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Momo pouted as she observed her boyfriend.
Okarun was engrossed in his occult magazine, as he often was. Normally, she was okay with this. It was fine to let him indulge in his special interest; at times she even found it cute how deep he would get into it, knowing he would be giving her a lengthy infodump on whatever subject caught his fancy. She loved those dissertations, the passion he would pour into them, the way he broke down the concepts into digestible chunks for her. It was just one of the many things she loved about him.
Today was a different story.
They had planned a simple day in, something they loved to do on the weekend. They didn’t need to do anything in particular to enjoy their time together; simply being with in the same room was enough. This time, however, Momo had felt adventurous. She wanted to tempt him. With her body. She would drive him wild with desire and reap the reward of his ravenous hunger for her.
And so she had put on a special outfit. Her makeup was more dolled up than she normally did it, with an inviting red hue staining her lips. She wore an even shorter skirt than usual; it hugged her ass like a boa constrictor, leaving nothing to the imagination about what lay beneath. Her top was exceedingly low cut, revealing the generous cleavage of her ample bosom. She exuded unmitigated sex appeal, made sure she did, all for him.
At least, she thought she did.
When he arrived in her room, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a soft, wet kiss, pressing her body up against his for maximum contact. He returned it in kind, and it was then she believed her plan had already worked. But when they parted, his face was pleasant. Just pleasant. Not ultra-desirous or burning with want. Not like she’d hoped.
She tried not to let this deter her. She put on her most sultry look and asked in a husky voice if there was anything special he wanted to do today. The frustrating boy put on a frustratingly innocent smile and told her he’d just received the newest issue of his favorite magazine and he was really excited to dig into it.
Stunned at his lack of reception, she simply told him, “Oh… good…” and let him settle in with the book. She didn’t give up, however. Multiple times, she announced with a faux innocent voice that she had dropped something and bent over, giving him a clear look at her rear, even a glimpse of her panties. She tried handing him a glass of water, dipping low so he could get a full shot of the glorious valley of soft, jiggly flesh revealed by her shirt, just barely concealing her nipples at that angle.
But the damned idiot just thanked her and went back to reading.
It frustrated Momo to say the least. “Hmph!” she huffed, puffing out her cheeks. A long moment passed as once more he didn’t notice her. “I said, hmph!” she declared more loudly.
This, finally, caused him to look up. “Ayase-san? Is everything all right?” he asked with genuine concern.
“Oh, yeah, totally,” said Momo, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Everything’s fine.”
“Um, are you sure?” he asked cautiously. “You seem a bit upset.”
“Why would that be?” she asked with exaggerated emphasis. “It’s not like my boyfriend cares more about his stupid book than he does about me!”
His face showed surprise. “What? What are you talking about?”
She thrust out an accusatory finger. “I put on this outfit just for you and you haven’t noticed me at all today!”
“I-I have!” he insisted. “I just didn’t know if it was something special!”
“You think I dress like a stripper just for hanging out in my own room? Seriously? Nothing about that seemed weird?”
“I don’t know! You’re always very stylish! I don’t understand women’s fashion! I don’t even understand men’s fashion!”
“Do you have to understand fashion to understand how sexy I look?”
“W-well, I did think you looked very nice!”
“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t you tried anything?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, you know, making a move on me! Touching me, dammit!”
He contemplated this. “I’m sorry, I… didn’t know you wanted that.”
“You would if you were paying attention!” she returned, her temper flaring. “If you cared about me!”
“I do care!” he protested. “I just, I sometimes worry that I’m getting the wrong impression and I don’t want to act on that and make a mistake!”
“A likely story,” she replied, closing her eyes and folding her arms.
“Ayase-san, please, I swear it’s not what you think! I really do want to do… things with you!”
One of her eyes opened. “Prove it,” she said simply.
“What?”
“Prove you want me. I bet you won’t. I bet you can’t.”
He looked confused. “How am I supposed to do that?”
“Figure it out!”
For a moment, he looked sad. Then his brow furrowed and his fist clenched. “I’ll prove it,” he said in a hushed tone. “I’ll show you.”
“We’ll see,” said Momo skeptically.
Okarun got to his feet and marched over to her. “Okay. Here I go.” Lips puckered, he leaned towards her. But Momo turned her neck, exposing only her cheek. Okarun stopped for a moment before maneuvering his face to chase her lips. But she tilted her head up, distraction clear in her expression, leaving him facing her jaw. “A-Ayase-san…” he muttered.
“What?” she asked with an overly casual tone.
“I… I’m trying to kiss you.”
“Oh, were you?” She looked indifferent, aloof even. “I guess I just hadn’t noticed.”
Okarun grit his teeth. “Maybe I have to make it clearer then,” he said in a lower voice.
Momo’s expression remained unimpressed until his hands leapt to her cheeks, grasping her face firmly. Her eyes widened by a bit, then further when he turned her head to face him with startling force. Her heart raced as he crushed his lips hard against hers. In a split second, she melted into the kiss, her eyelids falling closed. When he released her, she let out a soft sigh.
As she opened her eyes, she saw he was a touch red, but his expression bore a determined, furrowed-brow frown. “Well?” he asked, breathing a bit more heavily. “How was that?”
Momo suppressed her immediate reaction of aroused gratitude as the mischievous part of her brain began to scheme. So that’s how it is… With a shrug, she answered, “I mean, I guess it was something, at least. But it was just one kiss. Not really anything, when you think about it.”
With delight, she watched the spark of something ignite in his eyes. “You want more?” he growled. “I’ll give you more.” He put one hand on her cheek; the other moved to the back of her head. Again he applied force; this time he didn’t merely position her towards him, he tilted her head to be at the optimal angle and yanked her forward until her lips made firm contact with his.
He didn’t stop there. His lips moved with dizzying passion, playing with hers roughly, making her pulse quicken. An involuntary whimper escaped her as he lightly nibbled her lip. This seemingly emboldened him; his tongue darted out, not asking for passage into her mouth, but demanding it. She moaned as she could not stop him from entering, opting instead to let her tongue dance with his. It was as if he wanted to devour her and she felt thrilled at becoming his sustenance.
Finally, he withdrew, leaving both of them panting. With an angry glint in his eye, he asked, “Satisfied?”
God, she hoped he wouldn’t notice how wet her panties had become instantly. “I mean,” she said quietly, “it was fine, I guess. If you only think about my lips. But if you believe that’s enough to convince me, you’re dreaming.”
He looked shocked at this. “You… you’re lying.”
She grinned a sly grin. “Am I?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ll…” once more his fist clenched. “I’ll show you. You’re gonna admit you can feel how much I want you!”
Now the game was truly beginning. Momo resisted the urge to show an eager smile. Instead, she scoffed, gave him her most condescending look, and whispered, “Make me.”
He launched himself at her, once more seizing her lips with his own. For a single disappointed second, Momo thought he would continue making out as his only vector of attack, but he soon overturned this notion by moving to her cheek, then her jaw, then down her neck. “Ah!” she gasped as his lips left marks of flame on her skin.
When he lingered at the point where her neck met her collarbone, pressing his tongue into just the right spot, she felt a surge of heat rush through her, she had to bite her lip to suppress the noises he pulled from her. Still, she could not help but utter a soft, “Okarun…”
“You like that?” he asked, a darkening edge to his voice.
She tried to control her breath to steady herself. “It’s… it’s all right…”
“Hmph. ‘All right,’ you say.” She could feel his drive to disprove her grow hotter. She wanted it to burn.
His hands suddenly dove beneath the neckline of her shirt, grabbing her breasts, pulling them out of her bra cups and above the cloth, and exposing her nipples to the air. Momo’s eyes widened, having not anticipated such a rapid escalation. “H-hey!” she squeaked in reflex.
“You wanted me to notice these, right?” he growled. “Well guess what? I noticed.”
She gulped. “O-Okarun…”
“These tits,” he continued, voice fully descended to the pitch normally reserved for his yokai transformation. “These big, fat tits of yours drive me crazy.”
“D-do they?” she asked, willing herself with all her might to maintain as nonchalant a tone as she could, despite the excitement building at an alarming rate within her. “I’m… not sure I believe you.”
“You’re about to find out,” he declared gruffly.
His hands closed around the soft mounds and Momo’s breath hitched. His fingers pressed inward, the soft flesh bulging between the gaps. “Ohh,” she groaned, unconsciously pushing her chest further into his grasp.
“That’s a nice sound,” said Okarun with a grin. “Must feel good, huh, Momo-chan?”
Now her breathing was unsteady as arousal hormones coursed through her veins. “I-It’s okay…” She swallowed. “Might be good… if it was… harder…”
He chuckled. “Harder, huh? Like this?” He squeezed with greater force, his digits sinking deeply into her ample boobflesh.
“Ahn!” she yelped. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the sounds that followed. “Mm, mm, mmm!”
“You like it rough, huh, Momo-chan?” said Okarun, massaging her breast meat yet more forcefully. “You like the way I grope your tits?”
His voice was so smug. She loved it, but at the same time it only made her want to push him further. “N-no!” she choked out. “I-it’s — aahn! — nothing special!”
“Really? Then why are your thighs rubbing together?”
With some embarrassment, she realized her legs had started moving unconsciously, the wet heat between them growing unbearable. “I-I’m just fidgeting!” she claimed, face red. “Because I’m so bored!”
“Oh, is that so? Then you won’t react if I do this?”
His fingers moved to her nipples and pinched hard. Lightning surged from them all throughout her body, her loins feeling yet more demanding warmth. “Ahh!” she yelped. She knew what such a vibrant sensation meant: he’d discovered her weak point. And oh was she ready to expose it to him.
“Or this?”
Now his mouth dove to a nipple; his tongue lashed out, assaulting the hard nub with fury. “Fuck!” she cried, her muscles tensing as she futilely tried to resist writhing under his ministrations. “No-ohh-ohh,” she whined, “It’s not… it’s not gooood… at aaall!” She took several deep breaths, failing to manage the feelings that were flowing into her. “I’m not… turned on… in the slighteeessst!”
He paused for a second. For a moment, she worried that she had overplayed her hand and he had given up the chase. But then, quietly, he said, “Very well.” With sudden strength, he swept his hand behind her thighs, scooped her up, and carried her onto the bed where he unceremoniously dropped her. It all happened in an instant; Momo felt butterflies in her belly from it.
Her eyes widened, observing his hungry, predatory grin as he took his place over her. “I’ve decided,” he whispered. “I’m not just going to make you acknowledge my desire for you. I’m gonna make you cum, Momo-chan.”
Her heart thumped hard in her chest at his assertion. A mix of want and competitiveness rose within her. Finally revealing her eager smile, she taunted, “Just try it.”
“Heh.” He lunged back to her chest, one hand pressing her down onto the mattress by her shoulder, the other at a nipple, and his mouth at its counterpart. He mauled her tits with unyielding ferocity, his hands, lips and tongue having already learned how to pleasure her.
“Fuck!” she cried, throwing her head back. “Oh god, Okarun!” The noises he tore from her were uncontainable at this point, so high did he escalate her pleasure.
“We’re just getting started,” he hissed.
The hand at her breast abandoned its position and began crawling down her torso. She loved the way he dragged his nails down her abdominal muscles and gasped from the feel of it. He arrived at her hips, where his fingers lingered at the waist of her skirt. She gulped, knowing what he was planning.
He bypassed the outer layer, reaching below towards her panties. “Hmm,” he said idly, drawing his index finger down her slit. “You’re so wet, Momo-chan. Really drenched for someone so unimpressed.” She remained quiet, unable to come up with a retort, inwardly thrilled at how he was cornering her. “Nothing to say? That’s fine. Your body will do the talking.”
With swift dexterity, he pulled her underwear down, past her ankles, and tossed it away. She gasped from it, body warming further as he approached her folds. “Okarun…” she muttered.
“May I, Momo-chan?” he asked with a confident grin. It was clear he already knew the answer.
She averted her gaze. She knew if she looked at that grin for too long, she would give herself away completely. Already, she could feel the strategy she’d played so far beginning to weaken. But, well, it had always been the plan for it to fall; in doing so it would succeed. In a tiny voice, she whispered, “If you… want…”
“Why, thank you,” he said with faux graciousness.
He brought his middle finger to her entrance and pressed in. With a steady moan, Momo let herself sink into the sensation of him sliding into her. “God…” she uttered softly as she felt him fill her all the way up to the knuckle.
“You really are wet for me,” he said appreciatively. “Your pussy let me in so easily.”
“It wants…” she found herself saying, but cut herself off.
“Hm?” he cupped his ear facetiously. “What was that? Your pussy wants what, now?”
You, her mind screamed. You, you, you! It wants you! Forever! “Nothing,” she replied quietly.
“If you say so,” he said.
Momo steeled herself for what was coming. If she could resist this, push him just a bit more, she just knew the result would be immense. Her heart pounded with anticipation of the ultimate prize.
What she did not anticipate was the rush of pleasure she would feel when he curled his finger upwards. In a flash, she brought her hand to her mouth and moaned into it, “Mmmm!”
With his unoccupied hand, Okarun grabbed her wrist, then took her other one with it above her head. “No,” he said in a dark tone. “Now I get to hear you.” Unconsciously, Momo nodded, her heartbeat wonderfully frantic at how he left no room for disagreement.
His finger curled again, this time pressing closer to that special spot, and Momo choked out, “Ngah!” He did it once more, now landing on the spot exactly. “Aahhnn!”
“Seems like I’ve found something good,” he remarked glibly. “Time to go all out.”
Momo was confused for a moment, as Okarun remained entirely human, before his finger started vibrating at her pleasure point, hammering it with the tip at a breakneck pace. “Ahh, ahh, ahh!” Momo shrieked, her head turning back and forth as overwhelming waves of pleasure took her. Her wrists struggled against his grip; he responded by pressing them down harder, holding them still with irresistible strength.
She loved this power from him, the way he was bending her body to his whims. She loved feeling how she could not escape his capture no matter how hard she struggled. Even if she wanted to, was willing to use her powers to do so, her head was swimming with too much arousal to manifest them. She was truly trapped by him and she would not have it any other way.
“Ask me, Momo-chan,” he demanded with a growl.
“Wh-what?” she said, barely able to speak, so dazed was she from the pleasure.
“Ask me to make you cum.”
Somehow, her blood ran even hotter at this. She was more than ready to give in, to beg for release. He’d done such an amazing job of breaking down her barriers; he deserved her submission and she deserved the ending he would give her for it.
Then the greedy part of her piped up. It knew that she had pushed things as far as she had initially intended. They had gone past where she would have guessed he would take things at her provocation. She could give in now and everything would be fine.
But what if she didn’t?
“No…” she said, resisting the instant gratification with all her might. “No… way!”
He frowned. Then his lips curved into a grin. “As you wish,” he said simply.
His finger began to rub the spot inside her again. Momo was unprepared for the renewed onslaught and immediately began moaning at the top of her voice, “Oh god, oh god, fuck, Okarun!”
She was even less prepared for him to suddenly bend down and put his tongue to her clit. Just as he had done with her nipple, his wet muscle lashed the needy nub with the perfect amount of force and frequency. Momo screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Her hips involuntarily began to buck against his hand and lips, her body craving more force from his attentions.
Just when she thought he could go no further, he plunged a second finger within her. Her eyes shot open at the combined girth of his digits before rolling back in her head when he thrust inside her repeatedly.
Every stroke of his fingers threatened to send her over the edge. She was done for, she knew it; she was totally at his mercy. Her plan had come to incredible fruition and now he was in total control of her. He could finish her whenever he wanted. It was only a matter of time. And he decided that time was now.
With one final assault from his fingers and tongue, Momo came like a hurricane.
Groans, cries, and shrieks erupted from her throat, his name the only intelligible word among them. Her hips’ pace accelerated and he matched her rhythm, slamming his hand against her drenched folds as his fingers and tongue devastated her with pleasure. She began to lose herself as she felt her pussy clench hard around its occupants, trying to pull them as deep into her as they would go, maximizing her erotic thrill.
“That’s it,” he said with an oddly comforting tone as she rode out her orgasm. “That’s a good girl. Embrace it. Let it wash over you.” She was happy to comply, giving herself entirely to the sensations flooding her nervous system, sinking into the warm pool of pleasure and letting it cover the entirety of her being.
Finally, she felt herself pass the peak and begin to come back to reality. Her tongue had fallen out of her mouth at some point; a dribble saliva ran lazily down her cheek. She didn’t care. He released her wrists at last and started kissing her softly, on her abdomen, her sternum, her neck, her jaw, her cheek, all the way up to the top of her head. The gentle care evident in his affection made the moment divine for her.
After several minutes of this, she regained enough wherewithal to speak. “Oh my god…” she whispered. “Okarun…”
He smiled at her. “Well?” he asked pleasantly. “You feel my desire yet?”
She laughed, her brain brined in endorphins. “Maybe a little.”
His expression fell to a frown. “I see,” he said at a low volume. “Just a little, huh?”
She had intended for her remark to be playful understatement, but still an admission of his success. Only after the fact did she realize that in the context of her scheme, he could take it as further denial. “Um…” she muttered, her mind unable to cobble together words in her blissed out state.
He gazed at her with an expression so hard it made her heart pound. “The first one was free, Momo-chan,” he said, the edge returned to his voice. “The next one will be much worse.”
She gulped. “N-next one?”
“I’m gonna make you cum again. This time, though, you’ll be wishing you admitted to loving it just now.”
A bolt of some emotion ran through Momo. It wasn’t fear. Instead, it was more like the feeling of a gambling addict being offered a high risk, high reward wager. She knew she had unleashed a wild beast with her machinations. She knew she could not resist him, that she would be helpless to his whims as he had proven he could make her.
She didn’t care. The greedy part of her fused with her competitive side and this amalgam took the reins in an inescapable grasp. In a small but level voice, she told him for the second time, “Prove it.”
He grinned for a moment. Then he brought his lips to hers again, his hand gently cupping her cheek. She was still too weakened from her climax to even try turning her head away from him. Instead she simply accepted his kiss. It was softer than the last one, as if he knew her body was ultra-sensitized from her explosive release and would react strongly even with lesser stimulus. That, on top of the tenderness that came with it, the plain adoration of its texture, restarted the engine in her abdomen immediately. She moaned against him easily, losing herself in the feeling of his mouth’s caress.
“Oh, Okarun,” she sighed as he pulled away, unable to conceal the adoration in her gaze.
“My love,” he whispered, returning the feeling with his eyes. “My Momo-chan. I love making you feel good. I’m sorry I needed to convince you. I hope you understand now how badly I want you.”
I know. You’re incredible. I feel consumed by your desire and I love it. These thoughts threatened to burst from her lips. No, said the greedy-competitive chimera. Not yet. Keep them to yourself… for now. “Hmm…” she murmured. “I dunno… You might’ve just gotten lucky last time. A fluke.”
He chuckled. “I see I’ll have to break you down to get my point across.” Leaning towards her ear, his hot breath on its curve, he hissed, “I’ll break you until you’re gone.”
Momo felt the coil within her belly tighten anew at this. Yes. Do it. Break me. “If you think you can,” she replied coolly.
He nodded. Once more he took to her lips with kiss after kiss, increasing the intensity at an ideal rate, tender gentleness giving way to carnal passion bit by bit. He was perfectly in tune with her; it was as if he could detect exactly what he made her feel and was simply guiding her along a path she was doomed to follow.
More. More. Her pleasured-soaked mind scrambled for a way to convey this without revealing her gambit. After a second, the obvious came to her. She pushed back against him and grasped his face to pull him deeper into their contact, moaning urgently with each press.
He took the hint, once more invading her mouth with his tongue. “Mmm,” she mewled as he claimed her, asserting she was, as she knew, rightfully his.
After a moment he grinned against her lips. “Eager, aren’t we?”
She couldn’t resist a small laugh. “Just a bit.”
“A bit is all I need,” he replied, his voice becoming serious. “Give me a bit and I’ll give you everything.”
Once more he began his trail down her neck, feathering kisses on the sensitive flesh that made her groan throatily. “Ohh, Okarun… that’s…”
“That’s what?”
So fucking good. “N-nothing,” she muttered. She was having trouble coming up with excuses now, her brain power diminished by the ravages of the savage pleasure he’d given her.
He smirked. Again he arrived at her heavy breasts. Now, rather than merely dig his fingers into them, he also took hold and pulled with just enough force as to not be painful before pressing his face between them. “I really do love these things,” he uttered, slightly muffled by her cleavage. “I could play with them forever.”
Please do, her mind urged. Squeeze them. Manhandle them. Use them however you want. “G-glad you like them,” she whispered. That was okay to say, right?
“And these nipples…” he said in a hushed voice, lifting himself from the valley and pushing her boobs so that their tips touched. “These nice, perfectly suckable nipples…”
“Yeah?” she breathed, anticipation building in her.
“They’re mine.”
Without hesitation, he dove for the pair of nubs, his lips and tongue attacking them with zeal. “Oh fuck!” Momo choked out. It was different from before. Last time had been exploratory. Probing. He had simply been testing different techniques and learning what worked. Now he had total mastery of what she liked, had seen through her veneer of indifference like an X-ray, and was using his expertise without mercy. He slobbered on her breasts like a wild animal while somehow maintaining precise control to tease her in the way he’d memorized as perfect for her. “Fuck, Okarun, god, fuck!” she cried.
Acting on instinct, she reached to the back of his had and pulled him further into her chest, needing as much of the incredible treatment he was giving her as possible. He paused his mouth’s work and smiled almost sinisterly. “Holding me close to them, eh?”
“Sh-shut up,” she mumbled petulantly. Just keep going. No matter what.
“I do have better things to do with my mouth…” Returning to capture her teats orally, he withdrew his hands, holding her big boobs up with just the suction of his lips on her nipples. Feeling them suspended that way was an added thrill for her.
His now free hands did not dawdle this time and returned straight to her pussy. One traveled to her clit and began tormenting it while the other plunged its middle and index fingers inside her again, immediately traveling to the pleasure point he’d discovered earlier to press on it incessantly. Momo could not suppress the scream that came out of her from the sudden onslaught, nor the ones that followed when he ramped up the intensity.
In no time, she felt herself ascending to her peak again. God, her strategy was working out better than she’d ever dreamed.
Okarun opened his mouth, letting her tits fall against her torso with a heavy slap. “You’re getting close again, aren’t you, Momo-chan?” he asked.
Yes, yes, fucking yes! Eyes and mouth shut tight with concentration, she shook her head. “Mm-mm!”
“It’s not nice to lie,” he replied. “Lying comes with a punishment.”
Part of her was curious as to what he meant, but that part was drowned out by her rapidly approaching climax. With his fingers occupied at her pussy, his mouth was only able to take one nipple into it again, but he did so with fervor that drove Momo crazy. She was moments away from spilling over the edge, and she knew he would take her there gloriously.
But then he stopped.
He ceased playing with her clit. His fingers stilled. His mouth abandoned her breast. Everything halted. With the sudden absence of stimulation, Momo felt an emptiness grow within her. In a small, fearful voice, she said, “Wh-what?”
Okarun shrugged. “Clearly, you’re not enjoying yourself. I might as well give up, if that’s the case.”
Panic flooded her. Her eyes shot wide. “N-no, I… I…”
“You what?”
“I…” She grit her teeth. Damn her greedy-competitive side, still inhibiting her submission, despite her chance at a second glorious finish mere seconds away.
“Let me help. The full version of that sentence is, ‘No, I’m about to cum furiously again thanks to you, my incredible boyfriend, whom I never should have doubted.’” To emphasize his point, he resumed pleasuring her at maximum strength.
“Ahn!” she cried. “Okarun, Okarun, I…”
Just as she reached the precipice, he stopped again. She let out a mewling whine of raw displeasure. “Nooo…”
“All you need to do is ask for it,” he said gently. “Can’t you do that, Momo-chan? For me?”
“N… never!” she grunted stubbornly. Keep going. Push me harder!
“Hmm,” said Okarun, “I wonder how many times I have to prove this point before you get it…”
His fingers started their stimulation anew. Once more, Momo felt herself reach the very edge of release and once more he denied her. “Fuck!” she raged. “Fucking hell, Okarun!” He knew, dammit, he definitely knew the exact moment she would cum. He was in her head, piloting her arousal like a robot, and she couldn’t get him out. But she didn’t want him out in the slightest.
Over and over, he repeated his torture, asking her with sickening sweetness to admit the truth. Out of desperate instinct, she tried to push herself over the edge when he brought to it, but so deeply was he reading her that he stymied her every effort. Her brain grew more and more scrambled by this torment until finally, frustration overrode her greed and competitiveness and she cried, “Fine! Make me cum, Okarun! Make me fucking cum already!”
He grinned. One more time he worked his magic. One more time did she feel her arousal spike.
And one more time did he deny her.
“No!” she screamed in outrage. “No, no, no! It’s not fair! I asked for it! Don’t stop now! Finish the job!”
With a disgustingly pleasant smile, he replied, “No.”
She looked at him with pure disbelief. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘no!?’”
“I told you, Momo-chan,” he said with the tone of someone explaining a simple concept for the hundredth time. “This time you’d wish you admitted it the last time.”
It was at that point Momo realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
“Oh god…” she whispered with dawning comprehension.
He nodded. “That’s right. I will make you cum. But it’s going to be a bit of a trip.”
At this point, she was so stimulated it was simple for him to drive and deny her release, taking mere seconds. “Pleeeease,” she whined. “Please make me cum!”
Now, rather than cease completely, he kept her on the verge of release with just too little force to finish her off, pressing her right up against the line without letting her fall over. “You admit you feel my desire?”
“Yes!” she declared without hesitation. “Yes, yes, I love it, I love how you want me!”
“You admit you lied?”
“I lied!” she answered. “I lied the entire time! I knew you wanted me from the first kiss!” The way he forced this confession out of her only assured her that her climax, if he indeed would grant it, would be stupendous.
“And why did you hide that?”
“Because… because…”
“Because you’re a naughty girl who likes to tease me?”
“I…”
“Yes or no, Momo-chan.”
Cheeks crimson with aroused fluster, she replied “Yes, I’m a naughty, naughty girl! I wanted to tease you so you’d touch me like this!” Letting herself admit this was exhilarating, despite her frustration. “I didn’t think you’d torture meeee!”
“You deserve it, don’t you? For being so dishonest?” He gave her clit an extra bit of teasing.
“Mmm, I dooo,” she mewled. She loved the way he took advantage of her desperate state to coerce such an agreement. “I did a baaad thing and I deserve this punishment! Worse, even!”
“You’d be lucky if I actually let you finish, wouldn’t you?”
“I would,” she breathed, “I would be the luckiest girl in the world. Please have mercy, Okarun. Please!” Making her beg like this, ah, it brought her as close as she could get to satisfaction absent an actual climax, a kind of emotional fulfillment.
“As long as you promise to be honest with your feelings…”
“I promise!” she shrieked. “I promise I’ll say everything! I’ll be a good girl and tell you all of it, no matter what! Just please, please, pleeease, let me cuuummm!” She needed it now, now, now, or she might truly die, crushed from within by the sheer mass of desire in her.
“Well…” He pretended to deliberate. “Okay.”
The intensity he brought with his fingers in that moment was unlike any before, as if he had been stockpiling heavy ordnance for this very moment. Indeed, the stimulation he gave her pussy and clit was like a megaton bomb dropped on Momo’s pleasure center, shattering her mind with an orgasm that eclipsed the last one. At maximum volume, she screamed, “Yeeeeeeesss, thankyouthankyouthankyou! I love you, Okarun, I love you so fucking muuuuch!”
He muffled her with a passionate kiss, letting her unleash her voice against him as much as she wanted. His lips, his fingers, the crumbling of her long besieged defenses, all of it launched her climax into the stratosphere, stripping down her psyche until only raw need remained. And all she needed in that moment was him.
He continued to finger her through wave after wave of ecstasy, her whole body thrumming with erotic energy. She could live here, in this moment, forever, her own personal heaven that left her wanting for nothing. As long as he touched her, she would be euphoric.
At last, however, the hormones began to ebb. Her cries died down to mere moans as Okarun continued to kiss her, the ferocity of each waning from electrifying to tender, perfectly adapting to the level she needed at each moment. When she quieted down, he left her lips and planted his own on her jaw and cheek, just as he had done before. Then, carefully, he removed his fingers from within her and moved to hold her gently.
The first two words out of her mouth were a breathless, “Oh god.” The second two were a low,“Fuck, Okarun.” After a moment, she added. “That was fucking insane. Unreal. Holy fuck, I’ve never cum like that!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said sweetly. “But… past tense is a bit wrong here.”
She blinked. “What?”
He moved his hips. Then she felt it: his erection pressed against her through his pants. In a husky voice, he told her, “I still want you, Momo-chan.”
Her breath hitched. Her heart beat hard. She gulped. “O-Okarun…”
“That is… if you want me too,” he added softly.
She looked into his eyes and saw it. Of course, his raw desire was there, that much was obvious. But she also saw in his gaze that if she was spent, if she was truly worn out and wanted no more, he would be fine letting himself go unsatisfied. That concern for her on its own reignited the fire inside her. The hard rod pressing into her stoked it further.
“Well…” she uttered quietly, her finger tracing a circle around his tip. “Since I’m being honest and all… What I did was pretty… naughty, right?” She gave him a teasing smile. “Don’t you think I deserve more punishment?”
He grinned. “I do like to correct injustice…”
Without another word, she kissed him, one hand cupping his cheek, the other already undoing the button and zipper of his pants. “I love how you kiss me,” she whispered urgently. “You’re so good at it. So good at touching me everywhere. You’re like a god of sex.”
Despite his demonstrated prowess, he found himself becoming a touch bashful. “You’re being honest, now, right?”
“I have no filter right now,” she replied emphatically. “You made me cum so hard it dissolved. Tortured me with pleasure until it was gone. All I’ve got left is the truth, and the truth is that I can’t get enough of you, Okarun. You could enslave me with the things you make me feel. And I might just be okay with that.”
This made him throb. “Momo-chan…”
While they made out, he removed his outerwear, leaving only his boxers, which bore a small stain of precum. Feeling the less impeded bulge in her hand sent a thrill through Momo and she gasped. She knew right away she desperately wanted it inside her.
Carefully, she removed his underwear, taking a second to admire as his erection sprang free. Seeing its full size made her bite her lip with anticipation. After a moment, she readied her body for him to enter her.
But then he grabbed her hips. She looked confused. “Okarun?”
With a twist of his hands, Momo allowed herself to rotate until she faced away from him. Then he pushed down on her back until she was bent over. “For your punishment,” he said slowly, “I’m going to use your body until I’m satisfied.”
She felt a fresh wave of arousal as he brought the head of his cock to her slit. “I’ll take it like a good girl,” she replied sweetly. At her confirmation, Okarun plunged deep inside her, filling her far more than the combined length and girth of his fingers had. Such invasion of her body made her cry out, “Holy fuck, Okarun!”
When he didn’t immediately thrust again, she thought he was giving her a moment to adjust. But then he brought one hand to her back and pressed down hard. With the other, he reached to the back of her head and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Momo’s breath hitched as he pulled her head back with it before he thrust into her again with immense force.
The feeling of it was indescribable to Momo. The way he stretched her inner walls, forced her back to arch with his arms and grip, all of it made her feel like his plaything, his sex toy made only to be fucked until he was good and done with her. She adored this feeling; she had played with him so much so far, drawn him deeper along the path of aggression, let him break her down bit by bit, and now she was more than happy for him to fully be in control.
“Ahh!” she cried as he rearranged her insides with piston-like power. “Ah, ah, ahh, aaaahh!” Her hands white-knuckle gripped the sheets, as if he might fuck her off the planet, so hard was he pounding her. It was all she could do to stay cognizant of her surroundings as his cock conquered her from within, wreaking havoc on her brain’s ability to process anything but the pleasure he gave her.
“How’s it feel, Momo-chan?” he asked. Gone was the care from his voice. No, he already knew the answer. He just wanted her to admit it.
“I’m gonna die!” she shrieked. “It feels so good I’m gonna fucking die!”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t want that,” he said playfully. “Maybe I should stop?”
“Nooo!” she screamed. “Don’t stop! Never stop!”
“As you wish, my love. Isn’t it better to be honest with your feelings?”
“Yeh-heh-hesss!” she moaned.
“Since you’re an honest girl now, I’ll make sure you feel extra good.”
The force of his hips ramped up strongly. Momo’s eyes widened as the voltage of her nervous system amplified manifold from it. Distantly, she realized how foolish she had been to assume he’d already given her as much stimulation as he could with her previous orgasms. Now she knew: the earlier work of his fingers and tongue had only been a prelude to what his cock could do.
Astonishingly, in the midst of his unrelenting pummeling of her ever more needy pussy, he managed to maintain such control that he could still angle the head of his rod to brutalize that most sensitive spot his fingers had found. Every sweeping thrust of his thick iron bar briefly annihilated her conscious mind, leaving only an unfiltered stream of raw ecstasy.
With his accelerated pace, the moments between these grew thinner and thinner, until finally, she lost herself in her third orgasm. “Aaahhh, gaaahhhd, Okaruuuuun!” she screamed at the top of her voice. She could manage no other words as it ripped through her, the convulsions of her body only suppressed by the force of his hold on her.
Eventually he relaxed his grip and his hips slowed. Her head tilted forward, falling face-first into the mattress. She inhaled and exhaled laboriously as the aftershocks of her climax washed over her in waves. For a moment, she felt some gratitude at the chance to catch her breath, unable to even properly verbalize her feelings or anything else.
But then she felt his arm reach beneath her abdomen and pull her up. “Wha…?” she mumbled as he brought her into a sitting position on his lap. “Okarun…?”
“Your punishment isn’t over,” he told her.
His free hand squeezed one of her heavy breasts, making her gasp, “Ah!” Gulping, she asked, “It’s not…?”
“Not by a long shot. You were very naughty, after all.”
She almost wanted to laugh but couldn’t muster the energy. “Do… your worst…” she breathed.
She got what she asked for. For a long while he thrust into her from below, manhandling her tits with one hand while teasing her clit with the other. He savaged her neck with kisses, dragging his teeth across the delicate flesh there. The storm of sensations, on top of his ever increasing aggression, was too much; Momo found herself cumming again in minutes.
He didn’t stop there. He forced her body into position after position, each one adding a new dimension to her pleasure. As he learned yet more of what thrilled her, it became easier and easier for him to make her cum. She was his helpless cocksleeve now, a vessel for his satisfaction and nothing more. Her mind, entirely consumed by the endless onslaught of eros, had no problem with that.
Finally, after he had moved on top of her, his hand holding hers with soft tenderness opposite his fervor, she felt him shoot inside her. With such a massive buildup, it was an equally massive quantity, filling her up completely until it leaked out of her.
Panting and sweaty, he smiled at her and asked, “Learned your lesson?”
Insensate from the marathon fucking as she was, she gave as small a nod as she could manage while still conveying her affirmation along with a pathetically weak, “Uh-huh…”
“Good.”
He pulled himself out and off of her, taking his place beside her. Her face twisted into a small pout and her arm limply flopped towards him, lightly tapping him with the back of her hand as she whined, “Mmph…”
The signal was clear. Reaching her strong, muscular arms around her, he pulled her up, positioning her until she was on top of him, her head resting on his chest. Then he draped his arm around her, securing her against his body. In response, her eyes closed, she smiled and sighed, “Mmm….”
“I love you, Momo-chan,” he whispered, giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“Luh yuh,” was all she managed to get out before consciousness left her.
When she regained herself it was morning. The first thing she felt was Okarun’s hand at the back of her head stroking her hair gently.
He noticed her stir. “Good morning, Ayase-san,” he said pleasantly, all aura of aggression from the previous day gone from him.
“Morning,” she replied blearily, blinking away the sleep. Memories started to return to her. “Was last night… real?” she asked quietly.
“Which part?”
“The part where you fucked me into a coma,” she replied plainly, as if the exhaustion lingering throughout every muscle of her body wasn’t proof.
“Oh.” His cheeks tinted red, like he wasn’t the man who ravaged her brain with orgasm after explosive orgasm. “Um. Yes. At least, I remember it that way too.”
“Great…” she uttered softly. “God, Okarun, I wanted you to make a move on me, but I didn’t know you would do that,” she added in disbelief.
He blushed more, this time with a bit of fluster. “W-well, you teased me pretty hard. I had to respond somehow.”
“And boy, did you.”
“Now…” His lips curved into a somewhat unsteady grin. “Now you know what the consequences of teasing me are.”
Momo let out a single small laugh. “Oh no. I teased my boyfriend and he made me cum until I couldn’t see straight. How awful. I definitely don’t want to do that ever again.”
“Does that mean you’re going to mess with me more?”
She smirked. “Maybe. After all, last night could’ve just been a one-off thing. No guarantee you could make me feel like that again. In fact,” her expression and tone grew haughty, “I’m pretty sure you couldn’t.”
Instantly, she felt the atmosphere shift. “I could,” he said in a low voice.
She shrugged. “Eh. I dunno if I buy that.”
“Momo-chan,” he growled. “I can do it again. Whenever I want.”
She suppressed another laugh. He was too easy. “Oh yeah?” She met his fiery gaze, her expression radiating pure smugness. “Prove it.”