Would you do a commission of the otv girls with different size penis(like girth length cut etc) and making them interact with the reader like either one on one or a group setting?
Hmmm I have several works of the OTV girls with cocks interacting with one another, but nearly with the reader, if thats what you really wanted
(Natty x Lovers, 3.1k Words) Tags: Natty POV, Its her turn now, Slut POV, Creampies, Gangbang, Multiple sexual partners, Orgy, Exotic sexual partners, Loser fucking, Zero hydration
"Who is she?" My voice lilts one last time over the baying university crowd, sweat dripping down my tanned skin as they howl their love and lust for me. Okay, not just me. Three other goddesses share the stage with me, but it feels like all the attention is on me, I think they all feel the same way too. The audience continues to shriek their adoration as we bow, blowing kisses and pouting in farewell as we saunter off the stage. I'm so wet it's soaking through my safety shorts, and so is the rest of Kiss of Life. That's not what makes us sluts though, any idol who says they aren't sopping after a performance is fucking lying, it's what comes after we get off the stage that makes us sluts. It's not all the sex either, when was the last time you saw an idol not getting gangbanged after a performance? It's... Oh wow. Belle and Haneul really couldn't wait could they? Those fucking sluts. Well, time to join in the fun!
My hips sway as I walk past the delicious mess our juniors are making right next to the exit of the stage, Julie sharing my laughter as our dear little whores make us proud. She has the same hunger in her eyes that I do, those perky lips of hers already moist and red with arousal, this bitch is so horny I almost consider giving the watching students an unforgettable show... Julie smirks, and mouths, later, so we keep walking instead. The path out of the temporary stadium was kept clear, the pair of us are able to circle around the vast number of people filling the gentle grass bowl to watch the performances. From our relative height we can spot the small eddies and whirls of the crowd, watching the two vortexes of Belle and Haneul drifting their way through the press. Julie scans the crowd, eyes narrowing until she sees what she is after, and with a kiss goodbye, she penetrates the living wall of students. See you later, girlfriend!
Every slut has their own particular tastes, and Julie's is hunky jocks. She just loves being manhandled by guys with more meat than brains, picked up and used by them like the petite sex toy she acts like. Which is pretty fun to watch, and my thighs moisten further as I saunter along remembering it, it's almost enough to make me turn around so I can watch, and join in the fun. Almost. Studs are boring. They already get enough pussy from their groupies, if they aren't pounding the school beauties then they have the weirdos lined up to service their cocks. So they might be good fucks, but there's no enthusiasm to them, no spice, you're just another hole they deserve to fuck. Which can be fun, but like, also boring. Nah, if you want to really get fucked, you go and find the losers.
The dregs. The perma-virgins. The losers whose only sex has been paid for or with their own hand. They want it. They want it so fucking bad. And when I open my legs for them its like dropping a fat juicy steak in front of a starving job. They go feral. They fuck me like it's the last pussy they'll get in a decade, pounding me until their dicks break or they pass out from exhaustion. Way more satisfying than some entitled asshole giving you the ol' pump-n-dump! And like any good slut, I did my research before this performance, and make a beeline towards one of the nearby buildings scattered around the stage. I slide through the scattered groups of students, losing my usual saunter to avoid too much attention. I mean, I'm Natty, of course people are going to stop and stare, but at least I can avoid getting gangbanged before reaching my goal.
Several handies and an unsurprisingly quick blowjob later, I'm inside the building, and after a few more hand jobs I'm walking towards the door I've been looking for. Idle music blares through the open windows, the breeze stirring my hair, as an announcer drones about the upcoming artists on next. Aespa. Their performances might be a bit stale, but they sure know how to make those panties drop and cocks pop. I breeze past some gawping morons (okay, I actually got spitroasted, but shush), before finding the correct room number. "The Anime Club", the piece of paper taped to the door reads, oh this is going to be so much fun. Wearing my widest smile I slam open the door and pose against the doorframe, my eyes sweeping across the startled faces filling the room, the stench of sweat and undrained balls tickling my nose, "Hey losers," I purr, "Wanna fuck?" One guy lets out a startled moan and clutches at his crotch, did he just cream himself? Oh fuck yeah, this is the right place.
I strut into the room like I own it, which I do now, shedding my clothes as I go, revealing my tanned, curvy body for these low-lives to drool over. There are girls mixed in to the press, over-dressed and with too much makeup on, no doubt used to lording over the men in here, glaring at me jealously as a lay claim to their little harem. But the smirk on my face as I glance at them tells them that this was an inclusive event, why bother having a gangbang when you can have an orgy instead. I saunter into the middle of the room, which coincidentally already has a space cleared in it, the surrounding desks and chairs kicked aside, and set my hand on my hip, "Well, do you want to fuck an idol or not?" I sigh sluttily, "Don't bother with protection, none of you have fucked enough to catch anything..." silence greets this announcement, and I roll my eyes in irritation, "That means you can fuck me raw, idiots," and like magic their clothes come flying off.
Before I can blink I am surrounded by sweaty losers, each pushing and fighting to get a handful of me, to grope my thick ass or my perky breasts, to get to kiss my perky lips with their filthy mouths. A dozen hands hungrily roam my body, clammily rubbing and squeezing my premier flesh, desperate to experience what they've watched happen a hundred times on their screens. The door slams shut behind me, and I hear the clunk of the lock, and then the screech of a table being shoved against it, and I know the only way I was leaving this room was covered in cum. Just the way I love it. Their erect cocks rub and poke at me, and soon my hands are busy once more, drifting between dicks and the occasional pussy as I say hello to them all. Then I drop into a squat so I can greet my new friends with a big sloppy kiss.
The trick to getting blowbanged is to make sure nobody gets a good handle on your head when they're in your mouth, because otherwise the will fuck your face until they- I gulp down the thick example of my lesson, some guy groaning while his cum fills my mouth; okay fine, it's not as easy as it sounds. I finish slurping and turn my head to accept the next cock into my mouth, sucking on his warm, hard meat before quickly moving onto the next one. It's fun having some guys creampie my face, but when all of them get to do it it gets boring fast. I've got other holes that need to be filled too! Speaking of which, one of the girls is doing a great job eating me out while I crouch over her face, having been scooted into the scrum on her back. She keeps getting stepped on, but I think she enjoys it. Another loser unloads into my hair from behind, just as the dick in my right hand hand explodes onto my face, my pussy starts making louder noises as I relish the feeling of being covered with spunk. Fuck it, I need to get plowed.
I rise up from the ring of smelly bodies like a beautiful flower, my gaze sweeping the room to drink in the details that I missed while I was buried in pulsing cocks. Things have gotten a bit crazy while I was down, and it looks like the orgy is in full swing. One girl is on her knees rubbing two cocks together, while another slut is taking it up the ass. Two bitches are busy fisting each other, some pervert is jacking off using one of their hair, and one of the gaudily dressed girls turns out to be a boy after all, and has her skirts up around her waist while she gets plowed from behind, her flaccid cock flopping leakily with every thrust. Hot. Well it's time to join in the fun, and I languidly lean forward while hands find my body once more, I start sucking one of the dicks being shoved into my face, letting whoever was behind me figure it out. There's some commotion behind me, but soon enough something warm and hard is pushing between my cheeks. Hopefully it ends up in my pussy and not my ass, these morons can never get it in the right hole.
To my slight surprise my pussy gets filled with throbbing man-meat, and I shudder with delight as pleasure suffuses my belly, god I love taking dick. Warmth pulses through my groin as my lover roughly pounds away at me with an almost virginal lack of skill, so greedy to creampie me, to unload his cum as deep inside of me as possible, he's desperate for it. Confident that things will work themselves out back there, I turn my attention to cock in my mouth, and start showing off a little; I am an idol after all. I take my lover's burning rod down my throat, my tongue flickering against his shaft while I swallow him to the hilt, my chin nestled against his hairy balls. Then I look up at him and wink, causing his member to spasm as it spurts down my throat. Whoops. And right on schedule, the trash filling my other hole adds his own load to the party, flooding my pussy with his sticky warmth. Mmmph.
Then fresh cocks take their places, and once more I am bouncing between two dicks, spitroasted by losers who have barely even kissed a girl, and now they're fucking an idol raw. God they are pounding me so damn hard. One blows, and then the other, and then another just empties himself all over my butt before some other deviant shoves his dick in my ass. Thin, thick, long, small, doesn't matter the size, I take them all! It all blurs together, a ceaseless plowing from both ends, broken only when a coochie gets shoved into my mouth instead of a cock, half the time they're already dripping with semen. Delicious. I won it like the slut I am, until finally there's enough of a break for me to stand up and take stock of what I've missed. I smile. The orgy is in full swing, all inhibitions tossed aside, cocks spray over quivering flesh, fingers dig into pliant holes, mouths open in groans only to be filled by sopping genitals, half the couples here will either break up or discover they enjoy a few more bodies in their relationship. I am so fucking wet.
With a smirk I lay back on a nearby table, my hair soaking in a puddle of squirt and jizz, my legs open wide in invitation for anyone who wants a taste of premium idol pussy. My first partner arrives, some obese loser with a dick shorter than my pinky, and I lick my lips as he buries me beneath his bulk. My feet kick in the air while he ruts atop me, his waist too wide to wrap around, I can't even tell if he is in me, but judging by his pitiful grunts, he certainly thinks he is. I kiss him, my tongue slithering wetly in his mouth, as his groans grow louder and more desperate. I squeeze him, and feel something in the sloppy mess of my folds, before he lets out a final whine and fills me with his virgin cum. Holy fuck. I am unable to contain a moan as his jizz pours into me, burning hot and so thick it's like peanut butter, I feel so damn full! When I finally manage to shove him off me his glutinous seed stays within me, if I wasn't an idol, my belly would be full of his baby. The thought of this lowlife knocking me up only makes me more aroused.
The next few guys use my butt after seeing the stinking mess that fatass left in my pussy, though one bitch does spend like ten minutes eating me out, which was nice. Then she sits on my face, and I get to enjoy having my asshole violated by several deviants while I gouge hers out with my tongue, she keeps squirting all over my tits. Eventually someone noticed my favorites assets are unoccupied, and soon my tits are getting fucked as hard as my butt is. God I love getting used like this. After a bit of this, the slut unmounts my face, just in time for someone to jizz all over it. I laugh with joy as more join in the fun, my skin plastered with a thick layer of spunk until some girls are jealous enough to lick it off of me. The bitches.
I am delighted to discover my next lover is that crossdresser from before, her dick sprouting from her layers of stockings. I love fucking weebs, they're always so perverted. Even if they sometimes make you crawl into a body pillow with a hole in it first. One time I got stuck in a D.VA one at an anime convention and ended up being voted the most popular stall. I honestly thought I was going to end up pregnant! Ah... The adorable girl wastes no time in mounting my clogged cunt, happy to fuck those nasty sloppy seconds out of me. Then things get even better, another guys comes up behind her and shoves himself into her ass, forming a little fuck-train. The crossdresser squeals and gasps atop me, her elaborate dress and petticoats dripping wet from where her body presses against mine. I'm pretty sure she's already cum in me, but the boys just don't stop lining up to fuck her into me, I can feel her pitiful dick twitching inside of me with every thrust. I kiss her tenderly, I love it when a new slut discovers her calling!
After that all sorts itself out, with the crossdresser ending up bent over next to some other sluts while they all get plowed by a train of losers, I move onto something a bit more intense. With a winning smile I mount some lowlife busy jerking his dick to two whores making out with jizz all over their faces, and loudly invite anyone to join in the fun. Before long I'm getting double stuffed, which is pure fucking bliss as far as I'm concerned. The idiot I'm riding creampies me within a minute, so I roll onto my side and let the room go to town on my holes; it's too bad none of these losers can last very long. I'm in heaven as my ass is plowed while my cunt is getting railed, dicks of all shapes and sizes taking their turn to use my holes for their pleasure. Until finally some perverted pair finally do what I've been wanting this whole time, and shove both their quivering dicks into my asshole. Fuuuck...
There's something so heartwarming about watching a roomful of guys discover that the best thing aside from fucking a hole, is fucking a hole with someone else. Soon the other sluts' holes are being put to the test as the deviants try and shove as many dicks into their partners as possible. I see one chubby whore taking three at once in her loose cunt, and I cheer to watch such a size queen getting stretched out like that. Meanwhile I've got four in my ass, and two in my cunt. I love playing "Stuff the Natty"! And fuck am I getting stuffed. These nasty perverts violate me with endless enthusiasm, at this point all of my holes are getting filled at once, often by multiple cocks, these losers slaking years of lust on my gorgeous body. A normal girl would have passed out an hour ago, but hey, I'm a fucking idol for a reason.
The sun is starting to set when the last deviant spends his thin seed upon my tits, before collapsing off of me with an exhausted groan. With a purring sigh I sit fully upright, and look on with satisfaction at the mess I made. The floor was literally an inch deep with sexual fluids and piss, bodies sprawled everywhere, and the stench- oh the stench! Humming happily to myself, I tiptoe through the maze of passed out losers, not even bothering to grab my clothes before I kick a table out of the way and saunter out the door; I'm pretty sure I saw them dissolving in a trashcan filled with jizz. Heads turn as the fugue of sweaty sex fills the hallway, several people puke or gag in disgust. Wearing my winning smile I sashay through the press of horrified onlookers, my only clothes the thick layer of jizz coating every inch of me. I only get mounted eleven times before I make it outside, guys can be so timid about sloppy seconds!
The sunset fills me with joy as I practically skip along the path, I just love being a good slut! After all, a slut should open her legs for everyone, especially the losers, what's the point of being a meat-hole if everyone can't take a turn? Along a knoll someone waves, and I speed up when I see its Julie. We embrace with messy squelch, both of our bodies slick and sweaty, our lips locked together for what has to be like ten minutes. We share a knowing smile, Julie found her jocks, and I found my losers, and now...? And now we bend over together and invite the line already forming nearby to use our bodies. We might have our favorites, but that doesn't mean everyone else doesn't get to fuck us too!
Who is she? A slut, obviously! Now stop staring and shove it in already!
Comm: A Breastful Evening from Karina's Point of View
(Karina x Male Lover, 2.2k Words) Tags: Karina's POV; She's a classy gal, She gives classy tittyfucks, Loss of virginity, Outraged crushes, Cleavage creampies, Multiple Penetration, Dear lord her tits look huge in that dress
I smile up at him, my eyes devouring his every nervous twitch and hesitant movement, his every tentative action revealing a truth any experienced woman could discern. Virgin. Not that I have a particular lust for the inexperienced, but any woman harbors that sordid satisfaction of being a man's First, his entry-point into the realm of adulthood, the standard by which all future partners will be judged. He shudders as his gaze roams my body, drinking in the sight of a real woman, not some pampered girl who flees the very thought of sex, but someone who is willing to give him everything. I could give him myself, but where would be the fun in that? That initial pleasure of feeling him inside me, those hesitant first thrusts... all ruined a few moments later when he loses control and plasters my folds with his first load. So boring. So banal. Better to draw things out, to make him crave release, to carve my body into his brain so deeply that this moment might never be surpassed. With a lazy smirk I position myself in front of him, "Are you ready?" I politely enquire, and he moans,
"Yes... Karina, please..."
I cannot remember his name, nor does that fact particularly bother me. It was a classy affair, lots of flash and glitter and expense. Expensive outfits, expensive jewelry, expensive escorts; that last section included me. Looking attractive is already part of my job, we idols just do it so well, that few can resist our charms. My initial partner certainly could not, which was why I left him sprawled in the handicapped bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his balls like raisins. And the part had only been going on for barely over an hour when I had sashayed out of that reeking bathroom, so I had time to kill and entertainment to find. And lo, there he was. Some ripe young man simply ogling the passing women-flesh on display, some immature girls fluttering about him, obviously childhood friends too busy bickering to claim the prize they both have been hankering after for God knows how many years. Oh well, perhaps they will learn to pluck their fruit before someone else does.
All it took was a shy smile, the most teasing of comments, the slight touch of my hand against his arm, the subtly lean of my body so that his eyes nearly fell down my cleavage. I was mildly impressed he had not tried to take me then and there. But as I stressed, this was a classy affair, so instead I idly guided him into one of those decorated nooks and crannies that seem to populate any party of sufficient stature; lust requires some privacy in polite society after all. My how his little birds had chirped as I led him away, not realizing what a favor I was doing them, virgins can be so disappointing if one does not enjoy them with the correct mindset, which they wouldn't have. The first several niches I glanced into were occupied, indeed, I had spotted my dear groupmate Ningning in one of them squirting wildly all over her partner, I had shared a glance of acknowledgement, and then I had moved on. But the fifth cubby had been empty, and even sported a chair with an assortment of pillows scattered about. Perfect.
He had wavered at the precipice, uncertainty warring with lust, no doubt his mother had sternly ordered him to beware gorgeous women offering themselves to him, fearful of him coming home with some unworthy slut with a full belly. But his mother can rest easy, I have no interest in bearing his child. I glanced over my shoulder, raising an innocent eyebrow, and cordially invited him to join me, giving him my playful face, the one that makes my fans croon. It worked. Obviously. And soon he was nervously ensconced in the seat, while I kicked some pillows in front of it, kneeling on marble is rather unpleasant after all, no doubt all sorts of ideas running through his silly little head. Then I knelt before him, flashed a winning smile, and oh so tenderly slid my hands long his legs before oh so surprisingly ending up with my fingers deftly unzipping him. It is best to be direct with virgins, otherwise nothing will get done.
And so now here I am, on my knees before some spoiled brat, his penis hardening and softening in my hand, asking with the utmost courtesy if he is prepared for what is to come. He is not, but he doesn't know that. He answers, "Yes, Karina," he stammers, pleadingly, "please..." Adorable. His eyes ravish me, my perfectly shaped face, my long luscious black hair, my bared limber legs, my weighty breasts, so skillfully displayed by my short, black dress; it was a gentle surprise I was not already dripping with his semen. No doubt he expects to spend his seven seconds of heaven inside of me, but that would be a waste. He would barely be in my pussy long enough to truly appreciate its splendor, and then he would fuck one of those indolent girls who surround him, would last several minutes in her loose cunt, and incorrectly declare her better than an idol. It was demeaning, really. So I imprint myself upon him in a more memorable manner, unlimbering my cleavage from its confines and allowing it to drape down my chest.
Ah. Now he stiffens.
I give him several heartbeats to truly appreciate my chest, leaning back and tilting my head down, giving him a playful smile to encourage him, all while my fingers delicately fondle his manhood. Already he is groaning, gawping at my tits as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before, if I had turned about and dropped my panties, no doubt my ass would be getting plastered. But that would not be fun, so instead I wait patiently until the pulsating in his cock subsides, before onehandedly popping open the bottle of oil I had pulled from my purse while he was busy drooling over my curves. I dower my breasts with a healthy helping of scented lubricating oil, not enough to remove stimulation, but enough to ensure I would not need to reapply it any time soon. I rub it into my cleavage, massaging it with both hands until it is slick and glistens in the false candlelight of the flambeaux, "Well, aren't you a little excited" I purr vivaciously, "I hope you will be able to make it between them..." and my lips curl upwards when he assures me he will. Such youthful confidence...
Wearing a beatifical smile, I wrap my breasts around his upraised member, relishing in his sigh of pleasure as my soft flesh enfolds him, trapping his cock in my pillowy prison. Precum beads at his tip, and I give him a shocked expression, "Cumming so soon?" I gasp teasingly, before descending into giggles, making his face flush an even deeper red. He stammers excuses, but I shush with a laugh, "Oh don't worry dear, I'll be sure to make this last..." and he nods eagerly, no doubt interpreting this as a few minutes, as if that would be enough to satisfy me. Feeling his balls uncurl from his groin, I start to move, dragging my chest up his length, before hauling my breasts back down it, a simple, yet effective technique. He shudders while I pleasure him, my breasts softer than anything he could have fantasized, a constant, pampering pressure has emptied many a lover. His groans fill our secluded alcove as I languidly stimulate his cock, my cleavage having claimed his virginity, it was superior to most pussies after all, so it might as well count.
Barely a minute has gone by before his hips start to flinch, his manhood palpitated between my tits, his breaths increasing rapidly, "Oh fuck, Karina!" He moans, "Don't stop!" Already pathetically eager to reach his climax and leave me with a chestful of thick semen. How cute. So I relax, my breasts denuding his cock of the pressure that stimulates it so, stifling his rising orgasm, even as he desperately starts to hump my chest. I ride it out, carefully maneuvering my cleavage to ensure the only thing leaving his swollen dick was a runnel of precum that pools against my skin, leaving him blubbering, "Oh not yet dear," I croon, "I am hardly satisfied with just this. I want all of it," as if I truly care about his worthless seed, journey before destination, after all, "I want your first load to be magnificent," I lie cheerfully, "I want you begging for release," which was far more truthful. Hearing cherry boys whimpering was just so... delicious. It excites that primal part of me, that motherly urge to dominate the lesser the sex. And boys think girls need a fat cock in them to feel satisfied!
So I continue, once I am sure the risk of premature ejaculation has fallen, having already learned his rhythms. Cocks are such simple brutes, so easy to conquer if one takes the time to learn their weaknesses. Now I add a little more pressure to the proceedings, squishing my chest a touch tighter to keep his dick's attention fully on me, penises do so love to sulk after being edged. But my efforts are enough revive his manhood's interest, already sensitive from having come so close to finishing, and soon he is gasping once more. My breasts squelch along his shaft, his fluids adding an endearing sloppiness to the proceedings, as do his desperate whines and muttered entreaties to his absent mother, "Don't worry dear, Mommy is right here," I purr hungrily, tightening my fleshy embrace in emphasis, "Just let Mommy take care of everything..." And a fresh surge of precum shows his enthusiastic agreement with that sentiment. How endearing.
He moans for me, moaning for his Mommy, moaning for release, his words slurring as his mind melts under the tender caress of my breasts. I encourage him, urging him to hold on for Mommy, all while pampering his cock with ever greater vigor, I want him to finish before his climax wanes from heavenly to simple relief. He begs, oh how he begs. His balls clenching painfully, his shaft spasming from the sheer size of the load getting exquisitely pushed through it, doing his best to hold back even as it cataclysmically approaches. How sublime. So I urge him to let go, "Let it all out for Mommy," I sigh lovingly while I bury his manhood in my chest, "There you go, good boy. Goooood booooy," he practically sobs with pleasure while his seed erupts into my cleavage, his entire body writhing with every spurt, clutching weakly at me for support as he doubles over from the force of his orgasm. Drool trickles down onto my head as he gurgles plaintively, his brain unable to comprehend anything but the fountain of stimulation coursing from his cock, and still he continues to unload.
By the time he finishes, it looks as if a glass of yogurt had been dumped over my tits, a truly impressive quantity of semen baptizing the site of his lost virginity. I leave him there, head lolling, giving him a faint kiss upon his forehead to show my appreciation of his efforts, sliding my breasts back into the tight confines of my dress. One does not wander around topless at such a cultured party after all, though I proudly display his load upon my pushed up chest. My sudden exit disturbs the roost of girls who had been spying upon us while I ravished their purported amour, the pair of them glaring furiously at me for claiming their crush. I noticed their outraged observations from the start, not that I minded of course, what was the point of an affair if others could not watch? I have a wicked thought to turn about then and there and claim his virginity with my pussy, to spite the little lovebirds, but I resist the thought. No doubt by tomorrow morning he will be balls deep in one of them, his mind filled with disappointment that her hole does not measure up to the pure bliss of my breasts. So instead I hush them each with a finger, smearing his cum across their lips as I breeze by. One of them looks thoughtful, the other disgusted.
Feeling rather pleased with myself, I rejoin the main event, preening as eyes linger upon my curvaceous form, and the bountiful offering spread across them. It is not long before a group of suitors petition me, their wives and paramours feigning jealousy behind them, and I gladly join them in a nearby alcove. Within a minute I am on my knees, after five I am being penetrated in every hole, before fifteen have passed, the ladies join in the fun.
What can i say? Despoiling virgins excites me greatly...
(Male Reader x Dreamcatcher Sua, Words: 2.7k) Tags: Vampire Smut, Sua is a sexy vampire, You are a righteous Paladin, That pussy gets SMITED, Anal oral vaginal sex, Creampies, Holy Creampies, Impregnation, Character Death, Sex, Holy War, Breeding
The clamor and clang of an army preparing for battle fills the air, cries echo through the camp, messengers sprint through the crush, metal crunches against metal as armor is donned and weapons prepared. Tens of thousands of souls united under one holy purpose: to crush the forces of the Foul Barony. But you will not join them in that task, not yet. For before confronting the corruption waiting blatantly across the fallow plain, you must purge the corruption within, the War Council demands it, and by the Goddess, you will see it through. Your thick warplate clinks smoothly as you advance towards the black tent. So obvious. So bold. It fills you with disgust. Soldiers always have need of succor, of flesh, of faith, of foul assurances that their mortal coil will not end this day, and this... establishment, provides all of that. You struggle to restrain your sneer beneath your helmet, such weakness, such faithlessness, are for lesser men. The decorated folds of the tent part at your approach and its occupant seductively invites you inside, "Good paladin," the seer Sua purrs, "welcome to my humble abode. How may I be of service...?"
The harlot smirks at you while she lounges on her stained divan, her poisonous body shamelessly revealed by her scanty outfit, so unlike the chastely covered forms of the Goddess's priestesses. She licks her lips, "So what will it be, good sir? Do you require some services that those prim maidens of yours cannot provide?" Sua drawls, "Something a little more... exciting?" Distaste wells up within you, as if such petty temptations could lead you astray from the path of righteousness, the slattern assumes too much,
"No," you growl down at her, reaching up with mailed hands to remove your greathelm, so that you might stare this enticement in the eyes and reject it, "I have come to rid this camp of your foulness,"
Sua pouts, running a hand along her bared side, "Eh? Come now sir, just because the boys want some pussy that doesn't spout psalms at them doesn't make me evil," she smiles as her fingers dance along her inner thigh, "Cannot we come to some sort of... compromise?"
"No. We cannot," you rumble, "You tempt the men with your heresy. You speak of the future before it is written. You waste their seed upon your befouled sheets. This ends, today,"
Sua rolls her eyes at your dire imprecations, "So you will strike me down then? Impale me through the heart with that holy blade of yours?" She gestures towards the blessed blade at your hip. The faintest of smiles crosses your lips at her theatrics,
"No, whore. Evil cannot be slain with such crudity," your hands find the straps for your codpiece, "it must be cleansed," your codpiece drops to the carpeted floor, allowing your weighty manhood to drop out of its confines. Sua's eyes widen at the sight of so mighty an engine, her lips parting in apparent shock, before curling into a lewd grin,
"I would say I did not see this coming," she sighs, "but I did. So let us see how the rest of this will play out, hmm?" She pats the cushion of her divan, "Will you join me on her, or will you take me on the ground like an animal...?" Sua's eyebrows waggle in support of the choice she would prefer, but her opinion on the matter is meaningless,
"Bend over, slut," you growl, "Your conversion begins,"
"Oh, I do love this part," Sua breathes.
The venal temptress divests herself of what scant fabric covers her body, revealing a slim form graced with modest curves, nipples brown and perky, hips healthily rounded, her skin as pale as milk. You retain your armor, the soft press of flesh against flesh is reserved only for the devoted worthy, and this woman is far from that. Your member quickens at the sight of Sua, growing like a pine into its fullest extent, a mighty instrument of the Goddess which has turned many a wicked soul. Sua nibbles on her lip thoughtfully, before dutifully kneeling in front of her divan and draping her upper half atop it, "I thought your kind prefer a more... intimate position," she muses, "in keeping with your creed,"
"You lack true knowledge then," you scowl at the sight of her perky posterior, split by the dark brown and pink of her foul slit, "I shall educate you. Thoroughly."
"Oh I look forward to it," Sua purrs, swaying her hips from side to side, "do continue, good sir. Enlighten me..."
And so you do. Arranging yourself behind her as a General does his men, you lower the vast head of your manhood against the plush softness of her entrance, already slick with anticipation, and no doubt preparation. The vile prostitute's entire body stiffens as you press into her, sheathing your sword to the hilt in her warm innards, until your ponderous sack presses against the cool of her skin, eliciting a wordless groan from her. Your lips curl as her folds glutinously squish against your length, and you are able to feel the obscene corruption filling her belly, a foulness to be rooted out with faith and flesh. Your instrument of judgement now attuned the heresy with the harlot, you start to work then on purging it from her. Sua moans loudly as your member slides in and out of her belly, pressing and stretching her insides with slowly, steady thrusts that leave her gasping, "Is... every... service... like... this?" she breathes between each stab of your spear, "I should... go to... church... more often!" she gurgles as wetness drips down her toned thighs.
You grunt, focused upon your work, slamming your manhood into Sua with exacting precision, shaping her with your member as well as your faith, until the Goddess's will is done. With a rasping shudder, the whore climaxes on your lance, filling the dark tent with her moans, trembling as she clutches at her divan. You remain within the filthy confines of her hole until her shivers cease, before unmounting her, "On your back, slut. Your redemption is at hand," you rumble, your spear dripping with her foul fluids, her pale cheeks now showing a faint redness. Still wearing a sordid smirk, Sua lowers herself to the ground and spreads her legs,
"Ahhh, now this is more like it," she chuckles, "I do love getting pounded into the ground. Is doing it like horses your idea of foreplay?" You do not answer her, for the horses of this area are notorious for their depraved penile mutation, and you would not permit your efforts to be associated with such perversity, "Such a bore..." Sua grumbles teasingly, idly playing with herself, "Well?"
You take Sua on the unusually extravagant carpet, your armored bulk atop her without crushing her, while her limber legs wrap around your waist, her hips hiked up to ensure the depth of your penetration. She moans and writhes with overt enthusiasm, as if you were just yet another noble client come to waste his semen inside of her, enjoying playing the harlot. Even if that is what she truly is at heart. You plow furrows between her milky thighs, burying yourself deep in her, giving a steady pounding that excites her and pleasures you enough to bring you to the brink. As the supreme moment approaches, Sua's hands wrap around your neck, her fingers tracing patterns against your skin, your mighty testes pulsating as the prepare their holy emission. The slut smirks, "And now good sir, you are mine," she growls, as the first ropes of your load boil into her, and the runes traced upon your neck activate. Except they do not.
"No," you grunt, "I am not," and Sua is so shocked that her feeding fangs pop out,
"Eh? Eh!" she goggles at you, before glancing down her eyes narrowing in horrified fascination, "What did you- Why is it all- OH MOTHER OF DARKNESS," she howls as she climaxes, your seed flooding into her with ceaseless strength. Your blessed water soaks into her, and a cruel smile quirks your lips,
"Foolish vampire," your growl, "where do you think all of your blood has gone? Your lust blinded you. And now, the Goddess fills you,"
Sua watches with her fanged mouth agape as the pale skin of her stomach is filled with a ruddy glow, "My.. my womb?" she gasps in confusion, "But I cannot... Oh you damn paladin, you are impregnating me!" You rumble with amusement,
"The blood that powers you is still full of life, and the Goddess claims her due. And now," you slam yourself fully against her now-warm cervix, "FEEL HER HOLY LOVE!" you roar with hallowed fervor.
Sua shrieks like the damned as the final, thick spurts of your load spew directly into her revitalized womb, flooding it with your turgid seed as the vampire spasms beneath you, smiting the corruption within her with its potency. For your Goddess was one of Fertility, and her methods of dealing with undead hellspawn was different from that of more base and angry divinity. So you inseminate Sua's womb, once barren and cold, now filled with life and potential, a most pleasing outcome. And with this work complete, a devious spy has been silenced as well, truly the Goddess smiles upon you this day! You pull yourself upright, leaving the vampire laying in a pool of her own fluids, your own far too holy to leak out of her folds, gasping for breath that she does not truly need. You glare down at her in distaste, "The Temple will be expecting you," you growl, "slattern."
Sua laughs up at you, hauling herself upright, "Oh... I don't know about that," and in a flash a dagger is pressed against her toned stomach, "I think there is a solution to this little problem right here, I can always get my sisters to grow me a new womb. If I still want one," she snorts, "Your play, paladin," she winks.
Such foulness. Such deviancy. Such unrequited wickedness. Your task was yet undone it seems. Though you long to join the greater battle, the evil within must be dealt with first, lest it bring ruination even in victory. Your armor crashes to the ground as you shed it, thick plates of iron soon joined by coils of mail and lengths of hardened leather, until you are only armored in faith. Which is all you ever need. Sua licks her lips hungrily as she drinks in the sight of your scarred, muscled body, "No wonder those fertility priestesses hog you all to themselves," she purrs, tossing her dagger aside, and sashaying closer, "Break me in, good sir. I'm feeling a bit... religious today," Your meaty hands lift her lithe body into the air, and her arms and legs wrap around your neck and waist in anticipation. Your bulbous tip presses against her anus, so as to not disturb the miracle occurring within her womb,
"We begin," you boom, "with the First Law..."
The turning of the noble vampire lady Sua takes time, but it is the Goddess's work. You impale her upon your mighty lance, gouging at her long-unused innards until she howls and curses, your blessed seed pouring into her until her filthy hole bubbles and froths. You then silence the foulness dripping from her poisoned tongue, filling it instead with holy flesh that sanctifies her mouth and throat, her evilness going unspoken as she gags and drools upon it. You gift her the Goddess's Love in every manner possible, slamming her up and down upon as if she were a toy, pounding her into the carpet while she lays upon it, making her stand upon her hands while you make her belly bulge with every thrust, pushing her legs up next to her head and stuffing her insides until your seed erupts from her gibbering mouth. Until by the end of it, she lays twitching upon her sodden carpets, gurgling softly as she clutches at her swollen stomach, her body now as cold as ice from such overuse without sustenance. You snort as you pull your armor back on, "Pathetic," your rumble, "A Temple Priestess would not have stopped until the sun rose the next day. You have much to learn, whore."
You wrench open the entrance of the tent, stalking out into the gloom of the evening, but surely it had only been several hours? And then you notice the quiet. The deathly quiet. The deathless quiet. Fleshless heads creak as they turn to regard you, mouths agape with permanent amusement as they stalk through the ruins of your camp. Horror fills you, but you clamp down on it with sheer rage, you did not know the fate of the army, but by the Goddess, you would cleanse the camp of this filth until your soul was freed from its mortal shell. You draw your sword, raising it in salute, but before you can charge the gathering ranks of skeletons, an ethereal figure floats from amongst them. Her armor was as black as coil, and long silken train trails behind her, soaked through with blood, her face a pale mask of cold malice, "Hail, paladin," she calls, "Your cowardness was noted. Was this where you were hiding?"
"Heretic filth," you spit, and a slight smirk parts her lips as a long, black blade flickers into her hand, "Come and die,"
But then the tent parts behind you, and move cautiously to the side Sua saunters out, yawning and rubbing at her pronounced belly, "Hello Jiu," she waves, "I'm pregnant," she says in greeting, and the floating lady's mask dissolves into something infinitely softer,
"Eh?" Jiu gasps, just like her sister had, "Sua, this is not the time-"
"Oh hush! This paladin here revived my womb before knocking me up," Sua gestures towards you, lewdly rubbing her stomach for emphasis, "Can we keep him?"
"No!" both you and Jiu exclaim at the same moment, sharing a look of odd sympathy that you both had to deal with such a depraved creature like her sister,
"I will die with my faith and honor intact," you growl,
"He's a paladin, Sua. We kill them for a reason!" Jiu reasons, but Sua just huffs,
"Perhaps I enjoy getting impregnated?" she grumbles, "And you!" she whirls on you, "I am not raising your child alone! So you had best stay by my side!"
Jiu glances at you, and you both grimace, before she nods amicably, "I have a solution," she declares softly, and your view suddenly turns sideways as you hear a shriek of outrage from Sua. Ah. The Goddess's love...
It has been five years, and you stare woodenly at the squalling child seated in Sua's lap, as she uses her elegant dress to clean the milk off of her lips, because that is the only way you stare now. You had been Raised, your soul retethered to your corpse, your Goddess releasing you from her warm embrace for this duty, this service. A compromise, of sorts. She was a Goddess who abhorred absent fathers, after all. Sua smirks up at you from her seat on her chair, "Oh stop moldering in silence over there, "I think my milk is running dry once more," she sighs, taking voluminous gulps of blood from a hefty chalice near her. Sua passes your daughter off to a maid, who bows before shuffling from the room, as the vampire sheds her clothing and floats onto her bed, "Perhaps this time you will convert me fully, hmm?" she eyes the bulge in your pants, still throbbing with life, an unnatural hybrid of Life and Unlife, "Goddess, I do love you," Sua prays teasingly as you go to join her.
It was your duty to purge the wicked after all, and Lady Sua remains eternally wicked...
(Wonyoung x Girlcock Rei & Yujin, 2.5k Words) Tags: The Rock, The Yock, Making a Wony Sandwich, No holes barred, Well okay maybe some, Too many creampies, But not enough creampies for Wony, Wonyongism at its finest, An inspirational tale, No hydration required, Sex
Wonyoung. The perfect girl, the perfect idol. With perfect lips and perfect face and perfect body and perfect attitude and perfect wealth and perfect arousal. Arousal that must be slaked in the most perfect fashion with the most perfect lovers, who naturally must show their appreciation of such a goddess by climaxing indecently soon after arrival; to best show just how perfect Wonyoung is in the bedroom. Wonyoung's adoring and fanatical followers demanded no less from their embodiment of perfection, of Wonyoungism. But there are, of course, exceptions to this rule. Persons who are allowed to enjoy the fleshly delights of divinity to their fullest extent, who are praised for showing such vigor and stamina, who are loved and loathed in equal measure for bringing her such obvious pleasure. And one of those people's names was... Gary. Well, only sometimes, by her fans, otherwise she was widely beloved as Rei Naoi, She Of the Pouty Face, the other was simply An Yujin, who was pretty damn hot and knew it too. These two other members of IVE were always allowed to make a Wonyoung-sandwich, and Dive LOVES watching that shit.
Wonyoung sits prettily upon the edge of her bed, perhaps for a live, perhaps about to film a tiktok, perhaps about to film herself getting plowed into next week, but we shan't worry ourselves about the details. She certainly won't. Perched there with that expression of knowing innocence, knowing that nearly everyone will see through her demure facade and notice that Wonyoung was in fact, stark naked. And she was not alone, Rei and Yujin lounge on either side of her, similarly lacking in clothes, and surprisingly to some, currently wielding girlcocks of impressive proportions (Wonyoung's girl penis, when it appears, is referred to as "The Wock" and is widely idolized for is sublime proportions and ejaculatory power.). The Naock was strong and girthy, its head thicker than its root, matching its owner's bratty personality perfectly, as well as her curvaceous body. The Yock meanwhile was narrow and long, not perversely so, but its supporters had a tendency to fantasize about measuring it with their hands, and its master's laid-back yet sultry temperament suited it well. The Naock. The Yock. Both had their adherents, but only one girl was getting to enjoy them tonight.
Wonyoung smiles modestly as her delicate hands wrap around those meaty monsters, deftly stroking them to ensure that they are fully erect, as if her mere presence was not enough to stiffen any phallus to its fullest extent. Rei and Yujin share a glance. Rei's lips pout. Yujin's split into an easy grin. The usual then. Without warning Rei pulls Wonyoung atop her, her broad dick slapping rigidly against that goddess's perky cheeks, before its wide tip was placed against Wonyoung's celebrated entrance. The Naorod barges its way into Wonyoung's pampered pussy, stretching her hallowed hole with its brutish size until it is firmly within her, an impressive display of vaginal talent to accommodate such a dong with ease. But Wonyoung is not yet finished astonishing her virtual audience, as Yujin takes her place behind her, pressing her unlubricated spear against Wonyoung's rear, The Yock slithers into Wonyoung's permanently unfouled innards, miraculously fitting every inch of itself inside of Wony, when surely it was so long it must be coming out of her mouth!
That very mouth is now open, and emitting the sweetest moans imaginable, not in surrender to those inferior penises, since Wonyoung is superior to ALL penises, even those of IVE (It has been largely agreed that strap-ons do not count as penii, following Wonyoung's spectacular encounters with Miss Ryujin and Mommy Jihyo.), but rather a modest acknowledgement of being so graciously pleasured. Those angelic sounds barely grow in volume as Rei and Yujin worship Wonyoung's divine body with their engorged womanhoods, thrusting themselves into her with great enthusiasm. Both girls are groaning loudly in appreciation of this avatar of perfection, their swaying balls slapping against one another penitentially whenever their movements synchronize, their cocks grinding against each other inside of Wony. Rei's short, powerful thrusts contrasting pleasingly with Yujin's long, languid strokes, ensuring that Wonyoung's insides are suitably churned and rearranged.
But not for long, of course. Even armed with such splendid penises, Rei and Yujin are panting as they desperately try and keep their swollen sacks from emptying themselves; a futile task when the goddess Wonyoung is involved. The Yujock is first across the finish line, hosing Wony's guts with seed like a broken fire hydrant, every shuddering thrust accompanied by yet another jet of watery fluid. The Nock soon follows, erupting like a volcano filling every crevice of Wonyoung's pussy with her glutinous load, no doubt intent on impregnating her divine womb, but everyone knew girlcocks' sperm was infertile (This was in fact, an incorrect assumption created to diffuse worries about idols knocking one another up. Inner-group pregnancies are in fact a fast growing issue in 4th and 5th generation girl groups, with an estimated 21% of all idols onstage being with child at any one time.). When the pair pull out of Wonyoung, Yujin's emissions practically spew out of her open anus, while Rei's sperms turgidly drips out of the fertile confines of her now gaping pussy.
Anyone else would have then put those seraphic lips to good use and cleaned their members using them, but Rei and Yujin have more important things to do, namely, fucking the holes they actually want to. Not that they mind their previous confines of course, but Rei is a butt girl. She likes it in the butt. When she has the Rock she enjoys putting it in other people's butts. She would be more than happy to put it in your butt. And Yujin much prefers a nice throat or pussy to fill, she likes the more intimate feel of breeding her lovers while kissing them, or having them kiss her crotch with her balls against their chin. But Wonyoung's pampered pussy is a touch inflexible, and purportedly struggles to take every inch the Yock, while her tight rosebud of an asshole was not made for such rudely colossal objects as the Naorod. So her internal sexual anatomy much prefers the current arrangement. But Rei and Yujin failed anatomy class, so they're going to make it work anyways.
Wonyoung gets woman-handled onto her side, those long elegant legs now on full display, but her lovers have more stimulating things to hump, namely her pristinely sloppy holes. That serene expression barely flickers when Yujin enters her first, mostly on account of the fact that Wony's pussy was still graciously gaping for Yujin, though she cannot go in all the way, yet. Rei meanwhile is struggling, Wony's lovely little asshole not all too pleased to discover the size of the phallus knocking against it, but there was enough semen and enough anal juices and enough congealed pussy juices and most importantly, enough stubborn force, that the Naock batters its way in. Wonyoung lets out a languid sigh of joy as Rei's girthy member gouges its way into her guts, even as Yujin starts really trying to get all those spongy inches into her most precious place. But after enough graceful screaming and more than a little vigorous thrusting, both ladies can confidently say they are filling their precious Wonyoung to the hilt, who gratefully shows her appreciation by politely climaxing all over Yujin; which naturally means Yujin is now climaxing; which naturally means all that clenching and pulsating is driving Rei over the edge as well. Such harmonic beauty!
But now that they were nestled inside their (mostly) favorite orifices, neither idol seems much interested in doing something like, say, pulling out. Which is only just and right for the watching adherents of Wonyoungism, if they had penis, magical or otherwise, they too would be loath to stop worshipping their goddess, and so the two don't. The pair happily churn and roil their own loads together with the others using their girlcocks, pumping and humping and plowing until the bedroom echoes with the sound of soothing squelching. Wony is, of course, loving every second of this, how could she not be enjoying her two dear friends showering her with affection, sweat, and impressively large quantities of semen (internally at least)? And she expresses her satisfaction vocally, and with great confidence, so much so that Yujin is reminded of her true preference when it comes to Wonyoung Holes. The Yock emerges from the Wussy, followed by a flood of Yum and Yemen, spewing out down the Weeks and dribbling onto the plush carpet, before Yujin clambers onto the bed and makes use of Wony's sweet little mouth.
It is necessary then, to further describe our heroines: Rei, with her big pouty cheeks, big pouty lips, big pouty thighs that support her big pouty ass, big pouty breasts that wobble poutily with each pouty thrust of her big pouty Naock; Yujin, who is one hot sultry mama who everyone can visualize with ease; and of course, Wonyoung, who is perfect from the tip of her dainty toes to the top of her voluminous head, from the delicate nipples gracing her perky breasts to the soft curves of her rear, from the limber sleekness of her legs, to the taut harmony of her stomach... Except that last part is presently incorrect, as Wony's tummy is red and bulging, and is busy bulging ever larger with each creamy spurt of semenal fluid Rei unloads into her innards. Spotting this, and not wanting her dear Wonyo to worry her darling fans by suddenly vomiting several buckets worth of Reimen so soon into the live, Yujin responds in kind from her place at Wonyoung's other entrance to her digestive system. Soon the Yujin is fucking Wony's face with as much gusto as Rei is with Wony's butt (Rei having little desire to unmount Wony's butt, being a butt girl after all), her weighty balls slapping gently against Wonyoung's sculpted chin while they pulsate continuously, ensuring a steady stream of her own jizz is going down the proper direction.
It becomes a contest then, to see who will cause the other's girlcock to be violently expelled from that goddess of grace and fashion Wonyoung, erupting free in a tide of intermingled semen. Yujin, though having a late start, has the benefit of having her shlong an arms-length down Wony's throat, nicely sealing that end, while Rei's stubby dong is steadied by the fact that Wony's cute little asshole is stretched to the limit around it, meaning there is little chance of leakage. Wonyoung, obviously, avails herself by being ever so fantastically gorgeous, as well as having a surprisingly capacious stomach, blissfully content with the fact that she looks as if she is pregnant with triplets. As every Dive knows, Wonyoung birthed IVE herself, so she can easily fit quintuplets in that tummy of hers without any evidence of strain at all. She is obviously mewling with contentment as she lovingly runs her hands down Yujin's supple thighs, her eyes rolling smoothly as those tender lips press against Yujin's crotch. Wony's lower lips are giving similar smooches to Rei as she continues her single-minded anal assault upon Wony's indefatigable rectum (it is a well known fact that Wonyoung's anus is capable of absorbing the most heinous lovemaking with ease, as was previously seen during her eight hour sex session with Ryujin).
With Rei and Yujin climaxing with suitably swift speed (around three minutes per climax, which is allowably long for fellow members of IVE), the pair move Wonyoung into a more conventional position on her hands and knees, allowing them to spitroast her with great vigor and enthusiasm. Each holding onto either Wony's head or waist for support as they fight to keep their gocks inside of her increasingly pressurized insides, since remaining inside of her was much preferable to being outside of her sublime holes. Soon it looks as if Wonyoung's belly contains six, or even seven members of a new idol group (Rei pauses for a moment to waggle her hands up and down), wobbling and swaying gracefully between her sleek arms and thighs. Her elegant face acquires a faintly rosy hue as both of her fellow idols continue their fervent contest, even as they are both steadily being pushed back by the sheer physics of what is contained within her.
A sudden contraction, the fluttering of a muscle, the spasming of an organ, and with an abrupt popping noise, all those slippery inches are suddenly expelled from Wonyoung's throat. The Yujizz follows it out, now thoroughly mixed with Naum, spewing in an unending torrent from Wonyoung's divine lips, locked open in ecstasy as it disgorges the contents of her stomach. Rei cries out in triumph, until a heartbeat later, her girthy shlong is ejected with equal violence, sending her sprawling onto her butt, her cries now one of alarm before they are silenced by a faceful of turgid semen. Those pristine innards languidly extend out from inside of Wonyoung, hosing down the sputtering Rei with ceaseless bursts of shampoo-like cum as Wony's body heroically voids itself from both ends. Yujin is similarly being doused with the sticky fruits of her labor, having been sent staggering backwards, her lower half is now being plastered as Wonyoung endlessly vomits up the seemingly endless supply of seed jammed inside of her. Eventually, Wonyoung unsticks herself from her pose, that pose being the most efficient one to empty a septuplet's worth of semen from her insides, and collapses down into the overflowing puddle pooling beneath her body.
Wonyoung stirs. Wonyoung unburdens. Wonyoung rises. She floats ethereally upright, and strikes a pose as if she was on the Red Carpet, and not the Cummy Sheets, her gorgeous face as serene as always, with a hint of knowing teasing. Knowing that her adoring fans can obviously tell that their goddess was currently only wearing several layers of congealed girl-cum as if it was an expensive evening gown. She gathers her handmaidens, making them recline there at the edge of the bed with their gocks pressed together, the Naock pulsating rigidly against the wobbling length of the Yock as Wonyoung wraps a headband about both of them; lashing the womanhoods together. Wonyoung beatifically seating herself on Rei and Yujin, taking care to use her mostly unused pussy to accommodate such an ample encumbrance. Her expression barely even shifts, as her lovers moan and groan in adoration and thanks for such charity, making sure that the adherents of Wonyoungism see their thanks. Yujin looks as if someone dipped her lower half in wax, yet still retains her naughty smirk, while Rei appears to have had several buckets worth of semen dumped over her head, which she essentially had.
Wonyoung waves her hand in goodbye, contentedly ending yet another insightful and thought-provoking video for her followers to pore over. Yujin and Rei say their own goodbyes as well, mostly by starting to thrust upwards, a sure sign that Wonyoung's benevolence was yet still desired; and Wonyoung responds gracefully by pissing herself, baptizing them both with a sure sign of her favor. After all, who wouldn't want to be pissed on by Wonyoung?
A/N: Look who is back. Finally I was able to finish this story. The final is slightly different from what I originally had planned, but the core is the same.
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting intricate patterns across the kitchen surfaces; outside, the birds were singing, and it was clear it was going to be a pleasant day. Everything would be perfect if it weren’t for that damn sink, which was still clogged.
Jihyo had been asking her wife for a week to check it out, but nothing had happened; the damn thing was still clogged, and now the water pooled inside was starting to smell bad. At least her wife had called someone to fix the damn sink once and for all. That was something, at least, even though she had gone out and now it was Jihyo who had to let the plumber in.
A steady knock at the front door snapped Jihyo out of her reverie. That must be the plumber who had arrived. She set her coffee cup down on the kitchen’s quartz countertop and smoothed out her hair and clothes a bit before going to answer the door.
Knowing her wife, Jihyo expected to find a chubby man with stained clothes who reeked of sweat. To her pleasant surprise, when she opened the door, she found none of that; in fact, it was the exact opposite of what she’d imagined. Standing in her doorway was a beautiful woman wearing blue overalls tied at the waist. The sleeveless shirt she wore exposed her arms, revealing powerful biceps that gave away the fact that she worked out quite a bit. Or perhaps they were simply that way because of her hard work.
Indeed, the morning heat was taking its toll on her gentle face, producing a thin layer of sweat that glistened on her features. Even so, the stranger still looked beautiful. Her eyes were kind, and her slightly chubby cheeks looked even fuller because of the wide smile she was giving Jihyo.
“Good morning,” the stranger greeted her. “You called me about a problem with… the plumbing?” She ended more as a question than a statement, accompanied by a little chuckle. As if forgetting why she’d been called was something funny.
Jihyo couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, responding with a smile. “It’s the sink, actually.” She rested one arm on the doorframe and leaned her weight against it while bringing her other hand to her waist, as if she were posing for a photo shoot or something similar. Her actions immediately had the desired effect.
The stranger swallowed hard, taking in Jihyo for the first time, and not just her face. The outfit the woman had chosen for that morning was certainly revealing, to say the least. Jihyo knew she had a hot body and loved to show it off; after all, she spent too much time at the gym not to brag about her own physique.
That morning, Jihyo was wearing a sheer dress made of a lace-like fabric with intricate patterns. These patterns revealed her tanned skin and the bra and shorts she wore underneath, which were part of the set. But of all that, what caught the plumber’s attention was the neckline. Jihyo was beautiful, too, but her prominent cleavage was completely distracting the stranger. Jihyo knew it and resisted the urge to lick her lips so as not to give herself away in front of a stranger that she liked the attention from.
Jihyo didn’t want to act like a slut, much less in front of someone she’d just met, but turning heads and drawing attention was her way of getting revenge for the many ways her wife neglected her. If her wife didn’t appreciate her spectacular figure enough, Jihyo was going to show her that others certainly did. Even if her wife wasn’t there to see it.
“Why don’t you go inside and check it out?” She clearly couldn’t because Jihyo was standing there blocking the door. “I don’t want you to get heatstroke because of me.” The stranger ran her hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweat, while nodding in agreement. “This way.” Jihyo finally cleared the way, motioning for the woman to enter the house, and closed the door once she was inside. “The kitchen is this way.”
Jihyo led her, walking a few steps ahead without turning to see if she was following or not. She could hear her work boots echoing against the wooden floor and the metallic clinking of the toolbox behind her. Jihyo was more concerned with swaying her hips as she walked because she was sure the stranger had her eyes glued to her butt, it was impossible for her not to. A little more showing off wouldn’t hurt anyone, and besides, Jihyo was happy to have a beautiful woman and not a chubby, dirty man behind her. At least her wife had gotten that right, for a change.
Of course the woman noticed Jihyo’s hips; it was impossible not to. The dress and the way she moved them as she walked made it almost impossible to look anywhere else, unless you were staring at her butt. Jihyo was proud of what she’d achieved at the gym, of the way her butt looked now. Her wife had once teased her because her butt was small and didn’t stand out, but now everyone drooled over how shapely it was. A great result of Jihyo’s hard work and stubbornness.
But the other thing Momo inevitably noticed as she walked through the house were the framed photos hanging on the walls here and there. In them, a young Jihyo could be seen, always accompanied by another woman. As they made their way through the house, the plumber saw how the photos told the couple’s story up until their wedding day. After that, there weren’t many more photos.
“Here it is.” Jihyo pointed toward the sink once they reached the kitchen. “It’s a complete mess.”
“Let me check it out first. It doesn’t look that complicated.” The plumber approached the sink to inspect it and had to wrinkle her nose when she smelled the foul odor coming from it. Whistling under her breath, she stuck her hand into the stagnant water and fished around as if that would solve the problem. “I think the pipe is clogged. I’m going to have to open it up to clean it out and see what’s going on.” She wiped her hand on her overalls before continuing. “Ma’am, this is going to take a little while, so if…”
“No ‘madam,’ just call me Jihyo.” For some reason she was standing dangerously close to the sink, leaning on the countertop actually, and that startled the plumber when she turned to give her diagnosis. “By the way, you haven’t told me your name.”
“Momo, my name is Momo. Ma’am… Nice to meet you.” The woman gave her a wide smile that made her look a little silly, but Jihyo had to admit that maybe that was part of her charm. Maybe. “As I was saying, I have to open up the pipes to check them. It might get a little smelly in here.”
“Don’t worry, it already stinks enough. I don’t think it’ll get any worse.” Jihyo waved her hand, as if shooing away the bad smell or Momo’s doubts. “It’s been like this for a week, so I’m used to it by now.”
Jihyo walked around the kitchen island, eventually leaning over it with her arms resting on the counter. Making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere, and also exposing more of her cleavage as she leaned forward. Momo had a hard time trying to look away, so she decided it was better to focus on her toolbox; looking for what she needed to unclog the pipes instead of staring at her client’s breasts.
After tying her hair into a bun and rummaging through her toolbox for a while, Momo found what she needed to get to work. Kneeling on the kitchen floor with half her body inside the cabinet housing the sink, she carefully inspected the pipes until she decided which one to remove first so as not to flood the kitchen with stagnant water. As a precaution, she placed a bucket she’d asked Jihyo for and removed the first section of pipe. Instantly, a flood of dirty water poured into the bucket, splashing Momo in the face. She grimaced but kept working under her client’s watchful gaze.
Jihyo didn’t understand a thing Momo was doing; she knew nothing about plumbing or that sort of thing, but she didn’t miss a single detail of her actions. Not because she thought she had to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn’t slacking off and wasting time, but because she had decided to treat herself to the spectacle of watching Momo work. Every time she strained to loosen a pipe or reached up to grab a tool from her box, her muscles tensed, revealing just how strong her biceps were and how hard her arms were in general.
It didn’t hurt anyone for Jihyo to stand there watching, taking in the show, while listening to the things Momo muttered to herself. The poor thing was so immersed in her work that she probably wasn’t even aware that Jihyo was feasting her eyes on her arms, wondering how Momo’s calloused hands would feel against her skin. She didn’t miss a single detail of her movements or her butt, which, despite being hidden by the overalls, was quite visible. A little fantasy on a random Tuesday morning didn’t hurt anyone. On the contrary, it actually stimulated Jihyo and made her forget the foul smell that filled the kitchen.
“I think it’s done,” Momo announced, emerging from under the sink. Her face, arms, and shirt were splattered with dirty water, causing the fabric to cling to her body in places, making it look tighter than it actually was. The splashes and sweat gave Momo a somewhat disheveled look, perhaps wild or raw, which Jihyo chose to ignore, just as she had ignored how it made her feel. “Now all that’s left is to try it.”
Momo turned on the sink faucet and watched closely as the water pooled for a few seconds before beginning to flow freely down the drain, disappearing through the pipes to some remote place. She had done it; Jihyo’s sink was fixed. Now all that was left was to get rid of the water in the bucket so the kitchen would stop stinking.
“Wow! You really did it.” Once again, Jihyo was dangerously close to Momo, so close that she could smell her perfume. It was much nicer than the smell of the water in the sink. “If you give me your details, I can transfer the payment to you, or would you prefer cash?”
“To be honest, I’d rather freshen up first. But a bank transfer is fine.”
Momo handed her a card with her account number and details before Jihyo showed her where the bathroom was and gave her a clean towel. After a few minutes, which Jihyo used to pay for her services, Momo returned to the kitchen, now free of stains and sweat.
“If you don’t need me for anything, I should go,” Momo said, scratching the back of her neck. The way her arm looked even more massive from that distance distracted Jihyo for a few long seconds.
“If it’s not too much trouble, could you get rid of the bucket? Just throw it on the plants in the backyard, please.”
It was such a small thing that Momo saw no reason to refuse; nothing stopped her from doing a small favor for a customer satisfied with her work. Taking the bucket, she went from the kitchen straight to the backyard and then came back in empty-handed. She had left the bucket outside just in case it stank too.
“I really should go now. I have a few things to check on at my shop.”
“Oh, but I can’t just let you leave like that.” Once again, Jihyo was dangerously close to Momo, as if she’d decided to ignore the boundaries of personal space. “Can I offer you some lemonade or something to drink? I’d feel bad if you left like this after working so hard.”
Momo swallowed hard, making an effort to look anywhere but at Jihyo’s cleavage, which was proving quite difficult given how close she was.
“Lemonade would be fine,” she finally managed to say.
With a smile, Jihyo turned and went to open the fridge, bending down to look for the lemonade pitcher. This time, Momo couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. She’d spent the whole morning trying not to stare at her like a pervert, trying not to look at Jihyo’s cleavage or think about the sway of her hips; but seeing her bent over like that made it impossible for her to keep turning a blind eye.
Jihyo undoubtedly had the best butt Momo had seen in a long time, and from the way she lingered over taking out the pitcher, it was clear she wanted Momo to notice it. The fabric of her dress had clung to her body, clearly revealing the shape of both her buttocks, making it obvious that her shorts weren’t able to fully contain them.
She was really going to need that lemonade because her mouth had gone dry. Momo had to get out of there as soon as possible or she was going to do something crazy that would end with her getting slapped, or maybe something worse. But when Jihyo stood up with the pitcher of lemonade in her hand and kicked the fridge door shut, Momo’s legs wouldn’t respond. Much less was she able to run away when Jihyo set the pitcher down on the island and stood in front of Momo again, invading her personal space once more.
Her heart skipped a beat when Jihyo raised an arm and ran her hand just a few centimeters from Momo’s ear; Momo thought she was going to touch her. But what was actually happening was that Jihyo had opened a cabinet behind Momo, looking for a glass to pour the lemonade into. But soon none of that mattered.
The glass was too far away, the cabinet was too high, or maybe it was simply because Momo was in the way, but when Jihyo stretched too far, she slipped and fell onto Momo. To keep Jihyo from ending up on the floor, Momo grabbed her around the waist with both hands. What she couldn’t prevent was Jihyo’s chest colliding with her own.
For the second time that morning, Momo failed miserably at her self-imposed task of not looking at Jihyo like a pervert. When she looked down to check if the woman was okay, all she saw was her prominent cleavage pressed against her, giving her a perfect view of the valley between Jihyo’s large breasts. Faced with that, Momo couldn’t help but hold Jihyo tighter and press her against herself.
A strange, involuntary sound escaped Jihyo’s lips as she felt her body being handled like that. Momo’s powerful hands held her tightly, preventing her from falling, but at the same time keeping her from pulling away, from going anywhere.
Momo was squeezing harder than she should have, but it wasn’t in Jihyo’s plans to complain about it. Instead of pulling away, she stared intently at Momo, studying her face as she lost herself in the depth of her kind eyes. Eyes that now shone with an intensity different from what they had shown until now. That kindness was still there; her gaze conveyed calm, but it also revealed a desire that had suddenly grown and was spreading like wildfire inside Momo.
Slowly lowering her outstretched arm, Jihyo wrapped it around Momo’s head, playing with the hair behind her ear. “Maybe I have another job for you…” Her voice was almost a purr.
“What would that job be?” Momo was regretting not having gotten to try the lemonade, because her mouth was as dry as if she’d been walking through the desert.
Jihyo leaned close to her ear to whisper, as if trying to hide from the world what she was about to say next. “How about you check my pipes? All of them.”
She let the sentence hang in the air without pulling away from Momo; she didn’t even try. It would probably be useless anyway, because the plumber had a firm grip on her and didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go. Her hands were firmly on Jihyo’s hips, making it look more like she was about to hug her than prevent her from falling. A hug that they were both well aware they shouldn’t share.
“I should start checking right here… If that’s okay with you.”
“You can check here… In the bathroom, in my room. Wherever you want.” Jihyo didn’t dare brush her lips against Momo’s cheek, that would be too much, but that didn’t stop her from breathing right into her ear. As if she were trying to show her without words but actions just how fast her heart was racing right now.
Momo could not only see Jihyo’s closeness, but she could also feel it. In the way her hips responded to her grip, in the way Jihyo breathed against her ear, or in the sweet scent of her perfume; which was a far cry from the smell of sweat and work that Momo carried. The plumber allowed herself to be intoxicated by that mixture of scents and sensations that was Jihyo, trying to control herself so as not to squeeze her hips any tighter for fear of hurting her. She knew this was wrong, that Jihyo was a married woman. But if she wasn’t going to worry about her wife, Momo certainly wasn’t going to either.
Realizing exactly what Jihyo’s proposal was about, that it wasn’t about a plumbing job, Momo leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make sure to check every single one of your pipes.” That was how they stopped pretending, stopped testing the waters, and simply let themselves be carried away by the circumstances.
Jihyo not only brushed her lips against Momo’s cheek, but quickly found Momo’s lips to lose herself in a shared kiss. Right now, she didn’t want to think about the possibility of her wife coming back and finding her in the arms of the person who was supposed to fix the sink. No, right now it was more important to focus on Momo’s lips, on how her tongue was trying to invade Jihyo’s mouth, or on how her hands had started to move from her hips.
Momo’s tongue finally made its way into Jihyo’s mouth, or perhaps it was Jihyo herself who let it in, to immediately dance together with hers, twisting in a warm, wet whirlwind. Meanwhile, Momo’s hands weren’t staying still either, positioning themselves on Jihyo’s back to hold her in a different way but still preventing her from pulling away.
Their breaths mingled as they melted further and further into that forbidden kiss. Letting themselves be carried away by desire and ignoring the logic that told them this was wrong. But Jihyo needed some adventure in her life, a change for a change’s sake, and Momo wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity if a woman as beautiful and fiery as this threw herself into her arms. Neither of them could let this opportunity pass, even if it meant losing their marriage or their job. Pleasure, lust, sin, that was all that filled their minds, clouding their judgment and pushing them a little further.
Between gasps, Jihyo managed to pull away slightly. “Let me help you find where you need to check.” With those words, she took Momo’s hands in hers, feeling how rough they were from work, and guided them down to her butt in a clear invitation to explore her anatomy more closely. Momo didn’t waste any time and squeezed the buttocks that Jihyo was so kindly offering her.
The married woman let out a sigh that died on Momo’s lips. The plumber was strong enough to lift her just by grabbing her ass, but instead she was too busy kneading Jihyo’s well-toned buttocks. Countless hours at the gym had built up that ass and shaped it into the form it had now. The perfect size to fall into Momo’s hands, to fit between her fingers and spill out from between them when the woman squeezed her ass. Touching Jihyo’s butt was a full-fledged delight, an almost religious experience. But even more so was the way Momo’s caresses stretched Jihyo’s dress, making her cleavage look more prominent.
Between kisses, Momo could appreciate Jihyo’s bust, seeing that her breasts threatened to escape from the bra that held them captive. Nothing would have pleased Momo more than to have one of those breasts in her mouth to play with the nipple, whose edge peeked shyly out from the bra, revealing a light brown color. To suck on it and perhaps bite it, even to venture to leave marks that Jihyo’s wife would find later.
“Did you find the problem yet?” Jihyo’s voice was a whisper between ragged gasps and passionate kisses.
“I have to look deeper.” Momo played along, pulling her dress up so she could finally touch her skin properly.
Indeed, the shorts she was wearing weren’t able to contain her buttocks and left half of them exposed, but the dress did the job of covering what the shorts couldn’t. Now, with the garment out of the way, Momo was free to knead Jihyo’s ass however she wanted, squeezing and spreading those delicious buttocks, molding them with her caresses and earning a moan from Jihyo. But she couldn’t stop there.
Momo growled softly, sliding her hands down, slipping them under Jihyo’s shorts without a shred of hesitation or remorse. She grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing so hard it made Jihyo moan again, feeling how the soft skin yielded under her caresses as if it were wet clay. She spread her buttocks urgently, tracing the thin line of the thong that hid the small, tight anus beneath.
Meanwhile, Jihyo was melting in Momo’s hands, feeling her fingers explore her flesh and take possession of her. Feeling her own heart pounding against her ribs in a way it hadn’t in a long time. The flame of passion was burning fiercely within Jihyo, making her look like a lit torch in the middle of a dark cave. Her ragged breath was dying in Momo’s mouth along with the soft moans caused by Momo’s caresses on her body.
Urgency and greed were taking hold of Momo, making her want more of Jihyo, needing more of her. Without hesitation, she dared to pull down Jihyo’s shorts, sliding them down to mid-thigh with quick movements that at times became clumsy due to urgency and excitement. As expected, Jihyo didn’t protest as Momo undressed her in the middle of her own kitchen. She didn’t seem to mind that someone she’d met less than an hour ago was exploring her body so deeply. But to tell the truth, Jihyo hoped Momo would explore her in more detail and not stop at the surface.
“I need you out of those shorts.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order. One that Jihyo obeyed by pushing the garment down herself so it gathered around her ankles, because Momo’s hands seemed glued to her ass. Then she simply kicked the shorts aside, leaving only her thong on, which covered absolutely nothing of her anatomy.
Jihyo kissed Momo’s neck, clinging to the sides of her shirt so she wouldn’t slip again. Momo growled, unafraid to look vulnerable or to show how much the woman in her arms affected her. She had driven her crazy from the moment she opened the door to welcome her, and now she no longer needed to keep those impure thoughts about a married woman at bay.
Demonstrating the strength in her arms, Momo lifted Jihyo and practically carried her by the hips until her feet barely touched the floor. She carried her over to the island, where she sat her on the quartz countertop with her legs spread and her dress rolled up to her waist.
“I think I’m starting to get a handle on the problem?” Momo’s hands were forced to leave Jihyo’s butt, but that didn’t mean they were moving away from her. There was plenty to touch, plenty to grab, like the married woman’s prominent cleavage.
As Momo trailed a path of kisses down Jihyo’s neck, past her collarbone until she reached her breasts, Jihyo felt things were getting serious. Which was stupid because right now she was wearing only a thong from the waist down, and Momo had already groped her entire butt. But being in a thong wasn’t the same as having her breasts exposed and a practically unknown woman sucking on her nipple.
Jihyo might have worn a similarly skimpy bikini bottom on some beach in a tropical paradise when she was feeling especially daring, or if her wife had asked her to. But that was very different. It was a beach at a tourist destination, a place where people went to have fun and tan their bodies in the sun. That had nothing to do with the kitchen in her own home, let alone having another woman eating her tits.
The moment Momo’s mouth found her nipple, Jihyo surrendered completely. In reality, she had already done so the moment she slid onto Momo, but now she abandoned any pretense of hiding how much she was enjoying this. Momo’s warm tongue worked on her hard nipple, drawing out moans she had no interest in suppressing. There was no point, since the only person who could hear those sounds was Momo, and Jihyo was sure she didn’t want to miss them. After all, she was the one to blame for Jihyo being like this.
The sweet notes of Jihyo’s perfume mingled with the soft scent of her skin, overwhelming Momo’s senses in a blinding way that led her to sink deeper and deeper into the married woman’s cleavage. Her soft breasts welcomed her with enveloping warmth and hard nipples, which Momo was caressing with her tongue and gently biting.
Jihyo pressed Momo’s head against her chest, between her breasts, to which Momo reacted by groping for her thighs. Her hands didn’t take long to find them and move dangerously close to Jihyo’s crotch, protected only by the pitiful excuse for underwear that was her thong. Such a tiny garment wasn’t going to keep Momo at bay, and frankly, at this point the thong was nothing more than a tiny triangle of fabric soaked in Jihyo’s nectar.
Momo confirmed this when she gently pressed against Jihyo’s covered pussy. Instantly, her fingers felt the married woman’s wetness, unmistakable proof of just how much Jihyo was enjoying this illicit encounter.
“There’s a leak here I need to fix.” Two of her fingers pressed against the ruined fabric, but it was when they slid over it that a shiver ran through Jihyo’s body. From her spine to the deepest corners of her being, Jihyo felt her body melt with pleasure.
“Then go down there and check it out.” Just as Momo had done earlier when she demanded that Jihyo take off her shorts, Jihyo now took her hand and ordered her to go down and dive into the wetness of her center. Because no one in the world would have thought that was a request, Jihyo had issued a full-fledged command. An order that showed she wasn’t just going to stay there at Momo’s mercy for her to do whatever she wanted with her, but that she was going to actively participate.
Following the married woman’s orders, Momo reluctantly pulled away from her breasts to kneel down, coming face-to-face with Jihyo’s crotch. Just as she had knelt to fix the sink, she now did so to immerse herself in a different kind of wetness. One that was undeniably a thousand times more pleasurable and delightful.
With her thumb, she pushed aside the ruined fabric, finally revealing before her the work of art that was Jihyo’s cunt. Soaked, throbbing, and burning with the fire that this illicit encounter was igniting within her. Momo could do nothing but lick her lips at such a sight, as if she were a cat eyeing a juicy fish. Or rather, like a wild feline stalking its prey, about to pounce on it and sink its claws into its tender flesh.
The calm before the storm was a few agonizing seconds during which only Momo’s breathing could be heard in the kitchen, before she finally decided to dive between the legs of a woman she hadn’t even known an hour ago. A married woman who was half-naked on the kitchen island of the house she shared with her wife. Something Momo shouldn’t be doing, but to her, it seemed like there was nothing else in the world right now.
Momo’s flat tongue landed on Jihyo’s folds, causing another moan; one more of the many Momo had elicited from her in such a short time. Something else to add to the list of things Momo had done to her that made her melt like a candle under the summer sun.
Jihyo’s nectar flowed copiously from her center, which had become a spring from which Momo quenched her thirst. Jihyo was the forbidden fruit of pleasure and lust. A ripe, juicy fruit that throbbed at Momo’s touch, releasing more and more nectar as she licked.
As if that weren’t enough, the plumber decided to push Jihyo a little further into madness. With the same finger that had earlier pushed aside the thong, Momo now caressed Jihyo’s clitoris. The bundle of nerves gave in to her caresses, sending electric sensations that made Jihyo’s toes curl and a lump form in her throat. A dry moan, almost like a growl, escaped her mouth unexpectedly.
Despite it being her first time with her, Momo quickly found Jihyo’s sweet spots. She quickly grasped where to lick and when to suck, how to move her thumb, and how deep to go with her tongue. Jihyo was an open book to Momo, who had become an avid reader of this forbidden tome. Turning page after page without missing a single detail of the reactions her reading provoked in Jihyo, who shuddered and moaned especially loudly when Momo applied more pressure to her clitoris.
Gushing like a broken pipe, Jihyo braced her hands behind her, leaning her full weight onto them and, consequently, onto the counter of the island. If her wife found her like this, lying on her back with her legs spread so the plumber could eat her pussy, it would definitely be the end of their marriage. Luckily, her wife had decided to go out and leave her home alone; now she had to face the consequences of her actions.
It was almost pathetic that Jihyo was already in heaven with so little. Just a few licks and a few strokes on the bundle of nerves that was her clitoris, and she was already moaning pitifully as her pulse quickened to the rhythm of the woman’s licks between her legs. So little caused so much in her that it was evident how neglected she was, how much her wife had been ignoring the book of Jihyo’s pleasure.
Without thinking, she grabbed Momo by the head. As if her hand were a claw and she were an eagle firmly gripping her prey so it couldn’t escape. But was it really necessary? No, of course not. Momo had knelt down willingly and had plunged into the depths of Jihyo’s crotch, seeking her own pleasure as well. Momo was satisfying her hunger, but holding her like this gave Jihyo a sense of control that she liked. It was like holding the leash of a puppy you knew wasn’t going anywhere.
If it weren’t for the fact that it would make her fall off the island, Jihyo would have been grinding her center against Momo’s face. Just as she was, supporting her weight with one hand and holding Momo with the other, it was the perfect position to do it. To let herself go, once again, and use the plumber’s face to give herself pleasure.
Momo took the hand holding her head as yet another confirmation of how well she was doing. That she was making the right decisions when licking, sucking, or penetrating with her tongue. That her thumb, instead of causing discomfort, was delivering nothing but pleasure. It wasn’t just Jihyo’s hand confirming this, but also the heat of her pussy, the small tremors in her thighs, the way her moans had risen in intensity until reaching a brazen volume. It wasn’t just Jihyo’s sweet moans bouncing off the kitchen walls, but also the way she pressed Momo’s head against her body.
Perhaps Jihyo couldn’t grind against her, but that didn’t stop her from pressing Momo deeper into her crotch. Now Momo ate with greater greed, with more brazenness, and in a more reckless manner. Jihyo’s nectar dripped down her chin, staining her neck just as sweat had done before.
There was no longer room for her hand; there was only room for her face and her hunger for the married woman. Momo pressed her face against her, practically devouring her, making wet noises as she ate her pussy. She took both of Jihyo’s thighs behind the knee and spread them as far as she could without hurting her. Pulling her, she drew her closer until Jihyo’s ass was on the edge of the precipice, practically about to fall off the island. She was only staying on the furniture thanks to Momo’s hands.
Maybe it was that wild hunger with which she was eating her pussy, or the pornographic sounds Momo made while doing it. The way the plumber’s tongue explored her insides without restraint, and her lips kissed her wet folds. It could have been being literally on the verge of falling, held up only by her hand and because her legs were draped over Momo’s shoulders. It may have been each of those things or all of them at once that pushed her over the inescapable precipice of sexual climax.
Pushing Momo’s head against her body, Jihyo came all over her face. Her pussy throbbed against Momo’s face as if trying to communicate with her in Morse code, while her nectar flowed in copious amounts, staining her entire face. Momo didn’t protest or try to pull away; she simply stayed there, drinking as much as she could with the same hunger with which she had been eating. Feeling Jihyo convulse and throb against her face.
The pleasure made her close her eyes and throw her head back like that as the orgasm hit her hard. Countless waves of pleasure coursed through Jihyo’s body, making her shudder and curl her toes. She had to make an effort not to crush Momo’s skull or break her nails against the deck of the island, she was clenching so hard. Her mouth was open as if she were about to moan, but at that very moment, when the pleasure was at its peak, Jihyo didn’t let out a single moan. She froze in silence, trying to withstand the onslaught of the orgasm, while the sun filtering through the sheer curtain created patterns on her face and bare chest.
Those were glorious moments until the pleasure began to subside and Jihyo came down from the clouds to realize she was barely keeping her balance, at this point only aided by Momo. Her legs were still draped over Momo’s shoulders, and if not for that, her ass would have slipped off the island long ago. Using the sink faucet as an anchor point, Jihyo sat back down properly, or as close to it as she could manage. After all, sitting on the kitchen island with her legs spread and her bare chest exposed wasn’t exactly what you’d call normal, especially when there was someone between her legs who wasn’t her wife.
Finally, Momo was free to pull away, to stand up, to breathe normally. Her face was covered in Jihyo’s fluids; it was obvious at a glance how they had dripped down her chin and fallen onto her shirt as well. The fluid stains mingled with the water from the sink, making it clear that Momo needed a change of clothes urgently. But even more urgent was catching her breath, because her chest was rising and falling as if she’d run a marathon, when in reality she’d only been devouring Jihyo. To her, both activities seemed equally physically demanding.
“I think that leak is fixed now.” The mischievous tone of those words didn’t go unnoticed by Jihyo, who was still catching her breath.
With her head still tilted back and her eyes closed, Jihyo gently bit her lower lip, as if trying to stifle a sigh, before saying anything. “There are still places you should check.”
“I don’t know if I should…” Momo was still hungry, but doubt suddenly crept into her mind.
“I insist you should check every corner, every pipe…” Jihyo let the words slip out as she moved her feet, which dangled from the island without quite touching the floor, playing with them with a joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Maybe my room is a good place to keep looking.”
“Do you have problems there too?” Momo’s confidence wavered as she played along with Jihyo.
“You have no idea.” Jihyo tugged on Momo’s shirt to pull her closer, making her take up the space between her legs again. With her other hand, she wiped Momo’s face, or at least her mouth, before leaning into her lips and whispering against them. “Are you going to let me show you?”
Momo couldn’t help but kiss Jihyo, sending her doubts about what she was doing back to the depths of her mind. The married woman’s offer was too tempting, too good, to think twice about accepting it. She’d already made her come once, and that “search” in the bedroom promised more orgasms for both of them.
The disparity in their clothing had to be remedied promptly. While Momo was still fully clothed, Jihyo was missing her shorts and had her breasts exposed, plus her dress was hiked up to her waist. So she lifted Momo’s shirt, breaking the kiss just to pull the garment over her head and toss it somewhere she didn’t even bother to look. Her nimble hands then found the clasp of the bra and got rid of that garment as well. The plumber’s breasts now hung freely for Jihyo’s hands to do whatever they wanted with them.
Being naked from the waist up but still wearing the overalls tied at the waist and her work boots gave Momo a peculiar look, something you didn’t see every day. Her bare torso was beautiful. Momo’s arms were defined by her work, but the way her abs were defined was the result of something entirely different. It was clear at a glance that despite her somewhat unkempt appearance, Momo took the time to work on her body. Her powerful yet still feminine appearance combined with her work clothes to give her a somewhat raw aura, a kind of roughness that was driving Jihyo crazy.
Clearly, Momo’s breasts were firmer than Jihyo’s. She confirmed this herself when she squeezed one, feeling the flesh of her breast spill between her fingers yet still retain its shape. Momo moaned into Jihyo’s mouth; she, too, was in need. The poor thing had eaten her cunt with a voracious hunger, receiving nothing in return but Jihyo’s moans and fluids. She had neglected herself in her quest to give the married woman more pleasure; that was something she needed to be rewarded for right now.
Jihyo let herself fall from the counter, pressing her weight against Momo, grinding her wet center against her thigh and adding a new stain to the jumpsuit. This time it was something different from the water from the pipes, but it flowed in a similar way.
“Bedroom… Now.” Amid kisses and sighs, the words managed to leave her mouth, but her lips couldn’t leave Momo’s. Momo held her firmly and pressed her thigh against Jihyo’s soaked center, not caring about the new wet stain forming there.
Finally, Jihyo managed to break free from Momo’s grip, not without a great effort of will on her part, and ran first out of the kitchen, then up the stairs. Momo lagged behind, standing in the same spot before deciding to go after Jihyo.
It was obvious that Momo didn’t know where the master bedroom was, or any other room for that matter, but Jihyo had left a trail of clothes for her to follow. She had gone up the stairs, Momo knew that because she had heard her, and halfway up she found Jihyo’s heels.
With every step she took, the wooden stairs creaked under the weight of her work boots, signaling to Jihyo that Momo was following the clues she had left behind. Just like Hansel and Gretel, Momo found more items of clothing along the way. First the dress, then the discarded bra a little further on showed her which direction to take. At the end of the hallway, she found Jihyo’s panties hanging from the doorknob of a half-open door, like a clear invitation to venture into the deepest recesses of the house. “The X marks the treasure,” Momo whispered to herself as she pushed the door open.
Knowing she was trespassing, the plumber crossed the threshold with a firm, determined stride. This was territory where she shouldn’t be, but she had been invited nonetheless. Momo was like a vampire lurking in the night until the maiden invited her in, except it was mid-morning and Jihyo was by no means an innocent damsel. Perhaps she was the exact opposite.
From all the clothes strewn along the path, Momo knew Jihyo was naked, but she hadn’t expected to find her like this. Jihyo was in her bed, the same one she shared with her wife every night, propped up on a pile of pillows. Her legs were spread wide, brazenly exposing her still-damp pussy, as if it were the final invitation Momo needed to erase all her doubts.
“With all that clothes on, you won’t be able to inspect it properly.” The words floated over to Momo, and then she realized she was still wearing the overalls tied at the waist and her boots. She must have looked comical, admiring Jihyo’s nakedness with her mouth slightly open, when she herself was topless and in her work clothes.
Never in her life had Momo undressed so quickly. The boots flew off her feet, and when she took off the overalls, Jihyo smiled at the sight of a damp spot on the plumber’s panties. She had caused that. Momo’s ruined panties ended up in an unorganised pile with the rest of her clothes.
Now in the same state of nudity as Jihyo, she climbed onto the bed and crawled over to the married woman. Momo moved like a wild animal ready to attack its prey; and in fact, she was. She was ready to pounce on Jihyo and devour her once more, but the woman had other plans for her. She made that clear by grabbing Momo by the face and pulling her toward her to kiss her. Instantly, the two melted into a desperate kiss, letting their tongues battle for a few moments before pulling apart again to catch their breath.
Momo didn’t waste any time and went to kiss Jihyo’s neck, while she played with her hair and held her by the back. Momo’s back was stronger than Jihyo had thought; she could feel her muscles under her palm and trace them easily with her fingertips, drawing lines across Momo’s skin as she focused on kissing Jihyo’s neck.
“Let me return the favor,” the married woman whispered into Momo’s ear, as if speaking those words in a low voice would hide the fact that she was cheating on her wife. “You’re already so wet, and just from eating me.” Jihyo took the opportunity to slide the hand that had been on her back down to Momo’s crotch, where her fingers felt the wetness of her center. The plumber found Jihyo’s lips and moaned right into her mouth as she felt her soaked folds.
“I have a better idea.” Momo’s trembling voice did nothing to hide that she was resisting the urge to let herself go and accept Jihyo’s offer, but at least right now she needed more than just her fingers. She needed a different, more special touch, something gentler.
Gently, Momo pulled away from Jihyo, kneeling in front of her. The mattress sank under her weight as if it knew she didn’t belong there, as if it wasn’t used to supporting her weight. But it could also just be that Momo was putting all her weight on a single point. In any case, ignoring her struggles, Momo took Jihyo by the thighs and pulled her, sliding her so she was lying more flat but with her head still resting on the pillows. Immediately, her fingers wrapped around the married woman’s delicate ankle and lifted it to spread her legs and expose her center.
Jihyo let the other woman do whatever she wanted with her; she had long since surrendered to her in this lustful and illicit adventure. She didn’t protest when Momo dragged her or when she lifted her leg; she just looked at her with that special gleam in her deep brown eyes, one that had recently awakened. Momo had already proven she knew what she was doing when she went down there to devour her with eagerness and skill, so why not continue to trust her abilities?
With her eyes half-closed, Momo admired the chaos that was Jihyo’s crotch, glistening with a mixture of her own wetness and Momo’s saliva. Carefully, the plumber slid a foot over Jihyo’s outstretched leg and straddled her thigh, still keeping her ankle raised. Now it was Momo’s wetness that clung to Jihyo’s skin. Her center seemed to burn against the married woman’s thigh; her firm muscles offered a resistance that Momo appreciated. Finally, some friction where she needed it most.
Meeting Jihyo’s eyes, Momo slid up her thigh, leaving a trail of wetness, until there was no more leg to rub against. Then their centers met, and Momo felt Jihyo’s delicate lips against her own.
There was hunger in Jihyo’s gaze, a hunger that overwhelmed Momo but at the same time drove her forward. Jihyo’s deep brown eyes looked deep into Momo’s, connecting on a level beyond mere gazes. She didn’t blink, but she did narrow her eyes when Momo began to move, rubbing her center against Jihyo’s. They continued to stare intently at each other even when they had to open their mouths to moan. Nothing could break their eye contact.
Their centers rubbed together in a wet kiss, charged with lust and hunger. Momo’s hips moved rhythmically while Jihyo lifted her own to increase the friction. Their moans blended into one, like a symphony musicalising their illicit encounter, interrupted only occasionally by small gasps from the effort of burning their centers together.
Eating Jihyo’s cunt had been a wonderful thing, but it had deprived Momo of seeing her reactions; now that she was naked on top of her, that had changed completely. Now Momo didn’t miss a single detail of the reactions she was causing in the married woman. Every tremor of her lips, the blush on her cheeks, the intensity of her gaze locked on hers. Everything was captured by the plumber’s eager eyes, which suddenly weren’t satisfied with just looking into Jihyo’s eyes, she also wanted to devour her with her gaze, and one could say she was already doing just that.
The plumber had a feast before her eyes, and that only made her even hungrier. Jihyo’s body trembled at the movements of her hips, causing her breasts and abdomen to quiver to the rhythm set by Momo with each rotation of her core. It was clear that the woman exercised a lot, but her body still had that softness just in the right spots.
Jihyo reached out to grab the hand Momo still had free, the one not holding her ankle, to give her more stability and a point of anchor so she could move her hips more frantically. Their fingers intertwined as Momo picked up the pace and Jihyo used her other hand to play with her breasts, putting on a show that made Momo’s heart skip a few beats. How was it possible that this married woman looked so spectacular and immaculate in a situation like this? If it weren’t for the fact that she was already married and cheating on her wife with Momo, she would have thought she’d found the perfect woman.
Jihyo’s hand looked small as it intertwined with Momo’s. The plumber gripped it tightly, making her biceps stand out even more and showcasing the toned muscles of her arms in all their glory. As her calloused hand clung fervently to the married woman’s, her abdomen contracted and stretched with each new rotation of her hips. The mere sight of Momo’s toned abs contorting made Jihyo bite her lower lip.
The support provided by Jihyo allowed Momo to apply a little more force, pressing herself a little closer against her while Jihyo herself pushed her hips upward in search of Momo. The pressure continued to build in their cores, as did the wetness and heat, causing their lips to slide more easily together in that obscene kiss they were sharing. Soon the heat and pressure became too intense to contain. Their cores throbbed with fervor, making their swollen lips burn with the fire of lust. A fire that was consuming them both.
With spectacular synchrony, they both let themselves go at the same time, plunging into the river of lust and letting themselves be swept away by the current of pleasure. As if they were one, the orgasm hit them at the same time, causing their bodies to tremble and their moans to lose any composure that might have remained in them. But despite the waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies, neither stopped pressing against the other, thrusting their hips to soothe the heat of their throbbing centers.
When it became undeniable that they were being dragged into the void of the climax, their gazes met again and remained locked as pleasure took over their bodies without restraint. One’s gaze fixed on the other’s, looking directly into her being, scrutinizing the deepest recesses of her soul. All while wave after wave of pleasure washed over them completely.
Momo released Jihyo’s leg and let herself fall gently onto her, with half her body on top of the married woman’s, though their legs were still intertwined. Her breathing was ragged, not just from the effort of grinding against the other woman, but also from the adrenaline and the excitement of the orgasm. The plumber watched as Jihyo’s chest rose and fell as she tried to fill her lungs with air, and without a second thought, she reached out to capture one of her breasts with her mouth, giving small sucks and nibbles that made Jihyo moan softly.
The married woman interlaced her fingers with Momo’s hair, and after letting her lick a few times, gently pulled her away from her breast. The plumber didn’t have time to protest because Jihyo pulled her in for a passionate kiss. This time it was she who invaded Momo’s mouth with her tongue to explore its depths and make their tongues battle once more. Suddenly, it no longer mattered that they were trying to catch their breath; all that was on their minds was the need to never part from each other’s lips.
Jihyo let go of Momo’s hair, and Momo took the opportunity to straddle the woman’s abdomen, staining it with her fluids. Jihyo didn’t care; she no longer cared if the plumber’s scent lingered on her body, all the better if it did. All she did was run her hands over Momo’s toned back, tracing the defined muscles with her fingers, feeling them tense and flex under her touch. Always moving downward along a path that inevitably led her to grab, with open, greedy hands, a handful of Momo’s ass.
The plumber moaned into the housewife’s mouth, feeling her core grow wet again despite still recovering from her recent orgasm. Her breasts rubbed against the other’s as they moved to adjust their lips to the kiss they were sharing. Only a few moments had passed, and they were already trying to devour each other again.
Then Momo felt trapped in the claws of a predator. She had entered the room willingly to consummate the illicit act to which she had been invited, and it never crossed her mind that she was walking straight into the lair of a beast. She had already seen in the kitchen just how insatiable Jihyo was, the sheer magnitude of the hunger she felt. Even though Momo was the one who had steered the action in a certain way, it had all happened on Jihyo’s turf. Maybe Momo wasn’t the predator she’d thought at first; maybe this married woman hadn’t fallen from the sky as a reward for her, but was instead using her to sate a hunger her wife was no longer able to satisfy. That was most likely the case, and honestly, Momo couldn’t care less. All of that was worth it for the pleasure that was setting her body ablaze. At the end the vampire was just a poor bat blinded by the incandesce of Jihyo's lust.
Momo was in Jihyo's claws and that was how being gently Jihyo moved Momo’s body, and Momo let her do whatever she wanted without protesting; it was already too late to start complaining. Soon the plumber found herself lying on her back with her head resting on the pillows and her thighs spread apart. Jihyo was beside her, but their bodies weren’t at the same level. She had broken the kiss to position herself slightly higher than Momo, and instead of her lips, she offered one of her breasts, which Momo accepted willingly.
Now the tables had completely turned from how things had been in the kitchen. Even though Momo had one of Jihyo’s breasts in her mouth, it was Jihyo who was now in control of the situation. It was her hand that wandered down Momo’s thigh, caressing her skin, sending shivers wherever it went despite the heat radiating from her fingers. That hand felt like a silent promise yet to come; both knew what the final destination was, but neither said a word. Momo simply lay there, sucking on the breast that had been placed in her mouth, while Jihyo traced patterns on the inner side of her thigh.
It was all part of the game, of how Jihyo had let herself fall into the plumber’s arms and was now taking control. Her hand moved slowly but surely toward Momo’s center, feeling the heat radiating from the anticipation of not knowing when the inevitable was finally going to happen. Then Jihyo’s fingers finally reached the woman’s wet folds, sending a small shiver through her body as she closed her eyes to withdraw from this world and surrender herself completely to Jihyo’s hands.
For some reason, Momo thought the woman would be rougher with her, that now that she was completely in control and Momo had surrendered so passively to her caresses, she would show her no mercy. But quite the opposite; her touch was gentle, gentle yet determined. Jihyo didn’t hesitate for a moment as her fingers caressed Momo’s folds, soaking up in her love juices and spreading them across her center. Doing whatever she wanted with the plumber’s vulva.
When it all began, Momo had pounced on the woman like an animal in heat, but now she lay like a kitten in Jihyo’s arms. Her moans were muffled by the breast in her mouth, and her folds were being explored by an expert hand. Her hips moved almost of their own accord, and Jihyo immediately withdrew her hand, making it absolutely clear who was in control, who was setting the pace here. Momo had no choice but to focus on sucking while the hand resumed its mischief on her throbbing center.
Jihyo’s new target was Momo’s swollen lips. She caressed them, drawing out more muffled moans. She traced them with her fingertips and rubbed them, playing with them as she felt her owner melt in her hands. Then she found her clitoris and attacked it too, rolling it gently between her fingers, taking care not to overwhelm Momo with the caresses she was bestowing upon her.
Even though the plumber was soaking wet, Jihyo brought her fingers to her mouth, more to taste Momo’s nectar than to add saliva. She was sure that the Momo’s own wetness would be enough for what she had in mind, so she focused on savoring her nectar and swallowing it all, hungrily cleaning up every last trace of her essence, using her tongue to trace between her fingers and leave nothing behind.
One of Jihyo’s hands caressed Momo’s hair, occasionally brushing across her forehead, while the other, without any shame, returned to rubbing her cunt. This time, just two fingers slid between her folds, drawing circles and applying pressure, masturbating Momo in a delicious way. With expert, precise movements, as if she knew her lover’s anatomy perfectly, she stimulated her until her fingers were once again soaked in her nectar, drenched in her essence. Then, without warning, and while her other hand gently caressed the woman’s forehead, Jihyo pressed those same two fingers into the opening of her center and invaded Momo’s pussy.
The inside of the plumber’s pussy felt velvety, with a warmth that welcomed Jihyo’s intruding fingers, making them feel right at home. Momo clung tighter to the nipple in her mouth because it was the only thing left for her to do. Just as Jihyo had spread her legs in the kitchen so Momo could eat her out, now Momo had to play her part and spread her legs so the married woman could try to even the score of orgasms.
“Try,” as if Momo weren’t already melting from the heat spreading from her core and coursing through her entire body. Jihyo’s fingers spread apart inside her and probed her depths, caressing her walls. Filling her up and then closing in, so her pussy would never get used to the stimulation it was receiving. By the time Jihyo started literally fucking Momo’s cunt with her hand, Momo had already become a whimpering mess. Nothing remained of the resolve and determination she’d shown in the kitchen; now she simply lay in a married couple’s bed, a marriage she wasn’t a part of, while Jihyo cheated on her wife with her. “While she’s using me to be unfaithful,” Momo told herself, but what does it matter if being used feels this good? Maybe Momo wouldn’t mind if Jihyo used her a few more times if she took care of her this well again.
The plumber’s moans were muffled by Jihyo’s breast, but her body was making another sound; or rather, both of them were. The fingers felt so good inside her, giving her so much pleasure, that her center was completely soaked and now squelched with every thrust of Jihyo’s fingers. The woman was truly doing whatever she wanted with her. Giving her relentless pleasure while caressing her forehead with her other hand to calm her down. A duality of sensations that was driving Momo absolutely insane.
As Jihyo spread her fingers while continuing her relentless assault on Momo’s pussy, the pleasure Momo was receiving reached a new peak. Then she had the brilliant idea of using her thumb to caress Momo's clit while her fingers continued going back and forth. With this last action the inevitable didn’t take long to happen, and when Momo could no longer process the sensations invading her body, she exploded. She literally exploded, shooting a stream of fluids from her cunt as her body trembled.
Jihyo held her in place but didn’t stop giving her pleasure. In a way that was now somewhat torturous, she continued fucking Momo, causing her fluids to splash everywhere. She didn’t care that her forearm or the sheets were getting even more stained, that they were becoming more deeply imbued with the plumber’s essence. Faced with that, Momo was unable to keep clinging to the breast she had in her mouth, and now, free of all restraint, her moans echoed unabashedly as she melted in pleasure. Something totally unimaginable when Momo walked through the door of the house to simply repair the sink.
When Jihyo’s fingers slipped out of Momo’s center with a squelching sound, a final shudder ran through her. A moan, almost a cry of protest for the emptiness, escaped her lips. Her body had endured so much in such a short time that she simply collapsed. As Jihyo continued stroking her forehead and whispering something she couldn’t quite make out, Momo fell asleep.
The next time Momo opened her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened. She almost felt bad for falling asleep like that after staining Jihyo’s bed, but no one could blame her for that after the way Jihyo had made her feel. When she finally came to her full senses, she realized she was still in bed, in the exact same spot where she’d fallen asleep, but Jihyo had slipped a towel under her so her body wouldn’t be in contact with the stained sheets while she slept.
Jihyo was there too, right in front of her. Lying on her side, looking at Momo, with her hair pulled back in a bun and a cigarette between her fingers. The smoke hid her features for a second as it escaped her nose, but then it drifted gently toward the window, which was now open. Momo snatched the cigarette from between her fingers and took a drag before handing it back to her. Instead of taking it, Jihyo leaned in to kiss Momo but stopped when her lips were almost pressed against the other woman’s; then they passed the smoke from one mouth to the other as if Jihyo were sucking Momo’s soul out. Maybe that’s what it really was.
“How long did I sleep?” Momo asked, stretching.
“A little over half an hour.” Jihyo handed the cigarette to Momo, and this time she smoked it properly. “You were sleeping so deeply that you didn’t even wake up when I put the towel on you.”
“Thanks for that. It’s been so long since I came like that.” Momo let the words slip out, a little embarrassed for the way she exploded and drenched Jihyo and her bed. Her cheeks turned red but she ignored it and instead rolled over to lie on her back and stare at the ceiling.
“Hey.” Jihyo took her hand. “It’s the least I can do for you.” Momo’s heart skipped a beat when their fingers intertwined and Jihyo lay down beside her, leaving the cigarette forgotten in the ashtray on the nightstand. “Maybe we should do this more often.”
“Just hope the neighbors don’t see us. I wouldn’t know how to explain to them that I go out with a toolbox only to turn around and knock on the door.” Momo wrinkled her nose in an amused gesture.
“We’ll figure something out if that happens.” Jihyo rested her head on Momo’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Next time I can be a pizza delivery girl, or, or…” Momo wasn’t able to finish that sentence because Jihyo kissed her gently on the lips.
“Looks like you really enjoyed it.”
“It was a good experience.” Momo let out a sigh before continuing. “I never thought playing like that would be so much fun.”
“We should thank Nayeon for the suggestion.” Momo shuddered slightly when Jihyo said the name of their relationship counselor, but other than that, she didn’t react. “We’re going to get through this,” Jihyo said after a moment of silence. “Therapy is going well. We have a new house in a new neighborhood, and we have each other.”
The truth was, the house wasn’t new at all. It was old and in need of many repairs, just like their marriage. But the foundation was solid, and they both had the will to set aside their differences and work together to fix it; again just like their marriage. As Jihyo said, therapy was improving things between them, and this little role-playing game had helped them forget the constant fights and the cutting remarks they’d gotten used to hurling at each other during the worst part of their relationship. Now, just like the house, their marriage was blossoming again.
“We should take a bath.” Jihyo stood up, pulling Momo with her. “We need it.”
“We should also go out for lunch somewhere nice.” They hugged each other at the foot of their bed. “Maybe you could wear that dress again…”
“Forget it.” Jihyo planted little kisses on her wife’s lips. “It’s too low-cut; I feel like my boobs are going to pop out at any moment.”
Momo laughed at the image that had formed in her mind, but instead of saying something obscene that would surely have earned her a scolding from Jihyo, she simply grabbed her by the butt and lifted her off the floor. Her wife caught on and helped by taking a little hop, ending up wrapping her legs around her wife’s waist and clinging to her neck with her arms.
“We’re going to be okay,” Momo whispered as she walked toward the bathroom carrying her wife in her arms.
(Male Reader X Janet & Janet's Cousin Joyce & Ariasaki, 7,600 Words) Tags: Yet more harem action, Your Mother is pretty hot too, Hand sex, Straight up jorking it, Impregnations galore, Further fluff and drama
Chapter 1 Here
The dull drumbeat of flesh smacking together reverberates around the dimly lit room, echoing the sublime depravities painted upon its decorated walls. Lady Aria, noble-born scion of a refined and ancient house, gazes up at you with maternal patience, her ample cleavage squished tightly around your morning's rising, more than large enough to cushion against your frantic pounding as you hump her chest. With a sudden gasp, her breasts are awash with your precious seed, spreading down her collarbone to soak into the silken sheets beneath, and an indulgent smile crosses her lips, "As enthusiastic as always, my dear prince," Aria purrs, "It is not difficult to tell which of my Sighs you enjoy the most," she releases her bosom, allowing her massive pillows to spill back down against her chest, revealing the sticky mess you left between them. You shudder as she pulls you forward and commences with cleaning your manhood off using her mouth, an activity which only brings fresh vigor to it. Aria sighs at the sight, "Another round then my lord? We have enough time before we will be required in front of the Palace..." she truly need not have asked, and with a satisfied huff she welcomes you between her thighs once more, "Now remember to watch your pacing..."
Colossal drums pound against your ears as they echo against the walls of the Palace, heralding the arrival of the Divine Emperor, each so large they are practically stationary, and require a team of slaves scores-strong to move. The very air surrounding the assembled nobility seems to quake, and you sense your mother's displeasure in the tightening of her cheek, she always has loathed such militaristic displays. You shift slightly in your place in the stands in front of the Eastern Gate to the Palace, still somewhat sore from your morning's exertions, but still yourself when your mother's eyes flicker in your direction, her displeasure clear to you. It was your first time attending a noblewoman's public punishment, and your mother, Fifth Consort to the Divine Emperor, was expecting you to be as cold and impassive as she was. So you endeavor to do your best to do so, glad Lady Aria had the forethought to insist you wear warm clothes beneath your usual ceremonial robes. Your mother's favorite handmaiden, and your tutor in the noble arts of the bedchamber, sniffs when the drums finally subside, "Finally, how long is she due for?"
Your mother does not answer her, instead idly staring ahead, seemingly at ease amongst the assembled great and good of the Court. Not the entire Court of course, merely those with great enough station to properly appreciate the message the Divine Emperor was trying to convey with this late morning gathering. The morning rays, those not blocked by a cornucopia of awnings and parasols, the glitter of a veritable sea of gold and precious jewels adorning the mustered notables. Several broad tiers provide you all with enough height to gaze upon the Plaza of Punishment, a short expanse of stone that ends with a gate into the Inner City, currently occupied by only one soul. Your mother's entourage, as well as your own meagre following of Lady Janet and her handmaiden, reside on the lowest tier, due to her station as Fifth Consort, allowing you an unparalleled view of the proceedings.
Your mother continues staring at the lonely figure in the middle of the plaza, seated upon a mattress and chained to the pull thrust through it, "Two days," she murmurs, "his Divine Majesty was feeling gracious I suppose,"
Lady Aria makes a thoughtful noise, "So she won't have to beg for much water then, past three days is practically a death sentence. The Sixth Consort's Aunt, what was her name? Lasted a whole week I remember, before dying a month later."
"Tragic," your mother comments drily, "This one only stabbed another concubine though, all this pomp is unnecessary. One day would be sufficient to disgrace her,"
"We cannot have noble ladies fighting like peasants in the streets," Aria agrees, before returning to contemplative silence. You all turn to stare as the Eastern Gate grinds slowly open and the glimmer of light upon lacquered metal fills it as the Palace Guard make their appearance.
Discomfort melts into excitement as the most noble military unit in the Empire marches grandly into the Plaza of Punishment, escorting a massively ornate palanquin born upon the backs of twenty-four strong men. The Jade Regiment lead the way, soon followed by the Azure, the Ruby, the Topaz, and the Onyx, a display of magnificence that sends your heart racing with excitement; for there are few young men that would not be stirred by such a sight. Suitably awed sighs and cheers rise from the crowd of Consorts, nobility, and their entourages, and you struggle to contain your own joyful shout, with the inevitable wrath of your mother the only thing stopping you. So instead you watch in eager silence as the Guard smoothly splits to either side of the processional, allowing the Emperor's conveyance to pass between the armored cordon without slowing. The bearers set down the palanquin with obvious effort, turning it so that their imperial burden might gaze out upon his nobility as well as his criminal with ease.
A hush falls over the crowd, fans snap close and spines straighten as the door slides open and the Divine Emperor, Dragon of the North, steps rigidly out into the open. A complex concoction of emotions fills you at the sight of your most noble father, and you swear that he recognizes you when his eyes sweep through the assembled Court, ensuring that all are aware of his power. An officer jogs forward, bowing sharply at the waist in militaristic fashion before standing at attention, a truly splendid specimen judging by the appreciative noises coming from the ladies of the Court. The Divine Emperor mutters something, and you swear that the officer's face twitches, before he nods brusquely and signals to one of his men, who raises two black flags. Now muttering breaks out once more, and Lady Janet gasps from her place near you, "Two days... Do we have to watch?" Your mother hisses for silence, shooting you a glance that clearly urges you to better control your consort, before returning to glaring expressionlessly at your father.
Your majestic father gives one further glare at the stands, before retiring to his palanquin, apparently satisfied with his brief appearance. The Palace Guard smoothly reform, and soon are trooping stolidly back through the Eastern Gate, leaving behind a single unit of the Onyx, who take up positions surrounding the chained noble lady. Your mother lets out a noncommittal grunt as the majority of the crowd rustles into motion, an amorphous body drifting gradually back into the Palace proper, leaving all but a few scattered groupings of nobility. Walking next to your mother, ensconced within a protective huddle of handmaidens and servants, you make a querulous noise, "Why are we leaving so soon, mother?"
"Would you enjoy watching a lady of gentle breeding being raped by peasants for two days straight? I had not realized your tastes ran in such a direction," your mother responds drily, "There is a reason we usually do not allow the young to witness this, without the proper context the lesson will be a poor one,"
"And what lesson is that?"
"Feigned ignorance is beneath you," your lady mother replies sharply, "you know well what it is,"
"That to cross the Emperor invites a fate worse than death?"
"Correct. Behead a noble and the rest will learn nothing. Torture a noble and rest will resent you. But disgrace them in front of their peers? Leave them a walking, suffering example of your wrath? That the nobility will remember every day."
You walk in silence for many heartbeats, passing stoically beneath the embrasure-studded Eastern Gate, its doors thicker than your arm opening into a long tunnel filled with murder-holes where defenders might dump boiling oil and rocks on any attackers. Once back out into the open air, your education continues, "Then why were most of the Court allowed to leave before even witnessing the punishment dispensed?"
"You need not skin a flayed man to make a point, simply showing the knife is enough to make them suffer," your mother imparts, "now all will remember the last time we were all forced to watch, and be wary,"
"Then who stayed?"
"Her family, and those sadistic or depraved enough to watch," your mother flashes a quick signal, and the handmaiden behind her snaps her fan upon behind your head, while your mother's gilded fan unfolds with similar smoothness in front of your faces. She leans close, her breath against your ear, "And how is your nubile consort, hm?"
You blush at the question, since you know what she expects the answer to be, and you both already know what it will be instead, "Lady Janet is... a pleasure," you murmur back, and your mother scoffs,
"Do not lie to me so pathetically, it has been four weeks since you first bedded her, and while I laud your dedication to learning the lover's arts from Lady Aria, your seed is better spilt elsewhere," she sighs, "Aria is late, and though I would not mind you getting her with child, should Janet not be showing first then the Court will question the very reason I procured her," your mother sniffs, "So do not disgrace her, nor I. Spend your lust in Janet. Get her with child, and perhaps I shall be pleased with you," she whispers, before refolding her fan with a harsh clack, leaving you feeling a familiar mixture of guilt and dread.
"Understood, mother," you manage, and she clucks,
"I would hope so, child," she says wryly.
Organized chaos reigns as the various groups of nobles separate and head towards their conveyances, a menagerie of palanquins, carts, carriages, and gigs. Resolving to show some initiative, you fall back a few steps, allowing various handmaidens and servants to pass you by before coming level with your consort, Lady Janet. Who glances at you furtively, "Oh! Good morning, my lord. I'm sorry, I was lost in thought..."
You tilt your head obligingly, "Good morning to you as well, my lady, what worries you so?"
Janet grimaces, "It's that poor woman out there, I saw another lady suffer the same fate a year or so ago, and it distressed me greatly..." she shudders, "She started... begging... it was awful!"
You nod in sympathy, feeling a bit less curious about the whole process, what sounded erotic in your mind was likely much less so in person; even if many ladies enjoyed... tame reenactments of what went on out in the Plaza. You gently place your hand atop hers, "Would you permit me to join you in your carriage then? Should I serve as a welcome distraction, of course" Janet looks at you inscrutably for a few moments, before bowing slightly,
"I would be honored for you to join me, my prince."
As you step up into Janet's carriage, having ridden down from the Harem in your mother's, you notice a disturbance occurring in one of the various clusters of people around you. Lady Janet pokes her head out as well, squinting for a moment before gasping, "That's the Third Consort's party, I think. What is happening?"
You shrug as you clamber into the decorated interior, sitting next to Janet and facing her handmaiden and servant opposite of you,
"Who knows? Probably someone's carriage broke down again," an explanation which seems to settle Janet, and as the door closes she turns slightly so that she can face you more easily; the carriage clattering into motion soon after. She minutely adjusts her robes, ensuring that the sleek, red fabric flows around her body correctly, and that her breasts are properly pushed up and displayed; a civilized woman invites lust even in distress. Janet lets out a soft sigh,
"It has been some time since you have last visited me, my lord," she says tentatively, "does Lady Aria occupy you so?"
You frown, you had been spending much of your time, amorous or otherwise, with Aria these past few weeks, and no doubt Janet was feeling a touch neglected.
So you bow your head, "I offer my apologies then for my lack of attention, my lady, it must have been difficult for you to be alone for so long," Lady Janet makes a pleased noise,
"Oh! Please, my prince! It is of no worry!" she lets out a wistful breath, "And it is not as if I am not used to it, waiting for a husband while remaining untrained was..."
"Difficult?" you supply,
"Boring," Janet corrects you, "All of my friends were busy showing off their skills and techniques that they had learned, while the only Sighs of Pleasure my mother trained me in was the Mouth and Hand," she brightens a bit, "I was able to master my feet though! All that free time meant I got to pick something more uncommon to practice,"
"I would be honored to experience it," you say, and Janet giggles, her mind far from the Plaza and it's no doubt well-besmirched occupant,
"Oh you will enjoy it! My teachers would always make such amusing noises, Father would always tease me that 'half the household has your footprints on them!'" she snaps her fan up to hide her laughter, her eyes narrow with amusement over the simply ornamented folds, and she glances down, "I see our conversation has been a fruitful one..." And Janet was entirely correct.
"I am in your good hands," you open your own in supplication, allowing Lady Janet easy access to the noticeable bulge in your formal robes,
"Yes, you are," Janet says with a smile, slipping her hand into your robes and producing your manhood, its pink tip peeking out from beneath it's hood. Her other hand languidly unfolds towards the other two occupants, and her handmaiden nudges the servant, who hurriedly opens her top and shoves her hand down it, rummaging around before producing a narrow flask that she unstoppers. The girl careful allows a measure of the contents to spill out in Janet's palm, who nods in satisfaction as she roils it around, "Well done, it is still fairly warm," Janet declares, and the serving girls bows sharply, with the handmaiden looking relieved as well, and then slowly dribbles the oil onto your penis. You shudder at the sudden warmth as it slides down your shaft, before Janet's other hand applies it more thoroughly, which only causes yet more of the same reaction from you. Janet giggles, "My prince is so sensitive! I guess Lady Aria hasn't taught you everything yet..." and shows you what she means.
You writhe in your padded seat while Lady Janet glides her hands up and down your erection, polishing your spear with exquisite skill that leaves you gasping, your manhood on the edge of eruption. Your consort giggles appreciatively, "You honor me with your moans, my prince, I have to be careful to make sure you don't finish too early!" Janet tastefully pauses once more as a fresh gush of watery fluid leaks from your engorged tip, watching with fascination as it drips through her fingers, "Such... capacity. Where do you store it all, my lord?" she teases you, her fingers swirling your morning dew into the sticky mixture she is using to stroke you, lazily dragging her palm along your rigid length while you groan with pleasure, unable to answer her. Your eggs pulsating within your wrinkled sack, you gasp as you bless Janet's hands with yet another crystalline slurry, which only makes her coo once more, "Do you wish for release, my lord? I have yet to even move past my most basic techniques..." Your hips buck, which gives the women in the carriage all the signal they need that this latest outpouring will not be denied. Janet's handmaiden ceases her discrete masturbation and slides onto the floor of the conveyance, ready to ensure your royal seed is not disgracefully wasted upon the floorboards, but Janet waves her back up.
Turning your penis slightly to the side, your consort resumes her strokes, moving faster and gripping more tightly in a manner that has your eyes rolling, trembling from the pleasure emanating from your groin. Lady Janet carefully place her hand in front of your tip, as the first ropes of your seed erupt from your tip, splattering into her waiting palm while she excitedly works your painfully pent up load out of you. Once you stop shuddering, something which seems to last ages as Janet cheerfully continues gratifying you even after your spectacular climax, she daintily brings her upraised hand to her lips and drinks down every drop of your blessed emanations. She swallows, and then sighs blissfully, before giving you a radiant smile, "I hope my prince enjoyed himself?" she asks politely, and you let out a strangled rasp,
"He- he did indeed! I will- be sure- to ask for- your favors more often!" you manage, and Janet bows at the waist,
"You honor me, my lord, I look forward to you gracing my chambers soon..."
The rest of the ride passes in companionable conversation, with the handmaiden adding in her own acidic asides that make the two of you chuckle, and before long Lady Janet is being helped out of her carriage, your mother's party once more ensconced behind the protective walls of the Harem as well as her own estate. You follow, blinking in the wane sunlight, before moving to untangle your tiny entourage from your mother's and hustle them inside into the warmth of the interior; even with the sun out it was still quite chilly. Your mother glances at you as you pass by with Ladies Aria and Janet, her eyebrow rising inquisitively, but says nothing. Nor does she need to, you can tell by the faint quirk of her lip that she is amused. So you greet the various handmaidens of your mother while your party sweeps by, their names spilling from your lips while sliding like ice across a hot pan through your mind.
That was another one of your mother's "helpful" lessons she had imbued you with, you struggle to actually think of peoples' names. She had hammered into you from your earliest memories to not think of people as well, people, but rather their personalities and relationships, their strengths and weaknesses, so as to insulate yourself from the stress of using them. What need have you to worry about sacrificing a pawn when you cannot even comprehend their name? Obviously this conditioning did not work entirely, and once you warmed to someone sufficiently, you could actually perceive their name, most notably your dear Lady Aria. It was frankly surprising to you that you had been able to process Lady Janet's name so quickly, which you hope was a good sign that your mother's work was being gradually rolled back. So while your mouth says "Lady -", your mind notates her as "Fifth daughter of the seventh undersecretary to the Minister of Public Works"; truly a wonderous thing. It goes without saying that you cannot remember thinking of your own mother's name, not even once.
Lady Aria holds her tongue until you reach your chambers, with Lady Janet peeling off several doorways beforehand to her own rooms, situated intimately close to your own so that you need not travel far should you desire her. Aria settles herself onto one of your couches, "So, I hear your mother spoke with you regarding Lady Janet, then?" you join her on the couch, nestling in against the softness of her body, while her arm slips protectively over your chest,
"She did indeed," you sigh contently, "she even mentioned you were... late," Aria grumbles,
"J-! Your mother would have, she knows my cycle is always late! But truly though," her hand picks at your robes, "she is correct that you should put a baby in Janet's belly, hers is a more fertile soil..."
"That does not mean I cannot plant my seed in yours until it takes!" you reply heroically, which only makes Aria giggle wistfully,
"Of course, my prince, you are welcome to try!" Before subsiding into thoughtful silence, "For Janet..." she starts, "I would advise staying within the Outer Sphere, focus on her hood, use your mouth and fingers, your stamina is still far too low to attempt the Inner to bring her to climax,"
"So I should avoid penetrating her then?" you flush slightly,
"Only until Janet is suitably prepared, and of course, rely upon her handmaidens, the ancestors know they have pleasured her often enough!" Aria replies, "She will still be as inexperienced with penetration as you are, so luckily if you do not perform well it will be no slur upon your reputation. Your mother knew what she was doing when she chose her to be your first consort, few will be able to judge either of you in this situation,"
You nod thoughtfully, as always your mother's schemes have hidden depths, "I shall visit Lady Janet at once then," you decide, and Aria laughs,
"Oh give her a day or so to prepare, my lord, you do not want to seem too desperate! And anyways, it will give you some time to practice your brush strokes," Aria pointedly opens her robes around her groin, "let us see if that unruly tongue of yours can be put to good use this time..."
It was only several hours later then that you send a servant to Lady Janet's chambers, your youthful desires getting the better of Lady Aria's sense of propriety; having spent an hour with your face buried in Aria's crotch had not helped with matters either. You are gratified then when the messenger pops back in mere minutes later, bows, and passes Janet's response to one of your mother's handmaidens roosting around the room. The slip of folded paper finds its way to you, passed from perfumed hand to perfumed hand, and you open it to reveal the simple message, I am waiting, eagerly, my prince. Aria chuckles to herself as she reads it, and shoos you away with obvious amusement,
"Ah, youth... go enjoy yourself, my lord, and do try to leave enough of your seed inside of her this time" she teases, and the surrounding ladies cover their giggles with palms and fans. You grumble an acknowledgement, bow in farewell, and accompanied by a few handmaidens and servants, take the short walk down to Janet's chambers.
Who greets you warmly as you step through her doorway, "Welcome, welcome my lord! I did not expect you so soon... but I'm glad you are here!" Lady Janet blurts with a polite bow, her voice betraying her anxiety, "Please, join me in my sitting room, unless you wish to take matters directly to my bed...?" her eyes flick in that direction. Your nerves as played up as your consort's, you still do your best to sooth her,
"I would love for you to entertain me in your sitting room," you manage, "though I am still eager to join you in the bedroom!" you add hastily, and Janet covers a nervous giggle,
"Oh, well, this way then," she gestures, and you follow her through a dispersing crowd of her attendants and servants, your own coterie following behind you. Her sitting room was somewhat sparsely decorated, but no doubt your opinions regarding décor were somewhat warped by growing up in one of the Seven Consort's palaces, so you hold your tongue. Janet settles onto a patch of pillows, and you join her boldly close on the pile next to her, clearly indicating your desire, which seems to thrill her as much as it unnerves her.
You both lounge in uncomfortable silence while Lady Janet's handmaidens delicately serve you both tea, before settling in to watch and chatter, providing a low susurration of gossip that helps fill the void. You spend this time drinking in the sight of your consort, her lithe body once more sheathed beneath her atrial-red robes, emphasizing her modest curves, while her hair was done up within her favorite headpiece, and her makeup more discrete than usual. Naturally such observing does not go unnoticed, and Janet smiles shyly, "Are you enjoy the view, my prince?" and you flush in embarrassment,
"I would ask the same of you, my consort," you reply, "your gaze seems to linger in certain areas..."
Janet covers a laugh, "It's not my fault my lord is pitching a tent in his robes!" she wiggles into a more comfortable position, "And I thought you spent after this morning's activities, would my prince care for some light... entertainment?" The stiffness in your groin only grows, and you nod amicably,
"It would be my honor, my lady, though perhaps not too intense an entertainment...?"
"Oh and why is that?" Janet gives you a sidelong look, while she beckons with one hand towards one of her servants,
"I would hate for my seed to," you cough awkwardly, "go to waste," you finish lamely, but your consort seems satisfied with this,
"So eager..." she teases, but does not disagree with the sentiment.
Lady Janet smiles coquettishly at you while her serving girl quickly but gently cleans her feet with a bowl of warm water, before applying a layer of warm oil to ensure they remain supple. The girl touches her forehead to the floor before slowly backing away, as your consort brings her freshly pampered feet to bear on you. You shudder as she languidly guides them along your thigh, and start in surprise when her toes nimbly wrangle your robes open and allow your erection to spring free of its confines. Janet giggles at the sight, and appreciative sighs emanate from your lounging audience, with many of the noblewomen glancing around to ensure the commoner girls are not watching; everyone knew commoners were unable to resist the sublime temptations of their betters' bodies. You are unable to contain a soft moan as Janet's feet wrap delicately around your manhood, her smooth soles sliding slowly up and down your length, they are nearly as soft as Lady Aria's pillowy cleavage. It is not long before a runnel of clear liquid is dribbling down your shaft, causing Janet to pause, watching your tip twitch rhythmically until subsiding, "Well that was close," she teases you, "I see my favorite Sigh is one you enjoy as well!"
But your seed's fate was not to be spewed upon Lady Janet's dainty toes, not yet at least, and Janet seductively opens her robes to reveal her nubile body, leaning backwards to give you the best view. Her modest breasts are still a delight to behold, as is the smooth slope of her stomach leading down to her bright slit, already glistening in the afternoon light. So naturally that is what you choose to dine upon first, your mind afire with lust, you eagerly push her legs back so that you might feast upon the scrumptious meal she was offering. The surrounding ladies titter and whisper at such youthful boldness, but Janet seems quite pleased with the hurried pace, and nods in encouragement, "Oh! Be gentle, my prince," she sighs as your mouth presses against her pinkish petals, "you are so impatient today!" Which, to be fair, you almost always are, so this was hardly unusual. So instead you do your best to ease her somewhat feigned protests by digging in just as Lady Aria so rigorously attempted to teach you.
The fragrant stench of Lady Janet's moistened lily fills your nose as you drag your tongue along her slit, relishing in tiny shivers it causes, before swirling around her pronounced hood. You hear her gasp as your mouth fastens around her nub, and you slurp upon her delicate flesh until it swells up, sucking until your cheeks ache and you switch back to flicking at with your tongue. You repeat this cycle several times, never able to actually bring Janet to climax, yet delighting her enough that she does not subtly push you away in boredom or discomfort. Eventually though, she tires of the exercise, and discreetly motions her head to indicate that it was time to move onto the main performance, and judging by the noises her flower was making, she was more than ready for it. Janet draws you up atop her with a pleased smile, her flush showing through her thin layer of makeup, "I think things will go much easier this time, my lord," she giggles as she hikes her hips up, curving her back upwards and drawing her legs back until they rest on either side of her head.
Ordinarily you would support Lady Janet's lower half in this mating press position with your arms and your weight, but you lack the muscles to do so properly, which was why you had handmaidens to support you of course. Several glide forward to shove a stiff pillow beneath Janet's rear, while another grasps her legs to hold them in place, while two more hover nearby you in case you collapse atop your consort from exhaustion; these ladies obviously have ample experience in such matters. Soft hands guide your manhood inside of Janet, and you both moan as your length slides into her until your balls press against her taint, "Oh! My prince!" Janet gasps, "You are so deep, I can- I can feel you in my stomach," she shudders, "allow me a moment to-" Janet squeals when you start to move anyways, the contours of her hole squeezing your rod intoxicatingly, and you are unable to stop yourself from using it. Wet squelches form a pleasant counterpoint to Janet's squeals as you take her, your bodies slapping together with every thrust, splattering the surrounding noble ladies with her profusive nectar.
As always, you are amazed at how wet and warm a woman feels, your consort's lily pampering your penis with its softness, it was as if you were inside of a soup dumpling. You pant with effort as you make love to your consort, your manhood already twitching spasmodically as heat burns its way up your shaft; whoever named this position did so correctly, it was made for breeding. You gasp out that you are close, and Lady Janet nods encouragingly, "Yes! All in me!" She urges, "Let it all out in me, my prince! Oh! Fuck!" She curses as you spasm atop her, your member pulsating deep inside of her as your load empties itself into her fertile depths, your seed painting her insides. You lay atop Janet, shuddering from the force of your orgasm, the pair of you simply panting in the afterglow of your sex, enjoying the warmth of one another's bodies, "It's so... sticky, in me," Janet sighs, "it feels like quite a lot as well, if you are always this bountiful then I will be with child by the end of the month!"
"Well," you manage, "I suppose I know what we shall be doing for the next month then!" and the surrounding ladies laugh politely at your wit, some more honestly than the others.
It takes some doing to extricate yourself from Lady Janet, but many hands make for light work, and soon you are sprawled amongst a pile of attentive handmaidens, who shower you with affection while Janet's ladies ensure her rear remains hoisted and her legs pressed together. Janet's favored handmaiden detaches herself from her mistress's side and approaches, bowing deeply as she does, "You honor us all with your visit, my lord," she proclaims formally, "your smooth coupling with our noble lady brings great joy to our household." Janet's handmaiden eyes your slick manhood, "It would be a great privilege to clean you, as a sign of our gratitude..." your mother's handmaidens huff at such temerity (themselves being too busy quietly bickering over who would have the honor of doing so to actually get around to doing it), but you graciously choose to accept her kindly offer, and her moon-shaped face widens further with delight.
You are pleasantly surprised to discover that the handmaiden's skills at fellatio are noticeable, not that you have much experience in having your rod polished, but the lady was doing a rather good job showing off this Sigh. Indeed, she was doing so well that your manhood reverses its shrinkage under her tongue's adept ministrations, which only seems to prolong the traditional cleaning process, her ornate headpiece bobbing up and down your shaft with growing enthusiasm. Which causes yet more territorial fluttering from your roost of noblewomen, "That is quite enough, Lady Joyce!" one of them hisses
"You overreach!" declares another,
"Know your place!"
"...unbecoming of a lady of birth..."
"...and what do you expect from such a middling household..."
"...like some sort of... commoner..."
While Janet's handmaiden was bordering on improper conduct, after all, your own handmaidens would ordinarily be the recipients of any excess lust following a coupling, you are enjoying yourself enough to motion for her to continue, "Why so overly bold, my lady?" You enquire, curious, which unfortunately causes her to pull her head off of your manhood and retreat, bowing hurriedly,
"A thousand apologies, my lord!" she wails, "I was too lost in the delight of pleasing you that I forgot my place, please forgive me!" You frantically wave away her worries,
"Please calm yourself!" you cry, mortified by this sudden awkwardness, "I was only asking out of curiosity, my lady..."
"Forgive me," Janet's handmaiden sniffles, "It has just been so long that I forgot myself..."
"My cousin's husband has been ignoring her," supplies Janet, her waist still upraised to ensure that every last drop of your seed remains inside of her, "which is why if offered for her to join me in the Harem as a handmaiden,"
Janet's handmaiden nods, "It's been unbearable, my lord! We have rarely shared a bed since our joining, he just ruts with that peasant whore of his all night long!" she chokes back a sob, "At least here I can be comforted by other women of my station..." There are some sympathetic clucks from the surrounding ladies, men are obviously expected to use women of lesser station to slake some urges, but to prefer a commoner over a noblewoman was scandalous. You feel your pity for this humiliated lady rising, and are somewhat bemused to find something else rising as well, your penis stiffly saluting her misery. The Lady Joyce seems unable to tear her gaze away from it, "My lord...?" she asks tentatively, hope filling her expression,
"Then I shall comfort you, my lady," you declare grandly, and Joyce nearly breaks out relieved tears while the rest of the ladies in the room make approving noises; with several already with hands sliding beneath their robes.
You are astonished to realize that you are actually able to think of Lady Joyce's name, perhaps you should try sticking your rod in more ladies...
But that was a thought for the future, as Lady Joyce promptly turns onto her hands and knees, pulling her long robes up over her waist to reveal her plump rear, before pulling her soaked undergarments down around her legs. Janet's cousin was clearly ready for penetration, judging by the glistening damp coating her thighs and rear, her slit puffy and swollen with arousal, her body shivering with anticipation, "Oh please," Joyce breathes, "Mount me as vigorously as you would like, my lord, claim me from my wretched husband!" Shuddering with anticipation, you still find enough restraint to glance at your consort, it would be untoward to fornicate with her handmaiden without her permission, but Janet gestures for you to continue with a smile. Joyce gasps when your hand grasps her waist, eagerly pushing back against you when your tip touches her lily, but the angle is poor and your manhood simply grinds along her taint. Controlling herself, the lady reaches a hand back to orient you properly, and this time you are able sheath your sword fully inside of her without issue.
Lady Joyce was like an overripe peach, plush, juicy, and ready for the plucking. Wet slaps reverberate around the room as you slam yourself against her generous ass, every thrust resulting in an appalling squelching as your manhood delves into her overflowing hole. Joyce gasps and squeaks every time you fill her to the hilt, moaning with unreserved pleasure, "Yes! Harder, my lord! Plow me! Ruin me! I am yours!" Which only spurs you on, pounding away at her gushing slit with a mindless lust that would make Lady Aria sigh in disappointment, but your lover is obviously in need of such rough treatment. Soon you are dripping with sweat from your furious exertions, your member sliding easily into her squishy depths, her thick cheeks providing a generous cushion to break yourself against. Joyce spasms, "Right there! Don't stop! Please, my prince! Harder!" she blubbers, as her entire body is wracked with uncontrollable shaking, mewling in pleasure as her insides convulse around your already spoiled penis. Your groans soon join hers as you fill her like a dumpling, which only causes a fresh round of orgasmic shivering from Joyce, "Yes! Fill my belly with child! Give me your seed, my prince! Breed me! Show my worthless fucking husband what a real man is!" she shrieks joyously, her fingers curled into claws as your balls pulsate tirelessly to impregnate this freshly encountered womb.
Once more you stagger back into the embrace of your handmaidens, one of whom is quick to clean your manhood before any other ladies in the room could get any ideas about receiving their own dose of Imperial majesty. Lady Joyce assumes the same position as her mistress, legs tightly held together while upraising her hips, to ensure that your seed quickens inside of her. Her robes are in immodest disarray, revealing more than a little of her luscious body, and she lets out a shuddering breath, "My cycle ended several days ago... my lord, I think you have impregnated me..." an announcement that results in more than a few mutters but also congratulations, mainly towards you, which you find quite encouraging. Janet gives you a wan smile,
"I hope that you will find reason to visit, my prince, Lady Joyce might be speaking... too enthusiastically," which prompts her cousin to huff,
"Excuse me for enjoying my first proper coupling in years!" she glances at you, "I too would be honored by your return, it would be good to... settle the matter of my fertility,"
You manage a slight bow, "It would be a privilege, my ladies. Now if you would excuse me..."
The two noblewomen scramble to their knees and bow fully, both still holding one hand between their legs to hold their entrances shut, as you and your entourage depart; you are far too exhausted to uphold polite conversation. You make your way back to your chambers, where you are pampered ceaselessly by your mother's attendants, with Lady Aria being especially maternal. It all feels like too much for you. Surrounded by clucking women, you make a snap decision and announce you will be taking a bath, alone, an urge which at least some of them seem to understand. Two handmaidens follow you into the baths though, staying several steps back to afford you your needed privacy.
The central baths in your mother's palace are expansive to say the least with several large pools to bathe inside, and ample servants to keep the place clean or massage flesh sore from lovemaking. The room was mostly deserted when you arrive, stripping in the entry chamber before stepping along the rough stone floor into one of the smaller baths. Your accompanying ladies slide into one of the nearby ones, close enough to keep an eye on you while affording you the space you needed to recover from your exertions, no doubt gossiping under their breaths about your visit to your consort. You let out a tired sigh as you try and relax, unsure as to where the sudden need for solitude had come from, your sexual sessions with Lady Aria had never resulted in such a feeling... You ponder this for a long while, the warm water permeating your skin and soaking away your worries along with the sweat from your sex. Your gaze wanders idly, from busying servant girl, to the erotic statuary, to the sultry curves of your handmaidens as they rise from the water to stretch, their breasts glistening in the soft lighting of the lamps... Someone slips into the water next to you, causing you to start, until you recognize just who it is, "Lady Mother," you greet her formally,
"My child," the Fifth Consort drawls in response.
Your mother stretches languidly, before peering at you from the side of her eye, "Her cousin too, hmm?"
Your flushed face reddens further, "Is that an issue?"
"No. And such alacrity as well, it has not even been a day," your mother's lips twitch,
"Will not Lady Joyce's husband take issue with this?" you enquire, feeling some residual guilt for your actions, and your mother lets out the softest of snorts,
"I suppose I may forgive you for your ignorance, there has been a lack of men in your life to learn from, but no, he shall not."
"Why?"
"Because he thought his wife worthless, but now you have proven otherwise. Now his wife is lady whose skillful Sighs were enough to seduce an Imperial scion, and fertile enough to bear his child, no doubt Lady Joyce will be recalled to his side soon enough to add a polite vagueness to her pregnancy," your mother glances at you, "And you wondered why I was so careful as to your initial choice of lovers? It is to be known you desire ladies of quality, not lowborn whores like so many of your peers,"
"Who is her husband anyways?" you ask with a frown,
"He commands one of the Eastern Fleets," your mother replies, and then, "Must you stare at my breasts so lustfully? I had not realized you wish to emulate the Ancient Families, but if Lady Aria is not up to the task, then I suppose I must..." You start in surprise, before realizing you had indeed been staring, which was something of a shock since you had been bathing with your mother for years now without fully processing that she too, was a woman. Her hand drifts over to your crotch, and her lips quirk once more, "My, you are lustful, how endearing," she makes a languid motion with her other hand, and soon one of her handmaidens joins you in the water, "Pleasure him, discreetly," she orders, before returning to the conversation, "As I was saying..." But your attention was now thoroughly taken as the lady expertly dips her head into the warm water to take you in her mouth, skillfully applying this Sigh to your resolutely erect penis in a manner that leaves you gasping.
Your mother slaps you. Not hard, but enough to convey her disappointment and contempt, "Pay attention," she snaps at you, "you will have a woman between your legs at most feasts and celebrations. If you cannot hold a polite conversation while some concubine is pleasuring you then I will have failed as a mother," she pauses as her concubine's head gently breaks the surface for air, before descending once more, with you absently rubbing your cheek and wondering how anyone could be aroused by your mother, "Listen. Your father shall soon be calling for you, and you know how he loves his little tests, so I shall have scrolls and books delivered to your chambers in preparation,"
"Military reading?" you ask with burgeoning excitement, swallowing a groan, and your mother sighs,
"Oh indeed, you men do love to slaughter one another. Study it well, but remember that you are no strategist, you have not been raised in the camps or amongst the military families," she crosses her arms, "Learn what you must, but remember your roots, that is how you shall triumph,"
"Y-yes mother," you shudder, the concubine leaving you teasingly on the precipice, even with her occasionally coming up to breathe,
"Oh, feel free to finish, I would not have my dear lady exert herself overmuch for a thin load," your mother waves her hand dismissively, as said thin load promptly empties itself into the handmaiden's warm mouth.
You watch as the handmaiden surfaces for the final time, bows to your mother and then you, before rising up out of the water and padding over to one of the cooler pools, unable to tear your gaze away from the sway of her hips. Your mother meanwhile watches you, and lets out a soft exhalation of amusement, "I worry half of my household will soon be waddling about with swollen bellies," she muses, "Not that I am complaining of course," and your flush remains strongly upon your cheeks, "Oh do go away, child," your lady mother shoos you, "you can be such a tiring conversationalist at times..." she leans back against the edge of the pool closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth, her supple breasts gently bobbing in the water, and you feel the sickening desire strike you once more. You might feel lust for your own mother, but it was hardly wholesome.
