyes returning. He tried to make eye contact with her, but it seemed her cleavage (purposely positioned to be justthe right height above the waterline) acted as a magnet. The way he trailed off reminded her of his flirt the night before. He was hiding something from her, and the tantalizing mystery was just as tantalizing as his firm chest, shiny with a sheen of the spring water. She bit her lip, scooting closer to him without realizing. “And why is that? I don’t bite, you know…” Elliot didn’t look at her. He took a deep breath, and to Mari’s surprise he was biting his lip too. “It’s not for my sake.” The bluntness and forward nature of his answer brought the widest smile to Mari’s face, for in that instant, she knew why his flirts trailed off, why his bashfulness didn’t seem like genuine embarrassment, but more of a formality. Elliot was trying. He was trying so hard not to look look at her, his usually- cool facade was almost completely breaking. She could feel the want, feelhow much he wanted to. His eyes were glazed over with that want, but they were wide with anxiousness she never thought she would see in a man like him. He wasn’t scared of her, as many men would probably be in the situation, stuck in a hot spring with a naked corporate heir high schooler, he was scared of the consequences, scared of how he could possibly hurt her. But none of that mattered to Mari as she kept looking at him, almost glaring at him with a look that screamed “I know your secret now, there isn’t a point in hiding it…”. She thought it was sweet that he was showing restraint, that he wasn’t even taking advantage of how... forwardshe was being, advancing upon him mere minutes into him joining her in the onsen. She coyly circled a finger around a stray lock of her blonde hair. She started to scoot closer...inch by inch, making sure her progress was slow enough that she didn’t startle him until...when he finally noticed and opened his mouth to speak again, she beat him to the punch. There wasn’t any hesitation in her actions, none of that apprehension. Mari felt like she was with one of those clients who she knew would give in to any of her father’s demands due to her charm, felt like she had full control of a situation that, in the past week, she thought she would never have any control over at all. And God, did it feel good to see the object of her onset of affections squirm, to see that he hung on her every whispered word to rile him up. “You know...it’s okay for you to look, Mr. Mori…” she said, as innocently as ever. At her current distance, that chest of his was just close enough to touch, just within reach if she wanted to...a fact that accompanied the exciting realization that herchest was close enough for his touch as well. She giggled with a bite of her lip, looking at him with hooded eyes. Her arms crossed gently under the water with the sole purpose of pushing up her cleavage for a more ample view. Elliott’s Adam’s apple bounced as he gulped a fat, nervous gulp. Mari saw his eyes drift down tentatively towards her chest and the ripply view of her naked thighs before they darted away in a blink. He didn’t respond to her, but Mari made sure that she gave him ample time until he could. “We...we shouldn’t be doing this, Miss O’Hara, I should have known better than to even come here ton-” “Doing what?” Mari said, raising a finger from the water to her lips with a questioning tilt of her head. Elliot gave a sigh with a hint of exasperation before his anxious rigidity returned, much to Mari’s delight. She had absolute full control of the situation, full power over his body, his willpower, and whatever happened next, and she knew it. She would just have to make sure that he knew it too. The problem was that as the seconds passed and the possibility of his touch on her skin growing ever-larger, Mari was losing control of her own body. “Y-You know full well what I mean, Miss O-” “Mari.” Elliot turned his head to her, this time it was his turn to give her an inquisitive look, expressed in the furrow of his brow. “Excuse me?” “That’s my name, mister, and I would appreciate it if you’d use it,” Mari said, that oh-so-innocent voice of hers seamlessly switching gears to sultry as her near-whispers kissed his neck. It was at this point that poor Elliot realized just how close she was, and, almost instinctively, his gaze once again shot downwards to her ample chest, tantalizingly within reach as she leaned towards him, one knee perched on the underwater sitting ledge Mari giggled, intentionally letting the titter echo in the form of a slight jiggle in her breasts. A chill ran through her skin then as a stray gust of wind whisked through the inn’s backyard. But she barely felt it, her heart pumping with adrenaline, with the anticipation of going in for the kill, excitement for discovering the unknown. “That...that, really isn’t appropriate,” Elliot said, his resolve very plainly fading, as he gave another fat gulp. The way his eyes were now unabashedly on her skin, how it curiously traveled from her breasts with a glazed, barely- hidden desire to her shifting thighs beneath the water, to the smoothness of her arms, it made Mari just as excited, just as wanting, but most exciting of all, it made her just as hot. “I doubt it’s any more inappropriate than the way you’re looking at me, Mr. Mori…” He looked up at her eyes then, realizing that she had scooted her way right next to him now. He felt the smooth, hot skin of her arm press against his bicep, and swore that he could smell traces of gardenia in the braids of her blonde. Then, with the very last reserve of his self-control, Elliot turned his face away. “This is about to go too far, Miss O’Hara and I-” Midsentence, he was about to make the move to turn his body away completely as well when his progress was halted in its tracks, his muscles turning to stone. A divine softness pillowed on his back, water trickled on his chest as smooth, smooth forearms encircled the area around his collarbones. He felt hot breaths on the nape of his neck and the cool exhale of a giggle that reverberated through the soft, hot flesh on his back, through the two pebbly patches that scintillatingly-scraped against his wet skin. Wordlessly, Elliot  sat back down, feeling those breasts slide off him, letting Mari’s hands press his shoulders down back into a seating position, feeling his resolve to leave this place completely melt away. He looked at her as she looked at him, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek. Her fingers felt so soft and dainty, even under the small layer of dripping water. “I like...the way you look at me, Mr. Mori...” Mari said, peering deep into his eyes. She had full control of the situation, yes, but in this moment, the desire that was beginning to spike within her as her other hand stroked his thigh beneath the water was beginning to take over. “Keep looking at me.” He took a minute to peer deeper into her eyes, to see what she could have reallywanted, but all he saw was the swirling fog of lust that hazed in his own. Soon enough, he obliged, breathlessly drinking in the view of her curves, her skin, her most private area that shifted in and out of view between restless thighs. The soft cheeks of her ass shone in the soft light of the spring, peeking out of the surface of the water, supported by her luscious, long legs. He breathed harder, reveling in the experience, numb in his lust and almost unfeeling of the hand at his cheek going down his neck, fingers tentatively brushing along his broad chest. He was beginning to think of what he wanted to do, bringing up the fantasies of this girl he had denied himself this whole time. Then, he felt her hands again. The one at his chest, returned at his cheek, only this time with more intent as she tilted his face towards hers. Her other, the one at his chest, fumbled underwater for his wrist, upon finding it, she gripped it, tight. Mari’s heart was hammering, pounding. She breathed in hard, almost panting as she unsubmerged Elliot’s hand. “I gave you permission to look. But now,  I’d appreciate it if you did more.” She didn’t hesitate after that, quickly directing the hand in her grip to her breast. She gasped. Elliot gasped. Then, she whimpered, face red as he gave the first squeeze. It felt odd at first, different from when she would touch herself on restless nights. But then, his other hand joined in...only it went south, dipping into the water, caressing her upper thigh. Mari sighed at that sensation as well, and soon Elliot’s hands were touching her in earnest; the hand at her breast squeezed a little harder, flesh overflowing between its fingers, Elliot’s other hand at her thigh joining in with groping motions, appreciating the smoothness of her underwater skin, daring to move up to her ass, giving that softness yet another squeeze. Mari heard him let out a long, long shuddering breath. “Jesus Christ…” Elliot said in a whisper, breathless. Mari watched his hypnotized gaze, smiling before letting out a small whimper again, feeling herself grow more and more aroused as those hands of his grew bolder, making her feel hotter than the water around them ever could. She saw  Elliot’s gaze grow more hungry, less hypnotized, and more driven. Before long, Mari let out the first moan of many as she felt his underwater touch brush between her legs, slipping in, voluntarily being pressed by her squishing thighs. Mari was losing control, rapidly. Of the situation, of Elliot, and most relevantly, her own body She let him know so with another wanton moan, eyes pleading. She shuffled forward, closing the distance between their bodies completely. Displaced water splashed onto the floor around them as she cast his hands aside, desperate for more than his fingers and squeezes. Clumsily she sat on his lap, ass on his thighs, legs parallel to his shoulders. She looked deeply, almost desperately at him, panting now, quickly reaching for his hands to touch her again, to caress her, to ravish her.   His own eyes were mischevous now, and he grinned. He took the hand that she guided to her thigh underwater and practically smacked it against her leg. She let out a squeak, eyes wide in surprise as he squeezed comfortingly, groping ever-so-gently before he went back to the gap between her thighs...and torturously slid the hand over her folds, feeling just how swollen her arousal was by rubbing the outerside of two fingers against it. Mari shuddered out a moan, her fingers suddenly digging into his shoulders. Elliot felt himself throb, his own breath coming out in a shiver of pure arousal. “nnn...Mr. Mori…” This time, it was Elliot’s turn to chuckle. He let a short silence follow the moan, sliding his hand against her snatch, putting just the smallest amount of pressure, up, down, up down, until he withdrew, smoothing his palm up to her hips, joining the other hand he withdrew from her chest. “Elliot,” he said. Mari opened her eyes to look at him then, trying to find the source of his amusement as well as being confused about why his hands weren’t on her breasts and easing their way up and down and up and down her maidenhood. She breathed harder then as his hands moved up her wet skin, feeling so gentle and hot up her sides, up her smooth back. Then his hands were now behind her head, and his eyes...the jade wasn’t melted warmness. It was a green fire. All Mari could see was want, and right now, that’s exactly what she needed. “Wh-What?” “I said, Elliot,” he said, eyes drifting from her dazed eyes to her full lips. He kept them there. “That’s my first name, miss...and I’d appreciate it if you’d use it.” Before the girl could reply, he pressed their lips together. He took her first kiss, then her second, then her third, fourth, his hand furtively slipping behind her back, cupping the back of her head. She reveled in the feeling of it, the warm wetness of his lips, how he breathed hungrily when her leg brushed against his cock. She tried to keep up, kissing him back eagerly, pushing into his face, their teeth almost touching with ever blossom of her lips. Soon, her effort became completely futile as Elliot let go. He was experienced and, unbeknownst to her, pent-up. He had fantasized about her as much as she had to him, and now, he was wasn’t going to let a single second with her body, with her sweet little mouth, go to waste. She squealed as she ran out of breath, pushing away to pant, to breathe for a few seconds, before being pulled in again, wetly puckering, slicking her thin lips against his with inexperienced vigor. Elliot was about to shove his tongue past those perfect, sugary lips of hers when he felt her thigh rub against his throbbing arousal, and he had to tear himself away from her, pressing his panting mouth onto her shoulder. His hand absentmindedly caressed her hair, and Elliot leaned in to smell the scent of her neck as he caught his breath, calming his hips from thrusting at her instinctively. “Christ, Mari, I’ve wanted you for so long...you don’t know how hard I tried to hold myself back.” The words, hot against her skin, made Mari whimper.  This felt...so right, having his strong arms around her, her soft, malleable curves pressing against the muscle he usually hid with that hideous suit. Slowly she moved her head back, the wet hands at his shoulders at his cheeks now. She softly pressed a kiss on his lips, pulling back, but his head following, another kiss, and another, as he refused to let her mouth free. Mari melted into another kiss, the tips of their tongues slicking over each other, wet and hot. And finally, she separated from him, her golden pupils hazier than ever, eyes hooded in pure desire. She wanted to talk, to at least retort to his comment, but his mouth and the way he looked at her was just so fucking irresistible. So one last time, she smashed their lips together again, heaving through her nostrils, feeling his tongue nudge hers, inviting it, inviting herfor more intimate contact, for kisses she didn’t know how to give. But before she could fall for it, and Christ knows how much she wanted to, she unclasped herself from her mouth, kissed down his chin, panting into his neck. She untensed then, arms on his shoulders now as she caught her breath, feeling elated, feeling like her whole body was melting against his like butter on an open stove. Her mind was a hazy mess of lust and contentment, and she never felt any more warm. “God...Elliot, I've wanted you ever since I first saw you step off that bus,” she finally said, nuzzling her nose into his jawline as her hands followed the rolling droplets of water down his shoulders, to his broad, firm chest. She bit his chin, breathing in his musk before her mouth found the dip between his collarbone and the base of his neck. She felt Elliot chuckle, the baritone of his verbal amusement reverberating through her own chest in a way that made her bite her lip. “I've wanted you since I saw your picture in Forbes.” Mari was glad she could hide her blush in the crook of his neck, as much as she was glad that his hand softly caressing her back felt better than she ever could have imagined. “I-It's not a contest, you know.” “I just wanted to prove how hard it was to hold back from making a move on you, princess.” Mari started at the word. She pulled back, surprising Elliot with the sudden intensity of her gaze. Her wet lip shuddered slightly with her pulse, and at this proximity, he could feel how hot her breath was as it wisped on his nose. “Do you...do you really see me as that?” It was a stupid question, but Mari was anything but sensible at this point, her fingers very close to pleasuring herself right then and there on his lap. With the way Mari looked, so desperate and blushing, Elliot was close to doing the same, his ever-hardening erection poking her stomach to prove it. “As...as a princess?” Elliot said. Caught up in the moment and the pure beauty of Mari’s golden eyes, he gave her a stupid answer. “Is there anyway elsefor me to look at you?” The way he trailed off his last sentence seemed to go straight to her ovaries. Biting her lip in a breathless shudder, Mari gave in. To the desire, the curiosity, the need . Their lips locked together again, with kisses devoid of any control or romance, but pure lust, led by Mari’s own hunger. Their acquainted themselves with each other’s lips then, while Elliot made sure to acquaint his hands with the flesh of her waist, of her hips, of her thick ass. Minutes passed, and then, Mari withdrew. She breathed, nearly panted now, lips open, golden pupils dilated in pure desire. Light from a lantern behind her illuminated the interlacing gold of her blonde braid, and from where Elliot was sitting, she looked like a goddamn angel. A few more breaths and Mari pressed her forehead to his, breathing on his face, fingers going down his cheek, down his mouth. Elliot looked back at her, in the very same state. He softly buried his fingers in her blonde, his other hand caressing the nape of her neck. They sat there, noses kissing, mouths an inch away, hot breaths making love in slow panting exhales. “Pretend I’m not a princess for tonight, Elliot,” Mari said, her voice a hot breathy whisper. It sounded husky, and sultry, uncharacteristically sexy for the girl who usually relied on teasing charm and a blase temperament. Elliot breathed for a few more seconds, the opulent gold of her pupils the only thing he could see. He drowned in the way they shimmered, hazy with want for him, Elliot Mori. “So what are you tonight?” he finally said, feeling the fire in his groin being kindled hotter. “A...woman,” Mari breathed hotly against his lips, every word, every syllable another link on the chains she had around him, on the spell she had rooting him to anywhere she was. “Teach me how to be a woman...treatme like one.” The fire in his groin was blazing now, almost blue-hot. “Princess...you don’t know what you’re-” Then, Mari closed her mouth over his, sloppily clasping, unclasping with his wet lips. From this point on, her responsibilities didn’t matter, the rumored merger, the results of Elliot’s appraisal, nothing. There was only her and Elliot and their bodies that squirmed in the heated pool, writhed for each other. And soon, Elliot lost himself in her, how wet her mouth was in his, how this girl wanted anythinghe had to offer. And in the midst of her hungry kisses, her fingers tangled themselves into Elliot’s scruffy hair with a firm grim, and her tongue recklessly pushed past his lips. Elliot let her swirl between his cheeks, his own tongue encouraging her exploration, swallowing her needy moans. Soon enough his own tongue was in her mouth, they would separate lips, saliva in thin strings between them, tongues entangled before the kisses would resume, Elliot trying his best to teach her, trying his best to keep from prying her legs open and taking her. Wanton kisses joined with wanton groans, their bodies were slick and hot, grappling onto each other with lusted writhes. Elliot eventually did find his way between her thighs, and in the middle of their kissing and caresses, Mari complied, parting her legs, stumblingly repositioning her body to press against his completely. Water sloshed about in her endeavor, but throughout the soft shuffle of wet skin and limbs, their mouths remained connected, sighs of effort intermingled with the smacking of tongues and lips and teeth. Eventually, she straddled him, wet breasts pillowing against his chest, and eventually, Elliot eased two of his fingers inside of her. Mari and her tongue withdrew from Elliot’s kisses, moaning loudly, moaning unabashedly as pleasure crashed through her in an alien rhythm, the fingers inside her easing in, in, in until she clenched, gasping, and Elliot would pull them out before pushing them in again, slowly, exploratory...until soon he had a rhythm, breaking it to curl and to ply his fingers apart and to rub her swollen, swollen clit. Things were moving just at the pace she wanted: fast . Fast, like the way Elliot began to fuck her with those fingers, fast like the way she came, pink and maiden inner folds clenching with her fingers gripping his wrist, begging. And then, “Elliot... oh fuck…!” Cursing. She gyrated against him, her nipples, pink and pert and pebbly dragged against his chest with scinitllating friction. Water sloshed lewdly between her legs, her ass raised clear over the waterline as she felt like she was being lifted with invisible ropes, cumming again over Elliot’s touch, squirting over its surface. She convulsed, shivered, felt her whole world ripple and undulate with her, intoxicated with the nectar of orgasm. She never wanted it to end, never wanted Elliot to stop embracing her tongue with hers, kissing, sucking,kissing down her skin to suckle on her breasts, grabbing them, adorning them with lustful care, undivided attention. Mari lost count of how many times she came, but she still felt shivers, like hiccups, echo through her body as she panted into his neck. Her breath was too far gone to be caught, and she let it run off, lungs anchored by the booming weight of her rapid heart. Elliot was softly kissing the skin of her shoulder at this point, at in her position, she felt his erection pressing alluringly against her stomach. It reached just past her belly button, slight pulses making it brush against her skin. Her breath escaped even further then, for she grew restless, imagining it, unable to see it, only to feel it pulsing against her, making her imagine how it would feel when it would penetrate her, wondering if pain wouldn’t stop it from sheathingitself in her. “Are you feeling like a woman yet, Mari?” Elliot said, his baritone rumbling pleasurably through her skins, easing her goosebumps. Mari didn’t answer with words, not yet. She sat back on his lap, giving her ample space between his restless hands and her chest. She gave him a smile, one that was sultry, but also anxious, altogether inviting. Then, her eyes darted down to the object of her prime curiosity, to what her wet virgin snatch salivated about beneath the water. She raised her fingers to his chest, pushing him back, silently telling him to sit up, and scoot to a shallower area. And so he did, so, until the water’s hot embrace was almost completely gone, covering only his legs and his hips and his waist...leaving his erection standing free, clear from the water, and bare and vulnerable to the girl who bit her lip, shuffling over to position her ass over his lap. Then, her dainty hands slid down Elliot’s chest, and she grabbed it, stroking it, one hand tentatively running over its head. “Ah …” Elliot hissed. The hands that were roaming about her skin remained firmly on her hips now. His eyes looked down at his neglected cock, feeling precum already beginning to leak from his tip. Her wet hands felt utterly sinful as they played around, inexperienced, but most importantly, eagerto get to know his prick. He didn’t expect Mari to then begin stroking in earnest, as if she had practiced for this moment, feeling her hand tightly grasp him, the water on his veiny skin and her hands failing to dullen the feeling of her soft palm squeezing at just the right amount of pressure. He didn’t expect Mari to be this naughty, this curious, this horny to play with him, the thought of the taboo, the thought of how goddamn lucky he was making him harder, thus making the experience that much more torturous, forcing his eyes to shut in sheer carnal bliss when his cock spurted out more precum in earnest against her hand. He didn’t expect himself to groan so loudly, to bite back a yelp as he throbbed almost painfully, the head of his cock blue against the palm that smoothed against his urethra. And he didn’t expect the sight he saw when he finally opened his eyes from the brief foreplay Mari had treated him with, seeing her breasts, water and bits of his spittle rolling in droplets around their soft curvature at eye-level, and, seeing (and oh, Jesus Christ, feeling) the head of his cock resting right underneath Mari’s hairless, soaking-wet virgin pussy, a pussy whose folds Mari kept open to compensate for his size, two of her fingers splitting them apart, giving him a peek into the pink softness within. This girl knew she had him wrapped around her finger, and she made a show of it, taking hold of his prick with her thumb and forefinger, letting it run up and down the slit where he had fingered her, where she had squirted when she had cum around his fingers. “Maybe after this,” Mari said, her voice sounding huskier and just, hornierthan ever. “I’ll finally feel like a woman. So show me how a woman is supposed to do this, Elliot.” He didn’t have a word to say, only a croak, and an elongated moan as she slowly, absolutely fucking sadisticallylowered herself onto his pulsing manmeat. He looked up at her, gripping her waist tighter, nails digging into that spotless skin of hers as she kept going. Schlp..! “Augh, shit!” Elliot said, breathless as the engorged head of his cock slipped into her. They were connected now, his pulsating arousal feeling the rippling of her own. The sight alone was almost enough to make him cum; Mari’s mons, her succulent thighs around it, with steam of the water that covered his crotch up to the base of his manhood condensating in shiny droplets on her skin, softly descending down, down, down, to the slit of pink that was sucking him in with Mari’s two fingers shakily spreading herself, her other hand leaving the steadying of his erection to steady her body by digging, nails and all, into his shoulder. Mari shivered, breathing in gasps as if somewhat had just punched her in the gut. Elliot was big. She didn’t give two shits if he was average or below average, for her, he felt huge. She was reluctant in lowering, tempted to just stay like this, but she couldn’t stop here, not when only his cockhead had penetrated her. She let a few more seconds pass to work up her courage, squeezing Elliot’s eager tip. Then, she let gravity do the work, feeling her tight pinkness slowly being stretched out, filled for the first time with something bigger than any number of her dainty fingers combined, stealing away her breath as she tried to steady it. She whimpered as he let her fill her, let him take her purity away. She had heard it would be painful, and it was, but above all, it just felt like something was filling her up, everywhere, like her lungs were being pressed against her ribcage, her stomach being pushed out against the upholstery of her skin. She was grateful for her years of horseback riding, imagining her embarrassment and horror at the blood of a hymen pouring out of her on top of this fidgety inexperience. “Ellio...t….” she choked out, repeating his name again when she felt it: she couldn’t go any lower, or else she would scream. She breathed deeply, trying to expand the lungs that felt so constrained and so deprived of air, before she looked down. Mari’s eyes widened in utter horror; she had only taken in little more than half of him. She felt, barely heard, Elliot chuckle, letting out another whimper. “Take it slow, baby...we’ve got all night.” Did he just...did Elliot just call her “baby”? She clenched around him at that, biting her lip when, surprisingly, the sensation of clutching around something so large inside her, felt good. And apparently, it felt even better for him, his moan elongated, his fingers digging deeper into her sides. She let in another shivering breath, and let out another shivering exhale, before gaining enough courage to raise herself up. Bringing her body upwards around him wasn’t easier...but it was definitely less painful. In fact, she missed the sensation of being filled when she almost completely cleared of his length completely, shoving herself down onto him almost immediately, gasping, squeaking when his manmeat pulsed into her again. The process repeated, again, and again, faster now, again, more technique now, less clenching, again, moreclenching. Eventually, clinging to the satisfaction of feeling filled, plugged, whole , led Mari to a realization that millions of other women had discovered, and will discover until the end of time: sex felt good. After several haphazard reinsertions, Mari eventually found a rhythm. Up and down, up and down, she felt herself grow accustomed to his size, but most importantly, felt herself feeling pleasure with every rocking of her hips. It didn’t take long until the effort forced her to lean forward, breasts against his chest and her forearms pressing hard against his shoulders. “Ah...ah….ahn…ah…!” she would moan, every downwards thrust bringing forth new bliss that she never felt before. She felt like her whole body was a bundle of nerves as she slid onto his length without even thinking about it anymore, missing his lips, kissing them as she continued to fuck. She didn’t realize that her snatch, so tight before, barely even able to handle two of Elliot’s fingers, was sucking him in completely now, firmly grasping him to his base. She sheathed him with every thrust of hers, water splashing in stray droplets, arousal leaking and mingling on the water’s surface. Mari’s rhythm was reaching a fast pace, ass slapping into the water against his thighs, and it didn’t take long as her clit rubbed and rubbed and rubbed against his stomach that she would clench, tight , and have her first orgasm during actual intercourse. It wasn’t the most electrifying or the most breathtaking of the night so far ( thatwould probably go to his furious fingering and stimulation of her clit earlier in the evening), but it was definitely the most satisfying. There wasn’t anything like cumming with that sensation of being filled to the brim, with the pulsing sensation of a man’s prick pushing out against the rippling pinkness of your folds. Soon enough, in her lazy orgasmic gyrations, she came again, squirting this time, her essence stickily clinging to Elliot’s stomach in strands of viscous quim. In her pleasure, she completely disregarded the fact that Elliot was struggling. His cock pulsed, and throbbed, and pulsed , and throbbed , over and over, trying to hold back, trying not to cum, because for fuck’s sake, Elliot was positively sweating, looking at Mari’s young, plump curvy body heave and rock against him, hearing her call out his name as his hardness would repeatedly plunge into her moistness, just feeling how impossibly tight she was, how she sucked him inside, coaxing him to near-orgasm every time she would slow down, inadvertently clenching him, forcing him past her heat as he left red marks with his nails on her hips, daring to grip the ample softness of her tits at one point. Even now, as Mari caught her breath, rolling her hips in miniature gyrations with him still stuffed inside her, Elliot tried to think of anything else other than just thrusting upwards into her, rushing towards his completion and cumming all over her stomach. Mari clenched inside again, and he grimaced, letting out a hiss. “Feeling it yet, Mari? Am I treating you like a woman?” He didn’t hear her say anything, but again felt a pulsing tightness wrap him in a mad grip, and he also felt the lips at his neck curl into a smile. She pulled away, and the sight of her now, hair slightly more disheveled, her body nude but not awkward or bashful, but confident , sitting on his dick, sultry smile less of a tool of seduction than an expression of her inner emotion, she lookedlike a woman. One that was drop-dead gorgeous, and one that was enjoying this sex as much as he was. His mouth suddenly felt dry. How fucking lucky could he be? Mari leaned forward, planting a long, long wet kiss on his mouth. Her hands were around the back of his head, and she kept them there during the kiss, before her hands grabbed his wrists for the umpteenth time that night, this time guiding them to her breasts. He gladly accepted the request, familiar with the softness of her chest, but still eager to lose himself in their perfection, to coax out little whimpers and squeaks by pulling and toggling at her perfect, perky little nipples. She leaned forward again, knees shuffling forward a bit as she raised herself up, the friction earning a soft gasp from both parties as her hands found his shoulders once more. “Not yet,” she said, finally replying to his inquiry. With his hands squeezing at her, groping at her still, and his eyes on hers, he smiled. “And when will I be treating you like one?” Mari answered that by digging deep into his shoulder blades, and started rocking against him again. She moaned, uncaring of shame, uncaring of how she fingered her clit between their bodies to selfishly coax more orgasms, uncaring of how crude her words were when she moanedout, “When you fuck me until I can’t walk, and when this cock of yours cumsinside me…” ...so that’show fucking lucky he could be. It took less than fifteen seconds for Elliot to process those words, look at her with eyes that burnedfiery green, and begin to thrust up into her for all he was worth, uncaring of holding back his orgasm. He suckled on her tits like a babe, biting into her nipple as his other hands found that ass that kept slapping into the hot spring, making ripples and sloshing waves with every downwards thrust of her ample frame. More water splashed around them as the two lost themselves in the sensation of each other’s bodies, forgetting everything else, focusing only on their lust. Mari kept cumming again, and again, squirting between them. Every time she clenched, Elliot would clench back, his hands slapping her rump before groping, squeezing the flesh that he had fantasized on restless nights, his mouth appreciating the finer details of her neck, before biting down, hard, making her squeak, making her screamwhen he would give her that pain on the brink of an orgasm. Soon, Mari stopped rocking her hips, stopped gyrating them. Instead, she braced onto Elliot’s shoulders for dear life, and just impaledherself onto his cock, feeling his length digging deep, deep inside her every time, her breasts spraying droplets of warm springwater and sweat with every violent gravity- addled thrust. “That’s it, baby... yeah, it feels so fucking good, Mari, keep going, keep going,” Elliot said, urging her, encouraging her as he watched his angel work herself on him. It was hard to believe that less than an hour ago she was a virgin, not when she was moaning so loudly, cursing so carelessly as his cock dug into her, as she allowed his arms to drag her up and down his cock. She was gorgeous, and all his, the small loop of blonde on the side of her head bouncing, bouncing along with her. There wasn’t any kissing as they kept fucking like this, keeping the pace vigorous, keeping the contact between their skin limited to their legs, their hands, and their intimates smashing into each other. There wasn’t anything else to them as Mari came again, and Elliot tumbled in the sex into his own orgasm. He pulled her down, making her squeal into his lips when his tongue shoved it between her teeth with the sole intent to fuck her mouth like his prick fucked her sopping pussy. And soon, Elliot flew over the edge. With a shuddering yelp, he grabbed her hips, pouring all of his strength into his hands, making her ass slap against his thighs one last time before- “Jesus fuck, Mari oh m-” The first rope of semen to shoot out of his urethra deadened all of his senses. He only felt the plumpness of her thighs being squeezed to oblivion by his fingers as the next rope spurted out, and the next, and the next. Cum gushed into her in vicious sticky white globs, pooling inside of her womb, some spurts jetting into the opposite wall of her pink chamber, the head of Elliot’s unloading cock right at its entrance. The sensation was so alien, so strange to Mari, feeling her inner sanctum being injected with this hot, gooey substance in such rapid succession...she couldn’t describe it. But her body decided that it felt good, that it felt good enough for her to follow suit in being pushed over the edge, and she clung to him in shuddering gasps as she too shared in the climax. As they lay there, cumming with each other, ineach other, time lost all meaning to Elliot. His orgasm continued to pulse, and he lost himself completely to the sensation of filling Mari up to the brim with his hot, sticky cream. Soon enough, his cock let out a few final lazy spurts, and Elliot was left looking up at the stars, indigo mixed with the white of columning steam. He sat up, when he felt movement, feeling Mari squirm in his lap. Looking between them, he saw the lewd sight of his load spurting back out from her snatch. Cum bubbled out in thick dollops into the water, white batter that spurted out in small bubbling torrents before floating away against her thigh. The sight was enough to revitalize him, but before he could thrust upwards and begin the process again, Mari unfortunately dismounted completely, strands and strands of sticky white following with her, webbing between her thighs, more thick globs of stickiness spilling onto the surface of the pool. This was probably the end for tonight, but who was he to complain? This was definitely much more than he had expected from Mari, much, muchmore than he had expected from a teenage virgin, no less. She then settled on his lap again, smearing whatever was left of his overflowing cum onto his belly area, before she blocked the sight with her eyes. They kissed. Lazily, wetly, familiar with each other’s mouths at this point. She felt her sigh contentedly against him, felt her hand at his cheek. When they were done, Elliot wrapped an arm around her waist as she laid on top of him in the water, breathing warmth onto his chest. To his surprise, the moment of respite was brief, for before he even got the chance to close his eyes and just laze in the afterglow, she slinked off his body, standing in the pool, the water at her upper thighs. Elliot watched her, something he knew she wanted, her eyes beckoning without a single word. The lamplight of the inn cast a golden sheen across her wet body, shimmers of light dancing in silver glints on her mature curves. Elliot drank her all in, watched as one of her arms reached for the little loop of hair that had stayed intact even after all they had done, undoing it, letting her braid fall to the side of her head before running her fingers through that, too. She gave a little shake of her hair before continuing to walk to the water’s edge, satisfied. Elliot couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, even as she crooked her finger, and he wordlessly got up, wading through the water behind her. Rivulets and beads of water and perspiration glinted everywhere on her delicate skin, bringing to attention the red marks of scratches, bruises, and the occasional handprint. Elliot winced at the sight, but also felt himself grow more and more aroused. Those were his scratches, bruises, and handprints, and she had let him do it all to her without a single word of protest. And remarkably,  even with the marks he left on her, Mari looked as gorgeous as she did, as flawless as she did at the beginning of the night. As gorgeous as she had looked in that small article in Forbeshe had read a year ago. But as they slowly began to finally reach the edge of the pool, he knew it was time to leave. He had gotten more than he had ever, ever expected, consequences be damned. He would miss this view of walking behind her, of the small leakage of white going down her thigh, the way her curves bunched together when she bent over to pick up her towel, how her eyes peeked over her shoulder coyly as she pressed her cheek to the towel on the ground..and how she reached her hands behind her, spreading her cheeks, letting more gobbets of cum leak out between her legs, giving him full view of her inner folds…? Elliot looked at her incredulously, but found it difficult to focus on her peeking eyes when her ass was being offered to him, when the swollen lips of her steaming, needy pussy were on full display for him. Then, “Fuck me some more, Elliot Mori.” Mari said. Nothing else, except the slight shake of her rump. It only took a second or two for Elliot to get over his surprise, until a grin planted itself on his face, and an eager throb shot through his his prick. A few more wading steps, and Elliot gripped the base of his cock firmly, panting in anticipation as he pushed forward, almost drooling at the sight of Mari’s spread, sopping treasure. He pressed his fingers on the small of her back, wet against her golden-white skin. He let out another shuddering breath, eyes on the throbbing head of his prick kissing her steamingand drenched pussy. He looked up at Mari, meeting the single eye she managed to peek over her back. She smiled, a smile no girl would ever be able to accomplish, a smile only a woman could pull off as she bit into her lip in a way that shot a pulse straight through his groin. With that, Elliot moved his hands’ grip to her hips before finally pushing himself inside of her spread heat. He slipped in with a struggle, pushing himself inch by inch into her scintillating folds, grunting at how tight she grappled at his veiny lust. Then, he finally hilted himself, pulsing in defiance with the pinkness asphyxiating him with its own carnal rhythm. Mari felt a few tears pool up in her eyes. Even after enjoying the sex of minutes’ earlier, the size of Elliot, the sheer fact that he was sheathed was still painful. Especiallyin this new position, where it felt like he was kissing the bottom of her throat. She breathed deep, trying her best to adjust around him, and thankfully, he didn’t move, pulsing inside of her, trying his best not to reach another climax then and there, she assumed with a grin. She felt stray shots of his cum hugging tight against her walls, felt herself stretching to accommodate him. Elliot squeezed the skin of Mari’s hips a little tighter, more shuddering breaths passing his lips until suddenly, the hands she had entrenched into her ass let the glistening cheeks slip back into place, suffocating Elliot’s length completely, doughy and pillowing. He heard her let out a squeak as his hips inadvertently moved a stray inch back and forth, trying, trying not to reach his end. He let out a grunt at his predicament, the sight of his cock buried into Mari from behind alone hardening him completely again. To make matters worse, he suddenly felt the hot, gripping friction of inner flesh dragged up his cock as Mari’s hips moved up...making Elliot hiss as he watched the streamlets of water on her rump spatter when her cheeks smashed into his crotch. There wasn’t any pain in the way she continued, withdrawing, smashing against him again. “I thought I asked you to fuckme some more, Elliot...you’ve looked at me enough for tonight, haven’t you?” Elliot looked up at the source of the breathless lilt, catching Mari’s impish half-mast dazed glare of gold. He felt her continue moving, working herself on his manhood, watched as she repositioned her hands to grip the towel on the damp ground like reins, and finally snapped when her pace increased and she let out a long, long minxish moan after his length curved inside her in a way that made her supple curves shudder. So, readjusting his squeezing grip on her sides, he pulled his hips back, surging forward into her heated, needy thickness, and fuck her more he did. Like two beasts, Elliot and Mari groaned, yelped, cursed loudly into the night as he buried himself into her over and over. His manmeat filled her deeper than any other moment in that night, scraping out his previous load to cascade down in white blobs onto the water’s surface. Their thighs began to kiss in moist slaps until they began to roughly smash together in wet slap, slap, slaps. Elliot had no regard for her pleasure, but he knew she was feeling as good as she was. With his limited roster of women he had slept with, soberly or drunkenly, there was never anyone who was this wet for him, who utterly asphyxiated, suffocatedhis throbbing arousal as much as Mari did. Sex had always felt good, but it was also a tad awkward or off-putting, but sex with Mari felt right, it felt so natural in ways he couldn’t explain. For the first time in a long time Elliot felt like he didn’t need to hide anything about himself. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel the need to repress what he truly felt, hands greedily digging into the flesh of her thighs, reveling in the way her ass jiggled every time his hips would crash into those buxom cheeks. “More...faster, Elliot...nnagh...more!” Mari screamed for Elliot’s cock without a single shred of decorum nor a single strand of duplicity. She was unraveled, like the braid that normally kept her hair orderly and neat; her blonde was frizzled and tangled, unkempt as her entire being. She had no ulterior motives, no facades. All Mari wanted was Elliot, and her every scream was proof of that. Pure carnal lust dictated her actions now, years of hiding and repressing completely discarded in these moments, every thrust of his hips into her siphoninh tightness rocking her entire frame, giving her the free rein to scream and squeal her desires into the night air, completely unrestricted and free. She came from the mere feeling of his cock roughly pistoning into her, her essence dripping, dripping below her as the effort of the sex made her begin to sag. She clutched the towel before her with a tighter grip, but no grip was tight enough from the sensations robbing her of all sanity, of any thought other than the desire to be fucked harder. Water churned violently with the effort expounded into the rough sex. As hypnotized and entranced as he was by the sight of Mari’s bubble butt reverberating his thrusts up to her lower back, he wanted to be closer, for more intimate contact; she was too beautiful to be fucked into the ground, as much as he enjoyed doing so. His hands moved up from her wide hips, smoothing up her smooth sides until roughly, he grabbed her breasts. He pulled her up to him, succeeding in keeping the pace going, fucking her with her back against his chest, his hands clutching her supple breasts. Her shampoo and perfume mixed with her sweat, a scent that drove Elliot into her harder, making his hands on her teats rougher. Her own hands entangled into his hair, gripping for dear life as she fingered her clit into another orgasm, gripping chokingly around his cock as she came for the umpteenth time. She was the first to stick out her tongue, an offer he eagerly took with his own , their panting mouths once again a mess of lips and dribble. No more words were exchanged as the pace reached a fever pitch. Rapid slapping of their flesh outdid the loudness of churning water, wet sloppy slurping sounds of Mari’s accommodating snatch sucking in every violent drive of Elliot’s manmeat outdoing the grunting primal cries of pleasure swirling between their dripping conjoined tongues. Mari came twice more before Elliot tore himself away from her mouth and dug his hungry teeth into her sweaty shoulder, and, with a few more heaving thrusts, unleashed his second load into her awaiting womb. Most of the semen immediately spilled out of her, her womb filled to capacity with his cream. Spunk spurted in thick, thick jets before bubbling out of her, combined with previous loads in white-hot yogurty globs, dollops and gobules of viscid whiteness cascaded from her tight moistness onto the surface of the awaiting spring water. Every rope of cum that he shot into her weakened Elliot’s legs until he was forced to kneel, setting Mari down gently on the ledge as he continued to pump her full of his creamy lust, hips lazily rolling into her. By the end of it, Elliot unceremoniously splashed onto the water’s ledge, panting for breath. Mari was in the same state, rolling over to her back on the rock-tiled ground, chest heaving with every pant. A few minutes past before Mari sat up on the water’s edge. She spread her legs open a bit, watching as small streams of Elliot’s seed poured out of her, dribbling until white spilled over into the spring. Mari felt whole. In a way she couldn’t quite describe, the pleasure of sex was overshadowed by the satisfaction of conquest, of winning over Elliot and slaking her needs. But most of all, she knew for a fact that this wasn’t the last time she would do this with him. Not the copulation (though there would be plenty of that, if his performance tonight was any indication of his skill), but just...being with him, baring herself in ways she never could to anyone else. She lazily looked over at him, hair completely disheveled and frizzled, bite marks accompanying the variety of other blemishes on the soft pampered skin she was so proud of. Elliot looked back, and in his jade she saw the same look of contentment. Then, as she subtly spread her legs and hooded her eyes with a smile, Mari saw the same spark rekindled. “So...would you mind telling me about this...rumored merger?” Elliot stood, fully erect. He waded over to her, not hesitating in plunging his fingers between her thighs, kissing her full on the lips, letting her arms encircle his neck. The only merger that mattered in that moment was the reconnection of their lust, the reacquaintence of their lips. With the princess’ supple body still keen, the knight ravished and lavished her, corporate dynasties forgotten in the swirl of steam and the hot embrace of skin as they continued making love into the night. Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Lillie, Moon, Kukui] Free Loads ***** Chapter by GuardianBell Chapter Summary Being stuck with two freeloading teenage lodgers would usually be an inconvenient burden. Luckily for Professor Kukui, his lodgers are Lillie and Moon, grateful girls who are more than willing to compensate their burden with their company, and eager to let the professor give them a few private lessons before school begins. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================  Free Loads byGuardianBell ===============================================================================       (sauce) ===============================================================================   Many other older gentlemen in the quiet Alola village envied Kukui’s current situation. Two of the many younger trainers that made up the Pokemon School were staying with him. This wouldn’t be an ideal situation on its own, but they were young, female, and just past the threshold of Alola’s lax age of consent laws. Many of the students had to find somewhere to stay while they finished their studies. Some of them lived nearby, but most them were from different parts of Alola, or different regions altogether. They’d usually require a relative or a family friend to board them, since the school didn’t have housing, but sometimes kindly Professors would take them in for a fee either from their parents or from getting a job around the school. When Lillie arrived in the village, she seemed to want to keep to herself, and she was both young enough for it to be questionable for her to be travelling on her own but old enough for it to not really be something any of the adults could do anything about. While many adults turned her off by questioning her and her situation, Kukui simply saw he cute face, slender form and the dress that was only just long enough to cover her little booty and decided this was an opportunity. “You can stay here, for free.” Kukui smirked. “As long as you take care of some chores from me around here.” Lillie was taken aback by the offer. “Free? I’m not sure if I could accept that sir. I told you I already brought money with me to-” “That won’t be necessary.” Kukui said, drawing closer and eliminating the gap between them. “I’m always interested in what young trainers like you have to bring to the table, Lillie. I want to see your full potential.” The saw Lilllie turn red, nervously twirling her finger between her golden blonde hair as glanced down at the professor’s abs. He could tell she was attracted to him from when they first locked eyes, but he liked seeing her struggling to hide it. “I..okay.” She managed to get out. Jackpot. =============================================================================== The second girl was one Kukui had been expecting for more than a year by that point. The daughter of a family friend who was just turning Lillie’s age. Kukui hadn’t seen her in years, so he had no idea what she would look like before she got off the plane. The rush he got when he saw a cutie with short black hair, a pair of short shorts that showed off her legs, and the biggest smile he had ever seen run toward him and hug hum was enormous. Made even worse by what she said. “I’ve only seen pictures of you..” She began. “You’re even more handsome in person.” She blurted out, her cheeks flushing a bit at her attempt at a compliment. Jackpot. ===============================================================================  “A bikini…?” Lillie asked nervously as she looked over the two piece with skepticism. She had been rocking her white dress since she got there, which made her look a bit out of place among the villagers.  ”I mean, you’ve seen the other villagers.” Kukui began to explain. “It’s not uncommon and I think you’d be a bit more comfortable in it.” He wasn’t lying, but his true intentions would be plain as day for anyone else. Naive little trusting Lillie was a different story. “I mean, sure…” Lillie began. “But do you have something a little less..revealing?” She asked, embarrassed to be questioning the kind man that had been nothing but great to her up to this point. “I’ve seen girls wearing some that cover up a bit more, you know?” “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. It’s natural around here. Look at me.” He gestured to his abs and made Lillie blush in that oh so adorable way. She still seemed unconvinced though. “If you want, I can look for another one...but it would be a shame to have to buy another swimsuit on top of everything else I’m taking care of.” Kukui confessed. Lillie’s eyes widened with guilt. “No, you don’t have to do that..” Lillie took the suit from him. “I guess if it’s normal around here.” She conceded, but she still looked uncertain. “Just try it on at least. I’d like to see how it looks on you.” He said with a warm smile. Lillie’s mind started buzzing at the assertion. Did he mean how it fit...or… “Okay.” She stuttered out, slipping into one of the bathrooms. When she came out, the Professor had to stop himself from wrapping his arms around her and taking the little cutie right then and there. The frills covered her chest and the very short sarong covered he hips just barely, but her thighs were on full display as she came out, arms covering her midriff and red as a Scizor. She was too nervous to say anything. “It looks great.” He smiled. Lillie shared a small smile back. “Really?” she asked bashfully. He nodded, putting on his best “warm” smile. “You look beautiful.” ===============================================================================  “I love it.” Moon took the bikini out of Kukiu’s hands immediately. He knew he could press a bit harder with Moon so he dared to get something even kimpier: a simple black two piece that was a little too small for the teen. ”Not too skimpy?” Kukui asked, and she shook her head. “It’s not fair if you’re the only one showing off professor,” she said with emphasis. When she came out of the changing room Kukui’s jaw dropped. It fit just like he wanted. It clung to her small but budding breasts and left a lot of the skin of her chest exposed. The bottom clung even tighter, Her milky thighs and cute little ass on display with little left to imagination as she twirled around. It was so much to take in. The small of her back. Her legs. Her skinny little midsection...fuck, the professor was kicking himself for commiting to playing the long game. “Professor?” Moon’s sweet voice called him out of his trance. “Nothing to say?” “You look sexy as hell.” He blurted out. Moon giggled, drawing closer as she wrapped her arms around him as a thank you gesture. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like, until Moon started pushing against the bulge in his pants. Both parties understood the other’s intentions but they were enjoying the rush of tension too much to act... “How long to I have to wait?” She whispered. “Tonight.” Kukui. “After you finished all your chores, and your little classmate has gone to sleep. Your reward…” He gave her ass a hard slap through the bikini. =============================================================================== Two girls in bikinis doing Pokemon related tasks in his yard. His female neighbors and colleagues would sneer and mutter about how he’s a dog. The males would give him a thumbs-up, a smirk, or a glare of envy. Kukui didn’t care either way of course, as he was much too occupied watching the girls. Each time they bent over or their suits began to ride up, he smirked. He had been careful to cultivate a different relationship with each of them. Have “moments” with one when he knew the other was far away. Make each think that they were the most important and the other girl living here was just another student, and so far it went off without a hitch. Once they go too comfortable with each other they’d share details and realize something was amiss, but he would worry about that another day. Maybe they’d agree to share him and he could have both at the same time… In his fantasy, he missed Moon’s stride up to him with Lillie hooked to her arm. She seemed uncertain with the contact, but Kukui knew she’d get used to how touchy Moon was in time. “I want to take Lillie swimming, and I think we’re all finished…is that okay?” “Sure thing. “ Kukui said. The idea of them splashing around in the water made him want to go with, but he didn’t want to appear too controlling or protective. The girls needed their freedom too. “Just don’t stay out too late.” They ashed off, Kukui carefully watching their behinds as they left. He reminded himself to be patient. At least one of them would be his tonight. Lillie might require a slower burn, but would be worth it. ===============================================================================  Kukui stepped out of his lab just as Lillie opened the door. She had come back first. Alone. Jackpot. “Back already?” Kukui asked inquisitively. “Yeah…” Lilllie began. “Moon wanted to talk to the locals, but I was tired, so I left. “ “That makes sense. “ He replied understandingly. “You should still  socialize when you get the chance next time.” “Oh, of course…” Lillie agreed. “I just...I’m a bit shy,” she laughed bashfully. “That’s a lot of new people to get to know at once.” “Yeah, you should take your time.” Kukui agreed, looking carefully at the way Lillie’s movements slowed from earlier and she rubbed against her arms.  “You seem worn out.” he noted. “Yeah...I kind of did a lot more than I’m used to today.” Lillie admitted. “It’s good for me, I’m not the most active girl around.” “Yeah, but we don’t want you to get too sore.” He began. “...a massage would help with that.” “A...you..” Lillie was red again which only made Kukui bolder. “Are you suggesting-” “I do know the ins and outs” He said, keeping it casual. “It’ll help you relax too. You’ll need a good sleeping schedule for when classes start.” “That sounds great but I don’t know if I could ask you to...” “Come on.” Kukui said. “I do it for people all the time.” Women. He did it for women. Women he was trying to bed with, specifically. But Lillie didn’t need to know that yet. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Another smile that Kukui knew would set Lillie’s heart aflame. =============================================================================== Moon walked back in to be greeted with Kukui on the couch in nothing but his boxers. “She’s asleep.” He said. She was upon him an an instant, hopping into his lap and greeting him with a kiss. =============================================================================== Lillie was a bit nervous bearing herself to the professor, but that faded away with the pleasant waves going through her as he put pressure on all her muscles. Her back. Her shoulders. Her calves, and eventually, her thighs. Kukui did this while taking all these aspects of the bony girl in. She was a little underdeveloped but her hips were defined, giving her just the amount of curvature that he liked. It took all of Kukui’s power to not snatch off the bikini bottom and take her right then, but girls like Lillie required restraint, and the reward of breaking them down slowly was worth it. “I’m gonna go a little higher, “ he said. He had dropped warnings several times during the process, so Lillie simply said “Okay.” and let him operate. Her upper thighs made it easy to “slip” and rub against her privates. Lillie elected to ignore them, but they only grew more common and noticable. “Professor…” She moaned. The massage was too much of a relief to tell him to stop. He grew bolder and bolder, the slips tuning very intentional as he rubbed at Lillie’s most sensitive areas through the cloth. Lillie’s moans began to slip out more frequently as she was worked over slowly. “Professor…” she began to protest again but the processor leaned over her very deliberately, letting her feel just how big his hard member was deliberately before shushing her. “It’s all part of the relaxation process. It’ll feel real nice, I promise.” Lillie’s better judgement almost took over, but the professor pressed hard against her core, letting in a moan curl past her lips as her legs bent instinctively... “Oh, god..” she said. “Professor...please..” “Tell me it’s okay…to keep going…” He was careful. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “If you say stop I stop.” “Please keep going. Please”. Jackpot. =============================================================================== Moon and Kukui made out aggressively as Moon pushed against his bulge, still raging hard after his session earlier with Lillie.  He pulled away to untie her bikini, freeing her mounds as he locked her lips around one of her nipples and swirled. Moon let out a loud, unashamed moan as she was touched by Kukui for real for the first time. At the back of his mind, Kukui worried about waking Lillie, but he wasn’t going to stop for that. He got what he wanted from her, so she had become an afterthought until this was done. All the while Moon grinded against his member faster and faster as the two teased and pulled against each other. She felt his size and knew he would absolutely destroy her. That got her even more worked up as the buzz Kukui sent through her kissing her chest dove her wild. =============================================================================== Lillie was pulled upward, forced to sit upright as Kukui pulled her against him, her back to his chest. He took a long sniff of her hair, taking everything about her in now that he had gotten permission to go further. “I really meant it when I said you’re beautiful. “ Kukui breathed into her ear. “I’ve had my eye on you since you first walked into this town. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I think you feel the same about me.” Lillie was in awe at how he saw right through her, but she didn’t get to dwell on it long before he started rubbing her aggressively again, still through the bikini bottom as he was committed to taking it slow. “Oh..oh god, Professor,aahhn!”  Her moans were getting a little more courageous, but she still covered her mouth out of shame. “We’re gonna pick up the pace a little, okay babe?” Kukui whispered in her ear. He pulled her face close to his and kissed her right on the lips. “Remember what I said. You say stop, I stop.”   He then ran his hand under her swimsuit, touching her directly. Lillie hissed, covering her mouth as Kukui really started to work her. =============================================================================== “I’ve got one last job for you.” Moon pouted until Kukui revealed what it was. He pulled his undergarments off, revealing his massive size to Moon. She licked her lips, eager but not as blown away as Kukui was expecting. She was no amatuer despite her age, she noted. Without having to say anything Moon gripped Kukui in her hands and began to stroke him off, getting a moan of approval from the professor as she spat on his cock to lubricate him. The professor reached around and started rubbing against her pussy through the fabric of her bikini bottom. She moaned, but, not to be outdone, she pushed herself a little further, locking the tip in her lips as she began to suck him off. “Yeah, baby.” Kukui moaned. This girl had the edge on him, much as it pained him to admit; she was fast for her age. Moon continued her assault, pushing further and further down on his cock. She was halfway before she came up for air, taking deep gulps of air as she had been under for nearly a minute. Kukui gave her an affectionate slap on the ass, causing her to giggle before she went back under, sucking his cock like it was a tasty treat and working the bottom of it with her hands. He slipped her hand past her bikini and began to finger her directly, sending a moan that vibrated through him. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Not gonna let you beat me.” =============================================================================== Lillie’s toes curled, knees bending, her skin damp with sweat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. “Oh god...” She muttered, one hand clamped around her mouth and another clenching nothing as she was worked over nice and slow. He was careful to rub against her clit and push into her entrance, but not too far. Each breath Lillie took didn’t have a moan far behind it. She was overwhelmed and they didn’t even begin to address the bulge pushing against her back. Both of them knew deep down that would have to be taken care of eventually. Lillie could feel something building deep within her, calling out for release. It felt as if Kukui was digging deeper and deeper toward it, pushing further and further toward the feeling in her gut calling out for release. He kissed her on her shoulder, whispering. “Let it out babe. It’s okay.” =============================================================================== Moon was getting ravaged by Kukui’s finger as he pushed in and out of her, knowing she could handle it as she tried to keep up pushing against his cock. Kukui noticed she was losing focus fast as one knee slipped off the couch, causing herself to take more of his cock suddenly. She pulled herself back up and readjusted, Kukui’s finger not leaving her crotch area the entire time. She took a deep breath and swallowed him again, each desperate to make the other break first. Finally, Moon let out of muffled “Oh, god!” as she squirted onto the couch, Kukui smirking and finally releasing inside of her throat. Moon steeled herself, taking his fluids in stride as she handled the fine balancing act of riding out an orgasm and swallowing cum with pride at the same time. =============================================================================== Finally, Lillie let out a muffled “Oh, god” as she squirted into her bikini bottoms, Kukui smirking and finally pulling out of her core. He gave Lillie a loving kiss on the cheek as the two embraced each other awkwardly. He decided to give Lillie a bit of a breather before trying something else. If she wasn’t up for anything more, he could send her up to bed and prepare for his second reservation of the night. But Lillie surprised him with an airy whisper of “Again...” Jackpot. He spun her around so they were facing each other, slipping the stained garment that was already halfway off her the rest of the way. “You might as well get this off before you ruin it even more.” He laughed. Lillie turned red, ignoring her instinct to cover herself as she considered the context. “Lay back.” he said, and Lillie obliged as the professor hovered over her, slipping his own shorts and boxers off in one go. Lillie gasped at the glance she got as his cock but the Professor immediately focused on kissing her neck. He didn’t want her to be frightened before he got his opportunity. He slipped her bikini top off of her at last, clutching a nipple between his lip and putting his hands between her legs as he began to butter her up. The end goal was to fuck her brains out, but he knew he had to work up to it slowly. =============================================================================== “Don’t tell me you’re worn out already.” Moon gasped as she watched Kukui’s cock soften. She stood up, untying her Bikini bottom and dropping it on the floor as she hopped back into his lap. “I’m still so wet for you professor…” She said, humping against his thigh and letting him feel it for himself.  That, along with another handy got Kukui up for another round. He couldn’t ignore a cute little minx like that for long. They exchanged another kiss before Kukui whispered, “Hop on…” =============================================================================== Kukui couldn’t contain himself anymore, he decided. He had spoiled her all night and he was going to get something out of it. He sat up suddenly, Lillie now soaking wet all over again as he brushed his cock against her entrance. Lillie was snapped out of her pleasure induced trance as she gasped. “Professor!” she hissed, the move sending waves of pleasure and concern at once through her. Thoughts of paranoia rushed through her as she thought of the consequences of such careless coupling, and that wasn’t even bringing his size into the equation. She looked him in the eyes, about to say the four letter word that would surely make him cease, but she hesitated. There was so much want on his face that Lillie’s heart stopped. She wasn’t used to being stared at like that and it filled her chest with a rush of emotion. He took the hesitation as a sign to carry on, slowly pushing into her, enough consideration left in him for him to take it slow but not enough for him to calm her concerns. The pleasure was undeniable to Lillie though as she covered her mouth, her loudest moan yet slipping out as the tip slipped into her. He then pulled out, carefully easing Lillie into the idea of taking a cock. =============================================================================== Moon slipped onto Kukui with a triumphant moan, rocking her hips immediately. There was no need to take it slow, Kukui realized as he remembered the session from earlier in the evening. He gripped her hips tight and began to match her rhythm as Moon took half of his cock easily. The playful smirk Moon gave him sent Kukui into overdrive, determined to wipe it off her as she picked the girl up and laughing when she yelped in surprise. He put her back down on the couch, lying down on her stomach as he began to assault her from his new angle, pushing deep into her from behind and breaking through her facade as she moaned, legs wiggling and twisting underneath as he began to really dig into her. He kissed her on the head before pushing faster, reaching that beautiful moment where the sound of their thighs slapping together echoed throughout the room.   Moon completely lost it, moaning and shouting for the processor to fuck her harder. Just like that, Lillie had become a memory as Kukui got used to what it was like to fuck a girl that knew the score. =============================================================================== Kukui looked the girl in the eyes as he took her slowly, her face adjusting from twisting in uncomfort to a peaceful, angelic enjoyment of his member as he pushed his luck. A little deeper each time, he noted mentally, but only a little. He was going to get this girl used to his cock no matter how long it took. He got halfway into her before he decided to speed up. Kukui heard Lillie’s little squeaks turn into full out moans as he settled there, deciding not to push all the way into her today. Her tight snatch was more than enough for his sensitive rod as he grabbed her by the hips and held her up a little. Lillie gasped, covering her mouth and eyes shutting as he sped up his strokes. =============================================================================== Kukui decided to see how much of a freak she really was,  giving her hair a tug, his heart swelling in delight as her moan went up a pitch. “Yes!” She affirmed, clutching the couch so hard it was close to tearing. “Fuck!” Her affirmations and swears mixed into something beautiful as Kukui fucked her, the cool, assertive girl from earlier gone into a submissive mess of a little teen who had bitten off more than she could chew taking her place. Kukui wouldn’t have it any other way. =============================================================================== Kukui couldn’t help pushing in a little more into LIllie as he approached the finish line. Lillie let out a mix between a moan and a gasp for air as she popped, squirting against his member and only helping him along. “Oh baby…” he said, coming close. =============================================================================== Kukui pressed against her back, putting all his power into his hips as he violated Moon, her yelps and cries becoming hysterical as she orgasmed herself, spraying his member with her quim as it lubricated Kukui further and he picked up the pace.. “Fuck!” he shouted, coming close. =============================================================================== He growled as he shot his seed inside of  Lillie, the sensations causing her to gasp and bite her finger as the hot seed sprayed her inner walls. “Fuck...” he swore for the first time that evening as he pulled out of her. =============================================================================== He buried himself balls deep inside of Moon and dropped his last orgasm of the night in much to her delight as she squealed, legs twitching. “Fuck….” he swore for the last time that evening as pulled out of her. =============================================================================== So many little worries rushed through Lillie as she thought about the consequences of getting creampied by a man, but the warmth it created only complimented how tired she was and that overtook everything, physically and mentally exhausted as the afterglow of two orgasms overtook it, Lillie lay limp, feeling like she could fall asleep at any moment. Kukui was relieved, it made the next part easier than he expected. He picked her up bridal style, kissing her on the cheek. “You did great today sweetie. You’ve earned the day off tomorrow.” The compliment made Lillie’s heart flutter. It was as if she came across the man every girl her age dreamed of. In a post-orgasmic, tired stupor, she nuzzled against his chest. “Thank you...” The tone of comment caught Kukui off-guard. The stronger her feelings were, the more difficult things would be later, but he decided to not worry about that for now, taking her upstairs to put in bed. =============================================================================== “Oh my god…” Moon moaned as she felt the overflow of his semen drain out of her. She looked at him as he spread out on the couch, cock drained and clearly exhausted. “You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” she breathed. He chuckled, sitting up and picking her up in his arms. They shared a kiss, this one just a peck as he used the last of his strength to carry her up to where Lillie was sleeping. Then, after tucking her in and sharing one more last kiss, Kukui looked back at his two girls, spent and satisfied, bellies warm with his cum. They looked gorgeous under the lamplight, Moon joining her roommate in slumber. Kukui’s lips curled into a wide, wide grin as he walked away. He was the luckiest man in all of Alola, and he couldn’t wait to educate these girls even more in the days to come. Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Widowmaker, Reader] Webbed ***** Chapter by Lewdsmoke, WaddleBuff Chapter Summary Placing yourself in the silky clutches of the infamous Widowmaker, your hot lips eagerly become acquainted with her cold skin. You begin to wonder if she is more passionate than she lets on, and if you can really handle everything that potentially entails. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================   Webbedby LewdSmoke ===============================================================================     (sauce) ===============================================================================     Purple lips come forward and her head tilts to the side to better slot her mouth into yours as you back up, bump against the wall, and swap positions. Skin too light blue to be truly human and eyes too violently amber to be natural fills your vision, but she seems to notice that you’re staring and smirks against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip without separate her mouth from yours. You accept her unspoken command with a muffled grunt, and close your eyes and sink into the kiss. The agent known only by her alias as ‘The Widowmaker’ is, hopefully, doing anything but making widows at the moment. She’s leaning against you, right hand wrapped around the back of your head to pull you forward into her, left hand carefully wrapped around the small of your back, lest you accidentally activated the venom mine launcher hidden in the wrist of her gauntlet. You let your sense of touch observe her body in lieu of your eyes, and your hands appreciates your decision. Widowmaker’s svelte form is pulled tight against yours by her hand on your head and your own around the back of her neck, and you can feel the subdued, light musculature of her gymnast’s body against your skin. She’s not bulky, but you don’t need to look at her, only feel her against you to sense the power in her arms and legs, the tension of her core, her wide-set, lithe chest against your own. Her suit shines as if it’s latex, but feels more like stretchy, breathable fabric. Your fingers trace down from where her ponytail comes together, to where her dark hair meets her scalp beneath her dark, red-eyed helmet, down to the base of her neck. You drum your fingers along the sensitive spot between her shoulder blades, tapping on the skin where her red-and-black spider tattoo clutches to her skin. A movement that would normally elicit a welcome, anticipatory shudder is met with only silence and a slight, uncomfortable squirm, waiting for you to continue. Widowmaker’s deadened sensations and emotions seem to block out positive reactions to a certain extent. You look forward to working on that. Your right hand keeps moving down, following her vertebrae one by one until it rests above the small of her back. The opening in her suit that exposes most of her back and her spider tattoo closes just below where your hand is resting, but what it covers is what you’re most interested in. You pull her backward, deepening the kiss and taking a breath through your nose before reaching down and cupping her rear in your right hand. Widowmaker’s rear is treasure to behold, and you’re not even looking at it with your own two eyes. Her buttocks fill your hand more than they ever hope to could contain, but her backside is tight, muscular, and wonderfully round without seeming comical or fake. You gently tighten your grip, digging your fingers loosely into her skin, and savor the sensation of holding Widowmaker’s butt in your grasp. Her mouth snaps off of yours to gasp aloud. You open your eyes, and Widowmaker’s glaring at you reproachfully, golden eyes narrowed and expression stern, though you’re sure it’s good-natured. “Oh, tu vilain garçon. Qu'est-ce que j'ai dis?” You know what she’s saying, but you’re damned if it’s not a hell of a lot sexier in French. Widowmaker snap her hands away from you, shedding your grasp in the same movement as she steps backwards. She has a lot of experience escaping from situations—leaving your grasp is nothing. “Couldn’t keep your hands off, could you? Well then, if that’s what you want…” She clicks her tongue and turns, sashaying her hips back and forth in such an exaggerated manner that she has to be doing it on purpose, and bends over, resting her elbows on the side of the rim of the window. “Bon, allons-y.” She leans her head back, turning to look at you and arching her back into a bow only someone with her flexibility would be able to pull off. Her pose just so happens to jut her rear backward, sticking it invitingly forward. You can’t resist. Widowmaker really does have a fantastic ass. Your hands fly downwards, kneading her buttocks, delighting in the musculature and weight that’s filling your grip as you drop to your knees. Before she can question it, you’ve spread her cheeks with your grasp to give your face room to dive between her buttocks, relishing the way she tenses up and mutters something underneath her breath—French swear words, no doubt. Not willing to waste a moment when Widowmaker is offering her ass to you, you immediately begin running your tongue up from where you can feel her wetness beneath her suit to the upper side of the cleft of her buttocks, just below the small of her back. One hand is still kneading her ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing in every direction, occasionally pushing them together to smother your head in even further, while the other snakes forward to rub at her entrance through her suit. Widowmaker seems to tighten up even further at the new stimulation, but if she reacts in any other way, you can’t tell.  Your eyes are smothered in her rear to the extent that you can’t see anything else, your total focus on running your nose and tongue up and down, poking at her asshole through the fabric. She could be crying out bloody murder at this point—you’d be too wrapped up, to put it literally, in her butt to care. To give yourself a chance to breath, you pull back from worshipping her rear to get some air, resting your cheek against her buttock. Your right hand keeps working, now rolling in a circular motion, while your left is still steadily sliding up and down the front of her suit. Widowmaker seems to have relaxed, though she still hasn’t reacted with any kind of intensity, despite the cracks here and there in the wall of dispassion that she constantly keeps up. While she clearly isn’t averse to your attention, there might be something you could do to get a sharper reaction out of her. You lower your left hand so that the skin between your middle and index fingers is right up against her covered clit—you can feel the tiny bud through the fabric of her suit when you press down hard enough. Gently rocking your left hand back and forth so the skin can rub against it, you risk pushing your ring finger as far into her entrance as the fabric will allow, and are rewarded with Widowmaker tensing up once again, letting out an audible sigh. Bingo. “C’est suffit, petit ami.” At her command you rise, though you make your reluctance clear with an exaggerated pout. You’re loathe to leave Widowmaker’s behind behind, but if she’s ready to move on, it can only be for the better. She turns, and you swear her cheeks are flushed a slightly darker purple than before—but the blush seems to fade as soon as you notice it. Widowmaker’s familiar, tight frown has returned, and the only indications that you spent the last few minutes nuzzling and worshipping her ass are your own painfully throbbing erection…and the dampness you can see at the juncture of her thighs. Noticing the direction of your gaze, she shakes her head and taps at the gauntlet on her left hand. “Ne bouge pas.” For a moment, you worry that you’ve crossed a line and she’s going to start living up to her namesake. It’d be all too easy for her to stick a venomous mine to your chest, throttle you with her grappling cord, or merely beat you to death with the heavy gauntlet. Fortunately, Widowmaker aims the firing mechanism of her tool away from you, at the wall, and shoots a length of her grappling hook across the room until the clawlike grasp at the end latches into the wall. Unspooling another bit of wire from the collapsible toolkit she’s discarded to the floor, she loads it and fires again, perpendicular to the first rope. Again and again, she repeats the process, and it’s only when a clockwise-lined circle of wires crisscrosses the room does it dawn on you what she’s been doing. Widowmaker turns to you, pops the gauntlet off with a small hiss, and rolls her eyes. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she was exasperated at how long it took for you to figure it out. Her right hand shoots forward and her index finger hooks into the waistband of your pants, and you gulp audibly. Her index finger prods downward, experimentally, and bumps against your painfully restricted length. You’re sure you imagined it, but you think you saw a tiny, barely perceptible nod of satisfaction. She pulls down, and you follow suit, shuffling out of your pants until they’re a heap on the floor, your underclothes tangled with them. Your manhood pops upward, proud and erect despite your nervousness, and her finger traces the vein from the base to the glans, her touch sending goosebumps up from your pelvis. Widowmaker tilts her head towards the maze of wires she’s prepared. “Up.” You step back, and she lets you go, her nail lingering at the slit in the head of your penis before stepping back. Her fingers reach behind her, grasping something where the opening on her back ends, just above her buttocks, and pulls downward. You don’t realize she’s unzipping her suit until it’s fully undone, ending just above her clitoris, and a slit of parted material indicates that she’s opened what amounts to an “access point.” You don’t know why her suit would need something like that, but you don’t really care. Steadily, unsure if it will hold your weight, you place your knee onto the wires before crawling on and flopping onto your back. They sag slightly, but it feels more like a hammock than a cable ready to snap. She’s weaved a web of cables a few feet off the ground, overlapping the threads until they form a bed of material for you to lie upon. It stretches across the length of the room, but the rideable portion is about the size the a bed in a room this size would merit. They’re separated enough that it didn’t take her more than a few minutes to weave, but the individual cords are close enough together to support your weight comfortably. A slight creak informs you that Widowmaker’s crawled on after you. Her cleavage was so wide that she merely had to shift the fabric to the side slightly to free her breasts, and they’ve fallen out from the constricting suit. The nipples and areolas are a darker blue than the skin around them, and her breasts remain tight and high up, only falling down slightly now that they’re free of her clothing. They’re on the smaller side but nothing to dismiss, and you know that if you reached out and grasped them, they’d be pert and soft. Widowmaker turns, exposing the backside you love so much. She has to be doing that on purpose. “Hmph. Allez.” You don’t get a chance to take the initiative—with a tiny grunt of effort, she braces her thighs on either side of your waist and slips herself down onto you. Widowmaker’s cold inside. Not painfully, but enough that entering her clears your head and forces you to focus on how she’s leeching heat out from your manhood while she sucks you further and further in, resembling freshly-melted ice cubes more than an arctic ocean. The lower temperature is…pleasant, in a roundabout way. Rather than shocking the air right from your lungs through freezing cold, it seems to open your sinuses, evoking a buzzy sort of heightened awareness thanks to the unusual contrast. For her part, Widowmaker seems to enjoy the heat rolling off of your dick, because she’s finally moaning aloud in something that’s not pain or exasperation, Her rear finally comes to a rest against your pelvis, and it takes all your willpower to not come at the sight. Widowmaker stays there, ass flush against you, totally filled with you, and seems to falter at what to do next. Hesitantly, you put a hand on her waist, and then another when she doesn’t react. It’s far too difficult to avoid roughly grabbing her skin and pulling her up, but you manage to exercise some self control and guide her upwards. Her left hand is facing downwards, frantically rubbing her clit and bumping against your length with each downstroke. Her other hand is extended behind her, resting her weight on your chest, supporting her. Gritting your teeth, you pull her back down onto you, the mixing of heat and cold still a shock to your senses. You’re still hesitant, thanks to the elevated, cordlike nature of your bed, but her visage of ice has cracked, and as soon as you pull her down she shoots back up, moaning lewdly. “Ah, mon dieu…” You try guiding her up and down a few more times before simply giving up, resting your hands on her hips, kneading her buttocks with your thumbs. Widowmaker’s left hand is still flying up and down on her clit as she bounces on your dick, index finger brushing your length each time the hand shoots down. It takes a little time for the two of you to get in sync, and you start shoving your hips upward when she comes down to time it with the way she’s pleasuring herself, your thighs clapping together. You can feel the ropes pressing uncomfortably into your back, and you know you’ll bruise wherever her weight forces you down onto them. Her arm is pressing harder and harder into your chest, but you don’t really care—she’s getting warmer as you’re getting colder, and the transition seems to extend every roll of pleasure, every pulse of pressure. “Baise-moi! Baise-moi, s’il vous plaît!” You snap your hips up and down with her riding, and you feel her tighten and hear her wail. Her stroking of her clit turns to frantic rubbing, and she comes with a scream, vaginal lips spasming around your cock as Widowmaker leans back, arm on your chest buckling. The ropes feel like they’re cutting into your thighs and lower back, and the bruises they leave will feel horrible in a few minutes, but right now, you don’t really care.  Being essentially unable to express emotion, you suppose it’s no surprise that she goes all-out when given the opportunity. Still, it’s too much. Widowmaker’s rapid circular stimulation of her clit is rubbing against you too now, her butt is pressing against you each time your thighs meet, and the interplay of heat and cold pressuring and caressing your manhood is driving you to greater heights of pleasure than ever before. You grab her hips a little too roughly and pull her down, spilling upward into her. The knot in your pelvis unravels in the best possible way, propelled by her tightness, temperature, and the sheer novelty of the situation—fucking Widowmaker to the point of screeching on a web of her own making. You thrust weakly upward, shooting your load further and further up into Widowmaker. If she wasn’t already pale, you’d say that you’re painting her insides white, feeling your own ejaculate frothing as you keep sawing back and forth, the ejaculate bubbling from the friction of the two of you grinding against each other. And then, it’s over. The energy seems to drain from you, and you loosen your grip on her hips, knuckles aching with the effort. Her skin’s probably going to bruise, but she doesn’t feel much pain anyway, and seems too content to care. For her part, Widowmaker’s flopped backward,extending her lips forward to interlock with yours, resting her back against your chest, letting your length slip out of her with a squelching noise that speaks to the volume of your orgasm. The makeshift bed sags under your combined weight, but you don’t really care. You’re caught in Widowmaker’s web, and you couldn’t be happier. Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Lillie, Moon] Where the Lillie Blooms ***** Chapter by Erevate Chapter Summary Lillie and Moon get some steamy alone time after they meet. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================  Where_the_Lillie_Bloomsby Erevate ===============================================================================       (sauce) =============================================================================== Click_here_for_the_SunxLillie_version... ===============================================================================   Slamming the wooden door open with as much bravado as I could muster, I strutted across the dirty welcome mat as Lillie recovered from my ostentatious entrance. Smoothing one of her loose bangs back into its original position she regarded me with that firm look I had always seen upon her face in the short time since we met, although it was doing little to hide the nervousness in her eyes. "I gave Kakui a false story about a pack of Rockruff near Ten Carot Hill, he won't be back in a few hours if he's fallen for it." She said in what she evidently thought to be a bold demeanour, but she couldn't keep the slight tremble out of her voice. "I don't know if a few hours are going to be enough." I said slyly, eliciting a rosy blush to erupt over Lillie's extremely pale skin. Turning away, she fidgeted with the wide brim of her hat that was clutched in her hands as she expectedly stood near the enormous fish-tank inhabiting the back of the laboratory. "I don't really have anywhere that private… I just hoped the loft would be enough." She said, walking towards the small ladder set against the wall near the kitchen. "That just makes it more interesting." I smirked, assured that even though Lillie's face was turned away from me that the rosy glow of her cheeks had deepened. Following her as she quickly ascended the ladder like a cat running from a dog up a tree, I bit down the urges steadily growing as I was treated to a rather candid view of her creamy white thighs and plain white panties. At the top of the ladder I quickly scanned Lillie's modest living space, namely the blue couch bed pushed up against the wall due to the loft's meagre space. The slanted ceiling hung just above my head, as I was at least a head taller than the younger woman accompanying me. Eyes returning to Lillie after my swift observation, I swept a stray lock of hair that had escaped my ponytail back behind my ear and winked. "This is perfectly cosy." I said huskily, as Lillie turned away from me and delicately placed her huge hat upon the small chest of drawers on the far side of the loft. Without acknowledging my small talk she reached an ever-so slightly shaking hand up to the strings on the back of her silken white dress. "I'm warning you… I haven't done this before." She breathed, now unable to hide her quivering voice. Smirking again, I quickly crossed the gap between the two of us while she wasn't looking and pressed her back against my body. "Firstly, you're going to let me do that." I crooned in her ear, feeling her lithe body stiffen as my breasts pushed gently against her shoulder blades. Reaching up I dextrously untied the simple bow keeping her dress upon her, as my other hand explored her flat stomach still hidden by the garment. Every muscle in her body was tensed exquisitely, each movement of my hand eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "And you're going to loosen up. Lean back into me." Hesitating only slightly, she obliged, letting her modest weight lean further upon my chest as I quickly slipped my hand under the voluminous fold of her dress to stroke her alabaster thigh. The muscle therein relaxed as she leaned more of her weight upon me and focused on the new sensations her body was being assailed with. I could tell my ministrations were bordering successful, a small sigh escaping her barely parted pink lips. Placing my other hand gently under her chin, I tilted her head back and slightly to the side as she opened her once closed eyes. "Feel better?" I crooned, changing the way my fingers explored her soft skin to what made her breath catch the most. She gave me a tiny nod as she closed her eyes again, whether to enjoy the new sensations I was treating her to or to spare her shyness from my hungering gaze. I pushed her forwards slightly, her knees taking up her weight once more obligingly. I slowly begun to unlace the strings of her dress, hearing her breath deepen nervously as I sought to expose her. The firm treatment of my hands had appeared to have strengthened her resolve however, as she assisted me with a trembling hand and shrugged her tiny shoulders out of the garment. I pulled the dress past her stomach while it bunched up around her ever so slightly flared hips, sinking down to my knees. Pulling the fabric past the obstacle, it fell against the carpeted floor with a gentle thump. Inspiration flaring into life as her small albeit perky white behind was staring me in the face, I gently placed my cheek against the partially obscured cheek as I wrapped both of my arms around both her thighs. The warmth of my flushed face elicited a sharp gasp from the tiny woman and I felt her body stiffen once again, but she soon relaxed as I resumed the caressing of her thighs in the way I knew she liked. Standing up again, I spun her around by the shoulders and tilted her head back up to mine. "You okay?" I leant down and whispered in her ear, as I curled my arm around her slender waist. I felt her nod slightly against the side of my face as I grinned, tensing the grip of the arm around her waist as I pushed her backwards. With a small yelp of surprise from the woman I deftly caught her under the knees with my other arm and strode the short distance to the small couch bed against the other wall. "You alright for me to move this along a bit? Just tell me if you want to go your pace." I said gently in contrast to my brash behaviour. "Just… leave the rest of my clothes on." She muttered, turning her wide green eyes from mine. Frowning slightly, I threw her gently upon the bed as it cushioned her fall. I deigned to not abuse the trust in her innocent eyes as she looked up at me from her splayed position against the back of the couch, while I swung my legs over either side of her and knelt down again. "Don't worry about a thing…" I breathed in her ear, my hot breath causing another delicious shudder to wrack her needy body. I aligned my face with hers as she tilted her head back in wordless obedience, lowering my face to ever so gently caress her parted lips with mine. She predictably closed her lips in her shyness as I bit at her lower lip delicately, rubbing my hands softly across her exposed waist and stomach. My tenderness was clearly working its charms, as her tense lips slowly relaxed into mine to explore the intimate contact. After a few uncounted minutes of our making out I was surprised to feel Lillie's hot breath upon my lips as she slightly parted her mouth, the unspoken language of our bodies working upon her as the temperature of my body continued to increase. Complying to her eagerness, I parted my mouth just enough to allow the tip of my tongue to stroke at her hungering lips. Lillie shuddered again, not in the nervous manner she had before but lustily, as her arms cross upon my back and pulled me into her. I deepened the kiss, probing my tongue against her mouth in search of its partner to dance with. I felt her hands start to grip and explore my clothed waist as her tongue gave up to my search, acknowledging the slippery appendage invading her mouth with a delicate lick. Pulling myself upright, not without a disappointed moan and a strand of saliva from our separation, I swung my thin white shirt over my head to give Lillie more access in her exploration. Leaning down once more, I was interrupted by her tiny hand upon my exposed midriff. "My chest… feels like it wants to be touched…" she breathed, her eyes closed to spare herself the shame she clearly wrestled within her. "Are you sure?" I questioned warily, metering my own desires so the girl wouldn't feel rushed. She nodded as she bit her lip, body squirming in the humid air in the absence of our contact. Gently I lifted her shoulders off the back of the couch, reaching back to swiftly unclasp her bra. Pulling it away from her, she bucked her hips gently as the fabric rubbed across her nipples. Lillie's breasts were small, in accordance to the rest of her slender body. The tiny nipples were standing to attention, turning her head to the side and biting her lip as the air assailed the sensitive nubs. Her eyes remained squeezed shut as she evidently struggled to come to terms with her body being exposed to somebody else, as I leant back down to take her lips back in mine in an effort to relax her once more. I gently took one of her throbbing breasts in mine as our tongues resumed their play, her body only stiffening slightly as my hands brushed against her agonisingly sensitive nipples. Deigning to play with the innocent girl, I swirled my thumb around the inside of her breast as my fingers traced the areola. Lillie moaned unconsciously into my mouth, her hips bucking against mine ever so slightly once again. Lillie's moans became more frequent and throaty as I continue my teasing, the hands on my waist now digging their nails into my skin as I relished in her building frustration and arousal. Eventually she roughly grabbed my wrist, the forceful nature of the contact surprising me from the small girl as she mashed my open palm against her throbbing nipple. I complied quickly, folding my hand and squeezing the nub gently between my index and middle finger. Immediately Lillie moaned her loudest into my hungry mouth, causing her to pull away as her head was thrown back in the air. Her hands subconsciously flying to my rear as she bucked her hips upwards more forcefully than she had before. "I knew we'd find what you like" I teased, rolling her nipple gently between my fingers as she moaned loudly, the adorable blush of her cheeks deepening. "Don't… say things… like that…" she squeaked, her hand flying to her open mouth in a shy attempt to cover her pleasure. "What's that…?" I continued, leaning in to gently nip the side of her neck. "You don't want me to say that you like your nipples being played with?" Lillie convulsed against my crotch even harder at the dirty talk, hands forgetting the suppression of her pleasure and trying to clutch my waist again as I increased the speed of my ministrations. Shifting my body down hers, I leant my mouth down and took her unattended nipple in my salivating mouth. Her quivering and moaning increased in intensity as I spread my spit across the throbbing nub, her hips subconsciously trying to press against my body once more. After around fifteen minutes of this torture Lillie wound her delicate fingers roughly through my messy hair, pushing my face into her breasts as she screamed. "In-between my legs!" she choked out, face scrunched up in aroused agony. "I-I- I need it- "the rest of her pleads were cut off by a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as I wrapped my fingers around her throat, to throw her softly sideways so she was lying prostrate upon the couch. Releasing her throat to once again lower my hand to her breasts, my hand was stopped by her much smaller one. "I l-l-like it there…" she breathed, embarrassment once again showing on her rosy cheeks as the pause in my assault allowed her to speak, her platinum hair fanning out on the couch around her head. Grinning, I leaned forward to place pressure upon her throat, but the grip of her hand upon my wrist tightened. "N- not hard! I just like… the pressure and the feeling of you being on top of me…". Curiously, I watched the little woman's face as she wrestled to come to terms with what she wanted almost as much as I was wondering how to fulfil it. Keeping my hand lightly gripped upon Lillie's throat, I shifted my body to the side so I lay next to her as my other hand traced down her perky breasts and stomach. As my fingers reached the band of her simple white panties, I felt her body squirm uncomfortably. "You're going to be gentle right?" she almost whimpered, hands clutching my wrist around her neck and the other just above her hidden area. Rolling over onto her for a moment, I re-established the connection between our lips deeper than ever. "Of course. You feel like you're about to explode as it is." I murmured as I broke the connection, staring into her wide and lust-filled eyes. I slowly pulled the band of her panties down as she clutched desperately to the hand around her throat, my concentration focused on making the experience as agonisingly slow as possible. The trembling of her body increasing as I propped myself upright to slide the garment down her thighs and off her feet, her thighs clasped together to hide her sex from my roving eyes. Returning to her body, I clamped my teeth gently over her nipple once more as my exploratory hand resting on Lillie's creamy thigh crept inwards. Her body predictably tensed when my hand found the light tuft of hair upon her pubis, thighs contracting even further as her nipple throbbed harder in my mouth. With a last sadistic lick, I withdrew my head from her chest and focused my attention on her stomach. Slowly moving myself down, I licked and nipped the smooth white skin of her exposed midriff as I edged closer to her nether regions. Upon reaching the adorable little patch of blonde hair, I stroked her stomach reassuringly with one hand as my other begun to probe delicately around her snatch. Her vagina was as adorable as the rest of her, tiny pink lips clasped tightly together but leaking her clear fluids nonetheless. She whimpered loudly and I looked up at her face, her eyes clamped shut as she struggled against her shyness to keep her thighs from snapping shut from my exploration. I lightly licked one of her pink nether lips, her thigh immediately hitting me in the side of the face as she reacted to the unexpected touch. "S-sorry…" she whispered, struggling to relax back into the pillow below her head. "Keep going… I'm sure you'll make me lose myself again." She added with a rare smile. Massaging the outsides of her thighs encouragingly I lowered myself again, licking her vagina broadly from her taint all the way up to the tiny hood of her clitoris. She sighed deeply, but seemed to be in more control of herself than ever. I teased her for uncounted minutes, never paying more attention to her throbbing clitoris under its hood than a sadistic twist of my tongue at the end of each long lick. Feeling the increased moisture against my tongue and lips heralded Lillie's further arousal, leading me to experimentally moisten the tip of my index finger against the entrance unveiled by her dripping folds. Hearing no dissenting break in her blissful moans, I slowly inserted the finger past her entrance to sink into Lillie's soft core. Her hips immediately bucked into the air, threatening to push my finger deeper inside of her than I thought she was ready for. Place a hand firmly over her hips I lowered my head again, probing delicately with my tongue under the tiny fold of skin hiding her most sensitive spot. Expecting the bucking of her hips I push my arm across her stomach, a surprised squeak cutting through the silence only accompanied by the wet sounds of my finger's explorations. Listening for any sign that I've gone too far, I return to flick my tongue across her clit upon hearing none. As I pump my index finger slowly inside her pussy the tiny squeaks increase in pitch and frequency, the sounds of Lillie's approaching orgasm I also feel through the frenzied motions of her hips and her little hands now clasped around her own nipples. Grinning despite my tongue lashing at her clit, I hold her at the edge for as long as I can. "Put your hand around my neck!" Lillie suddenly screams, the words so unlike her previous whispered murmurings shattering my sex-fuelled haze and ensnaring my attention. "I can feel it right there but... but it won't work! Put your hand around my neck!" she screams again, her words smattered with sexually frustrated yips. "Please…" her last word so pitifully drawn out that I released her clitoris from the lashings of my tongue and drew my body up so that my face was above hers. Flipping my hand around and deftly inserting my finger once more, this time accompanied by my middle finger, I placed my hand delicately around Lillie's flushed throat as her eyes clamped shut again. Adjusting my hand, I begun to circle the pad of my thumb around her exposed clitoris as her breathing quickened drastically. Leaning down further I nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her ear, her hips bucking into my hand as I finger-fucked the dazed girl. Lillie attempted to open her eyes only for them to fly into the back of her head as she gripped my wrist, pushing my hand harder down upon her pulsating neck. "It's… it's" she tried so say, before every muscle in her body tensed up and exploded at her release. Her cries became a continuous super-sonic whine while her body rode out the release overwhelming her thoughts. Attempted to keep my thumb upon her button as she orgasmed, I didn't relinquish the rapid circling of the nub until the woman was red in the face. Whether from her cataclysmic release or lack of oxygen due to my claw-like hand she was pressing into her throat, Lillie's face was a burning pink as the vestiges of her pleasured cries dribbled out of her throat with a trickle of saliva from the corner of her mouth. Smirking once again to myself, I propped her should up slightly and slid down the other side of the couch beside her. Drawing an arm up across her stomach lightly and positioning the other underneath her blonde head, I settled down beside her as she unconsciously snuggled back into my body. "Do you trust me yet?" I muttered into her ear teasingly, her weak arms clutching the arm around her stomach as the humid air cooled her burning skin. Narrow rivulets of sweat ran atop her heaving breasts as she panted the last of her orgasm out, running off her nipples to drip softly upon the velvety blue couch beneath us. She attempted to make an authoritative shushing sound, but her satisfied exhaustion diluted the sound to a groaned hiss. "Just lay with me a while wouldn't you?" Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Lyn, Robin] Afterparty Dessert ***** Chapter by Scrib_eyeSteak Chapter Summary Lyn and Robin; two warriors brought together by unforeseen circumstances Shortly after the arrival of their time-displaced daughter, the two enjoy a long-needed night of afterparty passion. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================     Author's Note:   To all of my readers; new or returning, I want to thank each and every one of you for your support, and I hope you enjoy this extended cut of Robin and Lyn’s steamy Valentine’s day romp, courtesy of WaddleBuff and the fantastic list of contributors and curators of the Smutstravaganza Coalition. -scribEye_Steak, 2 March, 2018     ===============================================================================  Afterparty Dessert by scribEye_Steak ===============================================================================      (Sauce)   =============================================================================== An exclusive extended edition of this_one-shot, one entry of many in the excellent Fire_Emblem_Warriors:_X-Support smut collection. ===============================================================================   This had truly been a magical night. Ever since their daughter from the future had come back, it had been blatantly clear what kind of relationship the two had entered. For the most part their comrades took it well (Corrin seemed kind of hurt about the matter, but had at least been able to be amicable). Still, regardless if it was Chrom or Marth’s warm regards or Lissa’s incessant teasing, he could only smile when he saw the green heads of the special women in his life. And tonight had been no different. It had been a night of revelry; the kind that was so rarely afforded to the time-displaced warriors or the deposed royals that had brought them together. Food, drink, and merriment poured freely and the air held a certain mirth even in the dour stretches of Dusk Castle. The assembly had traded their usual fare for more formal attire; some of which provided by the Hoshidan seamstress herself, such as his own tailored suit. But for the amnesiac Tactician, his eyes were no longer on their comrades; on Xander leading a timid Lianna in dancing, or the precious sight of Tiki being all-but pushed to Marth by a devious Ceada. Not even the twitch on the napes of his neck that would signify his impish Morgan’s pending tricks would divert his gaze. No his eyes were squarely on the visage of his beloved Lyn. Despite his earlier misgivings at such a stiff affair, he wouldn’t trade this moment for the world; getting to dance with her in that ravishing blue dress in the great hall of the castle. Whatever reservations he had on the forlorn structure were rendered utterly irrelevant as she clumsily led his equally inept feet in a waltz. The source of her discomfort being the very outfit that Oboro had painstakingly made for her. And while the Sacean would never dismiss the retainers work, it was simply too striking a change to her usual attire to afford any degree of the skill that she conventionally possessed. Things had been winding down, with some of their comrades having since departed for bed or for…other, activities. Morgan had made a teasing mention of watching Xander and Celica leave together, and Lyn commented on Lissa dragging Takumi out followed by a concerned Oboro. He himself had watched Anna trade glances with the high prince of Hoshido before she strutted out, but hadn’t seen him actually leave. Regardless, he was enjoying a last drink with Chrom (fidgeting in his own stuffy blue suit with oddly puffed up pants) and (of all people) Niles when his wind goddess sashayed up behind him and whispered in his ear. “Morgan is staying with the girls tonight…” They practically flew out of the ballroom, much to the amusement and embarrassment of their friends… They passed a few halls and about a dozen chambers before finally deciding they couldn’t wait any longer. No longer would they suffer the trek back to their shared room but instead picked the first door they came across. It was fortunate that their first choice wound up being suitable to their needs; in function and in lack of occupancy. It turned out to be a barracks; one that had wound up unoccupied due to their deficient numbers being met by the surrounding facilities. A modest sparring arena dominated the room, with inter-spacing weapons racks and armor posts littering the perimeter. Two doors lay on opposing sides; one to proper quarters, the other to another wing that was far beyond the smitten duo’s interests. He tasted the wine on her lips; a far more hearty dosage than he himself had partook. And yet there was still clear intent and pinpoint focus in her actions; the kind that simply shouldn’t be possible after drinking that much. Still, even if he was sober and she was drunk as could be, there was little chance that the tactician would’ve been able to overpower her greedy lips, not without some guile and cunning that was simply not with him tonight. As if sensing his silent surrender, Lyn pressed further until her tongue had invaded his mouth. Her dress shifted as she lifter her leg up, more-so out of habit than anything else. And yet despite that, Robin managed to grab the protrusion that was caused by her knee and held it in a shaky grasp. Only the *shink* of singing metal and the sudden brushing on his thigh tore his gaze away in time to watch his now-torn pants fall uselessly to his ankles. Confused, he looked up from his falling garment just in time to see her toss the shortsword aside with a devious grin. Much like always, her aim was swift and true; as her deft blade had sliced even his smallclothes. The sight of his unmarred legs and hardening erection made her subconsciously lick her lips before grasping it with her bare hand. With a careful descent so as to not stumble on her own dress, Lyn fell to her knees and began to lavish his cock. Fellatio had been a frequent occurrence for them, at least before that fateful night in Castle Sol. After that and the arrival of their future daughter, the duo had shifted to the friskier and far more risky quickies that they partook in between matters. But tonight they wouldn’t have to worry about their nosy little Morgan butting in with that damnable coy smirk of hers and could indulge themselves, for old times’ sake. Robin let out a throaty moan as his beloved placed a quick kiss on his glans before trailing down to his balls. The lack of battles today had meant that he could take a more prolonged and through bath, much to her delight. While the Sacean beauty could say she had grown attached to the musky scent of her man, there was simply nothing better than a fresh, clean dick for her to enjoy: HIS dick. Even if it had been a while, she knew what made him tick; where best to lather her tongue or lightly nibble on his foreskin. Her fingers were equally busy; handling any part that her mouth was currently not attending to. The feeling of her manicured nails on his shaft or juggling his aching, stuffed balls made it quite clear; she intended to milk him dry. Lyn locked her lusty green pools on her beloved amnesiac’s face to gauge his reaction. Eyes squeezed shut and hands clenched into the folds of his cape: good. With a devious-albeit loving grin she reared up and swallowed his cock in her hot, wet mouth. Her lips formed a tight circle that permitted no escape as she was fed drip after drip of his pre-cum, eagerly awaiting the main course. Like a newborn babe and its wet-nurse’s teat; she suckled and drooled on his girth. Her fingers fell dormant as she affixed her grip to his bare thighs in an attempt to better leverage her bobbing head. Occasionally she tussled her head and let out a little hum in an attempt to spice things up. Not that she need bother when just the mere act of being able to thrust into her loving mouth was a gift enough for him. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her dress, as if begging to be let free and used to smother Robin’s cock. Sadly for them (and him), Lyn was not patient enough to waste time on such a burdensome act, especially with a gown that she practically had to be bolted into. Meanwhile, her bare pussy was dripping onto inner folds of her skirt as a lusty fire was welling up in her core. Deeper and deeper she took in his rod, leaving small trails of saliva behind as she reared back before proceeding further. On instinct the silverette raised a hand to massage her scalp before it quickly affixed to the top of her head.. She knew what that meant: dessert was coming. In response the Sacaen withdrew his penis from its place in her throat back into her mouth and vigorously rubbed the remaining wet skin to coax out his treat. Sure enough the stream of cum quickly filled her cheeks before she rapidly swallowed it down. Months of these little trysts had trained her in how best to not spoil even a single dollop, even if some of the creamy treat managed to escape her pursed lips. No matter; it would be in her stomach soon enough. Once she was sure that his loads had finished, she gave the now-deflated erection a few more bobs to clean it before letting it slip out with an obscene *pop*. Despite her efforts, a small smear had dribbled down her chin and landed on her dress. Unfortunate. “The night’s still young; should we get back to our room?” Robin asked ash he gave her a hand to her feet. Sure, the loss of his pants would be somewhat…okay, VERY, awkward if anyone happened to catch them, but if nothing else he could always hide behind her…dress? Lyn had only briefly mulled his words before making her decision. She reached for the nearby rack and extracted a second sword from its scabbard before applying a precise cut to the collar of her neck. She’d make up an excuse to Oboro tomorrow. With an impish smirk she got to action; deftly cutting each knot and loosening her constricting, formal prison. In his slightly inebriated state, Robin watched as she did away with the bothersome thing; leaving her in just the under-top and knee-high white boots. The sight of her trimmed green patch made his arousal stir anew. “Why waste time?” she said with that oh-so tantalizing grin as she lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder…  The Tactician briefly winced at the leather of her boots on his shoulder, even if he couldn’t directly feel it thanks to his dress shirt. But that was hardly relevant when he felt her dripping mound rub against his renewed cock. Thanks to the height of her footwear, her minute height over him was made more apparent as she reared down to capture his lips. Once more the sweet taste of wine filled his mouth as her tongue danced between his teeth. He felt one of the Sacaen’s hands delve into the collar of his shirt and trace his clavicle, an action he matched with his own fingers running through her hair. As the two frisked each other, Robin used his other palm to hold his erection steady for long enough to pierce her waiting folds. From Lyn’s throat came a deep moan as she relished the sensation of being filled in her most intimate place by her most cherished person. While the promptness of their setting was no different than their few…multiple…MANY, liaisons every chance a half-hour would permit, this time was a little different. The fact they could now properly enjoy themselves was almost enough to make the two climax then and there… As part of their sordid soirées, the duo had gotten fairly versed in being flexible…well he had; she was already limber as could be. Even still, having to balance on a single leg whilst her sinuous calf was practically pinning him to the wall was pushing things. Still, the hypnotizing sight of her breasts bouncing and the flushed, dazed smile on her face made it all worth it…. somewhat. Robin’s back was to the stone wall as he matched her hips. The Sacean shuddered in delight as she felt his hands move to her hips in an attempt to steady their already unstable bodies. For her part, she wrapped one of her own hands against his neck as her other reached for her burdensome undershirt and pulled it straight up and over her breasts. With her lover’s hands firmly fixated on keeping their thrusts straight, Lyn had to take the matter of her wanting breasts into her own hands: quite literally. Rather than have her palm return to his warm, inviting body, the Sacean brought it down to start kneading and massaging her chest, paying particular attention to her nipples. She often mused if they should be smaller, if only so they weren’t swinging and causing her to wince in the middle of battle…but not after meeting Robin and especially after Morgan appeared. Lyn didn’t think of having children; it was never much on her mind compared to simply being the warrior that her tribe, Caelin, and now Aytolis needed her to be. She knew that either half of her lineage would require progeny to assure its future…yet until then sex like this was simply for pleasure. The sweet, sweet pleasure that was making her toes curl in her boots. But even while ignoring the proof of their union that was no doubt animatedly chatting the ears off her new friends, having Robin worship her bosom with reverence that would make the gods jealous had irrevocably changed her thoughts. A part of her wanted her groping and tweaking to bear proverbial fruit, even if she knew that her body wasn’t ready. And yet to do so would mean trading her blade in, if even for just a few months… It was a thought that terrified her more than any opposing army could, and really NOT one that she wanted to harbor with Robin’s intimate attention churning her insides. So her mind was taken away, far from the musings of forsaking the battlefield for a maternal bed or rearing their daughter with teat milk. Instead she focused more on wiggling her shapely hips and letting whatever gibberish pass her mouth as a form of praise. When an errant thrust ended up with her pussy clamping down in orgasm, she couldn’t help but arch her back. Alas, the angle was now simply too unbearable to work with any longer. Even as he felt his balls clench in preparation to paint her hungry womb, the Tactician’s cock popped out of her folds just in time for the first rope of cum to splatter her belly. Shocked at the sudden decoupling, the Sacean fell forward and barely managed to catch herself onto the remains of her gown on the rather unforgiving floor. Flat on her ass, Lyn shivered as she felt each blast of cum stain her naked body. The load wasn’t quite as copious as the one she’d ingested earlier, but it was still rather sizeable thanks to their week without relations. With her mind still trapped in a blizzard of carnal bliss, her hands acted autonomously; running down her body and smearing more of his seed into her supple flesh… Her mind snapped back just in time to notice her fingers were now between her lips. She let the digits linger as her tongue kept lapping up as much of the salty treat as she could. Slowly, she opened her eyes and fixed her emerald pools on the gasping amnesiac. She also realized just how…messy, her other hand had gotten. “I guess…I guess we we’re a bit too ambitious there…” he panted as he tried to help her back up. Lyn wiped her sticky hand on the nearby scrap of dress before accepting his assistance. He couldn’t even muster surprise as she all but leapt into his arm; barely securing a hold under her calves in a rather familiar carry. Her lips was on him before he could protest; smearing the barest amount of his seed against his addled tongue. Much like everything else since the barracks door had been forced closed behind them, time passed unmolested before she pulled back with a loud *Smack*. “Then what do you say we find a nice little cot and do this the right way?” she cooed as their eyes turned to the nearby door… =============================================================================== It turns out their ‘lovenest’ was a small mess hall…a mixup that quickly became acceptable as he placed her on the nearest table and dove between her legs. Lyn felt her eyes cross as she arched her back in response to his sloppy yet ferocious tongue lashing against her agitated lips. While she may boast superior strength, there was just something so…cunning, about her dear tactician that could make even a hardened warrior like her go weak. Robin was an opportunist; both in matters of strategy and in their shared sheets. While he did feel remorse that his potent load had been all but squandered on her toned stomach, he could at least make amends for it by giving her the same lip service she’d offered him. And whether it was the inebriation or simple good fortune, he could barely taste any of his own impurities within her sweet, copious nectar. The tactician brought his hand to bear; holding her puffy lips open as his tongue reached far into her quim. He felt the sword-woman’s fingers wrap into his silver curls and grip his head, as if daring him to pull out and deny her further pleasure.  A quick graze of his upper teeth against her clit was his response. ‘That sneaky little bookworm!’Lyn screamed in her head; the only way she could string such thoughts together since her lungs were currently preoccupied with frightening the pigeons outside and causing a common knight and pegasus rider to blush before quickly running to their own chambers. Robin’s victory was short-lived as he felt her hands grip his shoulders and practically DRAGGED him up onto the table atop her. His shock was muted as her lips clasped down on him with such force he wouldn’t have been shocked to find blood. He DID taste copper as her teeth squeezed his upper lip before she forced her tongue practically down his throat. As she continued to rape his mouth, he felt her dagger-like nails tear at every button and tie of his tailor-made suit until he was as naked as she was. While he felt the nails bite into his skin, still the mystery remained. It was only after he heard her rip that burdensome undershirt off her neck and shoved his cheeks down between her chest did he realize it was HER blood; trickling from her lower lip where she’d bitten down an earlier scream. “N-no more tricks; fuck me, Robin!” she practically roared as her wanton hips struggled to line up with his erect dick. What compelled his next action was a mystery; perhaps it was the wine dulling his screaming survival instincts, or maybe his natural curiosity wanted to test the limits. Regardless of origin, the Tactician waited for just the right moment of her frustration before he sprung into action. The plainswoman’s passionate fury evaporated in an instant when she felt him turn her over, barely catching herself before she wound up rolling off the table and coming to a stop on her stomach. She didn’t have long to mull on this development as her beloved amnesiac dragged her up by the hips and RAMMED himself clean into her hot dripping pussy. “Ahh!” Lyn gasped as she felt his girth split her in two. Robin wasted no time and immediately started ramming into her like a man possessed, causing spit and sweat to fly off her face even as her cheeks darkened to a rosy tint. Partially due to the pleasure now welling up inside her, but also due to how turned on she as at her man’s sudden brazenness. Their earlier couplings hadn’t really allowed for something so…animalistic. With her taking the lead most of the time, and his few moments to shine being relegated to much simpler positions, his choice to ride her like a beast…well, the table was DEFINETLY going to need to be cleaned later tomorrow. “That’s it; more.” The Sacean panted as she thrust backward to meet his dick. His hold on her hips tightened in response as the silverette increased his pace; more than doubling the rate at which he plowed his ram into her vulnerable keep. “…More!” she barked as her fingers dug into the wood of the table. Neither one cared how loud their impromptu platform was being, merely placing trust in the idea that it would hold.   Lyn repeated her earlier chant, but this time Robin didn’t obey her orders. Not just out a sense of defiance or establishing who was in control this time, but because he had a far superior idea of how to get her off rather than just chafing his hips and throwing out his back. As his beloved swordmistress was occupied with a minor sexual spasm, the tactician roped on his arms around her stomach and pulled her up. As she came to a rest upright, he adjusted himself to lean further back, grab her harrowed, flimsy ponytail, and pulled HARD. “Ahh! R-right there.” she yelped as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. While she adored every inch of love and affection that he showered her with (along with the copious amounts of spunk that was usually a part of said shower), there was no denying that a part of her NEEDED some rough play. The part of her that confidentially led the charge on the battlefield secretly craving to be dominated… …How embarrassingly cliché. Robin ignored his screaming knees in favor of shifting his pace; going for deep, hard thrusts over the jackhammering he’d been laying on her earlier. At the same time, he let his arm drift down until he could start tweaking and playing with her exposed clit even as his other hand bunched up her hair to act as a lead. He may not know how to really ride a horse, but damn it all if he knew how to fuck a swordmaster. With so much going on in her head, Lyn was purely on autopilot. Her hands shifted to find a place in this equation before ultimately settling on her breasts. Coherent words had completely left her and the gibberish that now espoused from her mouth was akin to babbling. Even that left her as her second orgasm tore her body a new one. Robin hissed as he felt her already tight walls practically crush his penis and drench him in her sweet, sweet juices. While he’d like nothing more than to stop and sample more of her nectar…well, that would require stopping. And even if his keen mind were lucid enough to harbor such blasphemy, his hips would stay their righteous course regardless. What easily could be hours passed them by, and still he plowed her fertile fields. His deft fingers and mighty loins drove Lyn to another two orgasms, while he himself managed to withhold his inevitable explosion at great expense. But both knew that the end was coming; soon… Robin lifted himself from his place necking her nape and struggled to speak “Lyn, I’m-“ At some point she’d managed to build up a slight resistance to the carnal storm and managed to talk back. “If you-fuck!-…if you waste a sing-aaaaah-l drop; I swear…” she huskily growled from between her disheveled green curtain of hair. Indeed, the tie had finally come undone and left her long cascading locks to fall around body. The sweat that had been layered on meant that the strands weren’t going to be moving anytime soon.  As if to emphasize her point, the Sacean beauty turned back to subject him to her haggard yet fierce glare. “Give it to me; give it ALL to me!” the swordmaster barked as she felt him speed up. Such a feat was beyond their current position, and so the silverette let go of her breasts and let her fall forward. No sooner had she barely managed to catch herself had the amnesiac secured his hold on her hips and started jackhammering her like a man possessed. “Fill me until I’m stuffed! Knock me up!” she babbled as her voice cracked under prolonged misuse. The tactician growled and slapped her butt. A loud thundering *clap * filled the room, followed by ripples through her derrière and causing her arms to give out with a squeak. Lyn was unresponsive to the fact her cheek was now being rubbed raw against the wood of the table and kept rambling on with her uncharacteristic train of thought. “Breed me like a bitch! Make me a sow and milk my tits dry!” she called back as he kept fucking her raised cunt. Gods, every word of self- defiling adoration made him harder and invigorated him further.   “Make me your slave AND RUIN ME!”   “BREAK ME IN TWO AND WRECK MY PUSSY!”   “GIVE ME MORGAN!”   That was the final straw, and with a final titanic thrust Robin slammed into her and unleashed all the thick, potent jism that she could possibly desire. While the copious ropes of cum should’ve made her bellow with delight, the most the exhausted swordswoman could utter was a blissful mewl as spasms rocked her nubile body. Her earlier warning was heeded in its fullest as he kept his cock firmly planted into her sealed lips. His adrenaline temporarily left as the tactician fell atop his lover, his dick continuously spurting wads of cum straight into her womb. His hips now-lazy thrusts proved to feel weary, a little sore, his own cock feeling the strain...that is, until against all odds, he felt the plainswoman push back against him with a tired mewl. He thought maybe it was maybe some post-orgasmic reflex; perhaps it was actually caused by their makeshift bed protesting its continual misuses? Or maybe even a prompt for him to withdraw from her completely? But none of those turned out to be the case, as her ass kept kissing his pelvis at a gradually faster pace until finally, almost painfully, he once again grew rigid within her. It wasn’t until she turned herself over; eyes burning as wild as the green of her tousled, messy hair, and he knew for sure: she wasn’t done. With strength belaying her exhaustion, the Sacean pulled him down on top of her, smothering her sweaty breasts against his own heaving chest. Such intimate contact had an impact on his renewed vigor, sending a throb through his swollen erection. He wasn’t done yet either. The duo ignored their own protesting muscles and resumed the familiar waltz. The sound of his cum churning inside her added a new, lewd instrument to their sexual symphony. But neither one made much of a move to change things; to increase their pace or to utter any form of command. In fact the only things that moved was their hands; hers around his neck, and his to gently caress her thighs. Robin let out a gasp as her nails lightly dug into the nape of his neck. There was a touch too much pain on his breath, but like her and her protesting muscles, he ignored it in favor of rolling his hips. Lyn matched his rhythm, adding a little variation every now and again in the form of a shake or an upward thrust. For them, this wasn’t a continuation of their earlier antics, not when their lusts were already sated. No, it was merely a matter of intimacy; of being able to touch each other or relish in the sweat and warmth of their most precious person. It was in this intention that Lyn found the strength to raise her legs just long enough to sloppily lock them in place around his back. With this she could hold him closer than anyone else…and she wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. There would always be people she held near and dear; Florina, Rath, Elliwood, Kent, Wil, Wallace, Hector, and most of all; Mark. Even the people she’d met here; Corrin, Celica, Xander, Marth, Chrom, Anna, and Tiki, would all have their place in her fondest and most cherished memoires… …But none of them had her like Robin. The Tactician had won her in so thorough a manner that it went beyond just her thoughts or even her loins; he had her heart. From that fateful day when she had nearly watched him die whilst being so utterly powerless and into the sweet, sweet night in his dark quarters; her mind was already more than clear. Even the arrival of Morgan- THEIR child from a mysterious, ruined future, had only strengthened her feelings until they were as a fortress; too unyielding or inexorable to simply let falter. She wanted nothing more than to scream; to let out all the feelings of adoration and love that had come with every drop of sweat, blood, and cum that now stuck to her. And yet exhaustion would not permit such a simple luxury, even as they continued to rut away to the ever-increasing groans of their table. Robin could see just how tired his dear Lyn was and knew that she wouldn’t stop until they both gave out. Knowing that there was an easier solution to make her finally rest, he blindly groped through the dried mess of cum and sweat that littered her tone stomach in search of his target. Only after he aimed too low and wound up touching his own sawing penis did he have the forethought to reach up and play with her sensitive clit. Lyn’s broken voice let out a labored squeak as she felt him paw, press, and tweak her little nub; an ignoble calling for what wound up being her last orgasm of the evening. The blademistress briefly took flight of her senses as she let the waves of pleasure crash down on her. Robin watched his beloved writhe around and increased his pace. He wanted nothing more than to join her; no, to give her the same satisfaction she was giving him. He attempted to increase his pace in service of this lofty ambition, hoping against all odds that he could muster just a paltry few wads of spunk… …But nothing would come; his balls were truly tapped out. And yet even if he fully knew how hopeless it was, he wasn’t going to give up: not yet…. The Sacean finally came to with a tired moan. In the blurry corners of her eyes she spotted her silverette lover hunched to the side and felt him placidly thrust in and out of her sex. Feeling her full womb sloshing around with every jolt, the woman reached down and gingerly touched her cream-pied pelvis. Gods, she’d underestimated the arcane bookworm…a mistake that she’d honestly eager to repeat in the future. Robin was now uncharacteristically quiet and pensive. With much of the alcohol and all the adrenaline now out of his system, it left the brains of their outfit to wallow in his own deficiency. Once he felt her stir beside him, the apologies came spewing out. “Lyn, I’m so sorry; I just-“ His words died in his throat as he felt her lips seal his own. She made no motion to deepen their kiss, but the intent was clear as the day. Gingerly, she decoupled her legs from his back and instead had them trace down; past his buttocks and calves until they could finally weave their feet together. A similar coupling was performed with their fingers around each other’s neck as their hearts slowed and stilled. As one, they both fell into a desperately needed slumber…    Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Ann, Akira] A Little Too Physical ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary Wanting to try a little something more daring in their budding sexual acquaintance, Ann decides to seduce Akira during P.E. class, earning an entire day's worth of punishment. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================  A Little Too Physical by WaddleBuff ===============================================================================       (sauce) ♪ ===============================================================================   A metal thud resounded in the small storage room as Akira practically slammed Ann into a wall. He attacked her lips with desperate fervor, his hands were already greedily squeezing and clutching her breasts as their tongues fucked. Ann’s hand unabashedly stroked the growing erection through Akira’s P.E. shorts, earning a groan as one of his own hands began to roughly rub her snatch through hers. It didn’t take long until the tension grew too taut, and Akira roughly slapped her hands away, his own grabbing her hips as he shoved her into the wall again, grinding their nethers together, sucking in the moan she vibrated through his tongue. He separated his lips from hers, the string of saliva snapping between them like a thin wishbone. Akira gave her the eyes she loved so much, the eyes that started this makeshift sexual acquaintance less than a month ago. Fierce. Angry. Hungry. “What the fuck are you thinking, Ann,” he said, his voice gravelly in the most mature baritone she ever heard from any boy his age. She panted, still trying to catch her breath from his rough assault on her mouth and the breasts that swelled through her P.E. uniform shirt. She felt the fabric of the shirt roughly seized by one of his hands, shoved up into a useless bundle beneath her neck as her supple breasts were met with his rough, unforgiving hands. She lost herself in the sensations, willingly. Loving every second of it, loving how she felt his hands grip and gropeall over her. “Wh-What are you talk- aaAAHN!! ” she said before a shock of white-hot sensation crackled through her, Akira’s hand roughly digging into her moistness. She opened her eyes a smidge as he stopped, panting harder, looking up at him with a furious blush. “What are...you talking about?” Akira nearly growled as his hands took action again, this time locating her wrists to pin them onto the wall above her head. He shoved his hips forward again, her ass making the thin wall of sheet metal groan as it bounced off it. Akira’s mouth found her neck, teeth biting just hard enough for her to let out a squeal, but not deep enough to leave any incriminating marks. His tongue lavished the sweat on her skin as it traversed upwards, swiping at her jawline, leaving a trail on her cheek, and slowly, even with her squirming protests, made its way to her ear. He rolled his hips into hers again, knowing both of them were equally as horny, as hungry as he was. “Don’t play innocent. Youknow I can see through you, you know what effect you can have on me,” Akira said, practically growling heat into her ear, his savage words condensating on her earring. “You strut around for all of us to see,” he continued, letting more rolls of his erection rub into her increasingly-moist entrance. “With no bra, with your breasts just flailing around during timed track,” his accusations earned small syllabic protests from Ann’s lips, but she was so hot that whatever Japanese she knew was lost to her as her clit, swollen and pulsing, kept rubbing against her panties whenever Akira’s lust rubbed into them. “You know we all see you, but most importantly, you knowI see you,” his words were lower in volume now, and his hips began to stop their rolls, earning pathetically-desperate movements of Ann’s own hips that tried to follow his. “...don’t you, you fucking slut.” Akira was breathing so heavily now, the heated exhales wisping over Ann’s face enough to make her shiver. She felt so vulnerable and so helpless when he was like this, when he poured the stress and tension from whatever project the Phantom Thieves were up to into abusing her, splitting her open with his lust. But, Jesus Christ, it felt so damngood , and right now, it was hard to hide the lustful grin that pulled at her lips; her plan had worked so flawlessly- to get him so riled up and possessive like this, to have him want to fuck her in the middle of a school day. And all it took was the lack of any brasserie and coy looks at Akira during the class, innocently bending over, stretching her arms over her head to accentuate the pebbly nature of her naughty, excited nipples until he finally strode over shamelessly and seized her by the wrist with his eyes burning holes through the lenses of his glasses. She let out another loud moan. One of Akira’s hands had slipped into her shorts again, padded fingers vigorously coaxing out more of the hot mess inside her, staining the fabric of her underwear. “Yes…” Ann finally replied to him, conceding in a whimper. “Yes, I do…” The grin that spread on Akira’s lips should have sent a shiver down her spine. It was one that was pure malice, one that would have easily suited the visage of one of the many grisly Shadows that lurked in Mementos. Yet, in response to the toothy, predatory smile, she felt her loins clench, her thighs rub together; Akira’s rough treatment has successfully pushed Ann to her breaking point. And he knew it. God, did he know. He laughed that, a cold, salacious laugh that matched just how close his cock was from ripping through the fabric of his tight shorts. “So...at least the slut admits it,” he said. Ann gulped at the way his tongue utterly curled around the petname he gave her, the delicious verbal brand he burned into her neck. “But a confession isn’t going to let you off the hook; admitting fault is merely the first step in taking responsibility.” Ann couldn’t reply even if she wanted to. In a mere few seconds after his reprimand, his fingers found her snatch again, taking only another moment before the plunged inside of her. “Aughnn! ” And plunged in again, and again, Akira making sure that her swollen clit felt every single push of his hands as he began to pin her to the wall with the three fingers that began to fuck her in earnest. With her hands still painfully bound above her, she had no choice but to let the exclamations of her bliss echo and triplicate within the walls of the shed. Through her cloudy tear-stained eyes, Ann saw slits of light near the ceiling. Openings to the outside world. Would anyone hear her? Would someone walking by catch them? Or possibly...walk in on them? The prospect was terrifying, especially when considering the fact that Akira hadn’t even bothered to pick a section of the wall positioned behind any tall stored goods. But not only that… the prospect just made the ordeal more exciting, more hot . Akira was glaring at her, lips glued in that ever-present grin. He reveled in the sight of her like this with those pouty lips agape, her eyes that were usually distant or defiant gazing at him in a tearful plead. She was a puppet. A goddamn sock around his fingers. Every limb, every inch of her nubile frame was vulnerable to his fingers, the fingers he kept pounding into her, the fingers that stretched out her tight, suffocating pussy, coaxing out more quim to soak her shorts, to leak down her smooth and quivering thighs. As restricted as she was, Ann’s legs and her hips erratically shifted and thrust, her knees feeling like jelly. She was moaning so wantonly already, begging, begging for Akira. Not for him to stop, God forbid. But not begging for him to keep going either. She was just begging. She knew he loved every second of her pleads, and as her hips found some sort of coordination in her lustful delirium, thrusting into Akira’s continuous, incessant fingerblasting, she knew she loved it too. She loved being put in her place, being taken down a notch and stepped on. But most of all, feeling tears roll down her cheeks as her body writhed in a squirming sexual mess as Akira’s eyes pinned her down harder than the strong hand on her wrists, Ann knew she loved when Akira did it to her. Her tongue was pathetically beckoning for his mouth, desperate to reach out to the last resort to shut her up from moaning so damn loud. But he only let it wag, let it flop as she kept jolting, shivering around his touch. Her clit felt as large as a swollen thumb, the nerves so wound up and sensitive that all it took was a few rough toggling swirls of Akira’s thumb before Ann felt her entire being tighten up, coiling up for an inevitable release. Akira’s fingers kept pounding into her folds, regardless of how tightly they suddenly clenched. “Akiraughnn…! Ahnn...AHHN!!! ”   Ann came in a violent succession of shudders, her entire body quaking as she squirted hot quim all over Akira’s hands. He grinned widely, enjoying her squeals, enjoying how he hiccuped and choked on air, on her own spittle. He gave no quarter; his fingers kept pistoning into her, and worst of all, his thumb kept roughly pressing into her clit. At this point Ann usually would have clenched the cheap love hotel sheets with all the strength she could muster, maybe her legs would lock behind Akira’s driving hips, or her nails would claw into his back. Unfortunately, as the third and the fourth consecutive orgasm ripped through her in a crashing, vicious tide, she didn’t possess any such luxury-her only sense of respite was the painful burying of her nails into her palms, the wet squeeze of her eyelids. Her body squirmed and seized like a fish on a hook, and she knew Akira was loving every second of her torture. Her nerves were fried, she felt as if she couldn’t feel anything other than the burning white-hot heat expunged through her loins, deadening all of her other senses. She didn’t even know when Akira had stopped his assault, or even when her orgasms had ceased tearing through her shuddering frame with reckless abandon, but when her eyes opened again, her head was tilted backwards, following the arc of her spine. She was sweating harder than she was at P.E., Akira’s excited hot breaths accentuated on the wetness of her neck. Weakly she let her head droop forward. Post-orgasmic shudders quaked through her in miniature convulsions. For the first time since their crashing entrance into the shed, Akira granted her some mercy. He allowed a minute for her to catch her breath. Watching her with keen eyes as she composed herself best he could. When those eyes of hers, submissive and dark, looked up at his when she gained enough strength to bring her head upright, he pointedly brought the hand that had brought her to this state to his lips. He paid no mind to how the quim webbing on his fingers steamed up the lenses of his glasses, and with slow, deliberate sucks, he let his lips clean every single digit of his sticky hand, making a show of his tongue curling up the scraps from his palm. Then, Akira gave her one last malicious smile, before unpinning her arms. All at once, Ann felt as if all of her weight returned to her. She didn’t realize just how hard Akira had restrained her to the wall with just his one arm, and with her knees still pathetically like jelly, it was all she could do not to collapse onto the shed’s concrete floor like a ton of bricks. However, what she did instead wasn’t far off, as she crumpled at his feet, legs splayed. She could feel her quim squelch through her shorts once her ass hit the ground, and she looked up at him expectantly. The sight of her roused Akira more than any of Ann’s teases during class. Her eyes just beckoned for him, twinkling in a vulnerable teary blue, her breasts heaving with her desperate breaths, wet and swelling pointedly under the hastily-bunched shirt, her legs splayed out so unceremoniously on either side of her a sure sign of her utter submission, the ash blonde pigtails so innocently flowing down her shoulders juxtaposing the slut he had turned her into. He almost groaned when he took notice of the small rivulet of her quim leaking past her left thigh. And within the span of a few moments, Akira’s hands roughly pushed down his shorts and underwear in one motion, his cock springing up eagerly, face-level with Ann’s wide eyes. He grinned when he saw her scoot over to his throbbing prick without him even asking, watching her pant at the sight of it, taking it in her fingers, the product of her orchestrated teases. Then, “Now that we both know what you did, and why you did it, it’s time for you to fix it, slut.” Not another moment was wasted, and Ann’s lips pushed forth obediently, mouth opening to compensate for the size of Akira’s cock. She had done this before, of course, but today she needed to make sure she did it well enough to please him, to ease that fire that flared through his fogged lenses as he peered down at her, like a sadistic tamer. His taste was thick, filling her nostrils and suffocating her tastebuds. It was just how she liked it. The flavor of Akira drowned her, spurring on her progress as she moved forward, inch by inch. Soft fingers guided him into her, making sure that nothing slipped, that the only place his manhood was going was directly towards the back of her willing mouth. Her tongue jutted out ever-so- slightly, wet with anticipant saliva that she slathered on the bottom of his prick, adding a sheen of her lust, marking the meat as her own to devour. The more she took into her cheeks, the more she salivated, more dribble pooling at the back of her throat, her tongue pressed to her bottom jaw as Akira pulsed between her teeth, hot. In no time at all the head of his lust kissed the entrance of her throat, its urethra slipping past her uvula in a lewd embrace of spittle and precum. She didn’t swallow his whole length, not with just her mouth. So without even pulling back, her thin and wet lips still firmly gripping his length, Ann pushed her head forward, feeling his head throb and throb as it squeezed tightly past the entrance to her throat. Akira groaned, the grin on his face softening to one of bliss as Ann expertly took his eager prick without a single gag. He had taught her well. He gazed down at her, his chest heaving. Deeper and deeper, Ann accomodated him. A slight bulge of his cock pushed from the skin of her throat like an Adam’s apple, and he enjoyed seeing it pulse. Soon her lips were kissing his crotch, and she rested like that, cheeks concaved, eyes still peering up at him for approval that he had yet to give. Then, she pulled back. “Ch-Christ ,” Akira said in a low hiss. His hands at his sides, he gripped tight at the sensation of his cockhead scraping past the heavenly tightness of her throat, feeling every blissful inch of hot inner flesh threatening to suck out his load then and there. He gripped tighter still when Ann, the fucking minx, applied the knowledge of previous sessions to her tongue, getting creative with how she swirled hungrily around its pulsing nerves. She never let the head of his cock out of her throat, as she sucked it in again, reveling in how she made Akira sigh wantonly, finding herself growing wet at how she could feel every tremor of his pleasure-ridden body through the meat she stuffed herself with. Soon enough, Ann established a rhythm. Her hands were clutching at his thighs now as she brought her head forward and back, expertly directing the inhales of oxygen down airways that weren’t constricted with Akira’s lust. Strings of her saliva and the spurts of precum that were regurgitated back out through her lips wetly clung to Akira’s cock with every backwards pull of Ann’s clinging lips, her face catching them when her head thrust forward again and again. Soon clear strings were sloppily dripping down her chin, hotly staining her skin, splattering onto the concrete or staining the skin of her breasts whenever they swung forward in a particularly eager plunge. Ann’s eagerness was a mere reflection of her growing lust. This was exactly the result she wanted when she made the impulsive decision that morning to forgo her brasserie. Akira’s taste, his very essence dripping and sopping her cheeks. Her moans weren’t just an expression of the fire in her loins, of how her core churned and eagerly awaited her throat’s pulsing visitor, she knew whatever she expressed vocally as she shoved Akira into her esophagus would echo into his prick in a maddening tingle. And sure enough, the more she moaned, the more she hummed in naughty trills through her nostrils, the more Akira followed suit. Sloppy wet squelches of his meat jammed into Ann’s neck resounded in the shed, and Akira found himself growing just as loud. His hands were at her hair now, taking note of her hairclip that remained, neat and snug in her ashy blonde waves. He dug into her scalp, encouraging her to go faster. He felt the bubbling of saliva at her lips, felt her struggling to hold in all of the run- off precum and drool, but he didn’t care. The more he heard the sound of their impromptu fellatic coupling, the more he...encouraged her, the more his hands dug into her scalp, pushing her into his crotch. Sticky, viscous strings were splattering now, sticking to Ann’s cheeks, rolling down her neck, her breasts wet with stray lines of dribble-addled precum. Ann’s hands dug into Akira’s ass now, nails gripping as she brought him into her face deeper, as her pace grew faster. Even in her experience, she couldn’t help but gag during the ordeal, especially when Akira grabbed her hair in earnest, and his hips began thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into her face. Her nose and lips began crashing into his crotch as Akira used her head as his personal onahole, reveling in the hot asphyxiation of her throat gripping his cock while that very same cock literally asphyxiated her with every wanton roll of his hips. “Takethis, Ann, takeall of it! ” Akira’s growling was barely audible now as the smacking and the slurping sloshes of how hard he fucked her throat continued. He couldn’t pull away from Ann’s mouth even if he tried (the tight grip of her arms around his ass, pulling her into her face ensured that). It was sinfully delightful, how he violated her, incessantly stuffing her face with him as hard as he could without any single regard to how she felt, knowing only that having her slurp and choke on him like this was undeniable proof that Ann was all his, all his to unload everything his shoulders and his loins were burdened with. It only took one final look at Ann, with her eyes peering up at his through tears strained through effort, ever blue and eager before his balls finally clenched and- “Ann… ” Her name was the last thing uttered from Akira’s lips before his shoved her face into the hair of his crotch, completely engulfing his cock into her throat. He came as violently as he had treated her mouth, wads of hot sticky spunk barreling down her throat, spurting from his cock in thick viscous ropes. Spurt after spurt spurred Akira to keep his hips in motion, small rolls into the head he gripped white-knuckle. Ann struggled to gulp all of it down, but didn’t protest, didn’t push back, not even when she began to truly choke and sputter with her face full of manmeat, semen bubbling and spurting out of her nostrils. Akira, oblivious, shut his eyes at the pure delirious bliss of it all, of feeling Ann still dedicatedly sucking him, emptying him of his semen as he kept cumming, filling her stomach, and, as he pulled back, filling her mouth. Strings of cum followed his cock’s exit, trailing down Ann’s chin, gathering in small splotches that pooled on her breasts . Ann finally gasped through her throat for the first time in what felt like hours, coughing, choking, dollops of white semen regrettably splattering from her lips onto the ground, dollops she tried to desperately scoop up and swallow after she made sure the main load Akira pulsed into her was safely deposited inside her stomach. Ann sat there, panting but simultaneously cleaning herself of Akira’s essence, sucking on her fingers, swiping the stains of white on her skin, on the ground, getting every last drop down her gullet. The sight made excited Akira, seeing Ann so thirsty for him, so utterly and unabashedly hungry for his spunk. He watched her like that for a bit, leaning against a locker next to him, feeling himself grow harder at the sight of her cleaning cum off her skin like a grooming cat. It didn’t take long for her to finish, and it didn’t take long for her eyes to find his, desperate again. To his delighted surprise her hands grabbed her sweaty shirt, tossing it aside. He heard the hairpin on her head clatter onto the concrete, bit his lip at the sight of her waxed pussy, wet and ready for him to ravage. Then, “I-I’m sorry for pulling something like that on you,” Ann said in a coo. She then leaned onto the wall behind her and spread her wet, wet lips, showing him how her pink folds pulsed and eagerly awaited him. “Why don’t we take the rest of the day off so you can make sure that I make it up to you..? No other words were needed before he was upon her. The next few hours saw this punishment, this reckless debauchery continue without respite. Akira didn’t relent in his punishment of his little minx, and Ann, utterly giddy at the unprecedented success of her plan,  allowed him to ravage her in any way he saw fit. ===============================================================================   The sunlight streaming through the shed’s openings and doorway was orange now. There was the telltale echo of the schoolbell, signifying the end of that day’s lessons. Most students were eager to leave campus, others eager to meet with their respective clubs. But two exceptions stayed behind in the physical education shed in the corner of campus, their moans and wanton squeals echoing in the thin walls as loudly as they had been hours earlier. Both of their bodies are doused in sweat at this point, naked sans Akira’s glasses, wet with the condensation of their vigorous fucking. Ann’s voice is noticeably hoarse as she comes down from a particularly rough orgasm, her nails almost breaking, clutching onto the stack of mats Akira had shoved her onto a few minutes earlier. Their thighs clapped together in a fast, careless rhythm as thick wads of spunk spurted out from Ann’s abused folds, semen webbing between their legs, ropes of it staining her perky ass that clapped against Akira’s hard drives, small puddles of it staining several areas of the ground around them. The air was thick, pungent with the prominent scent of sweat and cum, of sex. Akira dug his hands further down into Ann’s hips, feeling himself tighten up as he let out the last barrage of thrusts, racing towards his final load. He watched intently at how much of his cum spurted out from her, splattering between them, how one of his loads on her back rolled down her skin with her sweat. Then, for good measure Akira reached out for Ann’s pigtails that miraculously still remained intact, and pulled, arching her back, hearing the slut scream one last time before- “Fuck!!! ” Another several ropes of his cum spurted into her overflowing womb. He felt her pussy clench around him eagerly, seeing his products instantly spurting out of her onto the ground in thick strands of white, staining the floor, running down her legs and leaking down his balls as it bubbled out. Akira panted, falling back unceremoniously onto his ass, one of the shed’s mats cushioning his fall. Now uncorked, gaping and raw without his cock to fill it, Ann’s snatch pulsed and spurted out the cumulative cum of previous loads in a continuous, bubbling stream. With Ann exhausted and shivering in a post-coital delirium, her body strewn onto the stack of mats, cushioned by her breasts, Akira could watch the sight of his work, of his red hand-marks adorning her ass, of the many rivulets of thick cum running down her legs, of her puckered ass lewdly spurting out little dribbles of his deposited seed. The sight should have roused him, but alas, Akira was done showing Ann her place that day. A few minutes more and the two lay together, still wet against the mats, heated by each other’s warmth. Ann’s lips were against his neck when words that didn’t involve the pleading of more cock, of more cum were finally uttered. “So I guess the Mementos raid tonight is called off?” Hearing her voice, hoarse but still a little teasing, prompted Akira to shift his head so he could look at her. Despite the abuse he had given her, with her disheveled hair, the mascara that trailed in thin black lines down her cheeks, the puffiness of her lips, Ann was as beautiful as he had first taken her all those weeks ago...and as eager as she was earlier that afternoon, with that minxish grin, and those dainty fingers softly cupping his balls. He gave her a soft kiss, feeling the embers inside of him grow hotter. He answered with a grin that was just as soft, sharing a knowing look with her; they both knew that later that night, the only thing Akira would be raiding was staring right back at him. “Nah,” he said, grinning wider at Ann’s bemused furrow of her brow. “It’s still on. But it’ll just be two of us, scouting out the upper levels. Because I think a certain Joker and a certain Miss Panther need to get a little bit better acquainted…” Ann wasn’t catching on too well, her look still one of bemusement. “Fucking. Mementos. Skintight suits,” he said, breaking character. “Oh…! ...yes. Yeah, let’s do that.” Shadows could always wait.  Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Eli, OC] Some Vigorous De-Stressing ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary Eli Ayase is the perfect role model, the cream of the crop of Otonokizaka. But once the pressures of that life doubles up with the trials of her budding idol career, the girl has to find a way to de- stress. Just a mindless distraction to forget about all of that for a few hours at a time. ...and what better way to forget than to fool around with a tall, dark stranger? Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes    Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== Some Vigorous De-Stressing by WaddleBuff ===============================================================================       (sauce) ♪  ===============================================================================    “You come here often, blondie?” Eli shifted in her seat to look at him, the surly man who had rested his hand on her bare shoulder. It was spring and warming up considerably, but of course, that was far from the reason she was wearing her light and tight blue tank top that accentuated her cleavage and the smooth skin of her bare shoulders, nor the frayed denim short shorts that almost rode up the cheeks of her ass. And definitely not why she wore the sultry smile she emulated from JAV’s and Western pornos that she had vigorously studied. She took a once-over at the man, the second one she had given him that night; she had singled him out the moment she had strutted into the bar, noting his large frame and relatively-handsome face compared to the diminutive pock-faced, jagged-toothed salarymen she was used to. At this distance, the appeal of his face was made more prominent, amongst other things that had that smile of hers turn genuine. He looked about in his mid-30s, tan, very built. Most likely a construction grunt, blue-collar since he was probably a teen, the wear showing in the weathered lines of his face and the calloused fingers that were now pressing against her soft skin. She could see the outline of his lean, work- built muscle through his tight shirt, smell the musk of his skin and the alcohol on his breath. Eli’s eyes flicked to his left hand, noting the distinct tanline of a missing ring, but that detail was soon forgotten her eyes flicked again, this time to the prominent bulge of his cargo shorts. He would do. He would do very nicely. “Does it...look like I do?” The older man chuckled. “Blondie, you’re sticking out like a sore thumb. I doubt any of the horny bastards that have been leering at you all night could ever be lucky enough to find a piece of work like you at anyof the joints in the red light district down the block.” Eli snickered. “Well, thank you.” The man helped himself to the stool next to her. She made no move to stop him. He was gruff. But he had manners, as evidenced by the hand at her shoulder only stayingon her shoulder until he withdrew it. Manners aside, he was still unabashed in his advances, what with those eyes drinking in the sight of her skin without any semblance of an attempt to hide his intent. They lingered now on her arms, probably transfixed in the way her skin seemed to glow a faint gold in the bar’s lighting. Eli shifted forward against the bar, making a show of pushing her supple breasts against her arm. Subtly, of course. “So what’s your story?” Eli said, finally taking a sip of the beer she had neglected for the past half hour, mostly for the sake of image. A small drop of brew slipped past her lips, and she let it roll past her chin before catching it with a napkin. The man shrugged. “Just got done with a contract job. Maybe you’ve seen it: the new Nakatomi building a few blocks north of here. So me and the boys decided to have a little fun.” “And...where are your boys?” Eli asked coyly, although she was fully aware where they were: gone. They had made quite the ruckus exiting the little establishment, one of them going as so far as to clap the older man on the back as an obvious gesture of good luck, leaving said older man alone to approach her. He grinned, matching the look in Eli’s eye. He knew the game, hell, he most definitely had years’ worth of experience over hers. What was important was that it was clear both of them were playing, something Eli kept acknowledging as the seconds ticked by with small gestures, like the way her finger drew circles with water on the bar’s woodgrain surface. “Went on ahead without me. Thought I’d stay behind, give a girl who looked lonely a little company.” “How do you know she’s lonely? What if she was here for the liquor? The older man chuckled. His laugh was mature and deep in a way that made Eli’s core tingle. She bit her lip, raising her full glass of beer to her mouth again to punctuate her previous remark. “Then I’d tell her she came to a really shittyplace for liquor. Plus," he looked her up and down, pointedly, from her bare calves to her attentive eyes. "I'd tell her she looks a bit too young to be drinking anyway. Besides, people come here for different reasons.” “Such as?” The older man shifted a little forward, his hand dangerously close to hers on the bar. “Forgetting things, for one. But most of the time, just to look for a good time.” Eli was getting too excited, and as she had learned with previous men, it was when her heart was pounding the most and when her prey started closing in that she knew it was safe to cut the bullshit. The older man’s eyes were dark now, and again he let his eyes very blatantly grope the young curves her tank top didn’t bother hiding. “Then...what if that girl asked you to show her one?” It was the older man’s turn to bite his lip. He shook his head. “I’d ask that girl if her parents knew she was out.” Eli closed the distance between their hands, drawing a wet line across the top of his fingers, leading right down the guilty digit that lay between his middle and his pinky. She giggled. “And what if that girl replied and asked if your wifeknew you were out?” Eli said, husky and looking at him with eyes that were incredibly dangerous. “If she knew you wanted to give a stranger a good time?” Eli saw his fingers dig into the wood, and the grin on his face grow wider. “Then I’d tell the girl the wife is back home, not here, in this bar, like we are.” A tense silence. Eli absentmindedly drew circles on the skin of his large hand now. The older man was the first to chuckle, letting out an exhale as if he was holding in a breath. “Maybe we’ve got off on the wrong foot. People come here to forget, right? So let’s just start over: my name’s-” Eli shot her hand up to his lips, effectively silencing him. She giggled again, finding herself almost short of breath. They needed to get out of here. Now. “We’ve gotten off...perfectly, actually,” Eli said, standing from her stool, and made her way towards the nearby exit, expertly sliding the hand on his lips down his chest, subtly pressing it against his upper thigh. She was behind him now, and she pointedly pressed herself against his back, and moved that hand right on the bulge that was definitely a lot firmer than she had last seen it. “...and maybe we’d do it even better in the love hotel down the street.” Not another word. A wooden scrape of the stool against the floor, and the older man took her by the hand, leading Eli exactly to where she had wanted since she walked into that bar, several trainstops and several neighborhoods away from Otonokizaka, μ's, the student council, drama, her life. The older man had hit the nail on the head: people came to that bar, that area of Tokyo to forget. And that was exactly what Eli wanted. Ever since she had accepted Honoka’s invitation to be a part of Otonokizaka’s official school idol group, her life’s responsibilities had doubled. On top of being a model student and a student council president, Eli was now an idol, an idol in a group that was entirely self-sufficient with no manager, meaning most of the nitty-gritty was thrust upon her lap, seeing how she was the most capable and the smartest and the most responsible and- ...and sometimes, that noise of being a perfect student and a perfect idol just needed to go away. She was leading a double life now, and the pressures of that double life had necessitated the introduction of a third. One where she was a faceless, unabashed slut, strutting around in a neighborhood a few turns away from the red light district. It didn’t matter how she had come up with such an idea, because after the fourth or fifth time of letting herself become vulnerable to the horned-up, pent-up men of the night, Eli found that there absolutely nothing in this world that kept herself from crumbling under the weight of so much pressure than to fill her nights with mindless, body-racking pleasure. Pleasure she was positive this older man would provide in spades as he pressed up against her, her lower back smashing into the room’s wall. “Mmmfph!” Eli moaned, her voice muffled with his lips. As soon as the door locked shut behind them, he had shoved her against the nearest wall. Right down to business: just the way Eli liked it. God, what a catch. He was every bit a man as Eli had hoped. His hands and the way his mouth dominated hers was as gruff as his demeanor, the taut, packed lines of his muscles rippling in her hands as she lifted his shirt, breaking only a moment from his mouth to throw it aside. When their lips reconnected, his tongue impatiently shoved past her teeth, and Eli’s own tongue eagerly made its acquaintance in hot, wet swirls, her lips sucking against his assault. She squeaked when the man’s hand squeezedher through her jean shorts, prompting her to wrap one of her long legs around his waist, pulling him in, forcing him to rub that bulge against her crotch. He did so, but only after he unzipped his cargo shorts with one hand, prompting Eli to unbutton her short shorts moments before their undergarments roughly kissed once his hips shoved into hers. He kept a hand under her thigh, gripping the flesh as he began rolling into her, shoving her entire body up and down that wall like he was already inside her. Both of them shared groans, some open mouthed with tongues entangled, most muffled with each other’s lips. He kept heaving in to her, sparking delicious and frustrating friction between the layers of fabric that kept his pulsing arousal from hers. Eli moaned out louder once the hand holding her up at her thigh shifted upwards, closer to her ass. Impatiently, her own hands grabbed his left, shoving it under her tank top onto her breast. She squealed when that hand subsequently shoved aside the bra in its way, fingers digging into its skin as her nipple made friction of its own on his palm. Her next moan met the air, the man’s tongue slipping out of her lips with a slurp. Strings of their oral union dribbled onto her chin, some landing onto her neck. A particularly hard thrust scraped his clothed dick in justthe right way against her, and she whimpered a curse in Russian. She opened her eyes then, trying to focus on his face as he looked at her like she was a piece of ripe fruit, her body still rocking up and down with his huge erection giving her a taste of what was to come. He smiled at her then, breathing hot, heavy breaths onto her face. “You a tourist, blondie?” The question took her off-guard, what with the way his hand switched between her breasts in lavishing gropes, treating her pebbly pink nipples with rough and adoring pinches, and his other hand seemingly trying to dig its way through the denim of her short shorts. “N-No,” she said, letting out another moan through a bitten lip. “So you live here. High school?” Unable to formulate an answer due to the way he accompanied the question with a finger wriggling at her ass, Eli merely nodded with a whimper. She was getting annoyed. Her eyes pointedly glared with frustration at his lips to express it. “What year, blondie?” “Are you here to ask me questions or are you here to fuck my brains out?” Eli said, spitting out the words before resigning to an elongated groan. She was a horny, wet mess, what with this bastard teasing her like this. Men would usually try and rip her clothes off and just take her as soon as her pussy was in view, but this older man seemed to be more of a gentleman. To hell with gentlemen; right now, she really needed someone who was more of the horned-up surly type. Before she started reconsidering if this was the right man for the job, the man chuckled and said, “Point taken,” before once again closing the gap between their lips. That was more like it. Eli suckled and lashed out with her tongue again, feeling his own hot swirls, tasting the alcohol that still laced his saliva. He slipped out of her mouth again, more saliva sloppily dripping between them. She gasped, her skin prickling at the feeling of his stubble against her neck. He kissed it, fluttering wet heat to cover the goosebumps, to clean up the collecting beads of sweat. A small jingle of buttons and a buckle hit the floor, the man successfully slipping out of his shorts completely, stepping out of it the moment it pooled around his ankles. With his hand firmly grasping her ass, he repositioned a bit, making sure every strike of his hips had his clothed cock rubbing the exposed “v” of her navy blue panties. He began to thrust in earnest, rocking Eli’s body even further, making her moan louder. Air-conditioned air acquainted themselves to her breasts once he roughly bunched her bra and shirt above them, but their cold embrace melted as soon as his hand started groping again, as soon as his lips suckled on her teat. Eli brought her hand to the back of his head, bringing her other to her mouth, something for her teeth to bite, something for her moans to be hampered by since they were becoming incessantly rowdy. She felt him all over her now as he groped and explored her in earnest. He slathered her tit with his tongue, that hungry mouth of his pressing against her skin, sniffing, biting, kissing its way up and down her neck. She grew to love the way his stubble dug into her soft skin, as much as she loved the way his hand manhandled her chest. Her lips puckered to nothingness once that very same hand grabbed the hand nestled there, pinning it above her head. The move was so swift and her mind was so clouded with how wet she was that she didn’t have time to question it, only groan out at the sensation of the man shoving his face into her exposed armpit. He sniffed greedily, lewdly exhaling breath into the sensitive region. Eli tried to say something to stop him, blushing furiously, but his tongue carpeted the shaved little nook all the same, shining it with his drool as he kissed and opened his mouth wider, lapping at the skin over and over. Eventually Eli obediently raised her other arm, letting it be pinned with her other wrist to expose the untouched pit beneath. The older man’s lips were upon it in seconds, and she gave in to the alien sensation, his tongue drawing circles and his teeth nibbling. Soon both of her armpits shining with a sheen of saliva, red with small bite marks. Strands of her blonde stuck to her face now. She had worked up a considerable sweat, and he hadn’t even entered her, not even with a fin- Her legs were suddenly dropped to the ground, and as if he read her mind, the older man’s hand grabbed the denim of her frayed jean shorts, and pulled. Eli aided him with a little wiggling of her legs, letting the fabric finally reach the ground. She kicked it away, limply, squealing as those fat fingers of his started schlicking her, running over her slick and hot folds for but an instant before he was plunging inside, thumb rubbing against her clit. She squealed again, pain flowering blissfully through her skin as he left her a hickey. Her hands found purchase on the muscle of his broad, hard shoulders. She realized exactly how wet she was as he kept shoving his fingers into her willing pussy, feeling the rivulets of her nectar streaming down her legs, dampening her panties. It didn’t take long before she came, crumpling and tensing up as if being sucked inside of herself as her core rippled and convulsed along with her. She squirted out heat in sticky cloudy streams, cumming harder than she thought she would from a minute of rough fingerblasting. She panted, squealing against him, nuzzling her nose into his neck, breathing in his musk deep and biting into his impenetrable skin. When it was all over, she realized he had taken his hand out from her panties. She looked up at him, gratefully kissing him back when his lips slipped wetly over hers. She felt the tease of a man slip his fingers into her panties again, but she pushed him back before he could do anything more. She had had enough of his accommodating. She needed his cock. Eli made that fact known by stepping forward, roughly kissing him on the lips, pushing in her tongue as her hand carelessly slipped past the band of his boxers, giving his engorged dick a few strokes, exhaling excitedly at the sheer size and girth of his experienced, mature little monster. Once she felt a spurt of his precum stain her hand, she stepped back. Her eyes were the same dangerous ones she had given him back at the bar, but they didn’t sparkle their usual blue. They were as dark as they were needy, horny and almost black. She kicked off her boots, making a show of stepping back onto the room’s single bed draped in the usual pink sheets. Her arms crossed in front of her, grabbing her tank top, lifting it up and over her head, breasts giving a little bounce before the fabric was tossed aside to the ground. They lifted again, giving him ample view of the cleanly shaved armpits and the supple breasts he loved so much, fingers deftly unclasping her frilly navy blue bra. She tossed that carelessly away too, joining her denim shorts, her tank top. Finally, her thumbs clasped inside her panties, shoving them down over her long legs. She was naked now aside from the scrunchy that held her hair up, completely bare and ready for him to ravage her. The older man’s eyes hungrily drank her in, and she gleefully let every curve of hers glow bare for him in the dim lamplight. She smiled widely before giving him a bit of a show, biting her lip and running her hands from her neck, all the way down to her wet, shaved, eager pussy in a sultry little dance that had her waist swirling. Eli saw the effect it had on him as he slowly approached and she was absolutely in love with the way he looked at her, not as a figure or a role model or even a human, but a potential toy for him to fuck and pump his lust into. Quickly in the back of her mind she considered the fact that maybe if this idol hobby didn’t pan out, she could take up stripping. The line of thought fizzled out as it was replaced by the throbbing need for her to have sex, and soon her sluttish show ended with her crawling onto the bed. Her arousal dripped onto the sheets, staining them along her progress towards the pillows. She rolled onto her side then, looking like an utter minx, wide eyes burning into the older man coyly, her right hand gripping the sheets in anticipation as her left dug into the soft flesh of her asscheek, pulling at it as if it were a veil, accentuating the pink, swollen lips of her pussy that kept leaking, leaking, leaking her horniness all over thigh. She knew the sight of a blonde teenage slut offering herself like that would crack just about anyone, and she wanted this man in particular to crack, to break, with the express intent to break and destroy her.And just for emphasis, her voice crackled in a deep, husky lust, “Voydi v menya, stranger…” “And what does that mean?” “It means I want you insideme, mister. No more games, I just want you to fuck me.” The man smiled at that, casually shoving his boxers off his body to join her pile of discarded articles, smile broadening when her wide eyes grew wider at the sight of engorged prick, long, throbbing, pointed slightly upwards with its shiny head dripping drops of anticipant precum. “Horosho…” She couldn’t keep her eyes away; he way that cock of his stood proudly, gleaming in all of its veiny, pulsing glory, she could only clench the sheets tighter, dig her fingers into her ass deeper, just thinking of how it would stretch her out. The springs of the bed below squealed once the older man followed Eli onto it, his knee making a large indent on the sheets. Eli breathed hard, biting her lip at the muscle he packed. Christ, he was a catch. No, if he fucked as good as he looked, he might be thecatch. The moments it took for him to get to her as he crawled towards her sopping pussy like some sort of king predator made her wet, hotter than ever. And to her gleeful surprise, he did exactly what she wanted once those calloused hands of his touched her skin: Eli could only gasp a long elated breath when he grabbed her ankle, propped her leg up against his chest, and with perfect aim, shovedhis fat cock into the folds of her gaping pussy. She shuddered in pure bliss at how he stretched her, how every inch he pushed into her tightness seemed to fill her in places she didn’t even know existed. It didn’t take long until the older man was fully sheathed, and not long until snapped his hips back and shoved himself in again. And as he began cycling through the agelong routine, grunting at just how tightly she sucked him, he smiled again. “You asked for this, blondie.” To Eli’s shock, he suddenly started going at her, hard. Her entire frame rocked, and rocked. Both of her hands were now clutching the same spot on the sheets. There wasn’t time for her to really adjust fully before their skin began to slap audibly, skin kissing like clapping hands, reaching down her throat and ripping out her moans. The pace of his thrusting grew ever-faster once he got accustomed to how she clutched at him, how her pink fleshy walls seemed to grip him with no intent of letting him go. “Christ, you really are still in high school,” the older man said, effort in every syllable as his thrusts kept trying to loosen her up. He made several more comments about how tight she was, how her teenage pussy needed a good fucking, how he was going to stretch it out before the night was over, until he slowly began to completely replace his words with primal grunts, and soon, he was fucking her, his engorged head scraping sparks of pleasure with every thrust. Eli looked at him with desperate eyes, urging him to go at her harder. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, for they were redundant; the way her body glowed a moist gold, beads of sweat beginning to accentuate her curves, smooth skin shuddering with every thrust were enough for him to begin pounding her without relent. The older man himself began to sweat, his hungry cock plundering her tight young body with no intent of stopping until he stuffed her, and stuffed her good. His hands repositioned her, dragging her a bit as he brought her leg closer to him, her thigh pressing against his abdomen, her left calf dangling on his shoulder. With every drive of his hips, Eli’s breasts started swaying in their own rhythm, luscious and firm tits suddenly turned into a blur. She came without her expecting it, squirting ropes of her quim onto the bedsheets, her snatch clutching at him tighter, trying to slow him. Fortunately for both of them, her body’s attempts had no effect on the older man, and he kept pounding her into the bed, harder, faster. The skin on the bottom of her thigh clapped loudly against the firm muscle of his chest, slapping, slapping with every heave. There wasn’t any control in the way he dug into her, only lust, only a man trying to get off, and she could only rock along for the ride as she tensed up, feeling her body betray her intent to enjoy this for as long as she can, and came again, more of her lust spilling from her folds, leaving her gasping, leaving her near-screaming as the older man kept fucking her on her side. He suddenly began grunting furiously, bringing her body into his, clutching onto her raised leg tightly. He brought one of his hands to her swollen nub of a clit, and plucked, rubbed furiously, playing her entire vulnerable body as if she was his soft and fleshy double bass. It wouldn’t take long at all before she would cum again, squirting unabashedly, screaming breathless as her mind untangled and fell apart, just the way she loved it. Then, she heard him groan, loud, shuddering, and gasped when she felt the monster inside her began to pulse, more engorged than it ever was while it was digging into her. Seconds later, she let out a whimper, eyes rolling in delirium at the sensation of heat splashing, shooting into her womb, stickiness coating her inner sanctum, spurting out back into her walls. That welcome sensation of being filled, creampied to the brim, numbed her from the nails that the man dug into her thigh, something she only noticed when the lazy rolling of his hips stopped, and his cum started lewdly spurting out from her pussy. To her surprise, there was so much of his hot cream that more spurted out in a small blossom of white, stray strands and dollops of spunk landing around the skin of her crotch. (sauce) The older man set her down on her back, pulling out of her and letting more thick wads of his cum stumble out of her puffy pink folds, staining her ass in their hot viscidness. He was panting, sweat accentuating the muscles he had just strained to stuff Eli to the best of his ability. Eli adjusted herself, breathing hard and catching her breath for the first time in several minutes as she looked at him with a teasing grin. The strands of her hair that weren’t done up in her ponytail lazily stuck to her shoulders with sweat. She was impressed and disappointed all at once; she didn’t know it was even possible to cum that much, but she also never fucked a man who came thatquickly. Then again, maybe she shouldn’t have had such high expectations for a horny middle-aged married man. “So you’re a quickshot.” The man looked back at her with a bite of the lip. “Unfortunately so, blondie…” Eli was going to degrade him a bit more, her fingers ready to plunge into her cum-filled folds to get herself off a few more times before she would leave him here, sweaty and spent, but suddenly her elbows gave out, and she was staring at the ceiling, and her back was dragged across the dampening sheets. Before she could see what the older man was doing, she could only squeal, feeling the cum lining her walls squelching, feeling her inner seams pushed out to almost tear. The bastard was still hard as a rock, and with those strong arms, he had grabbed her waist with his arms beneath her legs, and slammed her onto his crotch. He grinned at her again. “...but that doesn’t mean I’m even closeto being done showing you a good time.” Eli looked at him with wild eyes, ready to retort but the next thing that passed through her lips was her tongue as she screamed while the older man started pounding into her again as if he hadn’t came at all. She, on the other hand, came a few strokes in. The sensation of being dragged like a ragdoll, being forced to accomodate for a cock as large and as insatiable as his was invigorating, liberating in a way nothing else was. Her next orgasms came in a chain of release after release, stacking pleasure on top of mind-melting pleasure. This was it. This was what she had craved,why she had started this depraved form of stress relief. Here, with her heels pointed towards the ceiling and this older stranger pounding away at her with no modicum of moderation, Eli had no obligations, no image to uphold. There was no administrative role, no need for her to act mature, strict, dignified. All she needed to do was go along for the hard, rough ride, no strings attached. None of the men she opened her legs to, the men she sucked off, the men she allowed to absolutely pound her against the thin walls and cheap mattresses of the numerous love hotels she’d been acquainted with, knew who she was. They didn’t know she was an honor student, a student council president, a busy school idol. And before μ's got any bigger, she was for damn sure going to take advantage of that anonymity. Besides, fucking with no names just made it more exciting. “Harder, mister, fuck me harder!!! ” Eli squealed, reeling from having her nerves bundled up like twine and unraveled just as quickly with every consecutive drive of the man’s hips. “ Oh...trahni menya, please!!! ” She familiarized herself with the placeholder on the older man’s name quickly, yelling out “Mister!” every single time her body began to convulse, shift in pure cathartic bliss. Her fingers were white-knuckle, gripping onto the sheets above her head as tight as they could lest she lost all sense of reality. The older man’s hands gripped just as tight, leaving thick red finger-sized marks on her hips, dragging her with his arms just as hard as his waist heaved and smacked into her with pure lust-driven fervor. Most of her back didn’t even touch the bed at this point, her shoulders being the only anchor against the sheets as she pushed out her ribcage towards the ceiling, breasts swaying violently as she participated in the destruction of her snatch. She could feel the man’s eyes burning into her body, hoping that she was beautiful enough for him, sexy enough for him. All she could focus on was milking him of his cum, clenching tight so he could never want to leave the hot embrace of her slutty little snatch. Sweat streamed down her smooth, supple curves, as much as sweat ran down his taut muscle. Splatters of semen stained their conjoined areas, the previous load almost completely spilled out of her, but it was only a matter of time until it was replaced, preceded again with a shuddering groan and a loud curse. The older man shoved his prick deep as he could, and ropes of his spunk spurted into her again in a thick load. Eli mewled, cumming at the sensation of him pumping his hot cream to fill her up, depositing the heat of his balls into her thirsty womb. She was most likely full at this point, and sure enough most of the man’s load spurted out between them, thick strands of it spilling over her abdomen, painting the skin up to her belly button, globs bubbling out of her adding to the growing puddle of white goop below their bodies. The load continued until the man finally let out one last grunt, spurting out one last rope of spunk before he panted over her. Letting go of Eli’s legs, letting them splay to their sides as more and more whiteness bubbled out between them onto the bed, he leaned forward, encaging her with her arms. His head was directly above her heaving breasts, watching in aroused fascination at the way his sweat splattered onto her nipples, watching intently at her sweat pooling between her tits, streaming down the sides of her body in clear, salty rivulets. Then, he shuffled up a bit until he was above her face. Eli was a mess, a beautiful hot mess, blushing with her dark eyes, blue beneath her partially- closed eyelids, gold of her blonde sticking to her forehead, more of her hair poking out in frayed strands. Her lips beckoned for his, but he wouldn’t entertain her until she caught her breath. He watched her like this, feeling himself swell inside her, enjoyed seeing her mewl and softly whimper. “You still up for more, blondie?” “Yes, please, mister, yes…” Eli said, immediately in a desperate whisper. It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and, with his cock never leaving the snug pocket of her moistness, he leaned in, finally kissing her puckered mouth, his arms encircling her back. In one strong heave, he lifted her, letting her legs lock into place around his waist, sliding her effortlessly onto his rock- hard erection as they made out, passionately swapping dribble with increased passionate fervor. They embraced in each other, with her sitting atop his cock, content on her fleshy throne as this stranger ran his hands all around her bare, vulnerable skin. She pressed her front against him as tight as she could, pillowing her soft breasts against his hard chest, smearing her perspiration to mingle with his. She kissed him hard, suckling on his tongue as if it were oxygen, breaking their liplock to breathe in actual oxygen with their tongues still entwined, swirling greedily, hungrily. Her hips spun in sultry little circles, stimulating the man’s hardness in soft squishing of her inner walls. Eventually, the movements merely made their desire rekindle to a collective flame, and the man’s lips drew back from hers, kissing down her chin to her neck. Greedily he started biting, his hands just as greedily wiping down the skin of her back, fingers clutching the full cheeks of her ass. Eli encouraged him, grinding against him, feeling him grow harder, readier by the second. Soon her hips were rolling in a sensuous swirl and before she knew it they were at it again, her snatch consistently sucking him in with small thrusts, his hands firmly gripping and bringing her into him. The sex continued at a more leisurely pace, the pair content to explore each other’s bodies, pressed up all wet and hot together. The man kept kissing her skin, making Eli mewl every time he intentionally scraped the scratchiness of his stubble against her. His lips made reacquaintance with her breasts. He sucked on them, nibbling in a way that made her hips roll onto his cock a little faster. It was only a matter of time before their lips rejoined, wetly conjoining and locking in delicious smacks of air, more rivulets of saliva down their cheeks, their chins. The lust was fully rekindled now, and before long, Eli was pounding down onto the older man’s lap, smacking her flesh against his, tits bouncing between them. The man kept her face against his. Their heads shifted with every wanton kiss, every lock and slick slide of their tongue, breath making love in their conjoined cheeks. Eli came. It was as sudden as before when he was railing her, but even now as she fucked him at her own pace, that engorged cock of his managed to bring her over the edge without even a warning. “Mister…” she said, voice between a hiss and a whimper, cumming hard around his cock, expunging more quim all over his abdomen. Her hip rolls became slow, juttering twitches as the orgasm elongated, making her tremble and quake at their mercy. Her body melted under the bliss, drowning as the waves of the climax crashed against her like her soft, supple body crashed against the firm firmament of this stranger’s muscle. She was putty in his hands. And he knew it, for as she was still hiccuping curses and moans, the sight galvanized his own hands, his cock still far from satiated. Those hiccups turned to yelps as he grabbed her by the waist, effortlessly lifting her up and dropping her, now making sure she was fucking him at hispace. Within a minute she was slapping against him, she was cumming against him, clutching his moist skin with her nails, clutching his pistoning erection with her snatch. Faster, faster he lifted and dropped her. He seized her mouth with his, sucking on her tongue as hard as he had sucked on her nipples. His kisses were less kisses than they were a devouring of her pretty, young mouth, his tongue unceremoniously swooping into the wet pink cavern between her cheeks, stifling her shameless squeals, her every moan. His hand grabbed her hair impatiently, trying to bring her closer, undoing the ponytail that had bobbed with her breasts, throwing aside the drenched scrunchy. She would cum again and again, and he followed, spilling himself into her even if all of his cum spilled back out, squirting white between them, more of his seed coating her walls, squeezed between his veiny lust and her asphyxiating pussy. Eli didn’t say anything. She didn’t haveanything to say as he wordlessly turned her body around, swiveling her like a toy on a spindle, before he took her legs and raised them, stretching her out nice and wide as he continued fucking her, sliding her smooth back against the hair on his chest. He buried himself in the damp blonde of her hair, breathing in the scent of this slutty girl deeply and eagerly, all while his teeth left marks of lust on her shoulders, his tongue catching streams of sweat that scampered behind that hair. She was putty in his hands. And she loved every goddamned second of it. In her new position, she couldn’t do anything other than enjoy the ride, raising her hands behind her to latch onto his hair. She pulled harshly once her body began to help in her fucking, bouncing up and down, smacking, clapping skin against skin. Cumming and cumming hard. “Fuck, ohf-fuck!!!” Eli squealed with reckless abandon, seeing herself squirt streams of viscous white, staining the tacky pink love hotel sheets all the way to the pillows and the headboard. With her hair loose from their restraint, her long blonde swayed and rocked just as messily, as unbound as her body did. She was moaning louder and more wantonly than she ever had, rubbing her clit and cumming, cumming, cumming again, her entire body quaking and bounding against this stranger’s hard muscle as he fucked her senseless. Beads of sweat rolled down in streams, splattering into the humid air of the room, her neck almost as wet as her inner thighs. It took another look at her connection with this man, at watching her waxed and horny wet snatch swallowing, suckingin this older man’s engorged prick, streams of bubbling spunk scraped out with every hard relentless thrust before Eli realized it: she was addicted. Her hand grabbed the back of the man’s head, gripping hard in his hair to pull his mouth away from her neck, guiding it to her tongue. She sucked on the taste of his mouth like it was hard candy, uncaring of how many strings of saliva fell between their chins. This was the feeling she loved, the feeling she cravedwhenever she was on those long, long train rides to run away from her saccharine, vanilla, innocent life. In all truth, μ's was probably doing fine without her. Even without her little responsibilities, they’d figure out a way. She wasn’t the leader, she wasn’t even a prominent factor of their routines. In all truth, the student council survived without her. She could do the bare minimum and at this point the scare of Otonokizaka shutting down would have done most of the work for her. And in all truth, Eli Ayase wasn’t even stressed. At this point, as the springs of this cheap mattress cried out almost as loudly as she did while the stranger spread her legs wider, clutching her thighs at the junction of his elbows, hugging her to his chest as he thrust, thrust into her while grunting into the back of her sweaty neck with his tongue lavishing her salty skin, all of those things, everything about home was just an excuse, and she knew it. Ways to flimsily justify how much of a slut she was, how much she just wanted to get absolutely plowed. She was addicted, and there was no getting around it. Her thighs were slapping against the older man’s lap harder now, thick goopy strands of cum webbing between their skin, spluttering all over the sheets as Eli started being demolished in earnest; he was going to cum again, she could feel his cock throbbing, swallowing all of his groans, and she couldn’t waituntil she felt that sensation of gooey heat inside of her again. Eli wasn’t pretending to be a slut anymore to get away for a few nights in a month for some mindless sex: she was a slut who livedfor those few nights a month for mindless sex. It was a precious few hours out of her busy life where all that mattered was how goddamn good it felt to have her insides pummeled, filled with endless amounts of seed barreling into her womb, having so many loads that she could almost feel her inner sanctum swelling, that fat cock of this stranger stirring around the mixed loads like it was fucking womb soup. Nothing in her brain needed to flex or work, the only flexing needed was in the muscles of her body milkingthis older man of his spunk. “I-I love your cock, mister,” Eli said, not thinking as the words slipped out as sloppily as how her tongue limply flopped about with every bounce of her body. “What was that, blondie?” the older man said, panting in between his words. He was probably putting in as much effort into fucking her as he did laying brick, and she loved that thought. “Say it louder so I can hear you, slut.” Eli came immediately from him calling her that, her body coiling and crackling like a live wire. She was losing it. Her sanity, her mind, any semblance of anything that cared about anything other than cumming and being filled by this stranger’s semen. “I-I love your cock!!!” she said in a whine, enunciating it loud and clear for him as another orgasm shredded mercilessly through her nerves. “One more time, blondie. Let me hear it one more time.” “I LOVE-...BLYAD!! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOUR COCK!!!” she practically screamed, cumming again while doing so, more squirts of quim shooting in spectacular sticky arcs, puddling and latching onto sheets, one shot even sticking onto the headboard. That was exactly what the older man had wanted, and he thrust upinto her, digging his prick as hard as he could go, as fast as he could go, finally releasing the tension of his balls and creampieing her for the umpteenth time that night. His white baby batter spurted out in lewd squirting sputters, all over his crotch, all over his tanned thighs, but he kept thrusting, kept filling Eli up, trying to plug her snatch so no more strings or drops of his spunk spilled out than necessary. With a malicious grin he threw her onto her face, seeing her fingers instinctively clutch the damp sheets and he began to pound her, really pound her. She was limp, screaming “MISTER, MISTER!!! ” like the slut she was as his hands dug, dug, dug into her sides. He reveled at the sight of her body like this, ass up in the air, his spunk utterly gushingout of her folds with every thrust, spattering between them, her bare skin all wet and hot. Her snatch still felt impossibly tight, and he loved every fucking second as much as she did. Her bubble butt deliciously jiggled with every hard drive of his hips, and he began to use all the strength he had. There wasn’t any need to hold back at this point; it was evident all the girl wanted was cock, and all he wanted to do was fill her with it. So that’s what he did. The older man plowed the girl harder than he ever did that night, their flesh smashing in sweaty, cum-soaked slaps. Eli screamed and yelled only for more of his cock, more of his spunk, and he just kept railingher, ramming into that young virile body of hers so hard that the fitted sheets broke loose from the bed, and every subsequent drive of his hips scooting them forward, dragging all the sheets with them. He would cum, and keep pounding her. The syrupy white sprayed between their crotches, bubbling and spewing all over Eli’s ass, puddling between her asscheeks, streaming down her back. But the older man kept going, kept splitting her apart, sawing vigorously into her pinkness making her body writhe and tighten and convulse with orgasm after orgasm, fucking her for all that she was worth. He didn’t change his position, didn’t change his pace other than to go faster. He had lost count of how many times his balls had burst his white viscidness into her, shooting it all for it to spurt out, coating her back in more strings, in more pools of pearly white spunk, but Eli had also lost count of how many times she had squirted her quim and quivered into pure orgasmic delirium. Whatever elements of pain were added into the mix, like his nails digging into the meat of her curves or calloused hand coming down onto her shapely rump in hard merciless slaps, were all turned into singing brands of pleasure. It kept Eli conscious, kept her from completely going under in the ripcurrent of carnal euphoria that clutched and clawed at her psyche. Two beasts in heat, they kept fucking, pushed over the edge in an unending chain of nerve-burning bliss. Their bodies kept pushing inch by inch, the sheer strength in each of the older man’s thrusts into her ass shoving them forward, closer and closer to the head of the bed. Eli’s breathless screams were almost drowned out by the clapping of her ass into his crotch. The older man couldn’t get tired of Eli’s body, how it felt around him, how it looked; by the time he had pushed them to the pillows of the bed, rocking the springs for all they were worth, Eli was a convulsing, squirming mess, completely soaked now in the perspiration of her efforts, hips desperately trying to match his pace, patches of her skin bright red with his handprints, golden strands of her sodden hair sticking onto her skin while dryer waves of blonde shook and bounced, the rest of her back glistening with viscid globules of cum that jittered, swirled, and vellicated with every plunge of the man’s cock-she was a volatile work of art in motion, and he could have watched her under him all night long. But alas, a quickshot was a quickshot, and as strong as he was, the older man was only human. Reaching forward, he grabbed the flowing blonde hair of hers, and pulled back, relishing the squeal from her throat, and the compliance of her body. He pulled until she was properly arched, completely at the mercy of his fist wrapped in her wet golden silk. Cum and sweat raced down her back, like melted glaze. Then, taking a moment's reprieve from his cycling thrusts, he shoved her, hearing her face smack against the wood of the headboard with a painful moan. Once her fingers grabbed the headboard to brace herself, Eli looked back, one of her eyes visible over her shoulder. They met gazes...and her hips wiggled, swirling a bit against his cock. With that, the older man grinned, let go of her hair, and with one more hard smack on her right ass cheek, immediately resumed his pounding and plundering of Eli’s deepest depths. He growled, heaving now with all of his weight put into every drive. He spent the very last smidgens of his fading stamina, burning it all in a clamoring run to reach his climax. Finally, with Eli’s tongue slathering the wood of the room’s headboard as a rhythmic banging of the bedframe smashing into the wall echoed and echoed, the older man cursed loudly, cumming one last time into her pussy as his muscles, aching now from treating this girl to the best fucking of her life, began to limpen with creamy discharge through his urethra. Most of that hot yogurty spunk spewing all over Eli’s lower back, dribbling down her sides onto the pillows and the sheets. Hot ropes of his gooey lust stuck to her golden skin like icing. With that, he pulled out of her, the air now pungent with the heavy aroma of sweat, of semen, of sex. His cock softened and satiated for now, the older man took deep breaths, panting to catch his breath back, Eli in no better state, rolling onto her back beside him, staring at the ceiling as she recovered from the best sex she had yet. Sure, she hadn’t experienced that much at her age but still…she looked over at the old bastard, feeling how sore she was all over, still shaking and a bit jittery from all of those chained, nonstop orgasms...still, it was objective truth that this man had just fucked her absolutely silly. Absentmindedly, her fingers wisped over her taut stomach. She wondered how much spunk swirled in her womb now, reveling in how filled she felt. Her eyes drifted to her pussy lips, almost red with the abuse this man had driven into her, how they incessantly leaked thick, syrupy dollops of cum onto the bed, the puddle growing ever-larger as she lay there, legs still spread. The older man was still panting beside her, looking just as disheveled. Wads of quim mixed with the cum of his numerous loads stickily clung to his thighs and his stomach, not to mention the mess of his crotch. He looked at her, grinning, not lecherously, but sincerely. As if he too had come out for the express purpose to de-stress, probably from that wife of his he never mentioned. A few minutes passed. There was only the sound of their breathing, their labored efforts to normalize their pulses. There wasn’t anything else to say, anyway; all that needed to be said was painted in their collective products of lust that stained their skin. But once their breathing grew a bit more normal, and the sweat on their skin dried a bit to the point where hair stuck contentedly to skin, and the air conditioning actually felt cool instead of warm, the older man broke the silence. “Say, blondie?” Eli raised her brow, probably the most she could muster in her state. The older man scooted closer next to her. She felt his body heat, cringing at the thought that maybe he was going to get hard again, pumping into her when she was barely clinging to consciousness. That thought melted away when his fingers started gently massaging her folds, scooping up dollops of semen and softly depositing them inside of her, the sensation of his large fingers cycling through the process enough to make her mewl. “Do you...are you busy tomorrow?” Eli had sworn to let this third life of hers completely separate with her other two. She never let them interlap in anyway, especiallyif it meant that μ's or the student council would be affected negatively. So when she thought about his question, thought about what she had planned tomorrow… ...a planned practice for the Love Live preliminaries, an important meeting with Mrs. Minami in regards to the upcoming school festival, some filing of the council’s spending expenditures… ...and then she thought of how with all of the sex she had just endured, the older man hadn’t even touched that puckered little entry between her asscheeks, how she hadn’t even had a tasteof his large, throbbing mature cock between her lips... “I’m free if you are, mister.” The older man smiled, and slipped his arm beneath her, effortlessly scooping her entire sweaty frame into his. His other hand kept softly easing his loads back into her sopping moistness, and Eli sighed contentedly into his chest. “Glad to hear it, blondie.” Then, another thought struck Eli, and her mouth opened before any other thought could stop her from doing so. “Eli. My name’s Eli Ayase.” The older man smiled and gave him his. Before Eli drifted off to sleep in the hot, wet embrace of this stranger who had given her more orgasms than the previous five men combined, she realized she had broken two out of the three of her cardinal rules of sleeping around. 1. No staying or hanging around after the morning after, especially if it interrupts any club or school activities. 2. No names. And the third? 1. No repeat partners. Eli’s mind flashed again to just how hard his hands squeezed into her, how his lips fluttered against her throat when she would moan into the ceiling...yeah, that rule was definitelyout of the window too. And with that, Eli succumbed to the heavy drapes of slumber, eager to see what this stranger had in store, heart full with the lesson he had taught her: rules were meant to be broken, especially if you’re a hopelessly horny slut.   Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Sena, Kodaka] Deep Cleanse ***** Chapter by usermechanics Chapter Summary They agreed on 7:30, but Sena wasn't ready. A bit of improvisation never hurt anyone. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================    Author's Note:   Anyway this is a fic I’ve wanted to do for awhile now. It’s been difficult for me to get to it because of midterms, but to celebrate Spring Break, here is my latest fic. Yeah, I didn’t imagine that I wouldn’t be writing something that wasn’t Love Live or yuri, but here we are. Haganai’s dead, but I don’t care. I wanted to write this, and I love it just as much as the rest of my fics. I would like to thank WaddleBuff, scribEye_Steak, krivo, and the rest of the contributors and curators for the Smutstravaganza for their allowance of my works into their collection. The three names I listed in particular, I doubly thank for their work as beta readers. -usermechanics,19 March, 2018   ===============================================================================  Deep Cleanse by usermechanics ===============================================================================       (sauce)   ===============================================================================   Kodaka knocked on the front door of the Kashiwazaki mansion. He was dressed appropriately for a first date. Hopefully Pegasus wouldn’t mind his daughter’s date dressing in a fitted suit. If Sena minded, then he would take off the jacket. He checked the time: 7:32. Kodaka tapped his foot against the patio. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. They agreed to meet out here at 7:30 sharp. What was taking her so long? He heard the door rattling and stood up. He couldn’t screw up his first impression on a date, one that Sena set up in the first place. He gave an endearing smile as the door opened. “Good evening, Se--” Her dad stepped outside, in his robe. “--Pegasus.” “Ah, Kodaka! You remind me of your father right before a date. He’d always ask if he looked alright, if his hair looked clean, if his suit fit. Well I’ll tell you, you look good.” Kodaka sighed, preparing to wince in case Pegasus was pulling his leg. Kodaka never knew. “Is Sena ready yet?” “I don’t think so. Last thing she told me, she was taking a bath.” Kodaka gulped. “A bath?” “Yes, Sir. She said that after she waxed her eyebrows, she wanted to clean herself up. She called it a deep cleanse.” “Deep cleanse?” “She’s making sure she’s as clean as the day she was born.” Kodaka sighed; all he did to prepare for this date was a quick bath, just something that made sure that he didn’t look like a mess or a neet. Pegasus had a judgmental eye, and his daughter was idolized by the school. Truth be told, Kodaka had no clue how he felt about Sena wanting to date him--perhaps the only reason why she asked him on a date was because they were betrothed. “You can wait inside if you want." “I wouldn’t mind.” Pegasus led him into his mansion. Kodaka gaped. He was familiar with the inside of the building, but he took it in from a slightly different angle: this was no longer the home of an esteemed friend. “This place is now yours, and Kobato’s. Feel free to invite her here whenever. I know that Sena likes her.” Kodaka thought of Kobato, and more importantly, about Sena having Kobato as an in-law; Kobato would be completely horrified, and Sena outright elated. Anything Sena wanted to do to Kodaka, she definitely wanted to do with Kobato. The expanses of the mansion wouldn’t be enough for Kobato to hide from an overly-excited now-sister-in-law. “I’ll make sure to tell her that.” “Excellent!” Pegasus clapped his hands like a giddy elementary schooler. Kodaka darted his glance towards Pegasus’ hands. This was getting a bit awkward. How much had he drank before he came over? He couldn’t avoid him, either: he couldn’t sidestep someone who easily doubled his size in muscle mass. “You know, Kodaka, I’m really glad that you’ve been treating Sena like a lady.” “She’s a good person.” She has a bit of a complex, but she’s still a good person to be around. I’d consider her a friend, he thought. “As a father, it’s my duty to ensure my precious daughter has a good husband.” “Pegasus--” “--Call me Dad.” “Alright, Dad, uh…” Kodaka stepped back, flushing slightly. He hadn’t said anything about marriage: this was a date, to see if he was truly compatible with her. Yet, Pegasus was hell-bent. This date was a sign of commitment, according to him. “This is just a date.” “I know!” Pegasus was still enthusiastic. Kodaka gulped. Pegasus could bench press several Kodakas. And Pegasus was squeezing his hand. Kodaka couldn’t help but wince at his vice grip. “This date will go well, right, Kodaka?” His grip tightened and his smile turned sinister. “Uh, sure. Yes. Yes it will!” He needed to leave. This conversation was taking a turn for the worse. Perhaps, Pegasus believed that part of any son trying to earn the respect of his daughter would be to take him in a fight, or something as absurd and potentially life-threatening. One punch would spell death. His grip was still painfully tight. “Where’s the bathroom?” “Stella!” Pegasus shouted: everyone in the house, if not the neighborhood, heard him. A few seconds of scattering footsteps later, Stella was present. “What do you need?” “Please take this very important person to the bathroom.” Pegasus let go of Kodaka’s hand, seeing on otherwise-pink skin white marks where his hand was constricted. “Understood. I will escort him to Sena’s bathroom.” Kodaka's eyes widened and his heart thumped in his throat. Sena’s bathroom? He didn’t need to take a bath. Hell, he took one a few hours ago preparing for this date! Stella nodded and walked away; Kodaka was to follow. A nudge from Pegasus sent him following her through the maze of corridors. At a particular door, Stella stopped and turned, facing Kodaka. She gave him a condom wrapper. “Please use this with Sena tonight.” Stella placed it in Kodaka’s hand. He jumped back, grasping onto a corner of the wrapper. His finger slipping, his eyes widened as the condom wrapper unfolded, revealing a chain of six condoms, all connected by the edges. “I’m not going to need these!” “Don’t get Sena pregnant.” Stella walked off, leaving him in front of a closed bathroom door. He grasped onto the doorknob, wiggling it around. It was locked. Kodaka’s eyebrows rose. Stella wasn’t in there, Pegasus wasn’t in there, and he wasn’t in there. Who else could have been inside? Sena? Sena. Kodaka leapt back, gulping audibly. The dim light of the bathroom brought attention away from the opulence inside and towards Sena, naked and covered in a bath towel. She filled out every curve of her towel, clinging to her body as if it were a corset. Not even his suit, which fit snug against his body, was as form-fitting. Was this what Stella and Pegasus were talking about? “Oh, Kodaka! What a surprise to see you this early.” Her tone was demure. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her gaze scanned the entirety of his body, from his shiny black dress shoes to his iconic, multi-color hair: this was undoubtedly Kodaka, and he cleaned up well. Fuck, he looked good. Sena pressed her thighs together, hidden by her towel. “I came right on time,” Kodaka replied, pulling out his phone. “You said to come over at 7:30, right?” “Just because I said that doesn’t mean to come in when I told you! It takes a long time for women to get prepared for everything!” Sena crossed her arms in front of her breasts, her towel drooping slightly. Kodaka kept his gaze on her eyes, trying not to fixate himself on the cleavage window which opened up. Her eyes widened, looking towards Kodaka like a deer in headlights. Did she actually say that to him? How could she be so stupid? “Err, you can come in if you like. You seem like you might need a deep cleanse.” “A what?” “You need someone to help clean you, idiot! I bet you can’t clean your whole back. It’s one of the very few things that I can’t do.” Maybe it was for the best not to say that he could do that. Sena indignantly turned around, facing the bathroom. She walked in, past the changing room, and into the bathroom proper. “Make sure you change out of those clothes. You bathe naked, remember?” Kodaka walked into the changing room, making sure to close the door behind him. She invited him in, after all. “Okay, Sena, you’re saying that you want to bathe with me?” “Get a clue, Kodaka!” Sena turned her back to him and headed towards the bath. Not before giving him a show, of course. She grasped her towel and threw it aside. Her back was completely unmarred, hints of muscle hidden underneath womanly curves. Kodaka spotted the dimples directly above her butt, and the pinch of her waist before wide hips, until her curves disappeared under the surface of the water. Even if he didn’t know her, a body like that, from the back, would have drawn him in. And she asked him to strip completely. He closed the door leading into the bathroom, for the sake of hiding himself from Sena’s judgmental gaze. Before he knew it, he was clad in a bath towel draped around his hips, and his entire suit was in a shelf besides him, with his underwear at the top of the pile. Even as Kodaka rushed through stripping, Sena watched the door, waiting for it to open. Her judgment became impatience within seconds; it didn’t matter that it would take her more time to strip than she gave Kodaka. She sauntered towards the bath, even if she knew that the only thing visible about her was her silhouette through the door. His silhouette showed he was as physically deserving to be her suitor as he was emotionally deserving, a sentiment she held when he opened the door. “What took you so long?” “I didn’t want to ruin my best suit.” “Get in here already!” “Okay, hold on!” Kodaka walked over to the tub, his heart rate increasing as he grew closer. He couldn’t believe that Sena was beckoning him over. The Kashiwazaki Sena known for throwing every other guy to the wayside, the Kashiwazaki Sena who walked on the backs of potential suitors just to throw them aside: that Kashiwazaki Sena was growing impatient with him not bathing with her. And even without makeup on, she was beautiful, a beauty which grew more apparent with each passing step closer. Even with her eyebrows furrowed and her lips in an immature pout, ready to scream at him for being so slow, she was cute. Her eyebrows looked different. They seemed thinner. He had been so fixated on Sena that he didn’t even realize how close he was to the tub until he stubbed his toe. “Come in, Kodaka, I’ve been waiting…” There was a reason why he kept his gaze on her face. Looking down, the water acted as a clear dress, her cleavage window just peeking out of the water for his pleasure. It was a pleasure he tried to hide, but Sena bit her lip at the sight of his cock stirring underneath his towel. She wanted to yank it off, see what he was hiding, but before she could, he stepped into the bath, the towel clinging tightly onto his body before he peeled it off and threw it out. Sena whined; she wanted to see his dick and didn’t get that luxury. To make things worse, he sat on the opposite side of the pool, almost as if in desperation to keep his distance. How dense can this guy be? She pouted, gliding through the water. If he wasn’t going to make any moves, then she had to. “So…” Kodaka began, Sena freezing in her spot. Maybe this was going to be his move. “Yes?” “Did you do your eyebrows today?” “I asked my daddy if I could get my eyebrows waxed today. However,” Sena cooed, pushing her foot out of the water and resting it against Kodaka’s shoulder, “I only told my daddy that I was going to get my eyebrows waxed.” Kodaka glanced at the offending calf which pressed against him, bereft of hair. Sena raised an arm out of the water; he glanced at her armpit, as bald as her leg. Sena had waxed all over, part of why her skin seemed to glow from afar. Kodaka glanced down the trajectory of her leg and into the water: Sena waxed everywhere. His eyes widened and he pushed her leg off of him. He had seen her naked a few times before. This time was different: she wanted him to see everything. Kodaka had not realized that Sena had grown closer until he felt something press against his arm. His eyes widened at her touch. Her breasts pressed against his chest. “You know… This is no way to treat a lady…” Her voice was coy, her gaze half- lidded. Her entire body dripped with want, a hand clasping onto his. Sena giggled as Kodaka squirmed underneath her ministrations. He expected something more casual than this: dinner and a movie, or stargazing, or any of the boundless expensive hobbies she was good at. She was being far too forward with her desires. “Sena, I didn’t think this would be our--” “It’s your fault for coming in early then, isn’t it?” Sena turned Kodaka slightly, her chest pressing into his; her cleavage window was much more. “I…” Kodaka tried to shift back, his dick scraping against her calf. Sena’s eyes widened at how big he seemed, even if he wasn’t that close to full mast. She knew that he was interested; he could have just walked out of this scenario altogether, and she knew that his denseness was all a facade. She just needed to tear through it like the paper-thin disguise it was. And with him pushing her away, she already had a bit of distance from him. She swam away, trying to flaunt her body in the water. Her next trick would have her full of Kodaka, if she were patient. But she needed to wait through a long, almost painful, silence as everything resolved between them silently. The tension hung over their heads, an elephant in the bath as large as the distance between them. They traded glances--Sena’s hooded in lust, Kodaka’s wide in confusion. There were moments where she caught his gaze, dipping underneath the water at her body. Soon enough, he was smiling with each glance. Kodaka was undoubtedly interested. Now, in that pregnant pause, Sena knew that it was time for her to strike. “Kodaka,” Sena questioned. He broke from his trance and looked her in the eyes. Even if there was no intent to his stare, it was enough for her to become nervous. Her hand dipped in the water, grasping onto a lock of her own hair to fidget. “Could you wash my back?” Kodaka shifted hesitantly. “Oh, yeah, of course.” Closing his eyes, he laid back slightly in the tub, as if to enjoy his last moments in the bath before being beckoned to Sena’s request. “You can get out now.” Sena sighed as stood up, the sound her exit breaking Kodaka’s reverie. Kodaka’s eyes widened. He had seen her like this before, but it felt different looking at her like this. Her body glistened with bath water under the lighting, her blonde hair ending in ringlets and large blue eyes giving her the image of a goddess. Her body fit the illusion: she could have any man she wanted. Sena matured nicely, her form soft and curvaceous; she looked so soft in the water, like his fingernails would cut her. Her bosom swayed. She restrained it with an arm, hefting breasts that begged to be sucked. Water dripped down and shone like crystals, further bringing attention to her chest. Such droplets fell to her wide, fertile hips. She censored herself, her hand a centerpiece to her form. She hid her turgid teats and her tightened tummy from his hungry eyes. What a tease. Sena awkwardly stepped out of the bath and turned around, sashaying towards a small stool with just enough exaggeration for her hip sways and rump-rolling to be prominent. Hovering over the stool for a few moments, she looked back for a second, making eye contact with Kodaka. She slowly sat on the stool. emphasizing the prominent curve of her ass. “Aren’t you going to wash my back, Kodaka?” “Oh, of course!” Kodaka’s exit was much less pronounced than Sena’s. He was only washing her back; there was no need to make a show out of it. Heading over, he could feel his own heart starting to thump in his chest; the last time he washed a girl’s back was with Yukimura, and that was nothing compared to this, touching Sena, naked. At the very least, Yukimura was boyish. Sena, however, was a woman: her curves filled out outrageously. Her ass poured from the sides of the stool, and he could see the sides of her breasts as she craned her neck to steal a glance at him. Sena had been visibly eyeballing him: he hadn’t bothered to make a scene by censoring himself, and his naked body--his chiseled torso, his prominent cock-- was making Sena salivate. She looked away, her breathing heavy as she dug her fingernails into her palms. “Sena, are you okay?” “Yeah! I’m fine! Why are you asking?” Sena gasped at the feeling of pain. Every moment before this, she felt uneasy, knowing that with any waking moment, she could have heard an alarm, breaking her from her dream. This wasn’t a dream: she was awake, and she could feel Kodaka’s breath against her back as he sat down behind her, his hands dangerously close to her body. She was too enraptured in her own thoughts to say anything; the silence between them been broken by the sound of Kodaka pulling a sponge out of a bucket of water. “Hey, Sena, can you move your hair?” She did. “Thank you.” The instant the sponge pressed into her back, the instant Kodaka’s fingers touched her, Sena could feel her heart pushing against her ribs, desperate to break free. The light pink which once dominated her face,one which she could attribute to the sauna-esque humidity of the bath, turned cherry red, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. Even a small push backwards had her pressing her thighs together, desperate for a hint of friction to ease the heat building between her legs. Her back clouded with suds; her vision, with Kodaka as he rubbed her back, washed her, touched her naked skin; it was too much. She wanted to turn around, kiss him, take him right there, but she couldn’t. Not yet. Even if the mild touches were excruciating already, she had to wait for the right moment to become his. Kodaka noticed Sena’s shift in demeanor. His hands guided the sponge across her form, making sure to coat the entirety of her back with suds, from the dents of her shoulder blades down to the dimples right above her butt. Suds slid down her body, collecting at her curves, and Kodaka created a good amount of lather. “C-Can you rub the soap in?”   Kodaka jumped out of his skin; at least with the sponge there was a buffer between his hands and her skin, one that provided him a bit of comfort. Sena looked over her shoulder, her eyes large. “Please, Kodaka?” Sena pouted. Kodaka found himself unable to say no to her pout, and he put the sponge down with a slightly-defeated sigh. Sena threw her hair back as she turned around, covering a good portion of where Kodaka was to rub. When she felt his fingers in her hair, she bit her lip; his hands felt so good and he was actually touching her-he was making prolonged contact. She pressed her thighs together, shivers running through her as she hid her desire for his touches. She let out a dreamy sigh, even if it was in response to him throwing her hair over her shoulder. Kodaka dug his fingers into Sena’s shoulders, surprised at how soft she was, and as he glided his palms across her skin, he marvelled at how smooth she was. Sena let out an elated sigh at the feeling of his hands seriously pressing into her, rubbing the suds into her body as he glided down her shoulders. Sena shivered in anticipation once his palms left her shoulder blades, knowing fully well that his hands--his large, calloused hands--would soon reach the small of her back, her waist and hips, her butt. Even without that thought, each rub across her skin made her feel lighter and hotter. Her blood boiled and she swore she could have been burning Kodaka’s hands. She hoped that she was not; she wanted those hands to stay, and as she felt them lift from her back, she faintly whined, her body tingling from a lack of his touch. Then she felt his hands pressing on her waist, his palms pressed on her sides, fingers grazing against her front. She shivered as his hands moved upwards, his fingers treading ever closer towards her breasts. She could feel his lather gliding up her sides, tickling slightly and stimulating moreso. She dug her hands into her knees, the slight pain of her nails keeping her grounded as Kodaka’s hands rose to the swell of her breasts; his fingers circumvented such a curvaceous and enticing blockade, but his touches still left her reeling. She wanted to mewl in pleasure, to let out something to express her enjoyment: it was crude, but she couldn’t help it if Kodaka made her feel this way. “Kodaka…” Sena’s voice naught but a breathy sigh, she fell limp against him; her arms were dead weight as Kodaka dug his fingers into her armpits, the sides of his palms grazing ever slightly the sides of her breasts. And as he lowered his hands, Sena fell back into him, her shoulder blades pressing into his pecs. Kodaka flushed at the realization that Sena was putty in his hands, as if his first car was the most expensive sports car on the lot. She was tense . Her tension was all in a heated, bloated knot in her gut, practically leaking from her lower lips. She weakly rubbed her thighs together, the friction not enough. Kodaka knew that he would have to please his lady, to treat her like the princess she believed to be. It was a date, after all, He needed to explore further reaches. Kodaka lowered his hands to her hips, the bottoms of his hands resting against the top of Sena’s thighs. He pushed slightly, feeling her thighs give as he slowly sunk into her pliable, soft flesh. Sena drew in a sharp breath, her heart racing as she felt his hands growing dangerously close to her core: he could probably feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, beckoning to be touched. It was torture for him not to: it wasn’t fair. “Do you need your thighs washed, Sena?” He was enamored. He wanted to touch her just as much as she wanted to be touched. “Yes,” Sena replied in a high-pitched whimper, followed shortly by a squeaked, “please.” Collecting a bit of the suds at her love handles, Kodaka went to work sliding his hands across her soft, smooth skin, finding purchase across the tops of her thighs. He pressed closer to Sena as he moved forward, towards her knees: his hard abdominals pressed against her back as his dick slid snugly between her full, heavy ass cheeks. Sena instinctively rolled her hips back, her ass grinding against Kodaka’s cock just enough for him to harden underneath her. Kodaka refrained from making any sounds, just like Sena earlier, even if his tip been engulfed in a hot, sticky substance between her thighs. He pulled back, and Sena followed, the motion pushing and pulling his foreskin against his tip. He was throbbing, growing harder, growing hotter. And his tip grazed her folds, daring to dip into her. Kodaka shot his hips back, his hands sliding back up towards the tops of her thighs and hitting her stomach with a slapping sound. “Kodaka…” Sena looked back towards Kodaka, her face beet red and her eyes wide and watery with lust. Even if she could have backed up just a bit more and taken herself for him, no matter how much her body begged for her to be filled with the dick that had, for an instant, quite literally pressed into her, he denied her that. “Sena…” Kodaka huffed, having fully realized exactly what he done to her. She stood up, her hands grasping onto the stool as a means of support while her legs threatened to collapse with every motion she made until she was completely upright. She motioned Kodaka to sit down in it, along with a soft comment. “Sit. I’m going to wash your back” Kodaka looked up to Sena, finding himself once again unable to say anything, or do anything, outside of what she told him to do. Sitting down in the seat, Kodaka huffed as he felt Sena straddling him, his cock rubbing against her lower back. Sena grasped onto Kodaka’s shoulders as she pressed her hips forward, Kodaka feeling against his pubic bone how wanton Sena was by the dampness of her folds. “I thought you were going to wash my back,” Kodaka whimpered. Sena brought her hands to his back, her palms pressing into the taut muscles. “I am…” Sena brought herself closer, her soft breasts pressing against her captive’s chest. Hard nipples ground against pecs as the last droplets of water left on her shoulders glided down her body, collecting between her breasts; a little pool of water formed in the cleft, further emphasizing the sheer size of her bosom, and how compacted her breasts were between her and Kodaka. She pouted once more, her lips full, and glistening ever so slightly with saliva. Kodaka’s eyes went wide. How could he have been so dense not to have realized? He hadn’t expected her to be this type, to do that thing, on the first date. Even if she had the world on a silver platter, and what she wanted was always the first and sole priority of her family, he hadn’t noticed that he was on her platter. “Then how do you explain all of--” Sena shut him up by planting her lips against his. As much as he acted with disinterest, Sena could feel Kodaka’s shaft climbing up her back: Kodaka was as much a man as Sena was a woman. It made her hunger even more: the strong, masculine flavor of his lips, that back which practically screamed to be scratched, his unbreakable abs pressing against her belly. In one taste she grown addicted to him, wishing for that resolve which Kodaka shamelessly had to self-destruct. Kodaka’s composure finally shattered; it taken Sena pressing every square inch of her body she could against him, but Kodaka finally broken through and succumbed to his lust. Fluttering his eyelids shut, Kodaka’s hands traveled down the curvature of her hips. His fingers tingled through Sena’s sides, punctuated by his hand squeezing her ass. Kodaka’s knuckles turned white as her ass seeped between his fingertips. He welcomed Sena’s resulting hungry pants into his mouth before inviting her tongue inside. Sena hungered, dying for more: it was not enough to quench her. Her hips slowly undulated against the base of his shaft, filling the room with a soft squelching noise. Kodaka swallowed Sena’s moans, energizing him to take further initiative. Each second lasted an eternity for both parties, Sena’s folds leaking shamelessly all over Kodaka’s throbbing prick. Their lips melded against one another, their breathing, in spite of its lack of evenness, synchronized. Sena grew hotter knowing that she was up against Kodaka, in the nude, kissing him. Kodaka started to feel some of that warmth, an unbearable heat which manifested itself on his swollen lips, against his breast-smothered chest, and primarily in his cock, painfully hard and dripping with Sena’s excess wetness. As she pulled away, several strands of saliva kept them connected, each one breaking after a few moments on its own. What would have been an argumentative question from a man willing to throw this woman off of him and storm out of this bath with absolute disregard to his social status before that kiss was a pant from a man as hungry for his lover as the lover he was hungry for himself. “Sena…” Kodaka panted, his lips beckoning to take Sena’s once more. Sena pulled back, freeing Kodaka’s chest from her heaving breasts, the pool that gathered between her breasts joining the collective of her own juices at his balls. She peeled her entire body off his form from the head down, making sure to use her derriere and thighs to massage his dick as she pulled off. “Kodaka, you helped me clean my back…” Sena sat down in front of the stool, her face directly at level with his cock. Measuring with her forearm, her eyes widened slightly before she looked up to Kodaka, completely undeterred by his size. “It’s only fair that I give you something in return.” She wanted him in her mouth, and the more she examined it, the more she needed it. Outside of his impressive girth and length, the scent of his crotch beckoned her, concentrated especially in the forest of light brown which adorned the top of his base. How he throbbed to the touch, too, was attractive to her; and how hard he was--for someone of that size to be that stiff--was equally attractive. None of that mattered to her, however, compared to his taste. The sight of Sena at his dick made him harder. A bauble of precum leaked from his tip which Sena smeared with her tongue. Sena sighed, her breath’s heat and humidity consuming the entirety of his cock. The taste made Sena lightheaded, the slightly salty tang combined with all of the flavors that she tasted, the smells she smelt, of Kodaka. Her tongue couldn’t leave his cock, even after she evenly coated what his foreskin didn’t cover of his tip. Sena lowered her tongue such that it pressed against the bottom of his crown, now acting as a guide for her mouth when she decided to take him inside. Parting her mouth wide enough to take his cock in, Sena leaned in, his foreskin pressing against her lips as she took him in, his size pressing her tongue against her bottom teeth. Centimeter by centimeter, she pushed herself forward, saliva starting to pool in her mouth at his taste having completely filled her mouth and nose. She, too, was spurred on by his tip growing dangerously close to her throat and the sight of her own juices glistening on his base. She looked up with reddened eyes to Kodaka, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled upon him and pulled back, aided slightly by the feeling of Kodaka’s fingers having found purchase in her hair. “Sena, what are you doing?” Sena pulled away, a hand wrapping around his base to jerk him while she answered. “What do you think I’m doing?” Kodaka’s entire body grown alight by Sena’s display, the softness of the mouth he once pressed against his lips seemingly softer when she her mouth full of his pulsing shaft. If the flavors which spurred her to this point were not enough, he hoped that the glob of precum which leaked from his tip at the base of her tongue would aid in making her hornier. Sena pulled back, smearing that glob all across her tongue, using his tip almost like a paintbrush. A loud pop came from Sena’s lips as she pulled the tip of his cock away, swishing the flavor of his precum throughout her mouth. “Sena, fuck…” Kodaka huffed. He was starting to enjoy this. Sena replied by taking him in once more, her tongue slowly rolling over his pulsing tip, almost in desperation to milk out another glob of his precum or, even better, his semen; and now that she was being encouraged by him, she wanted it more. Hollowed cheeks swelled with his girth as Kodaka pushed Sena down further on his cock, his tip threatening to rubbing the back of her tongue. She was left to lather his cock in her drool, and some leaked past the confines of her lips and fell on her breasts, rolling down as if it were a drop of water. All she could do now to show just how much she loved his dick was moan on it. Holding her where he wanted her to be, Kodaka grasped onto one of her arms, guiding her hand towards his balls. Her fingers found purchase against his wrinkly sack and the heavy treasures that lay inside. She could feel the tension inside, hiding what she wanted: his semen. She palmed him lovingly, softly rolling one of his balls between her fingers, and she mewled at the feeling of his cock pulsing in her mouth. Kodaka’s grasp weakened and Sena pulled off him. She wrapped her hand around the middle of his shaft, languidly circulating her wrist to sheathe and unsheathe his tip from his foreskin. She pointed his cock upwards, lowering herself so her lips were against his base. Her hand glistened with her saliva as excess dripped off of his shaft and onto her, running down her forearm and, as she pressed her lips against the bottom of his base, onto her forehead. With her chin pressed against his balls, she felt his sack’s heightened tension. Her tongue lapped at his base, taking special attention to the center, where the dent his urethra made in his cock was most obvious. She licked up to where her hand rubbed him, and down to his sack. Each repetition Sena moving slightly further down until her tongue prodded at the center of his sack, fueled by Kodaka’s unstable breathing. Taking one of his balls in her mouth, Sena sucked, the hand which once fondled his sack taking initiative to deal with her own building desires. Needing relief, Sena brought a hand to her quim-sodden pussy. A soft prod to herself was enough for her to squirm. She prodded at her clit, so swollen and slick that her finger slipped; and she began to rub herself. She moaned directly into Kodaka’s balls, shattering the tension that coursed through him. “Sena!” Sena knew exactly what was going to happen, and she let go of him in the fashion that she held him in, returning to having her lips wrapped around his shaft, ready for her prize. Kodaka secured her with his hands, his knuckles white in her hair. The instant she sheathed his tip, his cock exploded. Waves of his thick, creamy semen bursted into her mouth and globs coated her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, and the back of her mouth. She was desperate to swallow, but the next wave already shot inside of her, excess filling up the empty space in her mouth after every crevice on the surface been coated. She couldn’t swallow it all: it was too thick for her to do so, and all she could do was let the flavor of his cum dominate her. It reeked completely of Kodaka, a flavor that she adored so much that she gurgled in displeasure as she felt some of his seed leak past her lips, rolling down her chin and dripping on her breasts. As Kodaka’s orgasm finished rolling through his body, he pulled his dick out of her mouth, Sena immediately sealing her lips closed so she didn’t waste any further drops. She swallowed it down in two struggling gulps, giggling as she brought her lips once more to his dick to lick it completely clean of whatever cum clinged onto it. Using one hand to stabilize his dick, the hand which she covertly masturbated with found itself upon her breasts, picking up the noxious white fluid which found its way there. She rolled those fingers across her chin and towards her lips, where she taken them into her mouth and suckled them clean, much like with Kodaka’s cock before it; quickly eyeballing it, she mewled at the sight of his cock being hard, biting her lip as it twitched, pointing directly at her. Sena rose from her sitting position and straddled him, her hips dangerously close to his. She lowered herself onto him. His shaft pressed her folds which, in kind, smeared the him with her juices. Sena didn’t even think about asking what Kodaka thought about the blowjob-she was too busy thinking about how hot and turgid her core was and how much she wanted him inside her. Grinding on his cock, her sodden clit glided across him. He bit his lip as his cock swelled, throbbing underneath her.  Her pussy begged for him to push inside and make her feel complete: she wanted to feel what it would be like the night of their honeymoon, to feel what it would be like to be Hasegawa Sena. Yet, in spite of the ballooning of his cock underneath her body, her lust- clouded mind came up with an idea: one that she knew would speed up his arousal further than even her undulations and her cleft’s ministrations. Sena stood up, strands of her quim connecting her to his cock, breaking from her pussy and falling to his inner thighs. Kodaka observed in question, his hand eager to take the spot of her pussy as he rubbed her fluids into his shaft. She headed once more towards the bath, not bothering to emphasize the sway of her hips with a sashay. Kodaka’s gazed upon the area between Sena’s upper thighs, glistening with her quim. Pressing her thighs against one another once she reached the rim of the bathtub, Sena turned to Kodaka and sat down, her gaze half-lidded and her lips curved in a sultry smirk. Sena parted her legs. Sena’s waxed pussy was on display for his eyes alone. He scooted closer, desperate to appreciate each detail. Her clit poked out, pink and slick. Her lower lips were heated a wanton rose. He wished for his tip to be the fingers that slipped between her lips. When Sena spread herself, a stream of her quim drooled out of her entrance. Her display glistened with juices, proving how horny and needy she was. The excess rolled down her taint and collected on the rim of the tub. As Sena’s half-lidded gaze met Kodaka’s cock--as she watched it swell to its full length--her pussy pulsed. She couldn’t help but see him as a hero to one of her games: he was a sexy knight, bereft of his shining armor, having checked all the right flags. And if he was the hero, was the heroine, a damsel freed from her curse and free to pay the hero in any way that she deemed fit. She licked her lips. “Kodaka…” He broke from his revere and locked eyes, sparkling and darkened with arousal. She beckoned him closer with a curling index finger, her teeth visibly digging into her bottom lip. “You did this to me.” Kodaka’s breath hitched. Her words made his skin crawl. He sat upright, as if he was being tugged closer to her. He wanted her more than anything in the world. “Make me yours.” Kodaka approached, spurred by her words. He wished to lick her, to feast on her: her display had left him salivating, and he wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to feel her hands in his hair, keeping him close. He needed to taste her. Yet, as he approached, Sena’s arms sunk underneath his, and she pressed her lips against his. Her breasts were flush against his chest and she sandwiched his dick between their hips. She pulled away from his lips as he pushed his hips forward, giving her one slow, final grind. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, whining in displeasure. “Please,” she whimpered, her breath hot against his lips, “don’t tease me like this…” He braced himself as he pulled his hips back, lining his tip with her entrance. His gaze was locked with hers, her face as flushed and eyes lidded with lust as his own. With her eyes at half mast and her lips quivering, Sena looked like an angel. He needed to come closer. His breaths were but huffs sputtering against her neck. He could not believe that he was about to do this, with her. His desire to feast upon her grew hazy the moment he pressed his crown against her entrance, pressing against her hymen. Sena whined. “Be gentle, Kodaka,” she huffed, “it’s my first time.” Kodaka responded with a soft press against her lips, slowing his thrusting speed to a near-crawl. He slowly eased into her, his tip pushing through her virginal barrier. She froze, wincing in pain: he felt almost uncomfortably big, even as her quim coated him. He pulled away, seeing the pain in her lust- clouded eyes. Kodaka stayed still, almost breathless. “Are you okay?" “I-It hurts…” “Do you want me to keep going?” Her hips rolled upward, trying to push his dick further into her, wincing as she did so. “Sena, slow down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Leave it to me.” Kodaka eased himself into her, planting tender kisses upon her jawline; he knew just how sensitive she was to touch, and as her whimpers of pain mixed with haughty breaths, Kodaka kissed harder on her skin. He wanted her, over everything, to feel good. Her whimpers had morphed into mewls as he eased his tip into her, still going at his careful pace. Her hips jerked, trying once more to fill herself with him, and her mewls turned to moans as his tip was fully inside of her. “More…” The pain which had initially surged through her from her defloration had ceased, now filled with wanton longing. Feeling his tip spreading her walls at such an agonizingly slow pace was filling her mind with erotic delirium, unable to handle such a teasing speed. She wanted him more: she pressed herself against him, grinding her nipples against his chest, and hissed directly in his ear. Sena’s moans spurred him further, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her legs tightened around him, burrowing him inside of her. It took every ounce of strength in his body not to cum inside of her. She was so soft, so wet and eager; he felt like she was sucking him in with how tight she was. He closed his eyes: if he looked at that heated smile or her lusty eyes for another moment, he would have exploded. “Fuck, Sena…” With one, final push forward, he felt his balls against her ass: he had finally made it all the way in, relishing in how she squeezed him and how her clit pulsed against his crotch. As much as Kodaka relished in staying deep inside of her, Sena wanted more. With an impatient roll of her hips, she ground herself upon him, pulsing all over that dick she wanted pounding her. Slumping forward, her lips grazed against his ear, her ragged breathing hot against him. Hips pulling away, she released her legs’ grasp on him, pouting. The hero was senseless, unsure of how to take his reward correctly, and if she needed to instruct him, she was. At this rate, he needed it. “Kodaka, harder…” “You told me to be gentle,” he huffed, slowly withdrawing his prick from her folds. Sena shivered, convulsing weakly around his shaft. “You’re being too gentle…” That was holding him back? Sena thought, he was being held back because I told him to be gentle!? She wanted him to take her, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. And she needed him to take her as his; she was too clouded with lust for anything else. She had spread herself for him, blew him until he came in her mouth, and this was the thanks he was giving her? This was shameful. Hell, this was pathetic. “I thought you wanted me to--.” Enough of this. “I want you to give me your big, juicy, thick cock and drench me in your hot, sticky cum until I’m gasping for air!” She hissed, pressing her chest into his. “There, I fucking said it! Fuck me already!” “A-Are you sure?” Sena answered by squeezing her legs around Kodaka, shoving him back inside of her. Her anger, if not for a moment, dissipated, moaning sensually into his ear. She wanted him to know how much she loved that thrust and how her hips clapped against his. He groaned, his cock squeezed relentlessly by her walls; this was what she wanted. “Do I need to tell you again? Are you dense?” Her words had transformed Kodaka. The man who had softly prodded inside of her almost as if he didn’t understand how horny Sena was now plowing into her, his hips finding a tempo which left her mewling. With every clap of his hips against hers, he grew hungrier, wanting more of her. He clawed into her ass and pressed into her neck, senselessly leaving hungry kisses down her throat. He hungered for each moan that resonated against his lips, each squeeze against his throbbing prick. Pulling away from each kiss, Kodaka left a darkish splotch on her, contrasting against her creamy skin: he was marking her, making her his. The salty tang of her sweat grew heavier with each kiss, tingling almost painfully on his lips as he planted his lips against her collarbone. “Kodaka, ahhh, just like that… Keep going, keep going!” Her words meant nothing: all he needed to know was that she was loving it. He was too busy ravishing her, reveling in how tightly she squeezed him and how hot she felt. He kissed further downward, feeling her shudder as he planted a kiss on her breast. He grasped onto her tit, weighing it. A breast he had seen times before fully exposed, her chest seemed so different : how those large, pink nipples stood at attention, pointing directly at his parted lips; how weighty and large they were in his hand; how pliant her flesh was when he squeezed at it, and how he tickled the sides of his fingers as her breast poured between his fingertips--it was no wonder she had earned the nickname Meat. Kodaka brought her nipple into his mouth, soft and tender against his lips. Sena’s already-ragged breathing had worsened, leaving her quivering in Kodaka’s hands, ones which returned to her ass to keep her on the rim of the tub. Her vision had grown hazy, her moans slurred into one high-pitched drone. Her fingers raked his hair, desperate to keep her grip on him. Her pussy pulsed wildly against his cock and she could feel her heartbeat in her throat. Kodaka’s rhythm sawing into her was perfect; his tongue was perfect against her breast; he was perfect. He was the hero in her games, taking his reward from his damsel. And his reward was coming. “Kodaka! Fuck! I’m cumming!” She didn’t know how she was able to let out those words clearly. Her body tensed up immediately afterward, her pussy clamping down onto his cock. He had to stop; each squeeze made it impossible for him to move. Her pussy was desperate for him to release inside of her. Kodaka huffed, holding his composure staggeringly as he helped her through her orgasm; he was equally surprised at how he was able not to paint her walls white and at how he was fucking Sena. Kashiwazaki Sena. No. Hasegawa Sena. And she was cumming all over him, her quim spraying out of her and onto his hips. Her pulses grew weaker, as his pace inside of her, giving her a few moments of reprieve, stirring her orgasm-ravished pussy. Kodaka looked up, his gaze meeting Sena’s, her eyes black and half-lidded. Beads of sweat rolled down her reddened face, her lips languidly parted as she panted, reveling in her afterglow. His lips left her breast and returned to her lips, kissing her softly. Sena kissed in kind, dreamily sighing against him. Her fingers kept raking through his hair, her intensity lessened. She was fine like this, with his dick pulsing inside of her and languidly scraping at her walls with each of their breaths. Things were fine , but she wanted better. Sena reached down to Kodaka’s balls, fondling his sack; they were as heavy as they felt when she kissed them earlier. She mewled; as she groped him she could remember the thickness of his cum on her tongue, and his taste had made her needier. She thought about how delicious his seed would feel inside of her: hot, syrupy, and sticky. She was growing hornier just thinking about it. With a squeeze to his balls, she ground against him, whimpering needily against his crotch. Her tongue delved into his mouth, desperate for more of him. She pressed into him, trying to touch his abs with her belly. He needed to pound her, to fill her with his seed: she needed it. And if she couldn’t have been more clear, Sena flicked her tongue in and out of Kodaka’s mouth, simulating what she wanted from him: she had pulled her tongue out such that her tip tickled his lips, and pushed as far as she could physically go, her teeth gnashing against the inside of her mouth. He understood. He squeezed her ass, his knuckles as white as her skin as he returned to thrusting, finding a new tempo. Although she was tight, she fit around him like a glove now, her body now comfortable with having him inside of her; knowing this, he went faster than before, her rolling hips desperate to keep up with his thrusts. She found purchase on his back, her fingernails digging into him and clawing downwards as if she was losing her grip on him. She had been marked by him, down her jawline and her neck, all the way down to her left breast; he wouldn’t mind being marked in return. After all, he was her hero, her prince given the honor of bearing her fruit. She eagerly swallowed his animistic groans, moaning in return as he sped up; all this euphony was snuffed by the rhythmic clapping of his hips against her ever-reddening ass and the sounds of his dick stirring her pussy. He pulled away, hungry to mark her further in return, but before he could, she captured his lower lip between her teeth, holding him hostage. His heated huffs tickled her kiss-swollen lips, her grip easing on him. He leaned down, pressing his lips against her collarbone; the taste of her sweat lingered on his tongue, tingling. Sena was lightheaded with lust, her back arching as she pressed her breasts into his chest further. She threw her head back, moaning towards the heavens; she thanked whatever God there was for Kodaka sawing her like this. Everything was perfect. Her words had grown slurred once more, breathing heavily and heatedly. Her pants were those of a bitch in heat, desperate for something to be in her mouth. She scrambled, her hands desperate to find something which she could suck on, something for her to neuter her moans and cries; at this point, the whole mansion could hear her. She found one of his wrists, pulling his hand away from her ass. With each thrust, she raised his hand, his thumb pointing towards the sky. It would have to make do. Sena tentatively stuck his thumb into her mouth, suckling on it. Her gaze fluttered, her eyes rolling at the his taste; she could barely taste herself on him. Her breathing calmed, pacified by her suckling. Yet, her pussy squeezed him dangerously tight, ready to milk him of all of his worth; she knew he was close this time: she could feel his heartbeat against her breast, fluttering as quickly as her own. She reflexively jerked, her pussy locking him in place for a split second with how suffocatingly tight she was. Each smack of her clit against his crotch rewarded him, her pussy constricting his prick, throbbing faster, throbbing harder. Sena couldn’t take it. The knot in her stomach once more needed release, and she pulsed all over him, spraying him with her quim. His lower belly glistened with her juices, beadlets clinging to his crotch hairs like dew on a spring day. In his final thrusts, he could see her spraying him, the final thing he saw Sena’s quim gushing out of her and onto his crotch. He threw his head back, his eyes sealed shut. “Sena!” Kodaka couldn’t handle it anymore. The feeling of her juices coating his cock and crotch brought him to the edge. Pushing his hips forward, he hilted inside of Sena, his balls pulsing against her ass as he exploded, his cock throbbing in time with her orgasmic squeezes. “What do you think you’re doing?” Sena whimpered as she felt her womb fill with his seed, painfully hot and thick. Her pussy hungered for his semen as much as her mouth did, and much like before, Kodaka overflowed her; beads of his cum leaked from her cock-stuffed pussy, clinging onto his balls and rolling down their thighs into the puddle of quim at their feet. Each pulse felt like forever. Every moment had been filled with Kodaka feeling like he was being milked dry of his cum, and with Sena feeling like she was going to explode with the amount of cum he filled her with. They panted against each other’s lips as they came, reaching the end of their climaxes at the same moment. His softened cock lazily slipped out of her. She whimpered as his cum left her, thick, white globs falling to the floor and splashing into her puddle of quim. “Fuck, Kodaka…” Even if she had came multiple times before, the feeling of his cum being inside her filled her with a newfound vigor, even if she was unable to stand properly. What she could do, however, was grasp onto one of his hands and bring it to her mound, pinkish-red from his pounding. “I don’t think I gave you permission to--oh, god!” Two of his fingers dug into her swollen entrance, scraping against her walls. The feeling of his fingers being milked as if it were his cock made him stir, his crotch growing hot with passionate fervor. Sena couldn’t wait for him; her fingers found purchase in his hair, her lips pressing against his jawline, eager to hear his moans like what he had done to her before. If it got her horny, it would hopefully make him horny now. “I’m not going to date someone who can’t keep up with me,” Sena huffed against his jawline, punctuating each word with a kiss which grew closer to his neck. She giggled as she felt his cock pressing against her thigh and his fingers delving deeper into her, stirring their cum inside of her. Kodaka was pounding her with his fingers as if they were his cock, his motions filling the room with the sound of her abused pussy. “Don’t worry.” Kodaka panted, pulling his fingers out of her. His fingers shone with her juices, speckled white with his cum. “I already made you cum twice already.” “Shut up.” Sena pushed her hips forward, trying to keep his fingers inside of her, and she slipped off the tub and into his other arm, clinging onto him tightly. Kodaka huffed as he held her, his arms quivering with her weight. “Are you okay?” She nodded. Nuzzling into him, she purred; she loved being in his strong arms, pressed against his muscular chest. She loved his heavy breathing and how his sweat accentuated his frame. She loved how strong he was, carrying her. In those arms, she came up with an idea, one that would definitely get him turned on. “Yeah! I’m fine. Don’t I look okay? My hair might be a bit messed up and there might be a cut on my leg but I’m… filled with your...” She stood up, her feet pressing against the floor, and she broke the embrace; she had pushed him away and turned around, facing the calm waters of the tub. She bent over and grasped onto the tub, her face dangerously close to her mess. Spreading her legs, she stuck out her ass, giving her hips a little sway, beckoning him closer. “There’s a cut on your leg?” “Come on, idiot, I’m waiting…” Kodaka’s glance alternated between Sena’s swaying ass and her large, darkened eyes. He would have to be crazy to reject her offer. Hell, the sight of Sena’s cunt, a dark pink from his battering and smattered with semen, his semen, had brought him back to full mast, his prick pointed at her folds. Just to make sure that Kodaka was fully hard, Sena spread herself. She brought one hand from the rim of the tub to her ass, pulling one of her cheeks away from the other. Kodaka licked his lips at the sight of her pussy, her swollen entrance oozing of their cum: much like the hickeys he left, it was his mark, that Sena was his and his alone. A torrent of white leaked from her folds, the sounds of his cum splatting on tile filling the room. He needed to refill her. He didn’t notice that he had scooted closer until his dick pressed against her folds, and he gasped as he felt her folds pulse against his tip as he grabbed onto her hip with his dry hand. He groaned at the sight of her backing herself into him, watching as his cocktip, as pink and swollen as the lips which took him in, was swallowed into her steamy pussy. She moaned, looking back to him with that half lidded stare, and in her lust, she was able to mouth out two words. Fuck me. As he eased himself inside of her, he brought his soiled hand to Sena’s lips, fingers prodding against her lips. She languidly opened her mouth, sealing her lips around his fingers. Her eyes crossed at the taste of her cum mixed with his; she licked him clean as he pushed his fingers further into her mouth. Her lips suckled his fingers like her pussy suckled his dick further inside her until he had hilted, his heavy balls gracing her pulsing, aching clit. She grasped onto the rim of the tub, trying to keep a steady handhold. She didn’t need to imagine anything else: as Kodaka’s hand ran down her back and secured himself with a thumb pressing into one of her dimples, she knew that she was going to be fucked hard. Hell, if it weren’t for that pill Stella gave her, she would have thought she would be bred. “Ngh…” She gurgled against his fingers, slathering them with saliva as he pulled out of her, leaving only his tip inside her quivering sex. His grip tightened on her and he leaned in, his chest against her back and his lips against her shoulder. His knuckles were as white as the teeth marks he left on her collar as he began thrusting into her. His hips clapped against her ass, her reddened skin darkening slightly with each thrust. God, she felt good. She spat out his fingers, having grown too used to his fingers; she couldn’t taste him anymore. She turned her head to Kodaka, her jaw slack. “I love you,” she slurred in her euphoria. “I love you as much as I love your cock, and I love you as much as I love how you fuck me…” He replied by sealing his lips against hers, their tongues instinctively clashing between their teeth. They exchanged hungry moans and primal grunts rivaling the volume of the sounds of hips slapping and his cock stirring her pussy. Kodaka sawing away at her wasn’t enough. Sena undulated her hips, her rump rolling through each collision against his pelvis. She could feel him yanking his seed out of her walls with each thrust backwards, and as she pulled away from his lips, she arched her back, her breasts pressing into the tub’s rim as she screamed, her entire body alight and threatening her third climax of the night. She looked into the water. Her reflection had been muddled by each thrust he made; he pressed her into the pool’s rim, dirtying the water with his violent thrusts. Yet, even if the water’s image had been as defiled as hers, it was the cleanest part of the room. She could feel beads of sweat on her brow rolling down her face, sweat that rolled from her underarms to the sides of her breasts, sweat forming on her back and immediately collected by Kodaka’s hungry lips. What was once supposed to be a deep cleanse had her the dirtiest she had ever been. And she loved it. Kodaka quickened slightly, knowing he was quick to climax. As much as he wished he could slow down and take some more time inside of her, he knew he couldn’t. As she grew more raw, her pulses became tighter around him, almost desperate for him to shoot inside of her once more. It had been her first time, and his as well: he had only been spurned to keep going after one climax because of how much she stirred him on. He had grown weaker, more sensitive; with each thrust out he could see his tip, red and raw, thrusting into equally-red, equally-raw folds. Sena, too, grasped onto what she could. She could have ended with that blowjob and she could have been content. Yet, she was eternally grateful that she had been pounded, her legs quivering and threatening to give out. She didn’t know how much she had left in her, and in a few thrusts, she had sprayed him once more with her quim: the top of his abs down to the tops of his knees glistened with her juices. Squirting gave way to languid, yet suffocating, squeezes around his cock, ready to milk him of all his worth. It didn’t take much. Kodaka exploded inside of her, letting out one final grunt as he pushed himself all the way inside her. Sena’s nose kissed the water and her breasts pressed against the tub as he pumped load after load of his cum inside of her. She moaned at the feeling of his heat clinging onto her walls and pouring all over his shaft. She couldn’t fathom it: he gave her so much, and she could feel his cum leaking out of her. She was, once more, overflowing. She turned her head to meet his, and she gave him another kiss. “Fuck, Kodaka, you’re so good to me…” Kodaka huffed, speechless. He was busy piecing everything together, as if waking up from a long night at a bar. She whined, desperate to break the silence. “You should be happy with yourself. The whole school would be jealous to know that you even went on a date with me.” Kodaka’s eyes widened with shock. This was their first date? He had completely forgotten about this being a date. His hips jerked back, globs of his cum leaking from her folds and onto his dick. “Date?” “Kodaka, you’re such an idiot,” Sena giggled, stealing a kiss from his lips. Her kisses lacked the passion that they had when they fucked, but rather, they were languid and heated, fueled by romantic desire. She couldn’t give him another sexual kiss: he had spent her of all her energy. “I guess I am sometimes,” Kodaka replied into the kiss, pulling Sena away from the bath. She turned around and grasped him, idly pressing her hips against his. His prick twitched painfully, and he sucked in air through clenched teeth. “...But this does mean that we’re friends, right? “Hmm?” “Well, what we did, I think only really close friends do that. Close and special friends.” “Yeah, I’d say that we’re probably special friends now,” he answered without a second thought. “I mean, we’d have to be special friends to be married, right?” “Shut up,” she giggled. Sena was a bit apprehensive of marrying him. As nice of a guy he was, he was a bit clueless, and it scared her a bit. Her daddy always told her about how she’d need to find a guy to cleanse her soul, yet was also able to treat her like a woman. Tonight, however, things changed: Kodaka did both. “Hey, Sena,” Kodaka broke her reverie. “Yes?” “Can you wash my back?” “Of course!” Sena cooed, pointing towards the stool where she sat when she was getting her back cleaned. “I’ll make sure to deep cleanse your back.” Kodaka giggled, pulling himself away from Sena’s embrace. As much as it hurt to let her go, she did promise that she would clean his back. Feeling sweat crawling down his back, and the slight tingling pain from having her clawing at his back, he needed a deep cleanse. Hopefully Sena knew how to clean his back. Yet again, if she treated his back any bit as well as she treated his cock, then he’d have nothing to complain about. The reverie of having a few moments of non-sexual contact had ended the moment he felt Sena’s breasts pressing against his back and a hand digging at his inner thigh. His cock stirred under her touches, and he glanced back at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “Sena…” “What?” She asked, wrapping her fingers around Kodaka’s soft, sensitive cock. Languidly stroking his shaft, she gave a giggle as his prick hardened in her hand. There was no reason for her not to show how much she wanted him. “I can go all night with you.” “Are you sure?” “Of course, Kodaka.” All reserve for washing his back faded away as she jerked him off, desperate to get him as hard as he was when she took him in her mouth. She wanted to go all night with him, desperate for him, his body, his cum. =============================================================================== Sena looked at the clock in her room. 1:25. They had gone at it for hours, and in everything, she couldn’t remember when they left the bathroom and entered her bedroom. Kodaka had been long gone, his arms wrapped tightly around Sena’s frame as she lazily whimpered. Globs of cum leaked from her reddened folds, her hips apprehensive to roll into his thigh. Each push she gave rubbed her beet- red, overstimulated clit against him, her entire body tensing up with each languid glide across his thigh. “Fuck,” she whimpered. She was unable to say anything else. Her pussy shot out another strand of quim, clinging to his leg, with every rub of her clit. She was too spent, too fucked. She could feel his seed swirling inside of her, a hand pressing against her lower belly. She loved every moment of it; she loved squirting all over his leg, feeling how weak she was. The scent of sex had grown almost overbearing, her late-teenage mind rattling with desire for him to wake up. She went into that bath for a deep cleanse, and she ended up the dirtiest she had ever been.   Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! 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Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== Terra Rapes Aqua by EndmostGekko ===============================================================================     (sauce) ===============================================================================   Terra left the castle in morning, bristling in the chill air. Aqua stretched beside him and smiled at the horizon. “I like watching the sunrise.” It was nice. Terra quipped, “I like sleeping in.” Down the hill from them, mist still hovered on the fields. He imagined the squelching sound it would make when he got there. Aqua chimed, “Ready to practice?” Terra yawned. “Actually, you know what? Master Eraqus isn’t here today.” Aqua’s morning smile mellowed out to confusion.  “Right. He left. He’s going to meet Master Xehanort. Something about a new student.” She smiled again, “Which is pretty exciting!” “So he’ll be gone for a week,” Terra nodded. Aqua put her hands on her hips. “He left me in charge, Terra.” “So let’s go back to sleep.” He nodded back to the castle. Aqua tilted her head in condescension, and folded her arms under her chest. “Terra.” He lifted his eyes. She never noticed when his gaze lingered. She was oblivious to her body- to its effect on him. She pointed to herself with a thumb and a fist. “I’m in charge. And I say we practice. When Master Eraqus gets back, I want him to be surprised by your progress.” Every time she dangled her token authority at him, his gut churned. True, there were many things Aqua was better at. But she thought she was better than him. Even in status. He didn’t like that. There was a time they’d been close, but Terra didn’t like her anymore. And he couldn’t get away from her. She was in his ears at wake-up time, at his side all day, and in his thoughts at night. He hated her. So why did he want her? Terra licked his lips instead of showing anger. “Fine,” he grunted. “You don’t have to be so grumpy about it,” she chided. “Look, if you want to sleep in and be lazy, I’ll just practice without you. Then you can tell-” “I said fine.” Terra jogged down the steps. It was a long trip, and he wanted some morning solitude, to think. Eraqus could have left without any stupid mandates. What, exactly, was Aqua in charge of? All the Master had done was encourage her ego- inflate her sense of importance. Was he levelling a dig at Terra? This had to be some kind of test. “Hey! Wait up!” Aqua sprinted to his side, then matched pace. “Not everything’s a competition, you know. We are comrades. I mean… Usually. I guess I am your boss now. Do you wanna race?” “Not really.” “Come on. If you get there first, I’ll let you sleep an extra hour tomorrow. Master Eraqus won’t know a thing.” That did sound tempting. “But if I win… You have to do my chores today. So I get the afternoon off.” Terra thought for a moment. “So if I win, I get an hour. And if I lose, I lose three hours.” She didn’t answer. Her hair bounced when she ran. Her blue leotard fit tighter than usual. She’d been wearing those since before her growth spurts. Her breasts looked strangled. And as she jogged, he didn’t have to imagine the curves of her ass. He could definitely beat her in a foot race. He always outpaced her on the bend around the bluffs. This could work. He said, “Deal!” And bolted ahead. Aqua shouted, “Aero!” A gust of unnatural wind lifted her from behind. She laid back on the force, making herself into a sail, and flew ahead of him, straight over the bluffs. Magic. Of course. It was everything she lorded over him. So ten minutes later, he came to a panting halt where she was giggling. “Looks like I win.” He didn’t answer. The same winds that propelled her were chilling his lungs. He brought his breathing under control and stood tall. Aqua summoned her keyblade. “Alright. Enough relaxing. When Master Eraqus comes back in two days, I want you to surprise him with some magic. I mean, you’re strong. We all expect that from you, but…” She made an apologetic face. “You don’t always think things through.” His face felt red. He hated when she was right. He didn’t waste breath correcting her. “So here’s my idea. We’re going to throw spells at each other.” Of course. She would love this game. “And you are going to practice deflecting them. Not blocking. Deflecting.” He’d tried this before. He still remembered her laughing, when she’d lit his hair on fire. Terra grumbled, “I’m not allowed to block?” Aqua’s smile soured, settled to a frown. “Not… The way you did last time. Terra…” She hesitated. Licked her lips. Great. Another lecture. “Terra… I know you’ve been relying on the darkness too much.” That wasn’t her business. He knew he was flushing red, now. The anger burned inside him. “Master Eraqus told you about that?” “No. I… I’ve noticed. You’re always…” She made a shy gesture to him. “You’re… Like this. About everything. Even little things.” “Little things?” He snorted his frustration. “I know what I can handle.” He summoned his keyblade. “Come on. Throw something at me.” Aqua hesitated. “Look, Terra. Maybe you should calm down. Any darkness is too much. You need to rely on skill, not anger. And skill comes from practice.” “Throw something at me!” She took a step back, wincing from the social cues. He didn’t care. They were both revealing true colors. “Alright,” Aqua hummed. “Get ready.” Her fingers danced in somatic articulation, and she flung a gesture with the command, “Ice.” The mana coalesced as an icy projectile. She could throw these fast, like bolts from a ballista. But she’d lowballed him. The ice ball lobbed in a weak arc. Terra had time to say, “Are you kidding?” He stood from his combat stance and smacked the spell aside with his keyblade. Aqua sighed and stood from her stance. “Look, Terra. I just wanted to start easy, okay? You don’t have to-” He raised his weapon and fired off, “Firaga!” Three burning bullets whipped her way. Aqua danced away from one, nullified the second with a glance, and redirected the third with a gesture. She was mad. Good. He’d finally shared his feelings with her. Aqua stood back to her full form and glared at him. “That wasn’t nice, Terra. I was talking. You wouldn’t have done that to Master Eraqus.” “You aren’t Master Eraqus. You don’t get to boss me around just because he’s gone.” Aqua pointed to herself. “He left me in charge.” Terra threw his arms wide. “That doesn’t mean anything. You want my respect? Throw something at me! We’ll see what’s better. You with your nose in an expensive book, or me and the darkness.” At the word darkness, a force of malice enveloped his free-arm.   Aqua frowned. “I don’t like this, Terra.” “You just don’t like fair games,” he accused. And finally, he got a reaction. Her eyes flared wide. She took a step back, then forward. “How dare you!” “Come on! Show me a spell!” She hesitated. She was so reserved- because that was her identity, being in charge. But he knew he’d provoked her right. “Fine!” Aqua shouted. “Gravity!” No projectile. Just effect. Terra’s feet lifted from under him, and he landed on his head, disoriented, her voice ringing in his ears. “Wow! Great darkness, Terra! I’m so impressed! Please, teach me your manly ways!” He grunted and righted himself. “Shut up!” She blushed with rage, continuing the mockery. “I wish I could be as cool as you, Terra! Whining about waking up and doing chores!” “Thunder!” The bolt left his fingers. She pointed, and it redirected to her side. “Oh, no! I was afraid your basic lightning spell would hurt me because it has so much DARKNESS!” He drew up his height and bellowed, “SHUT! UP!” Aqua stuck her tongue out at him. He snorted. Was that really her idea of an argument? She added, “That’s not a spell, idiot! Try, Silence.” His ears bubbled. He hated when she did this. The end to all squabbles when Eraqus wasn’t around. He shouted, “BITCH!” in complete silence. She put a hand to her ear. “What? Sorry, I can’t hear you, Terra! Try shouting with more darkness. It makes you so much stronger than me!” He did. “VOX!” And it worked. The bubble popped, and his voice echoed over the fields and into the mountains. The darkness around his arm pulsed. Aqua stepped away, surprised. Her irises contracted in fear. Fury left her expression, and she looked suddenly like she was done playing. But he’d never been playing. Maybe it was time he started. He tried to vocalize a spell. Only a growl came out. He cleared his throat and shouted, “Thundaga!” This was bold. He’d never done higher level electrical stuff. He’d tried, and he’d hurt himself. The bolt zigged at Aqua, and she redirected it, barely. The tip of her finger singed and sparked as the spell made contact. She hissed and dispelled her keyblade. “Okay. Maybe that’s enough for today, Terra. This isn’t really going the way I imagined.” Terra swallowed his anger. She looked tamed for now. She offered, “I’ll stop poking fun, okay? I didn’t mean to get you all riled up.” Lie. She just hadn’t anticipated consequences. Terra opened his hand, felt the keyblade dissipate. He brushed at his shoulder, and the darkness likewise dissipated from his off-hand. Aqua brushed hair behind her ear, waiting for him to answer. At least her shoulders weren’t held so high. He hated this insufferable mood she’d donned. Her breasts heaved under heavy breathing. “Terra.” He looked up into her eyes. Aqua swallowed, then breathed, her chest still heaving from exertion. He smelled her sweet sweat on the wind, saw it glistening against the skin of her neck. “Terra, I… I’m worried about…” She looked away again, as if picking her words. “Terra, I don’t think the darkness is helping you. I mean… It’s not a good thing. And you’re…” She gestured at him. “You’re just not the person I used to know. And I’m worried it’s the darkness that’s changed you.” Terra scoffed. “If darkness lets me do that, imagine what it would let you do.” She scowled and returned the scoff. “What, would it make me as strong as you? Terra, your spells wouldn’t have an effect even if you landed them. They’re too weak.” “We can test that,” he shrugged. He summoned his keyblade again. “No parrying. No redirections. Blocking and evading only.” Aqua looked at his keyblade. She didn’t summon her own. “I don’t think…” “Hey, you’re in charge. Are we practicing today, or not?” Aqua clenched her jaw. Her keyblade appeared. “I’m not holding back this time,” she threatened. “Me neither.” Terra raised his keyblade and started with “Firaga!” The flaming orbs came out black, dark fire turning the air sour and seeking hearts. Aqua, with a mere gesture, surrounded herself in a honeycomb barrier. The barrage burst against her shield, and she shrugged, “Frost.” Her signature ballista bolt. Terra raised his keyblade, and the ice cracked against him, forcing him back. Terra dug his heels into the grass, grinding him to a stop. He needed to unsettle her again. “Say, Aqua. You’re testing me on magic. Why don’t we try your strength, too?” She shrugged, scowling. “Sure, Terra. If you can catch up to me while I’m pelting you, then yeah, you can try hitting me.” He sprung forward. But damn, if he was springing, she was doing something there weren’t words for. She was elegant. Practice became beauty when she moved. He volleyed more dark fire at her, watched her dance away inside her shield, like a ballerina in a snow globe- with a taunting smile. He had an idea, and commit his weight. He was about to win or look stupid. He formed a spell with his fingers. Her eyes caught him, and she threw up her barrier. She wasn’t in range of his keyblade. But her shield was. He knocked her back by her own barrier. It shattered, and Aqua stumbled. And by pure luck, her foot caught on a rock. He’d never seen her this surprised, like he’d caught her in the shower. Her arms cartwheeled and she screamed, “Whoa! Whoawhoawait!” On a malicious whim, a Dark Impulse, Terra cast, “Sleep!” And she thudded to the ground. Terra brought his momentum down to a jog, then paced and panted, waiting for her to get up. He’d never made this last longer than a second. But Incapacitating an opponent was a clear victory. He paced and brushed at the darkness on his arm, for it to go away. It didn’t. Whatever. He felt great about winning. Finally. He kept pacing, catching his breath, waiting for her to get up and start some annoying scolding. “Aqua, seriously, you don’t have to sulk. It wouldn’t hurt to admit you lost.” He glanced to her, ragdolled in the grass, just as she’d fallen. She was out cold. He nudged her over. Her arms flopped around with inertia. Her head lolled to one side, mouth falling open. He huffed angrily. “Great. I win and I still have to do your chores.” He looked around the field, then up the hills, to the castle. “Guess I have to carry you, huh, boss?” He lifted her in his arms. The walk home, uphill, was be long. Rounding the buffs, still carrying her, he noted that the darkness remained on his arm, pooling and swirling like a cloud. It wasn’t making this extra weight any easier. Terra’s steps bounced her limp head. Her arm slipped down and bobbed along. Terra shook his head. “Look, Aqua... You’re just… You think you’re a lot better than you are. And you don’t appreciate anything. And I know you cheat at Command Board.” He reached the castle steps and looked up. He sighed. “If you wake up right as we get to the top, I am gonna be so mad.” He rolled Aqua onto her stomach and threw her over his shoulders in a fireman carry. The ascent was training enough for a day. And it probably wasn’t easy on her, either. Each stair bounced her stomach on his shoulders. When he reached her room, he stopped to congratulate himself. “Hey, we made it.” She snored. Terra shook his head. As congratulations, he patted her ass. She didn’t react. On a second thought- curiosity- he groped it. She’d really grown; He couldn’t palm her glutes anymore. They popped out like a firm bubble. He managed the door handle and stepped into her room. She’d decorated. Blue, of course, was the dominant color. Bed sheets, curtains, furniture. Two glass charms lay unfinished on her table. One for her, and one brown, for him. Terra scoffed. Like a present would make up for her attitude. He put his back to her bed and shrugged her off. Aqua bounced. Her limbs sprawled, and her body slid down the sheets and over the side until she flopped onto the floor. Terra wanted to leave her. He had better things to do. “Damnit, Aqua.” He picked her up again, gentler, handling her sides and trying to move her like an unwieldy doll. And he took a little care to lay her out properly: face-up, arms at her side. He rested on the bed beside her, sweating, panting. She looked peaceful and composed, as always. With her face at rest. He placed a hand against her cheek. She looked like the girl he missed. But a darker part of him remembered these same cheeks twisted by derision, insulting his manliness, tongue cutting cruel paths. Her breathing deepened. Was she finally waking up? He waited. No. But her chest heaved. And he remembered again her breasts. He watched them rise and fall, rise and fall. He trailed his hand, from her cheek, down her neck, and caught her cup as it rose into his hand. He kneaded it in his grip, marveling that a handful could feel so good. He wished he had pillows this nice. A part of him wondered if this was wrong. What would she say if she woke up? Did he care? He’d keep squeezing, probably, until her shrieking drove him out of the room. Until then… He felt her stomach, her toned abs, where he used to wrap his arm and lift her from her feet. They used to laugh together, before she decided one was superior, and the other a dog. His hand roamed, and he tickled the line where her skin bulged from the leotard. He reached his fingers around her thigh and gripped it, hefting and jiggling the fat. What a strange and arousing creature she’d become. Was she still asleep? Really? He held open an eyelid. She didn’t react, didn’t flinch or try to blink. Her pupil glared, unfocused. He lifted her arm and let it fall. It bounced on the bed, flopped over, and plopped her hand into his lap. She only brushed the cloth. But that minor stimulation made him tingle with realization. He was hard. Really hard. Exertion had disguised his arousal. Terra swallowed, worried. He didn’t even like her. How was she doing this to him? And with her hand gracing his manhood, it really did seem that way. He held his hand in hers, then squeezed, wrapping her digits around the cloth, around him. Winning felt good. Breathing hard, he stroked, and reveled in the softness of her fingers. He wanted to really enjoy this while it lasted. So he kicked off his shoes and scooted out of his pants. Her fingers against his bare prick felt incredible. He groaned as he wrapped her around it and stroked. With his free hand, he caressed her breast. Her lips, pink like a lotus, had a slight sheen of drool. He ran a finger across her mouth. Another miracle of softness. And pressing his finger between those lips yielded a whole warm cavern of that pleasure. He knew where his dick was going next. But first, more exploration. He stood and worked his hand under her, finding the back of her leotard. He pulled the fabric forward and over her shoulders, then down to expose her breasts. And there he stopped. Her skin was usually porcelain. Red and blue blooms decorated her form- Bruises, and veiny purple lightning where capillaries had burst through that splotchy painting. He’d fireman carried her a long way. And he hadn’t been gentle. His shoulders had roughed her up the whole way. He jerked himself with her hand and admired the colors like a pervert in an art gallery. She was hot. She was a woman, and he wanted to fuck her. The realization, the admissions, made him shiver. But beyond that, she was a beautiful sight. Like a flower. He wanted to pull off the petals. His climax surprised him. His balls tightened, and so surged his grip, Aqua’s fingers, around his shaft. It throbbed. Ropes of cum splashed across her breasts like milk spilling on rose quartz. Like fucking art. He stared again, dizzy, leaning over her with his arm braced against the wall, watching his spunk roll along her curves and gather in her cleavage. And she was still asleep. Still drooling. Her next exhale formed a bubble at her mouth. Soft and slow, the sigh built and grew, and then popped. And he was hard again. Terra straddled her cum-slick chest, smearing them both. He dragged his dick across her face, wiping her with it. Now there was a sight. His tip tickled as he flicked it through her bangs. His nuts rested comfortably on her chin. His shaft throbbed every time he grazed her nose. And again, the miracle of softness. Her pristine skin and rosy lips. He pulled her eye open to look at those deep-ocean irises. How could something so pretty be such a bitch? He slapped his dick against her face, and smirked. “Now I’m in charge.” And to prove it, he pulled back his dick until the head dragged against her drool-slathered mouth. He smeared it around her hole, pre-cum and saliva splaying across her angelic features while he wet his cock for entry. And then he lined it up and leaned forward. There was no other experience to compare it to. His head slid past her lips. His shaft felt the same grace and widened her mouth. But going deeper, his tip still had her tongue to keep him company. More shaft, more depths for the tip. And when he finally came to rest, her lips pressed against his pubes like a kiss. He moaned. Loudly. Who would hear him? Her? Great, she’d wake up and understand her place. Fuck, this felt good. He wanted to stay nestled her forever, enjoying the spasm of her throat as her gag reflex kicked in. But then he wouldn’t get to thrust. So he pulled back, her wet hole tightening around his tip as it retreated, then inhaling roughly to catch air. He relaxed his weight on her chest, stopping to watch her face again, now wet with her own nasty mucous. He rubbed his cock over her features, getting strands caught in her bangs, wiping the spit across her cheeks. Her lips, the same instruments of her mocking earlier, were now just a sock for his cock. No reason to waste time then. His heart accelerated, and he wondered if he could get her mouth pregnant. He was going to damn well try. He pulled her chin down, aligned his cock, and thrust in gently, then again, faster, then again, harder, and set a rhythm, a slow jog. This was great. He was fucking her. He was fucking the mouth that had cursed him. Winning was great. Darkness was fucking great. He added force to his thrusts, hips bucking, dick plunging her mouth. The squelching sound filled her room and echoed against the stones of the castle. The exertion tightened every muscle in his body, and that tightness gathered in his groin. His grunts and groaning relaxed him. Fuck, he wanted this to last forever. Or come to its finale now. Both. Temperance won out. He slowed to a stop, dick half-way in her face, and stared at the sloppy mess she’d become. Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe. Thick mucous had gathered around his tip like syrup, and she was struggling to resperate through the bubbles it formed. The one downside to all this was that he had to do all the work. He wondered what her tongue felt like in action. What if her head was bobbing? He grabbed her hair and tried it out, yanking her limp head forward, craning her neck and forcing her jaw open. Just the sound of her gagging was worth it. But the feeling was the same. Glorious, wet, but still like he was fucking a doll. He pushed her head away, watched it fall limp against the pillow. She was frowning. He scoffed. “Yeah, well I’m disappointed, too.” She didn’t answer, so he slapped his dick on her face. On a second, angrier thought, he grabbed her nose and pointed it at the ceiling. Then he raised a hand and swatted her cheek. The sound was nice. Watching her head roll the other way, then back as the torsion of her pose unwound, entertained him. So he did it again. Harder. Nose up. Ready… Swing. He hit her cheek bone. The sound was dull. The strike reverberated up his forearm. Yeah, she’d feel that when she woke up. But he wanted to hear a proper smack. So he tried again. Harder. Nose up. WHACK! The slap echoed. A red imprint formed on her cheek. Back to fucking. He pushed his dick in and instantly knew he was close. And he knew further that he could nut again after that. So he let it come. He pushed his cock forward until her gag reflex squeezed the ring of his head. And there he stayed, feeling the climax approach, waxing, waning, WAXING, waning. And then it burst. He grunted. He moaned. He roared. His balls rolled up inside him, and his thighs cramped tight. Every ounce of pressure he could muster went to painting her throat. His spasms overpowered hers. She made a light grunt, but wasn’t awake enough to object further. Or strong enough to push him off. Terra’s thighs shook as the last spurt left him. The pleasure felt sharp, like needles or static. Overwhelming. The dizziness returned, stronger. He leaned forward, arms folded on her headboard, feeling the comfy tingle of his dick returning to a normal size in her throat, resting his abs and pubes against her face. His sweat dripped across her sheets, down his abs, down his crotch. He watched it drip onto her face and pool over her eyes and mix with her gag-spit and his jizz. Damn, he’d even gotten that sticky mess spread across his own stomach. He patted her head, and felt the spunk mixture matted into her hair. He wiped his hand on the pillow and pulled himself out of her, then sat back on the bed’s edge to relax. She was blue. Not just her hair, clothes, and color scheme. Her face had turned blue. She wasn’t breathing. He whispered, “Oh Shit.” He knew CPR. But he’d rather fuck her corpse than get his lips near the mess on her face. He paused to reflect on how dark that thought was. Maybe she had a point about this all going a bit far. He had an idea. Moving fast, he stood and rolled her over. Her legs slid off the bed, and her torso came around, ass presenting to him, head towards the wall. Terra readied his elbow, lined it up, and dropped all of his weight onto her back. If it could knock the wind out of an opponent, maybe it would force his nut out, too. Aqua made a wet exhale sound. Spunk painted the wall in front of her face. And then she strained to inhale. Her breathing was ragged, face smothered in the blankets. Terra sighed, then smirked. “I gotta do everything around here. Being in charge is a lotta work.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Now her breathing came steady, but as a whistle, with spunk popping on her lips at the end of every exhale. She was still gorgeous. He couldn’t decide: to be mad, or to be grateful he owned such a wonderful toy. He couldn’t believe she was still asleep. Had he really cast a spell that powerful? Maybe he would surprise Master Eraqus. Maybe he would taunt Aqua that she’d taught him well. Holding her head was getting uncomfortable. He reached across her, to grab a pillow and prop up her weight. His groin brushed her ass, and he didn’t have to think. Instinct bucked. Just in case he couldn’t put a baby in her throat, he had to try her pussy. And look, her leotard was already off her shoulders. He pulled it down her waist. The skin-tight leotard fell away. Her ass did not sag a single centimeter. The plump rump stayed suspended as if by a spell. He was hard again. He was even harder. And he was already lubed. He squeezed her ass cheeks, fondling the sculptures, then pulling them aside to find her sacred center. Now he would probe the depths of her mystery. Or just fuck like an animal and learn nothing. He dragged his dick along her folds, spreading her mucous and his pre-cum between her thighs, until his head found purchase in her slit and slid forward. He was like the beggar in the cavern of delights. And he was taking everything. He already knew how to hump. And her body was already wet. The first rut brought him to her limit. His tip hit her cervix, and he looked down in confusion. He had another inch to go. He’d expected this to be deeper than her face hole. In frustration, he pushed his cock against her cervix, then pulled back and rammed it, then again, harder. There was a slight nudge. His head poked through and was squeezed so tightly he’d surely found heaven in that place. New objective. He gripped her hips and thrust like he was trying to hurt her. He’d finally found a way to get more pleasure than pain from her. He fucked her like she was disposable. Like he’d found her in the trash and was getting one last use. Her juices splashed against his thighs and dripped down her own. Her snoring kept on steady. Whenever she sagged too far off the bed, he leaned into her and forced her back up by that pressure, bashing against her cervix. Even the bed shifted. Her arm fell between the frame and the wall, and her shoulder took the whole brunt of his fucking. Something cracked. A bed spring or the frame, or her. He didn’t care. It was funny to destroy something she needed. He wasn’t just breaking her room; He could end her whole life. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face, hands on a swollen belly as she realized she would never be a keyblade master. Or eyes empty, mouth gaping, if he wanted to wring her neck. That put him over the edge. Her damaged back was like a canvas before him. He pulled out. Her legs splayed and she slid to a kneel beside the bed as he shot lines across her bruises. The stripes ran all the way up her shoulders. One, five, twelve. Terra felt tired. Now he was spent. Aqua fell to her side, head hitting the floor, and Terra decided that was a fine way for her to wake up: tangled in bedsheets, naked, mostly bruised, cum- soaked and spit-addled, head aching with a black eye. He wiped his dick off on her leg and gathered up his things. He was sleeping in tomorrow.     Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Caitlyn, Jayce] Overworked ***** Chapter by Geist_(Geist9871) Chapter Summary Stricken by a case she cannot seem to solve, Caitlyn is consumed by the pressure of her job. With Jayce swinging by to check on her, she decides to relieve some of her stress. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes    Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== Overworked by Geist ===============================================================================     (sauce)   =============================================================================== A refined edition of this_one-shot, the eighth quality entry of the Ardour_& Lust smut collection. ===============================================================================   PILTOVER KILLER DEATH TOLL RISES TO FIFTEEN. NO STATEMENT RELEASED FROM POLICE UNITS. The article showed a body in a puddle of blood, along with the caption “Has the law abandoned us?” Caitlyn set the newspaper down on her desk. Every case she had ever sought to close had been done so quickly and efficiently, before some budding reporter had the chance to write lie-ridden stories. She had never given them a reason to criticise her. Her name was known throughout the city as the greatest detective there had ever been, so why couldn’t she even begin to solve this case? Why didn’t she have a single lead to work with? She chose not to let the pressure of the media get to her too much. She sat back in her chair, noticing that she had left her cup of tea to go cold. Staring up at the wall of her study, she looked over the many pictures of the mysterious killer’s victims, hoping to find some sort of similarity or common ground between the deaths. Every one of their dead faces seemed to stare back at her, longing for an answer to their untimely ending. They were all fairly average people. Some were wealthy and noble from the upper districts of the city, while others were street rats and criminals roaming the alleys and tunnels in the underground. Some were male, some female and all of their ages were different. There was nothing out of the norm about them, or any apparent connection between them. Any person could have chosen a random group of Piltover’s citizens to murder, but there had to be a motivation behind it. She stood up, flattening her violet dress out and adjusting her hat. She pulled the first photo off the board, staring more closely to try and identify what exactly was the cause of death. The body in the photo was completely unharmed on the outside. Not a single noticeable scratch or physical wound of any kind. But like all the other victims, the body had bled out from every point possible, leaving their skin cold and blue. It was obvious from the diagnostic that the cause of death was internal, but what could have caused something that devastating from within? Only an autopsy would tell, but those results were not due for another week. She had to find something quick before any more deaths were recorded. Caitlyn thought to her work partner, Vi. The brash loud-mouth was away on business for more than a month and not on the mainland. Even if Caitlyn was to call for her immediate assistance, it was unlikely she’d be back in the city any quicker than the autopsy results. At least Jayce had been passing by with new inventions to keep her company, and stayed by her side during the long hours of interrogations she had to conduct. He’d been in his workshop this afternoon, determined to make a breakthrough. Caitlyn woke up with her face planted on her desk. She pulled her head up and groggily looked around the room. The light had gone from the windows and only a black sky dusted with stars looked in on her from outside. The ticking clock above her desk read a quarter past one in the morning. She sighed deeply, looking drearily at the stacks of papers and photographs littering her desk. A click resounded from her front door, followed by the sound of it being opened and closed. She knew it could only be Jayce, he was the only one who had a key to her place aside from Vi, and she wouldn’t be back so soon without messaging on ahead. She heard him walk softly down her hallway, obviously trying to be as quiet as possible in case she had decided to call it a night. ‘It’s alright, Jayce,’ she called out. ‘I’m still up.’ ‘Oh,’ she heard his smooth voice say as the footsteps grew louder. He emerged into her study, noticing her still slumped at her desk. ‘Why am I not surprised to see you still awake?’ he said with a smile. She returned one of her own, albeit weaker. ‘The case doesn’t sleep, Jayce. These people aren’t going have any rest in death unless I bring the killer to justice,’ said Caitlyn. She took off her purple top hat and ran a hand through her long hair. ‘I was hoping to have at least something to show at the police meeting tomorrow. We’re supposed to be issuing a statement by the end of the week,’ she said. He stepped up behind her shoulder, leaning over her and looking at the photographs. She could smell his usual aftershave on his skin: fragrant, but distinctly masculine. ‘Strange set of deaths, aren’t they? Until we have anything back from the labs I don’t think we can get anywhere on our own. Definitely not tonight anyway,’ said Jayce. She looked disappointed. ‘“By the end of the week” they said, just remember that. We’ve still got time,’ he assured her. He stood back up, giving her a pat on her shoulder. The skin left exposed by her low-cut dress enjoyed the sensation of his touch. She rubbed her fingers over her eyes to try and remove the tiredness from them. ‘And enough time for you to have a decent sleep,’ Jayce said. She gave a flap of her hand. ‘I’m fi-,’ she started to say, but before she could even finish the words she was consumed by a long drawn-out yawn. He chuckled. ‘Looks like it,’ he smiled. ‘Come on, sleep now. Call it a night,’ he said, gently spinning her office chair away from the desk. She tried to move it back around. ‘No, I’m close to finding something. Just need a little more time. The trail’s still hot, Jayce,’ she said. ‘Another cup of tea would sort me out.’ ‘Nope, not allowing it. I’m not leaving here until you’re away from this work and on your way to bed. Come on, time to stop.’ This time Jayce put his hands on both her shoulders and wheeled her chair away from the desk. Her body slumped and she gave in to her exhaustion, letting out another yawn. ‘There, you look better already,’ he said, now that she was facing away. ‘Can I leave you if you promise to get some rest and stop worrying about this case?’ She turned quickly and her hand shot to his that were now rested on the back of her chair. She clutched to him tightly and looked him in his pale blue eyes. ‘Stay here,’ was all she said as she slowly stood up, still with her hand around his. ‘For the night I…don’t think I’ll sleep otherwise.’ Her tone was soft and almost pleading, sounding if the statement was difficult for her to admit. Her violet eyes had softened and did not look away from his face. ‘Yes, I know I’m exhausted. But I’d never allow myself a wink if I keep thinking about this,’ she said. He blinked a few times. ‘Oh um…I mean, sure,’ he said. ‘I can sleep on the floor or—’ She interrupted him by standing up as straight as she could and flattening her body to his. Immediately he became aware of the softness of her chest pressed to him as the pale flesh pillowed in her dress. Her eyes that had been previously weary and drawn had flared with newfound energy. She still gazed at him with longing, though now it had been tinged with a certain heat. She took his other hand in hers, letting him feel just how warm she was. He looked suddenly a little unsure, uncharacteristic of how she knew him to be, the charisma he brought to every situation suddenly lost. ‘I said stay with me,’ she said coyly. ‘I’m not on the floor, Jayce.’ Her words sounded final as if she was not to be argued with. She pressed herself to him, the swell of her breasts grazing his chest. She rose to her tip-toes in her boots to reach his face. His gaze wandered to the glint of moisture on her lips before flicking back to the vibrancy of her eyes. His hands settled on her waist as she pressed their faces together, their lips tentatively meeting in a gentle kiss. She sank deeply into their embrace as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her passion grew more fervent as she allowed their tongues to mingle. Jayce was an attractive man with a kind heart, and she could not lie to herself and say that she had not imagined this moment happening before. A shiver of pleasure shot up her spine as his hands sank lower, tangling in the frills of her purple dress and wrapping around the shape of her rear. She sighed deeply into another round of their duelling lips, bringing her slender fingers up to lose themselves in the chestnut of his short hair. He shuffled off his long fur coat as he spun her around and pressed her back to the wall by the window. Outside, a drizzle of a fine rain had begun to fall against the light of the oil lamps in the streets of Piltover. She could feel the chill of winter on her side by the window as she was up against the wall. His hands gripped her thighs and lifted her off her feet. His waist settled in her open legs as she wrapped them around his middle and held on tightly. Her hands still clung to his neck as they continued to kiss with passion. She felt her dress hiking up her thighs as his touch met her bare skin and brushed against the lace of her panties. In the briefest moment where their lips were no longer locked, he breathed her name. She stopped to lightly kiss his cheek and run a finger along the stubble on his jaw. ‘I think I’m ready to go to bed now,’ she said. ‘You’ve convinced me.’ ‘Like me to carry you, my lady?’ he asked with a charming smile. She finally let out a contented laugh. ‘That would be perfect.’ He gripped her more tightly, supporting her back as he marched her across the room in his arms, out of the study and into her bedroom. The magenta covers of her bed were perfectly uncreased and smooth, ready for them to crash down on its soft sheets. The lamp by her bedside burned with the flicker of a candle, bathing the room in a mellow orange glow. Caitlyn felt her back hit the bed and her head fall onto her pillow. She kicked off her boots and made herself comfortable. Jayce had pulled his shirt over his head and leant over her, tucking his arms under her shoulders and nibbling at her pale neck. He trailed kisses along her collarbone, and down to her chest. Tugging at the ruffles of lace that lined her dress at the chest, he pulled the material down to reveal her milky breasts. They stood at attention as he teased the peak of her right breast with his mouth and massaged the left in his palm. She was wonderfully warm to the touch and the breaths that hitched in her throat was all the indication he needed to carry on. She let him continue to service her breasts, before sitting up and pulling her dress over her head, tossing it to the side. Rising to his knees, he was granted with the sight of her left only in her white lace panties. She brought herself up to meet him, engaging in another feverish kiss. He took her breast in his grip, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipple between his fingers. He nipped, sucked and licked all over her body to appreciate every inch of her curves, every last rise and fall. His belt came loose, trousers slipping off his legs along with his underwear. He pushed them off as he brought her panties down the length of her smooth legs. Her womanhood glistened in the low light, crowned by dark hair that matched the long tresses cascading down her back. She squealed, muffled by the finger between her teeth as Jayce began to draw circles around the inside of her thighs. He collected up her wetness before testing her entry, pressing two fingers slowly into her heat. Her feminine stomach wound up as her muscles tightened and she twitched with pleasure as his fingers rubbed along her inner walls. He silenced her cries with a kiss as he built some speed within her. Her carnal bliss heightened with every push of his marvellous fingers and her dainty hand gripped his wrist hard. She did not want him to ever stop, the stress of her job began to seep from her like the fluid from her eager slit. She was left empty of feeling for a moment as he withdrew, but soon felt the definite shape of his manhood at her entrance. She fell back hard onto the sheets, bringing Jayce on top of her. She clutched him tightly, his skin covered by a thin film of sweat in their lovemaking. She kissed his forehead tenderly as below he angled himself and pushed into her. Their lips met as she slowly withdrew and thrust in again. He was gentle with her, easing himself in and out as he kissed her lips with affection. She took his bottom lip in her teeth, nibbling at his mouth with ever moan of joy that left her. ‘That’s good,’ she breathed. ‘Don’t stop.’ The heat of her vagina caused his head to swim, but he continued his delicate rhythm, concerned only with her pleasure. He knew in his head that she had likely not experienced the touch of a man for some time, and as she was so consumed by her job on a daily basis, likely hadn’t ever devoted much time to pursue romantic interests at all. She was selfless in her dedication to the police force that she was willing to neglect her own needs. He did feel privileged that she trusted him enough to allow him to bed her and share in this moment. He looked over her face, finding it more beautiful than ever before. Her pale skin, sculpted features and luscious lips. Her eyes were half-lidded and weary, but the smile on her lips told him that for the first time in a while, she was happy. Caitlyn tugged him over, so they became lost in the sheets of her bed. They tumbled and tangled, still with him inside her, before settling on their sides with the covers wrapped around them. They fit together like spoons, the curve of her ass sitting in his waist, allowing his length to continue its course in her nethers. Jayce continued to thrust into her, his palm trailing up her slender waist and down between her legs. He found her clit, massaging it with slow circles in time with his waist meeting her hips. She groaned louder and with more passion as his thrusts became harder, more forceful and his breaths more ragged. She cried out as she reached her peak, the contractions in her womanhood pushing him over the edge. His seed spilt within her, filling her with his warmth and pooling in her core. He groaned as his cock shot into her and he gripped her naked body hard. Caitlyn didn’t remember falling asleep. The white light of a new day beamed into her bedroom, sending rays of sun across her bedsheets. It illuminated the two shapes in the bed, and she became aware of the warmth at her back and the strong arms holding her intimately around the waist. Jayce still slept soundly, and every breath he took tickled her ear. She was warm and felt happier than she had been for as long as she could remember. Her thoughts then hit the brick wall of the unsolvable case that still plagued her and sat upon her desk. The passionate night with Jayce had alleviated her worries for a few hours and allowed her to sleep soundly, but it had not gone. The photographs of the murdered bloody victims flashed in her mind. No mar or cut on their skin, but dead as one could be. Her eyes suddenly widened. The pieces fell into place. She threw the bedcovers over herself, freeing herself from Jayce’s loving embrace. He woke up at her sudden movement, groaning and opening his bleary eyes. ‘…What’s up?’ he asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes. She was stood up by the wall, still naked from sleeping with him as she pulled her nightgown over her shoulders. ‘I’ve worked it out. I know what killed those people. I’ve got to get to the police station.’ ‘Planning on dressing first?’ he shouted as she rushed out of the room and down the hall.   Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests, prompts, and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Maki, OC] Strawberry Beach Cocktail ***** Chapter by GuardianBell Chapter Summary An attempt to get away from it all turns into a steamy affair on the beach with a certain shrewd, red headed idol. You don't exactly know who she is or where shes's from, but that ass makes it hard to care... Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes   Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   ===============================================================================  Strawberry Beach Cocktail by GuardianBell ===============================================================================       (sauce) ===============================================================================   “There are other girls on this beach, you know.” Alarm bells went off in my head. I had gotten caught staring at the lucious, beautiful sight of a young woman’s ass as she sat atop a wooden staircase, taking a tank top off to presumably go swimming in a pearly white two piece. It was a bathing suit that simply didn’t leave much to be desired,her curves spilling out, just itching to be squeezed and tugged. Her expression was a sharp one, but a bit flushed as she took in being ogled by me. I wasn’t sure if she liked my attention or not. In these situations, especially with a girl as young as her, I tended to back off lest I raise a stink. But I was fresh off of a break up and I had never seen an ass quite like that, so I decided to push my luck. I came to this resort because I wanted to break away from all the responsibilities a massive breakup in the tail end of your 20s left behind; specifically, the situation where two people who practically rely on each other to make ends meet having their bond go up in flames and having to deal with the fallout. It wasn’t pretty. So she took a break and so did I, doing a dumb 20- something-year-old thing to do and blew a bunch of cash to get away. My biggest fear was feeling better about her by the time I got home...but losing myself in some younger girls should help me with that. “If you were so concerned about them you wouldn’t be here taking all the attention away,” I said to the particular young girl in front of me, wanting to push her buttons. She turned even redder. “That’s what you think, huh?” She turned back around and went about her business. I watched her take the top off the rest of the way, leaving the string bikini as the only piece of fabric on her back. God, the way her body curved out as my eyes roamed up and down was perfect. Girls like her were tricky; blunt as a bat and always on the defensive. But she hadn’t told me to go away yet though. That was the key. You see, polite girls will waste a man’s time: string you along and whisper the truth to the right people so it finds its way to you without you ever having to do the dirty work. Shrewd girls though, they tell you to go away; they don’t have a reason not to. So when the new strawberry-haired target of mine simply took a long look at me over her shoulder and turned back around, I knew I was still in the safe zone. Indifference was her way of reaching out, since so few guys got that far. I accepted the invitation, and sat next to her on the wooden steps.Through small talk she had told me she came out here with her parents every year, careful to emphasize the “parents” part. From the tone of her voice it seemed like she was bored with it all, but that might just be how she always sounded. “So your parents let you dress like that?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes, but I saw a smirk creep in the corner of her mouth. “I have to wear skimpy outfits as part of my hobby sometimes so they kinda got used to it, I guess.” “What kind of hobby? You some kind of model?” Another smirk, this time with no attempt to hide it, giving away the truth behind her cracking facade. “What are you even talking about?” “Well, you got the body for it,” I said.   Her cheeks gave her away as they turned as red as her hair. She glanced behind her again. Whoever her parents were, they were nearby. “I’m serious about my parents.” She frowned. “My dad would freak if he saw some weirdo with a five o clock shadow hanging over me; he’d kill you.” “To be frank..” I leaned in closer to her pushing my luck even further by suddenly rubbing my hand against her thigh.  “I’d die for this.” I could tell she was put off by my corniness, but said nothing. Her body language said it all as I rubbed the inside of her thigh, drawing circles with my finger. She squeezed her thighs together and looked down with a sort of dainty smirk. My heart skipped a beat. It was as if I had cracked the code to a safe. She glanced behind her again, seeming to assess the situation. She was thinking if I was worth the risk, I could tell. She gave me one last once-over and bit her lip. Finally she stood up, my heart sinking a little as I assumed she was about to her senses and leave the older creep be, but she whispered “wait here” as she stood up and walked back toward the resort building. I checked her out all the way to the door, basking in the thrill that her wonderful ass would soon be mine. This vacation was getting better by the second. A minute later she came out with a beach towel in her hands, and whispered to me to meet her out front without following her too closely. I did as she asked, thinking it all a bit silly as we parted ways, careful not to attract any attention. I waited about 30 seconds and followed her out. She seemed to relax a bit away from the crowd, towel in hand and a more welcoming smirk on her face as she grabbed my hand and led me along the beach. I watched her ass bounce back and forth the whole way as it twisted around in the white fabric. Without even thinking, my hand shot out and gave it a squeeze. She flinched and looked back at me with a pout, still feigning annoyance this late into the game. Finally, we came to a secluded part of the beach hidden by a cluster of rocks. It was too convenient of a spot for her to have come upon it by accident. She had taken guys here before me and she would do it again and again before she was even out of her teens. It added to the thrill, like I had been one of the lucky few to be chosen by a princess. I kept that cornball comment to myself though. At this point, I was throbbing but I forced myself to wait a little bit longer since I wanted to spoil her. She laid down on the towel, spreading herself before me in a sort of come hither fashion. All she had to say to me was “Well?” in a way that implied the routine of the whole taboo act before I was on top of her. My hard cock pressed against her as we kissed on top of the towel. We groped each other through our fabric, her hands running along my cock in a  way that impled all sorts of experience was up this little girl’s sleeve as she pressed all the right buttons, making me twitch and moan into her mouth. I felt like I was struggling to match her pace with my own, so I started fingering her pussy through the oh-so-thin barrier of her bikini bottoms. She had just the right amount of squish; her bikini covered what it needed to but it left plenty of flesh on display. I broke free from her hot mouth, leaving her tongue empty as I kissed down her skin, kissing at the flesh of her tit spilling out of her top, careful not to touch her nipple just yet. I liked to show restraint with girls like her. To bring them out of their shell carefully and strategically. She didn’t express herself verbally much. Her breathing was labored but she didn’t ever moan. Not even when she slid her left breast out from her bikini top as a sign that she was impatient with my patience.  I locked it down with my lips without missing a beat. Her breaths turned into gasps as I swirled around the sensitive nip. It wasn’t long before she simply untied the bikini top, giving me access to both of her perfectly-sized breasts as I switched between them with my tongue and a my hand, making sure both of her tits were never unoccupied. Her body was a buffet., and I was going to eat all I could. My free hand went back into her bikini bottoms, slipping inside craftily and feeling her soaking wet lips for the first time. She let out a sharp gasp, but she didn’t dare stop me from indulging as I rubbed her down. As soon as I began to penetrate her with a finger she gave me a gentle push, muttering something about not wanting to cum in her bathing suit before stripping the rest of the way. With that, her fingers grasped the string of her bikini bottom, untying it in a single pull of her wrist. She grabbed the thin fabric before ripping it off her body, throwing it aside carelessly onto the sand, her mostly bare, beautiful snatch finally in view. I took a good look at her naked curves before I saw her glaring at me, prompting me to quickly follow suit; I got on my knees to pull the shorts off my hips, before sitting down on the sand to pull them off the rest of the way.  Her break in character when she saw my cock sent waves through me,her big purple eyes getting even bigger with her cheeks flushing again at the sight of my size. That little flare of intimidation was always a highlight for me, but with how much of a hardass this girl was it was even better. She didn’t want to seem too much like a young, inexperienced cutie though, quickly turning to lay on her stomach. She then wiggled her raised ass back and forth, making it jiggle in just the right way to set a fire in me and asked if this is what I was waiting for. I pressed my cock against her entrance and repeated the question, directing it towards  her. She sighed in response, and turned to me with one of her award-winning smirks and said something I’ve been waiting to hear for an hour. “Just fuck me already.” I couldn’t handle the build up anymore. My cock was begging to have a girl wrapped around it and I couldn’t keep my body waiting. I grabbed her, squeezing her hips hard as I pushed deep into her tight snatch and she yelped, which sent the best kind of chill down my spine. I quite liked the idea that I was outpacing her now instead of the other way around. I started trying to find a rhythm as I pushed in and out of her,  but she felt so incredible as she squeezed my shaft and milked it of it’s pre that it became hard to think about theatrics. This was quickly turning from sex to fucking as I lost control and started pounding her like a man possessed. She gripped the sand to either side of her and buried her face into the towel, finally letting out those first real moans I waited so long to hear. She seemed to be embarrassed, but that only made me go harder; driving that vulnerability out of her is what I wanted from the start. My thighs began slapping against her hips,audible over the waves and wind as I leaned down, pressing my chest against her back as our difference in size became a bit more apparent. I took a deep breath of her strawberry hair as it bobbed back and forth under my chin, red sticking to the back of her neck as she began to really sweat. The towel was starting to slide forward under us as she grunted and mewled and pushed back against by hips like she was begging for it without saying a word. Her facade had fallen completely and she was singing like an idol as she lost herself on my cock. She refused to yell “Fuck me!” but she never needed to; her body said it all as she squeezed me as if I’d fade away or slip free if she didn’t hang on for dear life. At one point she suddenly came, her tongue breaking loose from her lips and her body going crazy under me as if it’s trying to break out from the weight I pinned her under. I couldn’t see her legs as I kept fucking her through her orgasm, but I felt them twitch and spasm under me as she rode the wave of her climax. She stopped pushing back and lay prone, body limp with her ass held up by my squeezing fingers, erasing all sensations but my cock from her mind. Her moans then get looser and more wild with the dainty edge gone from them as I continued railing her into a drooling mess. Her second orgasm came not long after mine, a mess of fluids staining the bottom half of the towel as I pushed in and fired deep into her with all that I had, coating her walls with my seed and marking her as mine. She mewled and bucked against my hips, arms reaching behind to grab at me and try to force me to stay inside her as I continued spraying. She finally hummed after the last shot before going limp back onto the ground, taking in my seed like it was a precious nectar. I pulled out of her with a grunt, looking at my handiwork as I watched my seed roll out of her and ruin her fancy little towel. Her sweat layered body was heaving up and down as she let out a series of labored moans. Her cute little hips were still twitching a little as they hadn't quite caught up with the rest of her as my seed wormed out of her. I couldn’t see her face behind her strawberry hair, but I knew then and there that I had destroyed her. I laid down beside of her in time with her body finally releasing it’s tension and relaxing. I couldn’t help but relish in how lucky I was, letting it wash over me like the waves on the beach. I expected her to raise a fuss about me unloading inside of her when she turned her head to face me, as young girls tended to do. Instead, she simply said she wanted a break before we did it again before hesitating as if it were a sin and kissing me on the lips. This kiss was different than the last. It had a certain spark to it that I hadn’t felt in a long time. She pulled away and a genuine, heart melting smile painted her face as she scooted closer to me. I felt both elated and panic. I could feel myself falling in love all over again, along with all the pain that had come after the last time. “Hey, earth to pervert? Don’t space out on me.” she jabbed playfully, catching me deep in thought. Then and there, listening to the concern in her voice and seeing her playful smirk, I decided to kick the panic down and enjoy the elation. Nothing would ruin this. “Yes Ma'am..” I breathed. We laid there together, her fingers drawing circles on my chest as we watched the waves sway. As little as we knew about each other in that moment, I felt a connection then, and I think she did too. After all, she wasn’t telling me to go away. Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Celica, Saber] Relief ***** Chapter by Scrib_eyeSteak Chapter Summary One too many stressful days has led her to her private bathing chambers...and to his arms. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes    Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== Relief by scribEye_Steak ===============================================================================     (sauce) ♪ ===============================================================================   The old Zofia was a kingdom of opulence, of luxury and indulgence that had ultimately led it down a hedonistic path of destruction. But before such a dreadful time, there was a golden era; one where the pursuit of pleasure also sparked creativity and innovation. Such as the unique form of bathing that was exclusive to the palace, a strange form of localized rainstorm referred to as a shower. Maintenance was easy thanks to a simple array of spells. Meaning that a century after its foundation, this remarkable tempest ran as clean and effectively as it had the first time. Sadly only one was actually perfected before the death of its inventor, and the means of its conception were lost. It had been among King Lima IV’s prized possessions, as it was his father’s before. It was affixed to the vast, open-collumned baths of the late king’s private wing;  the perfect spot to spend many a night writhing beneath the sweaty flesh of his ever-expanding harem. But today the chamber was silent, devoid of its usual bevy of women capturing sun rays. or the scented water splashing away the previous nights’ sins. No, instead there was but two in the hall: Celica and Saber. The princess of Zofia and her beloved mercenary weren’t currently under the stream of hot water, but rather writhing on a long chair at the foot of the titanic pool. The young ruler was pinned beneath the rugged man, their tongues clashing in a tense battle for dominance. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies; his gliding against her thigh and neck, while her dainty, manicured nails traced circles into his broad open chest. She’d stripped her plate, but left the rest of her attire intact, proving the spontaneity of their liaison. The older man was more exposed, leaving only his olive trousers, matching bracers, and his eyepatch. The rest of his rugged body was free and open for her apprising eyes and traveling fingers. Time was of no consequence to them; neither the progression of the setting sun or the muted rumblings of the capital beyond. The only things that mattered were each other. It had been nigh of a week since their last coupling, a quick trading of the tongues or a loin-given meal. But today was different. She had finally reached her wit’s end and flown out of the chambers once the daily drivel had concluded. She barely heard her retainer mention the formal gala tonight and that she had just shy of three hours to prepare. Who cares about any of that, not when she’d sent her favored guest a coy message to meet her in her father’s… no, in herpersonal bath chamber. Their fingers roamed each other’s bodies, reverent of the temples that had been sculpted and hewn. The War Father’s tutelage was in his scars and the Earth Mother’s blessings were in her curves. There was no trepidation or hesitance. Each action was performed with clear intent and a cavalier attitude that could only speak of their familiarity. “Hell of a speech today, Celica.” The princess huffed as he reminded her of that utter debacle. “Just shut up and fuck me, Saber” she panted, a trickling of regal command licking into her hungry voice. The gods could only know how frequently that voice would make legions of armed guards or upstart suitors fall in line. But while that tone might sway any number of her soldiers, it had no effect on the man who regularly ravished her until her voice was hoarse. He didn’t even bother to call her by her proper name. Instead he let out a deep, throaty chuckle before leaning in to her neck. “That’s not very fitting of a holy woman, Priestess.” he growled as he clasped her hands and brought them to his hemline. He needn’t have bothered. She would’ve gladly undone his obstructive leggings of her volition, and at twice the pace. “Says who?” Celica impishly asked as she took over. Thanks to their many liaisons, the princess had become quite versed in how best to undress her most staunch supporter. The fact she could do it blindfolded, or purely by touch, was a testament to how often they’d indulged in a little alone time. He let out a chuckle; a deep guffaw that always served to make her weak in the knees. “Idiots that don’t know you, lass.” Saber growled. The mercenary was quite aware of the cavalier attitude Mila’s disciples took behind closed doors. ‘Pleasure above All’ was the moniker of the Earth Mother after all… The redheaded princess gave a nod of approval before her hands fished out his firm erection. A few loving pumps later; they were both ready for the main act. A sunlounger might not be the most comfortable place to fuck, it certainly was a new experience. Truly a rarity for the kingdom-trotting duo. Their eyes never broke away while she guided him to her folds. As he felt his penis enter her pussy, a contented growl escaped their respective lips. “Show me how much you know me.” Celica huskily ordered, quickly adjusting to her beloved’s girth. “whatever you say, lass.” He grinned as his hands went to her hips.. He would obey her orders, not as crown princess Anthiese, but as Celica; his former employer and current frisky, foxy lover. The same one that he would gladly pound into a sexual coma every damn night if only her responsibilities would allow him. the mercenary plowed her fertile fields. From her place beneath him, she matched his pace. Every nerve of her body was practically aflame. Each meeting of their hips created new sparks that burned away her rational mind. ‘To hell with trade disputes and ceremonial guff; I’ll gladly trade it all for the privilege of riding this dick!’ Saber rattled her, intending to make her forget about every minute detail of her harrowing day. Though her body was only marginally more exposed than her daily dressing would entail, that suited the mercenary perfectly fine. Especially since he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he saw much, much more of her. With the thin material of her sleeves already pulled down by the time he strolled in, that just left her breasts to hold up the top of her battlegown turned daily wear. “Tell me, how do you feel about this dress?” he grunted as her pussy tightened around him. “Ruin it how you see fit; just give it to me, damn you!” she cried as she rode herself into a blissful orgasm. Saber gritted his teeth as her velvet walls clamped down, but managed to avoid blowing his own load. He had some pride to uphold after all. Despite her consent, the mercenary didn’t immediately destroy her garment. He had too much sentimental attachment to the damn thing to just tear it apart. ’well, not again at least’. Instead he peeled off the topmost layer and exposed her opulent black bra, the one with the golden lining and red coupling that made him go wild. Which could only mean the matching pair of panties weren’t too far behind. ‘Now how would she know to wear that? Unless…oh that little minx.’ “You expected this, didn’t you lass?” Saber growled as he removed a hand from her hips in favor of squeezing her heaving tit. She said nothing coherent in response, although the way her cheeks flushed made it clear what her answer would’ve been. “I’m starting to wonder which one of you is worse, you or the little cleric.” He mused as he increased the speed of his thrusts. The intricate metal frame of their impromptu lovenest scratched against the paved stone floors. Moans and grunts filled the chamber, wafting alongside the steamy air from the heated baths. A layer of sweat quickly formed over the duo.  A culmination of their surroundings, their improper attire, and of course their actions. Her stocking clad feet struggled to latch around his midsection, ultimately succeeding in and limiting how far he could pull out of her. Fine by him, he’d gladly take the trade-off of his, rapid thrusts for her sheer leg covers. It did nothing to alter his view of her fiery, flustered hair or the way her tits swung with every clap. They spoke little, preferring to let the symphony of lust echo out of their throats. The princess let out a shriek as she was brought to another climax, squirting her juices all over his still-pistoning cock. He merely leaned further into her sweaty body and placed his sculpted arms against her shoulders. He didn’t slow down, instead he doubled his pace. She’d just started to see more than white when her next orgasm was fast upon her,  sped along by the mercenary throwing her decoupled legs up and over his shoulder. she arched her back and kept shoving herself onto his groin in response. “You…you don’t know when to quit, do you?” he grunted. Her babbling response came to no surprise. “Alright lass; get a load of THIS.” Saber roared as he removed a hand from her shoulder and brought it down to her clit. The combination of friction between their hips and the force that he pressed with brought her to new orgasmic heights. “YES, OH MILA YES!” Celica’s voice gave out as she milked every sticky rope of cum out of her lover’s cock. Her greedy womb took it all, desperate to have at least one of his little swimmers take hold and blossom into her kingdom’s heir. The thought of one…no two….MANY little orange-headed children running about the palace made her weep with joy… “Oh Mila…” Celica cooed in delight as she rubbed her stomach, imagining all the sperm that was now sloshing in her womb. Excess spunk dripped out of her pussy lips, creating a lewd puddle on the stone floor. Saber heard her words and pulled his princess closer into his arms. “Still miss her, lass?” he softly asked as he reached down to join her hand. The chamber had gone silent, bar for the subdued patter of the ancient marvel. The two looked out the massive archways as the sun sank behind the nearby hills. “A little. I understand why she did what she did, and what she and Duma left us to do. But…” she didn’t get a chance to finish as her mercenary cupped her cheek and pulled her into a tender, over-the-shoulder kiss. No more words were shared on the subject. Instead they basked in the afterglow of lovemaking... At least for a few minutes. “Up for another round?” His rumbling voice pulled her out of her thoughts a mere second before she could air the same suggestion. The princess nodded, but there would be a stipulation involved. “Just a quick one; I need to bathe before the gala tonight.” She explained as she rose to her feet. While he didn’t get the pleasure of seeing her naked plush rump, his roaming eye was sated by the sight of her bare back and the strap of her bra. “Another needless display of pomp and circumstance.” He grunted. He’d be almost thankful he wasn’t allowed to attend, even if he missed the chance to see the lass in one of her opulent gowns. That’s okay; he had the night afterward to briefly admire it before it was thrown in the corner. “Saber…” Celica started, her tone equal parts concerned and bemused. As much as she wanted to vocally agree with him and just blow it off, this was a bit more important. Representatives from Archenea were supposed to be in attendance, and the new kingdom of Valentia needed to be shown as strongly as it could, with both it’s rulers in attendance. “But you’re right; it’d be improper to show up to such a spectacle like this.” He began, slowly rising up and giving her the sight of his swaying, half-masted dick. her eyes followed it, utterly captivated. she unconsciously licked her lips. Before she could say anything, the mercenary had swept her off her feet. With one blink of her ruby eyes, she was stunned in his arms. “That’s why were going to kill two birds with one stone.” He explained as he tightened his grip on her back and houghs and started to walk towards the shower. “But- my dress!” “What, you told me to ruin your dress how I see fit?” he chuckled as he leaned down to capture her pursed lips. Like a switch, the princess followed suit and began fighting back. Much as she had traded responsibility for revelry earlier, he had convinced her to do so again. Celica fluttered her eyes as she once again relished the taste of her lover. “Oh you incorrigible beast.” She hissed in the brief moment they parted. “Is that a problem, Lass?” he sniped long enough before going back in like a starving beggar. The princess threw her arms around his neck, pressing further and further into their lip-lock as their tongues fenced and parried. 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Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! ***** [Rin, OC] Nyoom ***** Chapter by WaddleBuff Chapter Summary He's watched his favorite race queen from a distance for too long. It's about time he shows her how much he appreciates her. Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes  Got ideas, prompts, or just wanna chat? Join_us_on_Discord!   =============================================================================== Nyoom by WaddleBuff ===============================================================================       (sauce) ♪  ===============================================================================   The spring sun glinted off the bonnets of corporate-owned models, polished and lined up proudly for the crowds. There was a pretty big turnout that day, much bigger than the one-make gig I had taken in the month before; the pay was great, but it just didn’t have the life, the buzz that I love from these bigger more mainstream touring events. As cheesy as it sounds, I realized thisis why I even raced at all: watching the car buffs, spectators and their kids ogling over the cars, race queens smiling bright for cameras. I never raced for the glory; hell, I never raced for the money either until it became apparent that autocrossing and modifying for said autocrossing wasn’t going to pay itself. Nah, I’m just a junkie, goddamn addicted-like a gambler who lives in the hotel above his favorite scrappy casino. I loved it all: “Feeling the thunder”, as the Americans call it, getting caught up in overtaking the mid-tier joe ahead of me and feeling like Senna when I’d pull some shit and slingshot past him, or just sitting after a race, watching the crowd as I sip on a Coke. Just like I was doing now, sitting next to Ichiro, my bud and my agent. He had just finished his second batch of chili- cheese fries, and was on his third coke as he guffawed, laughing at some dumb meme he scrolled past on his phone. As for myself? Well, my eyes were glued onto the only other thing that day that was prettier and sweeter than any set of wheels in that crowded pit lane: the Honda girl. She was on the shorter side, orange hair in a tomboy cut, body nowhere near as curvy as the other race queens. But what she lacked in the usual feminine charm, she made up for with that exuberant, killing smile, and the energy to back it up. That girl was all over the place: smiling here, posing in that stupid little cat pose with a car buff there, squatting down to happily play with a toddler here; I could get tired just watching her. This wasn’t my first time seeing her; in the past few track days and other big events, she had showed up, flaunting some new CR-Z model from the folks at Honda. And every time, she was just… brimming with this life, with that enthusiasm. I’ve talked to her a few times, seen that infectious smile up close. Upon seeing that I was a driver, she had confided in me, as if in secret, letting down her character to reveal that...well, there was no character. This chick was the real deal. She would tell me all these corny jokes, asking me questions about my life with wide eyes that I lost myself in, end some sentences with “nyaa~” like some kid in a way that was, incredibly, tolerable. After I approached her that one time, we’d meet up after every race to shoot the breeze and flirt. If I’m being honest, the Honda girl- sorry, Rin Hoshizora (she told me her name the third time I creeped on her). Rin was the main reason I even took the one- make gig. It was a Honda event, one that, by the holiest of coincidences, featured the CR-Z, which meant that Rin wouldn’t be far behind. I jumped on it when Ichiro gave me a list of potential gigs.   Needless to say, I was pretty much infatuated with the girl. Sure, she wasn’t as buxom as the other race queen chicks, but even then she wasn’t really lacking in anyway. Other than her sweet smile and charming sensitivities, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the smooth skin of her proportionally-long legs, how her small tits would jiggle a bit whenever she would bounce, how perky and tight her ass is, squeezed into those little skintight outfits Honda loved sewing onto her; she wasa race queen after all, and race queens aren’t really chosen just for their charming smiles. In my ogling, she peeked over her shoulder, and looked at me. Again. I smiled at her, and she smiled back knowingly, secretly, like the first time we met. But there was something else behind those eyes that day… something I was keen on finding out later on when the crowd thinned. In the meantime I’d enjoy watching her like this. I didn’t give a shit if it was creepy; it’s not like she’s been giving me the cold shoulder anyway. I was in the middle of admiring the handiwork of her one-piece dress and how I could see her upper thighs through the interlace of black strings that kept the dress tight when- “Jesus,” Ichiro said with a belch. “They’re really pickin’ ‘em youngthese days, aren’t they?” I shrugged. “I guess, man.” He snorted, stuffing another forkful of a few hundred calories past his shit- eating grin. “Wouldn’t be surprised; the kid’s totally your type. All you need is a booster seat, and you’re golden.” A minute later, I saw a suit approach her. She beamed at him, bowing as a few other suits were led around the car she was stationed at; probably a few investors taking a look at Honda’s latest offering. That meant that she had a small break...and what thatusually meant was- She was in front of me before I knew it, all smiles. “You finished with that?” she pointed at my Coke. I shook my head, giving her a grin. “Nah, but I can-” “Thanks!” She snatched the can from my hand and chugged it. Protest died in my throat at the sight of her smooth neck, throat bobbing with every one of her eager gulps. Ichiro looked on, his progress on his third basket of chili cheese fries significantly slowed as he looked at me with stuffed mouth agape, and looked at her, looking me again, now obviouslystrugglingto hold back the bastardly smirk curling on his lips. Rin finished, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and released a satisfied sigh. "Nyaaaa, that hit the spot! Thanks!" She closed her dainty fist around the can, crushing it and handing it back to me with a wide grin. “No...problem.” I was used to her happy little quirks, but it was still a charming surprise whenever she showed one of them. I introduced her to Ichiro, who licked his fingers clean, wiped them on his pants, and extended a hand...a hand she eagerly shook without a second’s hesitation, with a smile. More small talk, but soon enough it was cut short when she looked over her shoulder, realizing she was needed somewhere else. She offered Ichiro a bow, then, blew me a kiss, a smile, and a wink before she headed off. I soaked in the sweet sight of her bubble butt shifting in her tight dress, accentuated by those black high-heeled boots of hers. God, what a strut. I wanted her the way Ichiro wanted his shitty food. Was I a creep for thinking that? Maybe. But I admired Ichiro’s unapologetic Tao; he could stuff his face with shit and barely scrape by a diabetic coma. I wanted nothing more than to to follow his example, stuff myself into Rin’s perky asscheeks in a horned-up stupor. It was too quiet. I couldn't hear the smacking of Ichiro's lips. He was watching me, smiling. Then he chortled, wheezingly. “Looks like you’re pickin’ em young these days, eh?” I rolled my eyes. “Just focus on trying not to fucking choke, man.” I elbowed his side with enough force to make him swallow whatever he was in the middle of chewing on. Ichiro choked, then made a horrific vacuum-swallow sound accompanied by a violent quaking of his gelatinous gut and answered resignedly, “Alright, alright, what gets you off ain’t my business anyway.” Then, his grin. “Just hope you don’t break any laws or anything, that’s all.” He got another elbow. But the fat fuck was damn right. It wasn’t his business. Yeah, it really wasn’t. Not when Rin’s little strut had my eyes glued onto her all the way back to her little orange CR-Z, and my little downstairs friend was shifting a little restlessly when she turned around her shoulder with a look that had me clench the empty can in my hand a little tighter. And Ichiro still didn’t need to know later on that day when the corporate showroom models were rolled into the garages to be put on display the next day for the next preliminary heat, where I had followed Rin by hand after I had showered and changed into jeans and a shirt, where I was suddenly pinned against the nearest car as the little minx pressed herself against me, hands at my shoulders. I instantly knew what those eyes meant, the eyes she had given me all day. I saw what she wanted in the way her lips were wetted by her darting tongue, felt it as her petite breasts were pushed up against my shirt, pounding her pulse. And if I didn’t know, Rin sure as hell made sure that I did, taking my hands, placing them right on her ass, encouragingme to take a firm, firm grip. I tried to be clever or charming, but God was it hard when all that was occupying my mind was the smell of her skin, the heat of her small body, the softness of that tight ass. “So uh, you co-” She kissed me, hard, tiptoeing to meet my lips, tiptoeing again as she did it again. And again. I started kissing her back. I felt her hands on my chest, groping, clutching. And I started doing the same, groping, clutching. My imagination went wild. She started devilishly rubbing herself on me as best she could in that dress. I wondered how tight of a fit she was. I started envisioning her lips wrapped around me. How she looked without that delicious dress of hers, letting her taut, athletic curves bare.   How it would feel if I fucked her, feeling her stretching to accommodate me, her body heat, the sweat. I withdrew again. This was moving awfully-fast, and I was getting awfully-hard. Her eyes were almost recognizable as she looked back at me, giving me a pout. “Rin I-” Another kiss. A violent kiss, and Christ if I wasn’t tempted to just keep on kissing her then and there. She pulled back, a little whisper of a pant passing through her lips. “Jeez...already wasting so much time with your mouth, nya…” she said with a tsk . I felt her hands on top of mine behind her...pushing down, making the hands on her rump squeeze her. Oh this fucking little- “If you have anything to say, just use your hands instead; that mouth is gonna be busy.” I didn’t pull back when the gap between our faces closed again, I didn’t protest, I didn’t care anymore. Weeks and weeks of our innocent little flirtation was beginning to take fruit, and what...ripe fruit it was as the kissing got more heated, as my hand squeezed her perky little ass and her tongue slipped wetly against mine. I was unabashed now, that ass that I had dreamed about for weeks literally in my grasp, so I made sure I showed my appreciation. My nails dug into those soft, soft cheeks, I felt her squirm, and I kept squeezing. I shot my tongue forward and kept my hands hard and vulgar; I wanted to set the pace. But that, as would be proved time and time again as this went on, was...difficult. She was so eager. So lively, as her little hands raked through my hair, when she would tilt her head in a way to shove her little tongue as far into my mouth as it could. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor, and her little fingers were on my back, as we made out for a good five minutes, by the end of which had my hand already snuggled nice and tight under the yellow of her one- piece dress, clutching contentedly at her thigh; my lips were wet and almost swollen, and I was positive hers were in no better condition. I was the first one to pull away. It was a slightly painful withdrawal, for those teeth that had so innocently flashed at me on the pit lane earlier that day had devilishly clamped down softly onto my bottom lip. I kept her at bay with my free hand on her shoulder, a grin on her face, complimenting the excited, eager yellow eyes that peered at me behind a few strands of her orange hair as her body kept trying to press against mine. It took me a moment to realize just how hard I was breathing, tipped off by how hard she was panting. “Jesus, Rin…” I said, noting how clammy my palms were, and how her palms shifted with the groping of her fingers on my shoulder blades. “Moving a little fast, are we?” There was a brief few seconds where I had to time to notice she was leaned up against a CR-Z...theCR-Z she had been promoting since I met her, before my eyes were dragged back onto her. Her small breasts were heaving under the top hem of that dress of hers, her small pants failing to stop her from giggling that adorable giggle she’d given me whenever we’d share a Coke I’d grab from the nearest vending machine during one of her breaks. “Actually,” she said, her voice perky and bright, but tinged with a husk I didn’t know she was capable of. That, combined with her hands suddenly appearing at the black spaghetti straps of her top, had me panting. Her thumbs hooked under the straps, stretching them up and over her shoulders...and she gave a bite of her lip with a naughty, naughty look in her eye. “I was just thinking that you’re moving a little too slow for a driver, nya…” With that she brought her arms down, effectively peeling off the yellow of her top...and springing out excitedly from beneath, her perky breasts, nips pink and hard. The little jiggle from her maneuver had me biting my lip in pure arousal, made worse by her hands on my skin again, pulling me in for more of the taste of her tongue. By now I knew just the kind of experience this girl wanted, what kind of experience she was going to give when those hands of hers grabbed the hand I had buried against the skin of her thigh, and shoved it onto one of her breasts. I felt her nostrils breathe in sharply at the contact. Soon those breaths  grew sharper when I began to fondle, squeeze . I played along as best I could, and yeah, it felt nice to finally see what her body would feel against mine, but still. I was in shock. Who fucking knew I’d be in this position, trying to breathe properly with my tongue being dominated by this girl’s mouth, her breast in my palm after just a few minutes of sucking face like a couple of teenagers. Hell, she wasa teenager, and here I was, a grown man twisted round her finger without so much as a giggle for her to do it. It was hard as shit to keep up with her, but I found it easier and easier the more she moaned, the more she panted. She kept sucking my tongue, vulgar and contrasting the heartwarming innocence of her smile… but God did that contrast make me hard. And by the time I was kissing her neck, feeling the smooth cool skin of her bare arms against mine, I realized I was harder than a goddamn rock. She did too, and she pushed against me in earnest, trying to press her tits against my chest. I breathed hot breaths against her neck, resisting the urge to bite so bad , especially when those hands were at my jeans, expertly unbuttoning them. A telltale zipechoed out, and lightning-quick, her fingers grabbed the hem of my jeans and pulled down as hard as she could. A clang of my belt buckle later was all the time she needed before her hands scouted out my cock, one of them excitedly fondling my balls. But now, it was my turn to take the lead then and there. I was fucking throbbing, and I wasn’t about to let this chick fondle her way into a load blown in my pants before I could make her moan; all I've gotten so far was squeals and giggles. Now I’m no fucking Hugh Heffner or anything, but I sure as hell ain’t no joke. And this upstart was gonna learn that. As warm and pleasant as it was, I had to withdraw from playing with her tit, my hands swatting away hers. Before she could replace them, I shuffled forward with my pants around my feet, and my hands shot down to her thighs again, roughly grabbing one of them. I earned a shudder for that. Seeing where this was going, the kid started to push her palms between us, defiantly trying to be the one taking the lead. She was right. I’m a driver. And I may not finish in the final ten in these big league preliminaries, but I’m not enough of a pushover to let some chump overtake me on an easy corner. So I made sure that she couldn’t bring the pace to hers again. This was my pace now, and she better think again before even considering that she could change it back. Her little dress had this weird shoelace twining together the front and back flaps of the fabric. The right side was already a bit loose, due to my hand being shoved in earlier. But now, my hands were practically tearing at them, grabbing them loose without any sense of decorum, as rough as my lips that were suckling on her delicious neck, keeping her face upwards, keeping her whimpers constant. My tongue licked across her clavicle, my lips didn’t hold back from kissing wetly up to her shoulder. She had a slight salty tang, a dried sheen of sweat she had gotten from looking and prancing around all pretty in the sun today, but as I licked it all up, she definitely wasn’t flustered or embarrassed about it. At least, not enough to stop me. And God, my hungry mouth and I had no qualms about it either. Rip! Looks like my left hand was a little too eager; I couldn’t see it but I knew the frustrating pulls and tugs at her dress’ interlaced strings had torn the fabric. But hey, I didn’t give two shits, especially when that signified that I was finally done loosening those goddamn pesky strings, and her dress was loose enough for me to just shove it right up her thighs, bunching it around her stomach, and splitting those legs of hers wide open as I roughly thrust my body in between them. “Fuck.. ” I whispered into her skin as I instantly felt fireworks; my erection was pulsing now, shoved against the boxer fabric, and now, grinding against Rin’s little panty-covered snatch. My hands moved to her hips. I shuffled myself forward further, feeling the CR- Z shift a bit as I put the girl’s full weight onto the door behind her. I grinded in earnest, until finally, I heard her whimper. I smiled, horny and triumphant, reveling in the way her nails dug into the nape of my neck. Resurfacing to her lips, I kissed her eagerly. I took that little tongue of hers, pushed mine between her teeth, tasting her, making her taste the sweat that I cleaned off her neck. I slipped out of her mouth wetly and looked at her. Mistake. I almost bust a fat nut right then and there. Her eyes, swirling with that eager lust, were at half-mast now. She was still panting, her lips quivering but amazingly, still grinning in anticipation. I wanted to kiss her again then and there, I wanted to plant kisses all over her cheeks, those deceptively-innocent cheeks, but I stayed put, halting my grinding against her core. “So how’s that, Rin,” I said, a shit-eating smile trying to match her minxish grin. “Fast enough for you?” She giggled, a giggle that drove me wild, coupled with her sliding a hand from behind my neck, and slowly, putting forth a finger to draw serpentine corners down my naked chest. I thought I had taken the lead. I thought I was outpacing her, hell, I thought I was at leasta few seconds of her in the laptime. But nah. Because in the span of a few moments, she pushed me off her, and at the sight of her breasts, and the teal panties that were previously hidden between our hips, I was putty in her hands again. There was a succession of two clicks against the garage concrete as her legs came down, one boot after the other. This entire time, she made sure her eyes were on mine, she made sure, even with her eager lip bites and teasing licking of her thin lips, that she was grinning her signature smile. Then, her thumbs were hooked around her panties, and deftly, like it was something she was used to doing, she swung her leg up, and brought the undergarment around the heel of her boot before throwing it carelessly behind her onto the CR-Z’s roof. With that, she started playing with herself. In front of me. I was frozen stiff, and then and there, we both knew that I wasn’t in the lead. I was neverin the lead. I could only watch as Rin’s padded fingers ran up and down her bare, waxed snatch, showing me fully just how wet and horny she was as I saw her literally drip, drip, drip clear quim between her thighs, splattering drops onto the concrete below her heels. It was a show, just like when she would pose with hip cocked or “paws” raised for bloggers and local photojournalists. Soon enough she was moaning, the moans Iwanted to coax out, her dainty fingers slipping into her folds, her clit swollen and as pink as the flesh of her folds. Her other hand played with her breasts, pinching and squeezing, her nipples just as hard as I was as I felt my cock just swelling and desperate to dig into this girl’s pussy. Rin was making me salivate, dress bunched up like that her legs quaking slightly, and most of all, that smile of hers, never looking fake nor planted, no matter if it her trying to be cute or her trying to show how much she wanted my dick, it was still perfect. It was still Rin. She let out another shuddering moan, shutting her eyes as she hit a spot inside of her that resulted in more quim to spurt onto her hand. Then, she looked at me, breathless. “You’ll be fast enough,” she said, voice lost of its perkiness, of its chipper bounce. Instead the husk had taken it over completely, now, and she pulled me into her without so much as a crook of her finger, her breasts, her body feeling much hotter, much more malleable against my skin than it was before. Her lips were on my ear now, as I shuddered, breathing hotly against the CR-Z’s paint beside her head. “when you’re fuckingme against this Honda until I scream.” Jesus fucking Christ. I kissed her harder than I ever did any other time that night. She grinded into me, and I grinded back, her little breasts pillowing so perfectly against my skin. My hands lifted her straightup off the ground; her full weight was pinned against this goddamn promotional hunk of metal, and so was mine, making sure she couldn’t escape me even if she tried. Or, even if she wantedto, for that matter. I don’t know how she did it, but Rin surprised me again by maneuvering her boots behind my back, effortlessly pulling down my boxers down my ass to leave the rest of the work to me as those legs locked at the ankles. I pulled back from her mouth, losing myself in the intensity of her eyes. My hands were gripping her thighs harder than ever when I pulled one of them back. I fumbled, excited and anxious as shit. I felt my cock spring out between her thighs, and I gripped the base of it, feeling it pulse; I haven’t felt this desperately horny since I was in fucking high school. Every exhale was a shudder now. I couldn’t believe I was about to sink myself into this girl. I didn’t dare ruin the mood by asking if I should put on a rubber, so with that, I found her snatch. It was a damn shame that I didn’t get a chance to bury myself between her legs and feast on it; it looked so delicious, enticingly moist and bare under the light of the garage’s neon. But that little thought was instantly left in the dust as I gave my hips a little push once the tip of my erection kissed her puckered entrance, and left even further when her impatient legs tightened, bringing me in deeper. “Jesus, Rin…” I was panting before I was even halfway inside, and I had to push back against her entrapping legs to stop and take a break. I wasn’t going to bust. Not now, not when she clenched so good around me like this, when I felt like her body was a perfect fit for my cock and whatever I wanted to do with her. But, that tight body of hers had some muscle in it, because she stole my breath when one, interlocked shove of her legs, effectively burying me inside of her. I wasn’t fully inside, but I had no choice but to keep going, the remaining inches pure hell to endure while trying to hold back my climax, especially when she mewled so wantonly into my ear, and her breasts rubbed so wetly against me. She was so goddamn moist, so eager, that sign of how horny she was only making my progress slightly easier due to how suffocatingly her folds squeezed me. My crotch hair kissed her bare skin finally; I was hilted. I stopped again, breathing hard. The slight reflection of my face in the CR-Z’s paint was buried deep under the condensation of my pants. But Christ, Rin once again proved that I was moving too slow for her, because after she intentionally let a ripple of her tight pinkness clench tightaround my shaft, she giggled. Her hips, those goddamn naughty hips started thrusting forward, pushing forward with an arch of her back. “Come on...you’re not even close to moving at the pace I want,” her words were flipping every single switch inside of me that told me to savor, to hold back. I throbbed at every syllable, and growled frustratedly at her words. “Didn’t I ask you to fuckme, nyaaa?” Like I was possessed. That’s the best way to describe it. I pulled back, and snapped forward. And then I was doing it again, plunging my hard pulsing manmeat into her tight, tight pussy. Again. Again, and again . Within the span of three minutes or so, I was honest-to-God poundingher. And she was loving it as much as I was. My hands gripped her ass tight as I left huge, careless hickeys on her neck. I wanted any man who thought they could have her to think otherwise. After tonight, this bitch would be myrace queen, and I was going to leave marks to prove it. “Ahnn, now that’s, ahungch..! ...m-more like it, nya~” She said things, she said words in between her pants, and her elated, sex- hungry titters, and her sluttish moans, but I didn’t give a shit what she said now. All I cared about was how tight she sucked me in, and how satisfying it was to hear her taut little ass slapping, slapping, slapping against the car. I found her tongue with mine again, and we made out in a sloppy mess of spit and teeth. She moaned my name into my mouth, squeal and bite my tongue when I would pinch her nipples, push forward fully as far as she could go with her pink little tongue when she would start to cum. And she came at least three times while I pounded her against that car, cumming hard. Strangely enough, out of all the unpredictable shit that happened to me that night, it was this fact, this fact whenever she would grip me tight, pulling my sweating muscle onto her teen frame as she moaned out loud, squealing, cumming, that was the least surprising: Rin was a squirter. How utterly befitting of a girl like her. By her fourth orgasm, her quim was all over my stomach. Sticky and clear, it rubbed against her dress, staining it completely and utterly as I kept railing her, slapping my hips against her skin. I could hear the shocks of the Honda rock with our fucking, squeaking like springs of some cheap motel bed. She came again, tongue lashing out of my lips as she breathlessly threw her head back, laughing, laughing in a hiccuping delirium, but most importantly, clenchingtight again in the wake of her orgasm, and soon I hit it as well. Sweat was starting to accumulate around the soft skin that I so greedily clutched. One more hard heave, a thrust I put all my weight into, and my hands slipped under her thighs as reached my finish. No...no, finish is actually the wrong word. Saying I finished then and there, rocking her body with hard drives even as my cock started pumping her full of my spunk, feeling her cum again as I kept cumming, filling that thirsty womb of hers while I bit into her sweaty breast, that would be wrong. I felt like the spurts went on forever, stealing my breath with every rope of cum that shot through my throbbing meat, but I held strong, and I was far from seeing the checkered flag. My prick finally decided to expend its last shot of my cum inside her, and my body went a little limp, keeping Rin pinned against the car, panting. She panted with me. I felt her thin frame let out stray, twitching convulsions, aftermaths of the series of orgasms her body squirted out of her system from our hard fucking. No words for a good minute or two. The sound of our bodies and our skin smacking in hard, wet kisses was absent, her squeals and pleads for me to pound into her gone. Our breaths and the collective hard pulses that pounded crazily between our chests were left, maybe beaten out only by the sound of the thick cum that gushed from her pussy like syrup when I eventually pulled out of her; there was a wet sound of it splattering to the floor in thick dollops, making a puddle of white that I made sure to help Rin carefully avoid as I finally let her down. I took a small step back, giving her some space. Much to my surprise, she stood fine on her own, something I didn’t expect with how hard and brutally her legs quaked when she would reach her peaks. And finally, when our breaths normalized, she surprised me again when she beamed at me, tiptoeing to give me a peck on my lips. And, third surprise in a row, she wordlessly reached down with her dainty little hand, and started to stroke me. Like instinct, I responded by clasping the back of her sweaty head of orange, and brought her up to my mouth. We made out like this, sweaty and sloppy, my other hand eventually finding itself to her clit which was still very much swollen, her folds still very much wet and puffy, still leaking the fat hot load that I had stuffed her with. Soon enough, she was tonguing me like my spit was air, and my cock was pulsing, hard again, ready again to take her anyway she pleased. We were against the car again, writhing just like we were minutes ago before the impromptu sex that made those minutes feel like hours. But I got hard enough to the point where it poked her naked thigh, prompting her to peel her skinny body off of me; she was as ready as I, and we both knew this second round needed to start, and it needed to start soon. So she pushed me off of her, making me step back a bit to let me see her body in full for the first time since she was fingering herself to rile me up. She was a mess. Mybeautiful mess; her hair was tousled with stray threads of fiery orange protruding upwards, that corporate-labeled dress an unrecognizable bunched-up wad of stained yellow, her smooth skin marked with the red of my teeth marks and shiny with a sheen of fresh sweat, her breasts just as inviting as perky as ever, and her cunt...Jesus, it looked as tight and mouth-wateringly enticing as before, if not moreso with how puffy her lips were, almost red due to the abuse I had sawed between them. Now here, as Rin stood, knowingly exposing herself to my gaze, lettingme take her in, my eyes groping her body as hard as I did during the days I’d sit next to her CR-Z exhibit and checked her out, she could have easily said what I thought she’d say: some lame cheesy/punny shit about our “second lap”, or “putting my pedal against her metal”, or “throwing it into sixth gear”. It was all set up for her as I stood there, jeans still shackling my ankles, and my mouth agape with my cock protruding out like a third arm. But no. Instead, Rin let her body do most of the talking. She didn’t finger herself or anything, but there was a click of her boot as she turned around, and, Jesus, stuck out her ass, pushing it out towards me like it was a goddamn present. I stared at the sight before me, watching my cum leak down her smooth legs onto her black boots, taking notice of how she pressed her face against the CR-Z’s door. That should have been enough for me to shuffle forward again, stumbling over myself to shove my eager prick into her perfect, hot snatch. Of course, that day, Rin Hoshizora made it her express concern that all of my expectations and all of my limits were shattered, thanks to her expert charm and tight, virile body. So instead of bracing herself and letting me shove myself into her, she did one last thing to ensure that I wasn’t just hard again, but that I was goddamn diamondsagain. Her hands, those dirty little things, smoothed down her hips, and she palmed her ass. Without another second to waste she grabbed those firm little asscheeks, and she spread. I gulped at the sight of her puckered asshole, all tight and waiting for me, but I gulped harder at the sight of her pussy; dark and needy pink, her folds visibly pulsingfor me, rivulets of my spunk spilling freely out of her now that her snatch was spread wide, wide open for my viewing pleasure. I didn’t even notice that I had shuffled forward as I grasped her ass, letting her slip her hands away to be replaced by mine. I bit my lip at the sight of the head of my cock slowly kissing her needy slickness, following the natural line between her cheeks, upwards to the small dip at the base of her spine, past the ruined fabric of her skimpy dress, to the pair of chartreuse below her orange fringe that swirled with an inviting, lusty flair. “Why don’t you stuff me full of that cock of yours again...see how fast you can reallygo, nya..?” So this was how she liked it. Teasing me to the point of breaking, before offering herself up to me on a silver platter. Needless to say, just like the last time a few minutes ago where she asked me to fuck her, I, the goddamn chump tied around her little finger, did as was told. And soon I was hilted inside of her, my nails clenching her rump as hard as she clenched around me, and soon I was fuckingher in earnest. The slick squelching sensation of her pussy was addicting, almost as addicting as watching the girl writhe and arch, or watching my spunk scraped out of her with every backwards snap of my hips, making a mess between our skin as I kept railing her into a drooling, squealing puddle of orange-yellow. I grabbed the dress at one point, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, really, but I grabbed it, thinking I could use it like reins. I guess Honda provides some real shitty fabric for these kinky race queen concoctions, because that damn thing tore apart the moment I pulled back. Frustrated, I kept thrusting into Rin’s snatch. She protested a bit at the destruction of her dress, but I smacked her ass hard, making her mewl instead. I didn’t have time to revel in how perfect my red handprint on her skin looked, because I wanted that tattered yellow rag off of her. Now. And so like some madman I literally ripped it off in a succession of ripping hands, letting whatever bunched up wads of fabric drop into the puddle of our collective cum before those ripping hands grabbed both of her hips, making her cum, making that collective puddle bigger. “Fuck me, nyaa, yes, please fuck me!!!” She squealed and squealed, but I didn’t need to be told twice, or thrice, or four times, I just kept doing it. I loved seeing her like the way she was, pressed with her cheek flat against the window of the CR-Z, sweat rolling in thick beads down her now-naked back as her little fists clenched white-knuckle tight to counter how I kept pounding her pussy six ways to Sunday. Whenever she came I made an effort to make sure her orgasms would lead into more linked climaxes, making a pointed effort on that swollen clit of hers so she could scream louder than the deafening smacks of my thighs pummeling her ass. If I wasn’t so horned up with my sweat flying from my hair, pistoning all I had into Rin’s sucking lower lips, I maybe would have laughed at the sight of her slipping on her grip against the CR-Z, every forwards push of my tireless hips making her sweat-slicked skin slide gripless against the smooth glass of the car window, forcing her to flail helplessly, slipping on her on drool and sweat. But eventually the sight lost its humorous edge, replacing what could have garnered a chuckle at how pathetic she looked into a sight that literally had me blowing my second load faster than I could say “Fuck”: seeing how her wet forearms and drool-slathered cheek couldn’t keep her steady, Rin was forced to splay her arms onto the car window with her palms above her head. Whenever I pushed into her, she pushed harderinto the CR-Z, rocking the entire car, but keeping a steady grip...and her breath would condensate on the glass, especially when she shuddered into her biggest orgasm so far, squirting so fucking hard that clear strings of her quim painted stains onto the concrete that were longer than my leg. Christ, it was a miracle I even lasted this long, but the sight of this chipper girl so demolished and hungry for my cock, dirtying the car her identity was intrinsically tied to with her cum and her spit… I unloaded my second load into her, spunk bursting almost violent from my groin. I groaned out shudders of “Rin, R-Rin, Christ, Rin-”, almost collapsing on top of her as I smothered my nose into her sweaty skin, breathing her in, licking dazedly as ropes and ropes and ropes of my cum kept filling her, and my hips kept pushing in desperate humps, nerves overcome. I felt my spunk spurt out of her, more of it splattering onto the floor, but I didn’t give a shit, I had to make sure this tight body of hers was full of me, was stuffedof my semen. Rin of course, had no words of protest, just mewls, just panting, and an offer to kiss her over her shoulder that I gratefully accepted as my last spurts of cum stained my crotch. By the time balls decided the load was enough with a final spurt that had my knees quivering, I was panting, open-mouthed with her tongue hopelessly interlocked with mine. My cock messily exited her folds, slapping against her inner thigh. More of the creampie spurted everywhere as she turned back around to grind her breasts against my chest with her tongue still smacking against mine, but we didn’t give a shit. We were still hungry for each other and uncaring of whatever mess that hunger entailed. Rin pulled away, her actions fast and desperate. Naked except for the leather of her boots, she was a vision; a tousled, mess of sex. She opened the door to the CR-Z. And I knew exactlywhat she wanted as soon as she sat down onto the expensive, corporate-bought interior of the car, as she crooked her finger, leaving thick, thick lines of cum spurting out of her onto the black of the bucket seat as she scooted back further inside. Didn’t take long at all for me to join her, stepping out of my pants, leaving me naked other than my socks. The shocks of the car squealed, but not louder than Rin screamed in that car after I shut the door and let the girl ride me for all she was worth. The squelching of my cock stuffing her again and again and again echoed inside the confines of the CR-Z, theCR-Z I always saw her with as we defiled it, as we fucked and came and panted and sweated all over its seats inside, staining it just like we dirtied its paintjob and its windows outside. We made that Kate Winslet car scene in the Titaniclook like a fucking typo in a children’s book. Rin was a vision of beauty to me in that car, her mouth agape, sweat droplets spraying with every whip of her hair, her breasts bouncing in tandem with the hungry, greedy bucking of her hips as she fucked me, athletic body twisting hotly. Her knees made hollow banging sounds with every downwards thrust against the plastic and steel of the CR-Z’s upholstery, my ass squeaking against the smooth leather of the bucket seat. Both of her hands were tight, dead man’s grip tight around the bars of the installed roll cage. My hands were just as tight around her ass. I was all over her in that vulnerable position as she used me, kept me pistoning into her; so I made sure to bite, to suck on those teats, lick her sweat, embrace her in my arms tight. The car kept rocking and rocking, the windows thoroughly thick with the condensation of our body heat as we sweated on each other, smothering a fat mess of sex everywhere as she kept impaling herself onto my meat, viscous strings of spunk puddling in sticky puddles between our thighs. The air was thick, pungent and heady with the smell of our fucking, and I breathed it in, made sure to put my nose right up against he tight body as close I can, breathing herin. We were both reaching the checkered circle as she kept slapping, smacking, pounding into my lap. And like some spirited spotter, I wanted to encourage her to finish strong. “Let it all out, Rin, baby ungh,yeah that’s fucking it, babe, you can be as loud as you want in here, fucking scream for me, fucking scream, Rin...” Needless to say, by the end of it, my hands were on her hips, and I was racing towards my end, quim of her dozen or so orgasms staining my skin, sticky and slick on the seat around me, it got loud ; and eventually, Iwas almost screaming, yelling gibberish and cursing as my cock painfully pulsed one last time, pumping her full and full of spunk, whiteness bubbling out of her from the first two ropes until more rivulets of semen added to the puddles between us in sticky strands while Rin’s sweaty, sticky body undulated, writhed in one last, mind-fucking orgasm that we shared together as she looked at me with wild eyes, with petit tongue goddamn flailing from her lips, and I looked back with a pathetic o-face, both of us lost in the delirium of rough, crazy impromptu sex. I admired the way her toned frame looked, all naked and bare for me, her ribcage poking out slightly as she breathed hard, small breasts heaving as heavy beads and streams of perspiration ran down her smooth, smooth skin, down to her tight stomach, to her relatively-soft thighs that shuddered, caving in to the crashing tides of orgasm. Eventually the effort of staying upright was too much for the girl, and she collapsed on top of me, splattering more sweat onto my skin. She sought my lips like a thirsty cat for milk, and I provided, my encouraging hands wetly sliding up and down her back. Her kisses weren’t the heady, needy suckling of lips like before. A few more languid liplocks later and she had to withdraw, her small hands shaking, clutching at my shoulders as she had one last climax on top of me, her hips snapping into me, rubbing her clit wetly as she hiccuped curses, her lips right at my ear, beggingwhen my hand found myself at the junction of her thighs to help ease out the last of her tension. Then, in a steady downwards slope, it all ended, and it was just us catching our breaths again. I could feel my cum still spurting from her pussy onto my skin, but I didn’t care as much as I cared about how...rightit felt for this girl’s body, naked and spent, blanketed atop mine.   My pulse was still pounding even when my breath was normal. I was absentmindedly playing through her short strands of orange now as our noses smushed together with her lazy eyes peering into mine, less than an inch away. My other hand slid down her slick back, finding purchase on the delicious curve of her ass, exactly on top of where I had smacked it earlier, and I couldn’t resist a squeeze, suggestively sliding a finger between her asscheeks. Rin giggled, and she puckered her lips, effectively kissing mine without any effort. Then, she gave a satisfied sigh before shifting her head next to mine, her own fingers content to just draw little circles on my neck. A few more moments, another moment for me to think “How the fuck did I…” and then, “You know something?” she whispered. “What?” Rin giggled softly, those little titters blossoming through her chest into mine. “I think...I think you’re fast enough to keep up with me,” she said, letting out another hot breath against my ear, the sensation exciting me enough that my dormant prick twitched. She must have felt it too. “But...let’s just slow down for now, nya…” And with that we just kept nuzzling into each other’s skin, easing up after the fastest I’ve ever been inside a pit lane. Chapter End Notes Thank you for visiting! Please, if you want to see a particular piece or if you saw something you didn’t like, express all of your concerns in the comments below! Critique is necessary to reach the expectations of quality of our guests. Also keep in mind, we're desperately looking for contributors to our exhibition (especially yaoi and yuri!). And remember, requests and commissions are always welcome! If you're interested, comment below, or contact me at w4ddlebuff@gmail.com or WaddleBuff#5585 on Discord. Whether this was your first exhibit or your last, we hope you enjoyed your visit to the Smutstravaganza Exhibition! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!