Mamineeded absolutely no reason at all in this world to go up to her belovedchildhood friend, and start kissing whatever she could reach. Given the heightdifference, the towering Sara could lean forward, and let her get at those softlips, or just accept a lot of necking, shoulder teasing, body kisses, anywherea bit of pale skin welcomed her.
Whensomebody looked at the two of them, they thought, without a doubt, that Sarawould be the dominant one in the relationship. She was tall, powerful, and itwas known in many classes that she didn't take anything from anybody. While shedidn't go out to start trouble like a delinquent, if trouble found her, shehandled it quickly and efficiently.
Mami,on the other hand, was all soft words and soft curves. She was womanly in everysense; a motherly, caring personality, a lot of understanding, and incrediblybusty. Even in the sweaters that she favored in nearly any season, there wasn'tanything she could do to diminish her body's effect. She got stares all over,from guys and girls, and it was just something she learned to accept over hertime at college. Mami was a bit withdrawn despite her friendly nature, keepingherself at a shy arm's distance from anybody else.
Fewcould have believed how badly Sara melted under the busty blonde's playfulassault. Well, just any blonde couldn't have got her quite like she got. Whilethat was a weak sector in Sara's programming and easy to exploit, Mami was on awhole new level. She had been familiar to Sara forever, and the two knew eachother on a level of intimacy nobody else could have.
Certainlynot without a lot of lovemaking.
Whichthey'd done, a lot. A lot. In any margin time, spare time between their classschedules. Sometimes they just made time. And almost always, every time, Sarawasn't the one setting the tempo. Even though her strong hips could have, therewas far more for her to consider. It was tough to go all-out against a belovedfriend, although Mami rarely seemed to have that issue with her own attempts atseduction.
Simplememories stayed with Sara a long time. The taste of her lips, and the sensationof them kissing deeply, was so ingrained in Sara that she could feel and tasteit before they actually made contact. Her memory was still good enough to recallthat, and the reality didn't disappoint.
Ithelped, a lot, that Mami pressing into Sara meant that massive chest did, too.
"Goodafternoon, Sara~" One ofMami's arms looped around Sara's waist, and kept their bodies pressingtogether. In the cool autumn air right outside their dorm, it was a great wayto keep themselves warm. In fact, Sara's face was beet-red, and she seemed tobe going into overheat mode for some reason. Her reply was a far cry from thecool composition that she showed in class. Just a kiss, and she was already awreck; that was just what Mami did to her.
"G-Goodafternoon, Mami."
Further words were simply unnecessary, when both girls understood each other at such a deep level.
There were so many things promised in those honey-gold eyes. A playful spark ran through Mami... and nothing but shameful, excited arousal coursed through Sara in return. The silver-haired maiden was eating right out of the palm of her hand.
For now. Eating out of other things would follow once they got inside the dorm.
Neitherof the rookie mages could move even a muscle, try as they might to struggleagainst the velvety yellow ribbons. Both were wrapped securely, covered inribbons… and absolutely nothing else.
"Homura,do you, uh, remember the safeword?"
Theglasses-wearing nerd attached to Yukiko's backside, and enjoying how soft andgenerous it was, turned an even more pale shade of white. His appearance wasusually some mixture of wimpy and sickly, he was a twig of a man; Yukikoherself was far more hale and hearty than her most unlikely friend. "Ith-thought you were the one who came up with it, Yuki."
"Thatdoesn't mean I remember it!"
Mami let out a deep sigh and reclined in his chair. "You two need torelax and loosen up a little. It's 'arsene', try not to forget again or I'llget worried." While the rookies in his tender care only had some ribbonsto cover themselves, and those same ribbons bound them securely, Mami had on a simplebutton-up shirt, vest, and slacks. He wouldn't have looked out of place in anybusiness meeting-room, aside from a stylish beret topping his messy, curlyblonde hair.
Thatberet held a gem more priceless than anybody could know, a shining gem free ofblemishes or imperfections.
"Well,neither of us have ever done. Any of this." Being bound by the expert handsof an older man sent thrills down Yukiko's spine, and warmed her thighs andmade her want to rub them together. Even that was impossible, leaving her withjust the aching, lustful need. She cast intense eyes up at Mami, who circledaround until he was face-to-face with Yukiko. Over a great height difference,which he soon bridged by crouching down. “So you’d better impress me.”
“I’ll do my best,” Mami assured her, eyes closed and mouth curved upwards. Shedid her best to give him a defiant glare. His quiet, confident smile wasenough to put some real annoyance into her acting. Yukiko was going to give oneof her biting remarks about his technique, or ask him to tighten things up onher wrists or something, when instead, Mami moved forward. Taking her openmouth as an invitation, he kissed her, deep and hard. Forcefully taking hermouth made her moan into his; her eyes fluttered closed, and she unconsciouslypressed her bare chest out further, towards him like an offering.
Hetasted impossibly sweet; it wasn't something Yukiko was expecting from somebodyof his stature and build. It brought back memories of lovely delicacies; a cake,most especially. Yukiko thought, in the back of her mind, that he must haveeaten a lot of sweets to get that kind of thing in his mouth on a permanent basis.It mixed with the natural sensations of kissing a boy, something the wildcollege girl knew a thing or two, or a hundred, about. Like everything Mamidid, other boys had done it, but none with such a convincing attitude andfollow-through.
Itbeat her last experience with actual ropes, which just left her sore and disappointed.Whatever was going to happen to Mami's two underclassmen now, it certainlywouldn't be boring for anybody involved. He proved that, and how far he waswilling to go, when he finally slipped off of Yukiko's lips, leaving her wantingmore… before crossing over to the other side, and doing something. Yukikocouldn't actually see what, but she heard Homura's muffled protests melt intoshameless moans of pleasure. Still muffled, probably by Mami's own mouth.
Themere idea of what those two boys, her boys, were doing right behind her ownback was enough to just drive her crazy. The tension and sliding of ribbons onher inner thighs teased something more, but they were just shy of rubbinganything important. Each one had been placed with the greatest care andattention to detail by Mami… and Yukiko's odds of escaping were zero.
Notthat she, for one second, would have thought of getting away from this. It waseverything she'd been waiting for. Although she had been nervous at the time,she now didn't regret her decision to become a magical girl one bit.
All thoughts of what she was trying to do before flew out the window right as Shuu pulled her into him and kissed her. Pink haze on her cheeks went a tiny bit darker with the shock, but her arms wrapped themselves around his neck in return. Lips pressed together as well as bodies, Yukiko could feel him ready and eager for so much more. Having both of them wrapped around her finger just turned her on even more.
As lips parted with a small pop, hazy eyes staring up at Shuu’s face she just giggled a bit. Yuki being the gentleman as always and Shuu full of pure emotion, she loved how different they were yet could make her feel the same in many a way. “Mmmm, I’d rather stay here. The heat will just make me…sleepy.”
Heading turning to the side to look towards her male self as he nuzzled himself against her backside. Her hands still clung to Shuu’s neck as her butt nudged against Yuki. Lip in her mouth, nibbling at ideas, her drunken mind just screamed to kiss Shuu again. The taste of him already flooding through her memories on how addicting it was. Both of them were. It usually felt so wrong if it was just one of them with her, but they always seemed to make it extra special when the other couldn’t be there in the past.
Licking her lips, a hand finally freeing itself from the grasp at Shuu’s neck, Yukiko turned slightly. Fingers reaching for Yuki’s face now so that she herself could be the bold one this time. Lips locking with his, the heat and alcohol in her body already making her head scream to strip. She was excited for what was going to come next.
The three of them fit together perfectly.
There was no other way to describe the way their bodies all linked up. Both of her boys-
No. Even in her current state, Yukiko couldn’t see them as anything but her men now. She felt the large bulges to either side, pressing up insistently against her through their layers of nice clothing. That presented the first difficulty, which the most sober of the three wanted to address... as soon as Yuki was done sharing his own deep, drunken kiss with Yukiko.
“Then the first thing we’ve got to do is get you out of this lovely little black dress.”
That was a bit of a shame. She looked so good in it. Yukiko captivated the gaze of her men from the moment they’d reunited. Their burning stares never long left her figure thanks to it, and the flirty attitude. Both of them were thinking about how she’d changed over the years, and how that dress hugged womanly curves and strong, toned, fit arms and legs. Yukiko’s legs had always been long and, in Shuu’s unbiased opinion, perfect. They wouldn’t be able to stare so much now, given their configuration, but they could, more importantly, feel everything.
Especially as they started to do away with their own clothing. First, her men’s tops became scarce, piled on a side of Yukiko’s bed. Neither of them thought anything of baring muscular torsos, and pressing so much bare, warm skin against her.
Now that they knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that Yukiko was down for this, there and then, they could work together without hesitation. Front and back, they, despite also being tipsy, collaborated wordlessly in perfect sync, to slide the straps of her dress down and go to work. Realizing after a moment that her shoes probably needed to come off, Shuu knelt before her like her knight.
Back muscles, and plenty of them, flexed as he worked. Even Yuki had to take a moment out to admire, before coming back to his proper focus; the girl between them.
Thinking was harder for either man than it had been, even a little while ago, with all the blood from their thundering hearts going south rather than properly spreading out among their huge bodies. Fortunately, every single thing they needed to do now was natural instinct. Helping their lady out of her clothes, and whatever underwear she’d put on for her hot date. Helping her onto the bed, safe and sound. And finally, helping her up to paradise in as many ways as they could figure out.
OOC posts normally not my style here, I like to keep things low-key and focused, but a few big announcements.
Happy birthday to me, first of all. I’m already at that [why does time move forward] stage, but hey, today’s been good.
Also, I’ve gotten so close to the end of P5. I haven’t beaten it yet, but I am far enough along where I can now confidently add its characters to my offerings. Any party member, and most social links and whatnot, from Persona 3, 4, and now 5 may be requested.
It’s tough getting across the idea of ‘I dunno I’ll do lots of stuff fam’ to say, anybody who looks at the blog for the first time or wonders what I’m about, but that’s how it is.
As the driver opened the door for them, Yukiko watched her other self slip out of the car. Eyes dancing over his backside and lingered at his butt, she knew he’d turn and help her out of the car. As the three now stood in front of the Inn, Yukiko paid for it. Swaying slightly, mind blowing drunken bubbles. Thoughts of what would come next.
Yuki had been the gentleman when leaving the bar, but this time she wanted to cling to Shuu. His clothing choice was always easy for her to slip hands in places not too appropriate out in public. “Shall weeee?” She grinned from ear to ear as they finally made it to the door. Walking in through the entrance, some of the workers spied their manager’s rosy pink face and knew right away she had been drinking.
A small head shake from the front desk worker, they smiled though at the two men with her. Some of them remembered the duo and knew how Yukiko felt and acted around them. Turning off to the right, they went to the very end. It was the private hall. Home. Sliding her door open, she smiled. “Ahhh home~”
Turning around after letting go of Shuu, she grinned at the two boys. “So many memories in here.” A single finger on her lip now, she tapped it. Trying her best to be coy, even though she looked a tad silly while tipsy.
“Maybe we should make some more?~”
“Definitely.” Both of her men were determined to give her a good time. The kind of experience that neither her mind, nor her body, would ever forget, even through her drunken fog. One look in their eyes said that; they way they looked at her, running their eyes over Yukiko. All three of them had grown in the years apart, but even with Yukiko’s gorgeous, long legs, it wasn’t an even split. The room was too familiar, but looked smaller as a result. They knew where everything was, although that was all a distant secondary concern. They were finally alone.
Shuu was more open in showing his feelings. So open, in fact, that his arms were around her waist, and he was kissing her within moments. Intense without being too forceful, he pressed against her. The way he did it was a reminder that beneath his shy outwards mask, he had burning passion. Especially for her. Yet even in that outburst of movement and energy, he was oddly careful. Like Yukiko was made of glass, rather than a full-grown woman who wanted it just as badly. Shuu had more power than Yuki, and was more open to teasing and provocation, but was so much less willing to really use it until he got into the swing of things.
“Sheesh. She was trying to lead up to it,” Yuki admonished, although he couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he slipped behind Yukiko and they formed another sandwich. So much eager man to either side, and now with no concern at all for keeping up appearances, or decency, or others’ prying eyes. “It’s up to you, Yukiko. I can get the hot springs cleared out if you want.” Yuki was probably the only one who could hold half a conversation or get the big bath ready for them anymore. “Or we could do something quicker, like the shower.”
It didn’t mean he wasn’t eager, as Yukiko would easily feel. He just remembered that in the past, Yukiko, like most ladies, liked to get clean before they got dirty. Whether that was still a concern at all, well... Yuki also knew firsthand that when Shuu went to work, worries melted away fast.
Yukiko giggled while watching Shuu strut high and mighty in front of her. Face flushed fully now as they walked out of the bar, she ended up taking hold of Yuki’s arm so not to trip or fall. When they finally made it outside, she got the hint that they had been there for quite a while. Or least she had. Leaning against the less drunk other version of herself, Yuki’s lips brushed against his neck.
“Car…mmm, I called a service to bring me here.” Popping her phone out, she texted them. Moments ticked by in the cold night, reminding Yukiko that she didn’t bring a coat with her. Stepping up to Shuu then, her hands slipped under his shirt. Pressing herself behind him, she nuzzled closer.
“Always so warm, Shuu…so…nice.” As another minute went by, the car finally showed up. It was going to be a half hour or so until they were at the Inn. Yet she didn’t want to make things awkward for the driver.
“Even if the Inn is a little different, least my room hasn’t changed…much.” She laughed before snuggling with the two boys as she sat in between them in the car. Excited to get back home with them again.
“I’ll keep you warm any way you like.” Part of that heat Yukiko felt was coming from the hands all over Shuu’s torso. He couldn’t help but flex beneath her touch, presenting a tough, muscular surface to explore to her heart’s content. Not that they got anywhere in public. Once they were in the car, both guys shared Yukiko’s discretion. The way they were sandwiching Yukiko and cuddling, their intentions were clear. But they waited.
Half an hour was a very long time to sit in silence, and these three hadn’t been together in this way for years and years. Both of her men had countless questions about Inaba, her friends, her business. They managed to restrain most of them, but Shuu’s normally strong self-control was melting. It never survived long when Yukiko got playful. “What’s the Inn like now?”
They’d see for themselves firsthand. Finally, the car drew close. “Well, here we are.” Yuki had a moment of recognition, even despite any changes; the place was like home to him, as well. Even if he hadn’t been back to his own version in some time. In this place, Yukiko was in charge, and the two of them were just her guests. They were counting on her.
The tipsy, giggly lady with freely roaming hands. Neither of them would have had it any other way.
Right as she heard his name, Yukiko could already tell something was even more off. That wasn’t a normal Japanese name nor any other language she herself knew. Though with ears like that on his head that were far from being fake, he was unique after all. “Mmm? My name is Yukiko.”
Eyes searching once more, she started to leave the area that she had been called to. Yuki knew now that he was the cause of the voice in her head. The energy that flowed through just his hand made her worry ever so slightly, but right now Homura was still her main worry.
All this worry and frustration of a fight made her crave a smoke even more than before when she had left the apartment. ‘What the fuck is going on in this city?’ Grey eyes scanned around and up as they continued to walk. “Also I don’t think he’s yakuza…he’s FAR from it, that’s for sure.”
Minutes ticked by as they finally reached her apartment, key in lock, she opened it slightly. He was gone. “Thank god…” Looking down at the kid? Yuki smiled a bit, trying her best at being a hostess. “Hey..um… you can go in there, just chill on the couch for now, kay? I’ll be in a few moments.”
She was going to smoke this now added stress away. At least two…if not three. ‘What did I get myself into now…’ Was her only thoughts to herself as she pushed the door farther open for the strange child.
“Yukiko... understood." Kyuubey reached up to press his fingers to his temples, as though trying to physically imprint the memory in his mind. After a few moments, he either gave up, or succeded, and continued following along with Yukiko like a lost child. "If you came to save me, that means you heard my voice, right? That's amazing. Most people can't see or hear me."
"Except for that guy, obviously. Whatever, or whoever he is, I don't think there's one bit of good in him." That didn't match at all with what Yukiko had experienced before. Which Homura was real? The menacing enemy of now, or the passionate lover that had so recently held her tight, and left that cryptic note for her?
Kyubey knew nothing of that internal struggle; to him, the answer was clear. He had only seen one side of Homura. He was happy to forget his attacker. The boy was curious to see his rescuer's apartment, greeting the standard Japanese college student accommodations, and messiness, with eager pink eyes. "Ah, okay, Yuki." He didn't seem to mind Yukiko stepping out, instead making himself at home on the couch. Fortunately for the cheap furniture, the walk to the apartment had given him enough time to heal; his clothing was a bit messed up and bloody, but his actual body was absolutely fine.
Until Yukiko's return, he began to recon the apartment, although only the central area. The strange boy was careful not to push open any doors or invade anybody's space. Even so, it was easy to pick up that Yukiko didn't live alone. He could only imagine the sort of roommate who could live with an awesome, brave lady~ Presumably, somebody brave as well, somebody capable of fighting against evil.
That was great! Hope emerged for the first time that maybe his mission to this world wouldn't be in vain.
Both choices slipped into each side of her, causing the Inn Keeper to flick her eyes back and forth between the two boys. Shuu’s choice sounded so much more exciting and daring, but there was no way all three of them could just disappear into the bar restrooms. If anything, she knew Yuki wouldn’t care much if she pulled the ever so excited Shuu for some “private” time.
Fully finishing the last drink that was given to her, Yukiko shifted in her seat before looking back over to Yuki. “I think going back to the Inn would be a much better idea.” Shifting again, looking back at Shuu. A tilted smile grew on her tipsy face. Lips brushing his cheek with a kiss. “Though your idea sounded just as fun.”
Standing with a tiny wobble because of the heels, Yukiko’s hands went from touching the two to sliding down her dress. Looking at them both, more focused on them than the patrons of the bar. “Shall we?”
For once, Shuu wasn’t even a little upset that ‘he’ didn’t get picked. It was difficult to be upset over anything when Yukiko was so close, so sensitive to touch, so adventurous with her hands and lips… and, of course, he knew Yuki’s idea was better. As Yukiko ran her hands down her own dress to smooth it out, his eyes tracked their progress. He had some very clear and vivid memories of what she looked like, but it had been long enough that things might have changed.
From everything the dress showed off, if there had been changes, they were all for the better. Shuu finally got to his own feet, stretching out. Even though clothes for guys were made to show off in different ways, any girl watching the two boys on either side of Yukiko could tell who just worked out, and who was the star athlete. When tipsy, Shuu’s body language changed from slumping to something more proud and assertive.
Fitting that, Shuu led the way like their noble knight. People sure made room for them to pass without any trouble. "Certainly. Nice and easy, take it one step at a time." Yuki reached out and walked besides his female self, close but not too close. It was less about the attraction he felt, and more making sure she wouldn't take a tumble as they got out onto the street.
The air outside was brisk at this late hour. The moon was out and full. There was a nice breeze. Nobody was muttering about them. Yuki let out a sigh of relief. “Car?”
I want the K~ (thefireypriestess for her boy, Homura)
Homura20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss
Just once, she’d love it if this boy would ease up on the throttle.
If Yukiko Amagi, a living storm, was thinking that, it was even more of a sign that there was a problem here.
She sometimes wasn’t big on well-reasoned plans, or thinking ahead. Or explaining herself. But at least she did it occasionally. Using words like a person to maybe tell other people what she was thinking or why she did something.
Even if many of those thoughts and actions seemed rude or selfish, well. That was just how life went. At least, that was how her life had gone; now, she was literally pressed up against a person who just didn’t run by the same rules she did.
Maybe that was part of her confusion. If somebody had tried to punch her twice, she’d have hit them, hard, almost regardless of the circumstances.
Instead of what he was doing in response to her attack, to her snarled challenge to face her this time rather than running away.
Which was pinning her to the wall with his body, and claiming her lips like they belonged to him, like the past few days had never happened. Yukiko was staring right into those entrancing purple eyes again, as he kissed her, and she kissed back without a second’s thought or hesitation.
It wasn’t like the things he did made no sense. They both enjoyed the kiss in spite of all the circumstances around them, after all. She just couldn’t figure out what force, impulse, or cause led him to shift from a passionate lover, to a cold-eyed hunter… and now, back again in the space of an instant. She didn’t feel any of his anger or deadly intent he’d had earlier, and didn’t see anything in his eyes but passion. She didn’t feel anything but his mouth, his tongue, the warmth as he pressed into her, the hard resistance of the wall behind her…
Why? Why any of this? Why was he kissing her? Why did she love it? Even though he was clearly now her enemy, she couldn’t get enough of him. She didn’t tense up, shove him away, or bite his stupid tongue off when he decided to make out with her against a brick wall rather than punch her. Although the thought certainly crossed her mind.
She’d had her share of rough boys. That wasn’t anything new. There was times it absolutely drove her wild, and times when she had to get rough right back to get the point across. Getting her up against the wall like that was asking for her to make him hurt.
But that would involve ending this kiss before it finished on its own, and that would have been a tragedy. Yukiko had no way to know how much time they spent like that. It probably wasn’t too long, in reality. It didn’t feel that way, though.
After grinding into her like they were in the club and they’d just met, pressing her flat against the cold bricks, kissing her, and looking deep into her eyes, Homura finally paused. He pulled away a few centimeters… just enough to speak.
“You’re not my enemy, Yukiko. You’ve never been my enemy, and you never will be. Whatever happens, I can promise you that much at least.
For everything else… I’m sorry.”
Yukiko blinked, and Homura was gone.
It was like he was on a personal mission to make sure she could never, ever forget his touch, his lips, the feel of his body against hers. With a single kiss, he’d brought back all the intensity of that night together, their dancing in the club, the way he pressed her into her own bed…
Her body was on fire, and it was all his fault.
“God damnit, why can’t you just… pick one, you stupid fucker!” She yelled into the now-abandoned park.
Just another day at the Amagi Inn, in a certain timeline.
The sun rose, parting the town's regular fog activity, and revealing clear blue skies. It was early in the morning, the perfect time to rise for people who worked for a living.
Of course, the Inn's rightful owner was still burrowed deep into her bed. Even if she wanted to wake up, though, a pair of large, strong men were lying down in her bed around and atop her. One was on either side, Shuu on the left, and Yuki on the right. They ended up forming thick, powerful blankets, pressing her into the sheets, face down.
Naturally, coverings of any kind, from cloth blankets to actual clothing, had no place in that affectionate pile. It was just the three of them.
Yukiko couldn't see them, but knew which feeling was which without fail. She felt Yuki's higher than usual body heat, and the way Shuu was larger in various respects. Both of them were hot and heavy, and hard against her. From all the time they'd spent like this, she could tell which of her men were touching her from the brush of fingers, much less this. She could definitely tell they were both bare, like her; she felt the sensations of skin on skin as they moved around and conspired with each other.
There were only so many ways under the sun to make love to a woman, and these two, her men, were bound and determined to find them all. They strongly preferred action to words in expressing how they felt about her. This morning, like usual, their mouths weren’t full of sweet words, but were instead being used to systematically tease and awaken their lover.
That morning, they'd apparently decided to trail kisses all the way down her body. Impish mouths and warm lips started up at her bare shoulders, working downwards at their own slow paces. In some places, they planted soft kisses and moved on, leaving only the faint feeling of their warm breath. In other places, they stopped and suckled, as if determined to leave faint marks on her fair skin.
Compared to their broad shoulders, and strong, sturdy backs that flexed visibly, her figure was thin, even if adulthood had breathed softness and width into her body. A lot of male spilled off either side of her body. Some would say she had way too much on her hands, but this amount felt just right to her.
Yukiko was nearly nude before their combined efforts to tease and please. The only bit of clothing that had snuck its way onto her body was a pair of white cotton panties. Even they wouldn't last. Once Yuki was through kissing the small of her back, he arrived at the thin white waistband, took a firm grip with his mouth, and pulled them down.
Shuu wound up pressing his face shamelessly into Yukiko's butt, admiring the pillowy, womanly softness there. And, of course, planting his own worshipful kisses there, working over 'his' side, the left, like this was some task of great importance. To the selfless ‘dragon’, few things came close in importance to the happiness or pleasure of his two lovers. He gave everything to their simple game of pleasure.
Once Yuki had slid her panties back down her leg, he moved back up to Yukiko's relatively wide hips, slowly edging around bare and increasingly sensitive flesh with that ever so skilled mouth of his.
"Mmmh.” One of the goals her men had on that average day was to hear more of those deep, rolling moans from her, and to draw them out by any means necessary. “The two of you could be putting those to so much better use."
"All in good time, baby," Yuki replied, kissing along her hips. Even as he spoke, it was clear where he was headed, eventually. Yukiko leaned herself away from his direction, lifting from the sheets and letting him get deeper in beneath her.
They both knew her too well, and could play her body and its reactions like a well-tuned and very sensitive instrument. These body kisses all over her weren’t just a way to express their affection, but also a way to arouse her in every sense until she could barely take it. Her toes were already curling from the sensations, and their efforts had made her sensitive to every touch... much less what he was planning next. It was just the morning, but her other self was already determined to blow her mind.
Her own ‘male self’ spent a large part of that morning with her well-toned thighs wrapped possessively around his head. He knew when to kiss, when to lick, where to flick, and where to hit over, and over, inside of her. It was one place his own self-knowledge didn’t help too much, because of how differently they were built, but he’d been there so often, and had such a keen mind. All he had to do was find certain places within her with that tongue of his, and watch the reaction, feel the quivering, shuddering, the rumble of her moans.
The idea was very simple and primal. It wasn’t something to think about actively, but a groove to be felt out and enjoyed. Whatever made her sing the loudest was the best, all the way until her thrashing, back-arching, mind, blanking orgasm.
Then Shuu would get his chance, once she'd recovered enough...
It would be hours until any of them could even think about leaving that bedroom.
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Right as her fist went to connect with his face, he was gone. “What the hell…?” Eyes widened as the fluid motion of her punch caused her to make herself spin around. Catching her balance, Yukiko looked around the building wondering where’d he gone. The building felt empty, there had been so much power in there and now it had rushed out along with Homura.
Rolling the ball bearing in her mouth in utter confusion, she heard the young boy rushing back into the building. She herself could sense something off about him..including the ears on his head. “I…I’m glad you’re okay? Why the heck was he beating you up anyways?” Scratching her head, her rage was dispersing.
Yuki was more so mad at herself for letting Homura in. He seemed to know so much about her and now seeing him like that, trying to kill another being pissed her off. ‘Always seem to attract the weirdos.’ She thought to herself while talking to the boy she had just saved.
“Let’s leave this place, it’s not safe.” Hand reached out towards him. She was going to take him back to her apartment. Hopefully Shuu wasn’t there, knowing he’d more than likely lose his shit over a weird looking kid.
“A-Agreed, miss.” He was light as a feather, and no trouble to pull around by the hand, especially when he was fine with it. Looking closer at him, he might have been closer to Yukiko’s own age, but just thin and small. Or a kid, especially given the way he acted and spoke, and his high voice. Although of course, given that she’d clearly stumbled into more supernatural things, he could also be a shadow from the TV world. Or a million years old. Or a space alien. For all she knew.
All that was really obvious that that those white rabbit ears weren’t fake, they moved to match his shifting expression as he downgraded from ‘fear for his life’ to ‘post-crisis shakes’. His bright, wide pink eyes glowed, full of gratitude. And more than a little awe for Yukiko.
The boy’s voice was high as he replied to her question, pressing a finger to his chin. “I’m not entirely sure what happened, or where that man came from. He just appeared and attacked me without saying even one word! Or telling me why! I don’t think I owe any money to the yakuza...”
“... And I don’t think the yakuza can teleport, or they’d be running this whole country...” For a moment, he put on quite a show of trying to think. It looked like a strain on the injured boy. Or like a struggle in general. For no particular reason, images of a cartoon bear dancing about came to mind.
“Ah! I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Kyuubey, and you’ve saved my life! Miss...?”
Yukiko just chuckled at her other self’s comment. “I’m a very lucky lady then, though I think the both of you are much more luckier.” She teased. As her next drink came, she sipped at it until she felt a hand on her hip. Eyes shifted towards the other man, the one who made the first move on her own body. A soft smile came from her as her own hand on Yuki slide further towards his inner part of the thigh.
“Even after these years, being in a relationship with anyone else just doesn’t seem right to me.” A leg was now being crossed as she kept her hand on Yuki’s thigh, but now gave her full attention to Shuu. Her face was dusted ever so lightly pink. The alcohol was doing its work on her. “Such a pity you two couldn’t have been here more often.”
Leaning towards Shuu now, her other hand let go of her drink for once and stroked the athletic male’s cheek. “Though I don’t think that we’d be as productive as adults if we were together all the time.” Other patrons of the bar were starting to noticed something was up between the three. Mumbles and fingers now being pointed at the tipsy Amagi woman.
Her mind was on other things, she didn’t even notice.
“That’s all true.” She was lucky, they were far luckier than they deserved, it was a shame they hadn’t been together more often.. and it would be tough to get anything done. If they were together full time, Yukiko would wake up each morning between a pair of men absolutely dedicated to pleasuring and even worshiping her. Even making it out of bed would be a challenge, and they’d end up back there at various points in the day. Or just taking a lot of time together in the hot springs when nobody else was around.
Aside from lighting Yuki’s fire, that thought also gave him an idea. He had sure noticed the looks, the pointing, the whispers. He always did. If it was just him and Shuu, well, people could talk as much as they liked. They always did. But seeing them do that to Yukiko was different.
He wouldn’t acknowledge what was happening, but he knew he had to get them away from prying eyes. “Hmm. I’m curious to see how the Inn’s done with you in charge. Maybe we could head over there now?” After a moment, he added, lower and deeper, resting a hand on Yukiko’s own, “Maybe even get a bath, wash away our troubles and tensions together?”
Shuu had another idea, mumbling it right into Yukiko’s neck. “Or we could just duck into the restroom.” Two options that held their own appeal, from two appealing boys. Both would lead places, even if the outcomes were more dirty or clean. Or if one wasn’t thought out particularly well. Yukiko had always burned away Shuu’s ability to think clearly.
“THING? That’s a CHILD!” Yukiko gritted her teeth and glared at the man she had slept with only the night before. “And no, no way in fucking hell am I moving.” She herself was powerless, unless in the TV World. Though Yukiko didn’t even know if her Persona was still with her even if she stepped foot into that world.
Eyes glancing ever so slightly around to see if there was possibly anything she could use to defend herself if need be as well as the boy who was now scampering away from the warehouse they were in. Bawling her fists, she dropped her bag on the ground. Yuki could feel something emitting from Homura. It was strange, yet felt familiar. Magic? How?
Taking in more of his outfit, it was also very different from what he was wearing the other night. Something still felt very off with him. Eyes locking with his fully now, Yukiko just smirked. “Try me fucker.” She’d punch him as hard as possible, even if she’d ‘regret’ it.
Even if Yukiko couldn’t call on her Persona’s power, she had the strength of heart that came with it. The powerful will to face monsters, find a murderer, or face her own flaws with total, brutal honesty? It was rare among people to have that. Homura recognized it well when he saw it. Flashes, memories of a dear old friend in the past, went through his mind. Just like they had countless times before. He knew his threats were pointless.
Homura clearly had her at a disadvantage. He knew something, just from the look on his face. His own actions were just impossible to predict. For instance, he didn’t attack her, in spite of his tough talk. Even when she moved in to slug him for being an insane murder man, he didn’t produce a gun or knife, or fling a magic spell. He was all talk with her, even if that boy had been visibly bloodied up.
The moment before Yukiko’s fist rearranged his face, said face vanished. He didn’t block or dodge the shot, or hit her back; her fist just went through thin air. He’d been there one second, and was gone the next.
Instead, he was now standing on the roof of a nearby building, many meters up and away from his last position, looking down on her. Out of reach, but still locked on with those purple eyes. Until, a few moments later, he just turned and took his leave out of sight.
The white-haired boy quickly returned. He was so energetic, for being wounded. Although he looked in better shape than he had just moments ago, less like he’d just collapse at any second. “That was incredible! I don’t know what you did, but... uh, thank you!”
“Mmm, a few days? Least that’s something. Chie is in the police academy herself. Best way to protect Inaba and me I guess.” She laughed and continued to sip at her drink. “I feel like we’re both pretty much in the same boat though, right Yuki?” Things were often the same in both universes, but not. With her mother in the hospital, it was what caused Yukiko to take full reigns of the Inn. Over time, she just came to accept after high school that there was no college in her future.
Looking over at Yuki, she slightly ignored Shuu. It was always a bit of a game with the two boys. She’d choose one to give all the attention to and see how long it took for the other to get jealous or want to pry her away from the other. They both knew it well in the past, but with time having gone by…who knew if things had changed.
“So either of you seeing anyone? Or too focused on work?” A hand slipped itself onto Yuki’s thigh, just resting it there without going too far just yet. Yukiko wanted a reaction from the both of them. Finishing her drink, she motioned for another. This wasn’t her first either.
“That’s amazing. I wish we could have met her, too.” Explaining how things ended up like this to Chie was a big job, but she’d been understanding. Eventually. “Oh, definitely. We’ve both made some similar choices.” Even if it kept them busy, neither ‘version’ of Yukiko would have any regrets. Not after everything that happened. While he didn’t say it outright, what happened with Yukiko’s mom was the same in his world.
Yukiko’s game was the same as they remembered, and it had worked very ell at provoking them in the past. Apparently, they had a new way to respond. Both boys got closer, not just Shuu. At Yukiko’s playful question, they shared a single moment’s glance back and forth, and then Yuki replied. “The latter. Plus, you’re the only one for us anyhow, Yukiko.” Neither boy would have come out and said it like that back in the day, even if it was always true.
Shuu was quiet. As ever. When Yukiko did this to him in the past, he wouldn’t call attention to it, he’d just end up sliding closer to her or putting his hands close. Guys, especially when they were competing, were big on physical space and getting closer. In this case, he rested his head on the bar, leaning against her... and his hand found its way onto her hip. It wouldn’t go north or south without a sign, but that was already a far more bold step than the old him would have done in public.
Shuu had been baited by her easily, and was pouty. Yuki pretended not to notice her own touch. His thick thigh didn’t even tense beneath her fingers. and he was all smiles.
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