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"Kozakura-san! We can't…"
"Hush," Kozakura shut her up with a finger on her lips, straddling Sorawo in the process, "you owe me this, just do as I say."
"But… mmmph!" Kozakura pressed her lips upon Sorawo's, silencing her once again. She licked the tightly sealed lips while locking her gaze to the panicking heterochromia eyes, searching and finding the lust building behind them. Kozakura smiled. One hand moved over to the girl's chest and squeezed, the other fisted her hair and barred them into a deep kiss, drawing a deep, long moan from the younger girl.
Sharp gasp escaped Sorawo's mouth as Kozakura pinched her sensitive nub, followed by a swift tongue breaching her lips. She whimpered at the scandalous pleasure. Her body grew hotter and hotter as breathing became difficult. Black spots dotted in her vision. clumsy hands clawed at Kozakura's shirt, heat pooling in her lower stomach, Sorawo realized she could do nothing but kiss back in return.
From that moment, her resolve broke, melted into the dominating, demanding, yet loving kiss.
Kozakura pulled away. Satisfied with the complete display of submission. She shoved the now docile girl's head into the cushion of her sofa and growled.
"Strip."
Dazed, breathless, and unbelievably turned on, Sorawo closed her eyes and obeyed.
—
She had lost count on how many times she came.
Bound to the sofa, her legs spread, hands tied behind her back, her chest protruding as if begging to be toyed. She was dripping everywhere, tears streaming from her eyes, drool dripping down her chest, pussy gushing against the hand that now owns her entire being. Sorawo groaned as her mistress drew a lazy circle on her sensitive clit.
“You have 10 minutes before Toriko comes home.” Kozakura purred, dipping her fingers into a sopping wet hole. Sorawo’s hips jerked in response. “You must cum four more times before she returns, else you will please both of us this evening, at the same time. Do you understand? Sorawo-chan?”
Hearing her name, Sorawo let out a pathetic whine and sobbed, shaking her head, but didn’t dare to say no. There’s no way she could cum 4 times in 10 minutes. Kozakura was setting up her failure. She felt her insides flutter with excitement. A cruel, unfair, yet delicious game amongst the depraved trio.
“You have permission to speak. Answer me, pet.” Kozakura thrusted her fingers all the way to the knuckles, tips banging the familiar g- spot she spent so much time fucking for the past few months. Sorawo spasmed and choked on her saliva. Words momentarily left her tongue.
“Well?”
The sub’s erotic panting was all that answered her.
After a moment's delay, Kozakura fucked her harder this time.
“AH! Mistr-Ugh…! I can’t..p-please…!”
A climax torn out of Sorawo’s overused body as her mistress continued to ravage her. Each time meeting her favorite spot. Sorawo’s eyes rolled back, she could feel another wave building up in her loin. “I won’t ask again. Answer me, pet.”
“Arrgh! Hnng…! Y-Yes, mistress…!”
“Good girl. Now cum again.”
And Sorawo screamed. Arms and legs went taut in their bonds, thrashing violently as she fell apart. One orgasm exploded into another, spraying her juice everywhere, ruining the sofa beneath her slick coated thighs. Sorawo wailed and howled until she lost her voice.
Good thing Kozakura’s house is soundproof.
She didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow however.
“One more, you have 2 minutes.”
“I can’t! Please, no more…!”
“You know your safewords. You can use them.”
“NO! I don’t…aaAHH!!”
“Then cum for me one more time.”
Sorawo refused. There’s no way she’d let Kozakura win their wicked game, and using her safeword is considered a white flag. Braving through the sensitivity, Sorawo humped her hips into Kozakura’s hand as hard as she could. Juices splattered onto her mistress' shirt with each lewd jerk of heated affection. The sub had to soldier forward. Sorawo picked up her pace-Victory will be hers eventually.
She sobbed at the mind-crippling pleasure as she finally neared her peak. Just a little more and-
The front door swung open at this very second.
“I’m home- oh wow. You guys started without me?”
They both froze at the third voice in the living room. Mostly Sorawo. Poor fish was determined to win the game. Kozakura stood up and untied her, ignoring the cute pouting fish on purpose.
“We were playing a little game. Looks like your fish lose.”
“Hehe. She never wins anyway.”
“True, true.”
Embarrassed and suddenly aware of being the only one naked in the room, Sorawo looked away from the completely clothed Toriko. She let out a surprised moan when Toriko picked her up and made her sit on the blonde’s lap. Kozakura hugged her from behind.
Brushing the sweaty bangs from the sub’s eyes, Toriko kissed her forehead tenderly. “Ready for round two?”
Sorawo nodded and nuzzled into Toriko’s neck as a new round of fucking began.