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It starts with a soldier’s report.
“Your Excellency! Commander Gorou is sick.”
Kokomi looks up from her reports, brows furrowing. “Sick?”
“Yes!” The soldier salutes, “He has a fever.”Her brushes clatter to the tabletop and reports are brushed to the side. The soldier salutes once more as Kokomi passes him on the way to the door.
“He’s in his room, then? I’ll go see how he’s doing.”
The door to Gorou’s room is fastened shut. Kokomi knocks once, then, hearing a moan from inside, knocks harder.
“Gorou? It’s me.”
She hears rustling of cloth and the creaking of bedsprings and finally, the door cracks open.
“Sangonomiya-sama.”
Kokomi can only see the tuft of an ear and a single eye. Blue-green, it reminds her of the salty ocean waves she loves so much. Concern grips her, makes her push on the wood of the door but Gorou stands firm behind it, holding it in place.
“Please let me in.”
“Is that an order?”
“It is because we’re friends.” Kokomi pushes on the door again, leaning in closer. “I’m worried about you.”
The door pulls open a handspan and she sees Gorou’s nose twitch. He seems to struggle with himself, then pulls the door open all the way. He doesn’t step aside when Kokomi enters, and she brushes against him. His bare skin is scorching hot through the gauzy layers of her priestess outfit.
She looks around the room. The bed is rumpled, blankets half-strewn to the floor. Her eyes take a while to adjust- the room is dark, the blinds are down. The sound of a lock clicking shut has her turning around to face Gorou. He leans against the door, hand on the doorknob. His eyes meet hers for only seconds, straying down her body. Kokomi shifts on her feet.
Gorou is still wearing his usual uniform, though divested of his armour. He must have still tried getting dressed to head out before the fever rendered him immobile. Kokomi lifts a hand as if to press it to his forehead but puts it down. Gorou jerks forward to meet her hand but stops himself before he can. Kokomi studies his face, worry stretching to new heights.
“What are your symptoms? Fever? Do you have a sore throat? Phlegm?”
“I know what’s wrong with me,” Gorou cuts in, voice low. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, “I’m in rut.”
Rut. Kokomi’s mind swirls. Her eyes drop to his crotch. His normally loose pants are all at once too tight, tenting around his hardened penis. He’s so erect its massive outline strains against the fabric so much so that Kokomi swears she can pick out individual veins throbbing. She tears her wide eyes away, cheeks painted crimson. “I’m- I’m sorry to intrude.”
Gorou move forward a half step. “No. You can help me, Sangonomiya-sama.”
Caution buzzes through her body, makes her tense, eyes darting to the locked door.
“Gorou?”
He lunges. Gorou’s hands reach for her vision first, ripping it from her bodice and flinging it to the corner of the room. Kokomi tumbles to the ground and Gorou follows, back bowed, eyes wild. Her dress rips down the front, breasts spilling out. Her nipples harden in the cool air of his bedroom as she cries out in shock, dazed from the impact with the floor. Gorou bends his head down and laves over a nub, first suckling, then nipping. She reaches up to push him off her and he snatches her wrists up in one hand and pins them over her head. With the other, he fondles her other breast. His nimble fingers pinch and twist her nipple and Kokomi pants, writhing.
“Gorou stop!”
He fucks up against her instead. Even trapped in the confines of his pants, the heat of his cock is like an open flame on her thigh. He is leaking so much the wet patch soaks into her thin stockings too. Gorou drags his clothed erection across her thigh. Kokomi sobs.
“Please Gorou, stop it! Come back to yourself-”
He just growls and leans up to cover her mouth with his. Kokomi groans as his tongue thrusts against her, lewdly mimicking the frenzied drag of his cock against her thigh. His sharp canines nick her when she pushes against him dazedly. Heat pools low in her belly and she whines. A few more thrusts and Gorou snarls, lifting away from Kokomi. He sits up, lets go of her breast and rips at his pants. Kokomi stares with fascinated horror as his cock springs free. It’s big. Even if he has the presence of mind to prepare her on his fingers, his penis will stretch her beyond recovery.
Kokomi tries to squeeze her legs shut but Gorou forces a knee between them and spreads her out over his thighs like a common slut on display. She feels him flex against her, forcing her open, staring at her clothed holes. She whimpers. For all her strategizing, all her masterful plans, she is helpless in his grasp, pinned down like a butterfly, twitching like a whore, wetness pooling the longer her stares at her. Her slick makes her white panties translucent, and they cling to her like soaked tissue to skin, showing every gape and flutter of her cunt. Kokomi watches drool leak off her finest officer’s lips and drip onto her bare belly.
Gorou ducks down and presses his nose into the soaking crevice of her covered pussy. Kokomi shakes with a shrill gasp as he breathes in, then gives a strangled cry when he presses the flat of his tongue against her core and licks. He suckles, groans, slurps at her through her panties, nose tip stabbing at her clit, and Kokomi swells with tears and desire, legs trembling. She shakes her head as Gorou flattens his lips against her and fucks his tongue into her weeping pussy. Kokomi screams and leaks cum in dripping puddles onto his face.
“Your Excellency has a slutty pussy,” Gorou says against her. He sucks her clit between his lips and Kokomi’s vision flashes white. Gorou sits up, smiling. His canines peek out, his eyes shine with predatory light. While Kokomi shudders on the floor in the throes of orgasm, he releases her wrists and rips her undergarments apart.
“No…” Kokomi moans. She struggles against him feebly, only succeeding in dragging her naked pussy across Gorou’s cockhead and making them both groan. “Nuh- nooo. Gorou please let me go.”
Gorou’s answer is to push her spread legs down by the knees and hike his cock up between her nether lips, slicking himself in her oozing cum. His precum and her fluids mix and seep, the union of his slick cock and her fluttering pussy making wet, sticky sounds. Kokomi draws her hands up over her face, embarrassed by the slutty sounds of cock and cunt.
Gorou circles her vagina and jabs at her opening warningly with his erection. Kokomi gasps, shaking. “I’ll put it in,” Gorou says, smiling wide, “and pump you full of semen till you get pregnant.” He continues to slide his cock against her, threatening to breech her with each pass. “Think of our kids,” he coaxes, “pretty blue eyes like yours and fluffy ears like mine. They’ll run around this island, loved by all. They’ll call you ‘mama’.”
Bent over, he noses at her belly, tongue dipping into her belly button. His tail wags.
“Yes, I’ll put it in and fuck you properly later.”
With a shlick, Gorou pulls his cock away from her cunt and kneels up instead. He plants a knee either side of her chest, cock bobbing mere centimetres from her face. Kokomi gasps as the smell hits her like a punch. Heady, with musk. She turns away and his penis brushes a shiny line of cum and arousal across her face. Gorou sits couched on his haunches, smiling down at her.
“Look properly at my cock Sangonomiya-sama. It’s what’s going inside of you after all.”
With one claw-tipped hand, he pinches her face by the jaw, Kokomi’s soft cheeks bruising. He turns her into his erection. With the other, he grasps his shaft and slides his hand along it, arching and groaning as he tugs and twists, pleasuring himself. Precum slides down his dick and lands on Kokomi’s lips.
Drip
Drip
Drip
She whimpers, lips pressed tight together. Gorou laughs and jerks at his dick. The tip bobs and slaps Kokomi with each downward stroke. Fluids smear over her cheek, turning it shiny and wet. Gorou leans forward and licks up a globule.
“Open your mouth, Your Excellency.”
Kokomi shakes her head, tears welling. She won’t let him stick his cock in her mouth.
“Okay,” Gorou breathes, stroking his thumb over her cheek. He looks down at her almost gently. “That’s alright.”
He viciously pinches her nose shut.
“Like Sangonomiya-sama says, if diplomacy won’t work out, one has to be prepared for more forceful methods,” he continues. His dick jabs at her lips when he strokes it again.
He murmurs softly to her, pressing feather-light chaste kisses to her face as he pinches her nostrils shut, telling her to just give in, to just open her mouth, to “Take my dick in your pretty whore mouth.”
Suffocating, thrashing, Kokomi parts her lips to snatch a breath of air.
“Good girl,” Gorou coos, and then her mouth is stuffed to the brim. He releases her nose and pins her hands by her head when they flash up to push him off. Kneeling over his divine priestess, Gorou forces the curve of his cock down her throat. Kokomi gags her protests.
Once, twice, Gorou lifts up till just the tip of his penis remains between her plush lips, then sinks back down till his balls touch her chin. Three times he fucks into her slow, then pressing down on her captured hands, he shunts his hips rapidly, fucking her unwilling throat.
“Mmmghg- mm!!”
Kokomi’s splutters and Gorou moans at the way she vibrates around his dick.
“You’re the most beautiful,” he tells her adoringly, “with my cock dripping down into your tummy.” He rabbits in, slapping her face with his testicles, choking her on his length.
‘What am I doing’ thinks Kokomi in a daze. ‘Suckling on his dick like a whored-out bitch.’ And she bites down.
With a howl of rage, Gorou pulls his cock from her mouth and strikes her across the face with his palm. Kokomi screams in pain, vision flickering.
“Bad girl,” he growls, “using teeth.”
He manhandles her unresponsive body till she’s slumped over his lap, ripping and tearing at her blue priestess outfit to render her naked and bared ass up. He strokes her with his fingers, from clit to asshole, claws dipping into her slick.
“I am going to punish you, Your Excellency,” he says. “That too is what you taught us- discipline must be observed and rules have to be enforced.” He tugs on her clit teasingly. “I want you to count. If you don’t, we start all over again. From one to ten now.”
His hand caresses the curve of her ass, then lifts up and strikes her with such force the sound out it rings out and echoes round the room along with Kokomi’s cry of pain.
“Ahhhh!”
“Wrong,” chastises Gorou, and he lifts his hand again.
Kokomi jerks forward in his tight grasp when his hand cracks down again on her ass.
“Stop this,” she sobs.
“Incorrect.”
Slap
“Mmmh-“
Slap
“I beg of you!”
Slap
“O-one,” Kokomi sounds out, shaking. A claw-tipped hand dips into her folds in reward.
“Two,” she continues when Gorou slaps her on the ass again.
Slap
“T-three.”
He smooths his hand over her red bum.
Slap
“Four!”
He jostles her, repositions.
Slap
“F-five.”
His hand rises and falls heavily in quick succession.
“Six! Seven! E- e- eight!”
Kokomi whimpers at the sting of contact as he soothes her with a hand, finger dipping into her cunt and twisting.
Slap
“Nine! No! Oh!”
He thrusts a second, a third finger up her pussy and scissors them. Just as she relaxes, hips stuttering, he rips them out and slaps her square in the pussy.
“Ten!” Kokomi shrieks and shakes apart. She squirts cum into his hand, jerking her hips instinctively in orgasm, whimpering as he twists fingers in and out of her. She droops over his lap, drool leaking and puddling on the floor, slick seeping out and coating his lap. Gorou pats her cunt gently.
“There, you have redeemed yourself.”
He doesn’t let her catch her breath, only sitting her up on folded knees and grinding her pussy lips to his cock.
“Please,” Kokomi begs weakly, hips twitching to the jab of his penis, “don’t put it in- let’s do it another way.”
Gorou slicks himself up against her, cock twitching and as erect as ever. It’s flushed red and pulses to his heartbeat. Kokomi can feel it flex against her core as it dips ever closer to her entrance, veiny surface catching on her clit. He hasn’t cum once. Gorou hugs her close, tongue rasping against the shell of her ear.
“Negotiating, Your Excellency?” He noses down her neck, nipping till he reaches her heaving breasts, and lovingly sucks a nipple into his mouth. “It is yet another skill I have learned from you. Alright, what do you propose?”
Kokomi shakes in his hold, weak from orgasm. “I will satisfy you in other ways, and you will let me go.”
Gorou releases her nipple and mouths at her throat. “Silly girl, you don’t want me to put it in? I’ll make you feel good.”
Kokomi shakes her head furiously.
Gorou smiles into her collarbone. Smacks his dick against her cunt. “If you satisfy me, then I won’t put it in.” He thrusts against her a few more times, groaning. “Now, how will you make me cum?”
Kokomi casts her eyes down, face flushing pink anew. “I will use my mouth.”
“No teeth this time.”
Her swollen ass throbs from his swats. “No,” she agrees softly.
Picking her up, Gorou heads to his bed. He places her at the foot, on the floor, and seats himself above her, gazing down with feverish eyes. His hands cup her cheeks tenderly but his shaft slaps and drags wet trails across her face.
“Kiss it.”
Kokomi shudders. She presses her lips to the cocktip.
“Lick.”
She stretches a small pink tongue out. ‘Just pretend it is ice cream,’ she tells herself, and ducks to press it along the length of the cock. She tastes each vein, collects precum and her own slick with each drag of her tongue. Gorou’s chest heaves, his ears flick.
“Now take it all.”
Trembling, Kokomi sinks down on his dick, lips stretching wide.
“Beautiful.” Gorou sighs, and with a hand braced on the back of her head, he yanks her forward, hilting balls deep.
Kokomi gurgles, gags, sputters as he guides her mercilessly, slave to his hand, vessel for his cock. When he tells her to suck, she hollows her cheek and suckles, suction getting stronger with each thrust.
“Pweeh.” She mouths around his dick. ‘Please, not so deep.’ But her cunt clenches desperately around nothing and she moans in staccato. Gorou throws his head back at the vibrations.
“I’ll cum,” he snarls, “cum my seed down into your slutty belly!”
Both hands now tangled in her hair, Gorou pistons his hips, slicking his penis against her tongue, jabbing into her cheek, down her throat, impossibly fast and then shoots liquid heat down her throat. Kokomi’s cries become gurgles. He shoots so much of his load into her mouth it leaks past the seal of her swollen lips wrapped round his dick and drips down her chin, staining her breasts and belly.
‘It is over.’ Kokomi thinks, ‘I am free.’ But her jubilation turns to dread as he slides his cock from her mouth, and before the cockhead ever leaves her lip, she tastes that he is still rock hard, veins bulging and bulbous tip puffy.
“How,” Kokomi croaks, slumped at his feet.
Gorou smiles, stroking his shaft in long strokes, eyes anticipatory.
“Where do you want me to fuck next?”
He tucks his dick up behind her knee, folding her leg back: “Here?”
He pulls free, hand still wrapped round her ankle, slicks up her foot with his cum. She can feel him prodding her toes, pulsing like he wants to shoot cum between them.
“Here? Or maybe here?”
He tosses her onto the mattress and folds her thighs together, gazing down at her face and pushing his fat red cock between her legs.
“Your skin is so silky, so smooth,” he praises, “you are a doll sculpted for fucking.”
The drag of his member is slow and sensuous. He is tasting her like a connoisseur, searing her face into his mind- her little red mouth open in an “o” to gasp out pleas, the little upturned nose wet with tears, the soft cheeks crusted over with cum, and her eyes with its sea-blue irises blown wide with fear and arousal. Gorou fucks her slowly, enjoying her thighs with his dick, bumping ever closer to her cunt. Kokomi’s eyes stare fixedly, hypnotised by the round red tip of his cock pushing back and forth so close to her sex in a vulgar imitation of intercourse.
This time when he cums, semen shoots out and paints her belly white, spraying across her chest with droplets landing on her face. Kokomi pants, hips jerking involuntarily, missing the drag of his cock so close to her twitching pussy. Her mind is going numb.
“Why,” she stares between her legs, whimpering, “how are you still hard?”
“Your Excellency is a tactician,” Gorou replies, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” He reaches down and sticks a finger between her puffy pussy lips.
“Shall I fuck you in here now?”
“No, no!”
Kokomi shudders, involuntarily grinding against his finger. “I’ll- I’ll use my breasts!”
“And how would you know how to do that? Sangonomiya-sama truly is a filthy slut.” Gorou adds a second finger, caressing her dripping cockhole. He glances across her chest, her cherry red nipples and heaving bosom. He pulls away from her and leans back on his hands, erect dick standing tall. “Alright, try it.”
It takes her several tries to roll to her hands and knees. On all fours, Kokomi shakily crawls over and bends over his twitching shaft. With both hands, she presses her breasts together over his cock, wrapping it in soft flesh- rather, she tries to.
“You’re too big,” she sobs, straining to clasp her breasts to the side of his cock.
Gorou reaches out, flicks a nipple. “You’re just too small, Your Excellency.”
Kokomi whimpers in reply. It is true that she is not the most well-endowed, but Gorou’s penis is so girthy, so thick. She humps her chest against it, crying out in frustration as her breasts slips from her hold and she has to reposition.
“My poor dumb slut,” Gorou says affectionately. “Just lets me fuck your pussyhole,” he coaxes.
Kokomi shakes her head furiously and slicks her breasts against his dick. “It’s not working,” she cries. Her breasts don’t even reach halfway around him.
Gorou’s tail thumps against the bed and he presses a hand under Kokomi’s chin to lift her up to face him. He licks away her tears.
“I will teach you how to use your cunt without putting it in.”
He has her sit facing him, between his open legs, pussy flush against his dick, pushing and slicking up and down. Each pulse pushes his glans closer to her hole. Leant back on her elbows, Kokomi trembles in fear that it will slip and go in.
“it’s like you’re kissing me here,” Gorou breathes. He thrusts hard against her. “I can already feel your slutty hole trying to suck me in.” He grips his heavy shaft tight and gives a firm stroke, coaxing more precum onto her cunt. Smiling, he presses his cockhead up against her opening, threatening to breach. Kokomi cries out in fear, but the fuck of his hips slides his cock up to drag against her swollen clit instead.
Kokomi whines and ruts against him. Up, down. Up, down. As they move in unison they make filthy, wet sounds. This close to being speared on a cock, her cunt flutters and leaks. She pants. No, no. Her mind is going blank. Gorou groans and humps her faster, and faster. He leans forward, abs flexing, and shoves her down, legs lifted and ankles pinned by her ears, and rocks against her so hard it feels as though her folds would go up in flames. She pushes her fingers through his hair, grabbing onto his head in a helpless attempt to find balance in this frightening new position.
“Uh- uh- uh- uh -uh!”
“Cumming,” Gorou pants. “Cumming all over you, marking you, painting you with my semen to show everyone whose cock you belong to before I fill you up with more.”
“Noooooo- oh~”
Kokomi shakes, releasing more slick and pulling at his hair. The rhythm of his thrusts begins to stutter. Rising back upright, shaking her hands away, he slams his cock wildly between her folds, dipping almost into her cunt, then with a feral growl, cums. Yanking her legs wide open, he sprays thick ropes of cum up her belly and chest, paints her face- over her cheeks, eyelids, onto her splayed hair and gaping mouth. Flecks of white plop on Kokomi’s hanging tongue and she instinctively closes her mouth and swallows. Gorou laughs. He pulls back and decorates her pussy with the rest of his load, shaking his cock to make sure she gets every drop.
Splayed out, helpless, covered in cum, Kokomi pants. She glances down between her legs and sobs in frustration. He is still hard. Dick pulsing, cockhead red and throbbing, veins standing out starkly- he is as hard as he was when he first met her at the door. He won’t go down.
Gorou smiles, studying her face. He reads her expression. “I won’t be satisfied until you let me knot you,” he explains.
Dogs knot, Kokomi recalls distantly. Dogs knot to keep themselves in their bitch to ensure their seed takes. She shakes in his grasp.
She tries one last time.
“Duh- duhnt put it in. I’m begging, please don’t put it in. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
Gorou smashes his lips to hers, ravages her, sucks on her lips and tongue. “Stupid bitch,” he says. “Your Excellency, shall I show you just how little I care if people know I fuck you?”
His swollen cockhead catches on her hole.
“No! No!”
He strains against her. Kokomi throws her head back, shrieking.
“Take it out! Take it out!”
Gorou shoves at her, clamps a hand over her throat. With a wet pop, he forces the bulbous head of his cock into her, and fucks in so hard the slap of their thighs ring around the room. Kokomi near passes out, mouth agape, throat clenched round an aborted scream, tears blinding her. Giving her no time to adjust, Gorou immediately rabbits into her, pistoning his cock in and out her aching pussy, balls slapping her when they connect, fucking her down into the bed.
“Can you feel it?” He gasps, “my cock in your belly?”
He draws her legs up over his shoulders, folds her in half, and shoves his dick further in.
“Look how it bulges in you.”
He strokes her belly wondrously. He pats the spot his shaft stabs into.
“I can feel myself inside you.”
Kokomi pants tearfully, struggling to adjust.
“Let me go right now.”
“No.”
Flipping her around, scooping her up with her legs thrown over his arms, Gorou marches over to the window. Each step bumps his cock further up into her cunt. He flings the curtains aside and Kokomi flinches back from the sudden explosion of sunlight.
“I don’t care who sees us,” Gorou lifts her bodily up and down his member as she begs, “Let them all see how much of a slut their divine priestess truly is.” He drops her down, fucks up into her, so deep his balls slap her puffy ass with each fuck of his hips.
“I’m not a slut,” Kokomi sobs. “You are forcing me.” Her cunt clenches around him traitorously.
Gorou lets her feet down. Kokomi’s knees buckle and she falls. He pushes her forward and she cries as the cold shock of the window glass pulls her nipples to a point. Pinned flush against a window, exposed for all to see, Kokomi takes his cock.
“Ah~” She gasps, unused to feeling. He’s filling her to the brim, stuffing her too full of cock, she can’t think. Each pump of his hips thrusts her against the glass. Their mingling fluids splash against the window with each slap of his dick within her. Each time, her nipples graze the glass and the cold sends shocks up her breasts into her cunt.
“It’s too cold~” She whines.
Gorou’s hands move from her hip to her breasts and grope. His penis doesn’t let up, pummelling her with cruel fervour. “Really?” He sounds amused. Gorou releases her, reaching to his laundry basket, changing the angle at which his dick drives into her. Kokomi gives shrill little gasps, hips shaking. He pulls her away and to her horror, shows her the clothes pegs in his palm. He rolls each nipple between his finger and thumb, massaging her tits to little peaks, and shoves on clips, one on each nub.
“There,” he says, dick shoving her rhythmically into the window. “Now your poor little tits won’t feel the cold.”
Her teats burn. Kokomi keens and arches against the glass. The clothes pegs clatters against it, clamped tight on her abused nipples. The sensation is too much and she slides down the slippery surface, leaving a trail of drool. Gorou picks her up, legs tossed over his arm at the knees, and spreads her wide for all to see.
“I love you Sangonomiya-sama! I love you.” He presses fresh kisses into her neck, teeth working at the soft flesh.
“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he continues, slinging her onto one arm so that the other can reach to his bedstand and pick up a box. “Look, I even bought you your favourite.”
Strung onto clear string, a necklace of pink sango pearls winks up at her from the open box. ‘For me… my favourite,’ Kokomi thinks dazedly. Gorou picks the necklace up, dangles it in front of her to admire. “Now, at last, I can gift them to you.” He reaches down, not to her neck but to her vagina, and presses the first of the pearls against her clit. He slides it down. Slowly, slowly, his fingers and dick push the string of pearls up her swollen cunt.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Eighteen pearls swirl in her pussy, stirred around by his dick. Kokomi can feel them twirl inside her, rubbing up against her walls, chased by the ridges of his cock, bumping around her insides. She bows in a quiet scream, spraying arousal across the windowpane. Hiking her up, Gorou pushes open a window. The fresh air tickles her shamefully naked body and the sounds of slapping flesh carry in the breeze.
“What are you doing,” Kokomi whispers between pants. She slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling a moan.
Gorou pulls his cock out of her, circles her clit with his cockhead, then drops her cunt back down around his girth: “I’m telling the world just who your pussy belongs to.”
Kokomi muffles her complaints into her palms, terror that someone will really hear the sounds and walk by making her sweat. Gorou sucks at her neck between his teeth and she tries in vain to stifle her moan. His yard is empty- just grass. Gorou uses the space to practice shots with his bow. There is nowhere she can hide, nothing she can cower behind. Anyone hearing the sounds of cock slapping into cunt will come to investigate and she’ll really be seen. The thought of her soldiers’ faces contorted with disgust, of citizens looking over her body in shock and revulsion, it wets her cunt. Kokomi weeps silently into her palm.
“I’ll make you squirt,” says Gorou, bouncing her away on his dick. “Make you piss out the window and stain the glass so anyone who comes by can see how much of a whore you are.” He lifts her up, hangs her half out the window, pulling her back in only when he buries himself balls deep in her pussy. Kokomi shakes her head and pulls frantically at his dick, squealing when his cockhead gets stuck against her contracting rim.
Gorou spins away from the window and marches over to the mirror. “I’ll show you,” he tells her, “That you can’t deny me.” He lifts her up off his dick, cunny dripping her arousal all over him. She is so wet, like an open tap. He bites at her until she lifts her eyes up to look. Her reflection shocks her to the core. Staring back at her in the mirror is a girl flushed with desire. Her face is shiny with tears and drool drips out her open mouth. Her empty pussy gapes and twitches for the cock it hovers above. Her slick and cum puddles on the floor and Kokomi can’t deny what she sees. Gorou drops her onto his penis. Kokomi shrieks.
“Look how you clamp around my cock,” Gorou grunts, “trying to suck me back in.”
“You love it,” he tells her, fucking in so deep he bulges the flat plane of her tummy, “you love me violating your pussy.”
Kokomi sobs, hands flying to his arms for support. “Nuh- uh- uh- uh!”
Helpless, held open in the air and speared on cock, she begs him to stop. “I’m not a slut, I’m not a slut, I’m a priestess- oh!”
“Listen to the slutty sounds you make.” Gorou fucks up into her harder. “Slut.”
“No, no no!” Reaching down again, Kokomi tries in vain to yank his cock from her slit.
He pulls out and throws her on the bed.
“Fine. Lie there, and if you don’t beg for my cock to be back in your pussy in the next 10 minutes, I will let you go.”
Shaken, Kokomi lifts herself up on her elbows and watches him. Gorou stalks forward, predatory. He forces kisses into her open mouth. With his hand, he palms at her clit. Clawed fingers tease her apart and stroke at her fluttering opening. Gorou slaps at her cunt and pulls at her clit. Kokomi keens, arching. Pent up, trembling, she oozes arousal in a puddle where she lays. With each vulgar stroke of his tongue against hers, with each pass of his fingers against her opening, her mind sinks deeper into depravity. Her legs shake with want and her cunt pulses but Kokomi cannot cum.
“Give in,” Gorou whispers. Her mind swirls.
‘He’s already put it inside,’ a voice inside her says, ‘let him make you cum.’
“How about juh- just your fingers?” Kokomi bargains.
“My cock, or nothing.”
Gorou twists her clit then releases her. Kokomi pants at the abrupt lack of stimulation, core throbbing with dissatisfaction. She curls up weakly.
‘He already put it inside. What’s once more?’
Kokomi reaches to shove her own fingers up her cunt but Gorou clamps his hands over hers.
Weeping, hips jerking in the air in frustration, Kokomi breaks.
“I want it! I want it! I want cock! Cock! Gorou’s cock!”
A maniac grin breaks over his face. Gorou faces her to the mirror, flips her to all fours. Face wrenched up to the mirror, he thrusts his penis into her from behind.
“Ohhhh OH!”
Kokomi shakes apart, speared on cock.
“Gonna fuck you full. Knot you and fill you with semen.” He thrusts into her with each word and Kokomi feels the swelling bump knocking against her entrance. Frightened, she twists around to argue but Gorou fucks into her and hits her insides so good she drops onto her elbows, cunt twitching.
“No!” she gasps around her tongue hanging out her mouth. “No knot, I’m scared!”
Gorou’s answer is to speed up his thrusts, balls slapping her each time he hilts, fingers bruising against her hip. Her belly tightens. His cock stabs at her.
“Nuh-uh-uh. No-uh-uh!” Kokomi collapses to the bed drooling. “I’m gonna break! My brain is going weird~~”
Gorou changes angles and stabs a place deep inside her that makes her scream.
“I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum,” Gorou tells her, “My pretty little cocksleeve.”
“Yes! Yes! I’m a pretty cocksleeve! Pretty cocksleeve is cumming!”
Kokomi squeezes tight around his dick, seizing, tongue rolling out and eyes rolling back. Caught in her fluttering walls, Gorou shoves his knot forcefully into her and spills hot white cum into her virginal cavern.
“You’re milking me,” he groans, “milking my seed. Are you that eager to get pregnant?”
But Kokomi does not answer. She is passed out.
Kokomi wakes to the gentle rock of cockhead against her cervix. Surprised, her vision whites out as she cums on dick, cunt pulsating. A raspy voice groans into her ear. Gorou.
She turns to face him and is caught in a chaste kiss.
“I’m sorry Sangonomiya-sama,” Gorou says. Tears glisten in the corner of his eyes. The drag of his cock against the inner ridges of her cunt is slow and long. “I’m so sorry Sangonomiya-sama.”
“G-gorou…”
“I cannot help it in my rut. My knot swells up so hard and my cock aches so painfully. I needed to take you. I love you. I love you, I love you.” He kisses her cum-crusted cheek.
Weary, Kokomi leans against him, pussy gripping his cock. There is nothing plugging him in her, she realises. The knot is gone. There is nothing tying him to her. Strangely, tears well up in her eyes. Gorou rolls them over and reaches for something by his pillow.
A piece of paper, Kokomi realises hazily. She rocks into his gentle fucking. “What is that?”
“I told you, I love you. I’ll never let you go, so I made sure you can’t. We’re married now. While you slept, I held your hand and stamped your thumbprint to this certificate. You’re mine. My bride.”
“Gorou’s bride?”
When did he learn to forge her signature, Kokomi wonders. But more present is the insistent press of his penis deep inside her. Her mind conjures up images of a massive white wedding, of pups with his ears and her eyes, of this long and sensual drag of his cock in her holes, keeping her full, keeping him by her side.
“I’m Gorou’s bride.”
Kokomi smiles.