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Constance comeuppance
Summary: Wanting to tease Black Swan, Constance tells her that she will be spending time with Caelus. And instead of anger, Black Sawn only sends a two word text to the galactic baseballer that Constance herself would be glad to know she was the cause of it.
Tags: rough sex, instant ko
Constance comeuppance
“Oh my~♥.” It is so good to see you.”
The light twitch in Black Sawn's closed eye betrayed her normally gentle yet teasing smile on her full, glittery pink lips.
Once again in Penacony, the memetic woman was simply making the rounds. Gathering memories from the cheery smiles of those enjoying the dream amusement park. Following their childhood delights, even though those are long since passed. Visiting loved ones who have long vanished and returned to the dust. Gorging themselves on food they may never eat, but never gaining weight from it. Merely enjoying lives and living memories they could not.
Though now more measured, now that the disaster of it being an endless dream, thanks to the now redeemed Sunday. People are not at risk following into peaceful, endless hells of false happiness. They eventually leave their long lost loved ones, let their childhoods rest in the past, and are reminded of the weight they need to take off and go back to their daily lives. Treating the former prison planet like a true amusement park, then turning it back into a prison like Sunday wanted; Something he regrets even trying now that he has to deal with Caelus’s teasing on the daily.
Still, it is a joyous place for those from the garden of recollections and followers of the Aeon Fuli. They merely need to walk around and feel the various sweet, painful, funny, joyous, and all sorts of memories form every sort of person here, thanks to the dream festival. And then going into said dreams themselves, watching people enjoy those past memories and even make new ones, is something any sort of memo keeper would do anything to experience.
So Black Swan should not be surprised that someone like Constance is here.
But that does not make her feel any better.
“It is a pleasure to see you, too, Constance.” Though Black Swan’s words still have that slow, seductive pace to them, but there is a small drip of venom in them.
In the distance, the sweet singing of Robin could be heard, bringing smiles to everyone, but those who walked by the two beautiful women could only feel the tension that could only be cut with the hand of the aeon of destruction.
Though they are both memetic entities, there is a sense of rivalry between them. And it’s not as one sided as Black Swan's warm smile would lead one to believe. A woman of grace and care, though a memo keeper, she cares for all memories, big and small. From quite birthdays to the day someone simply forgot their keys and rushed back inside to get them, Black Sawn treats any and all ideas as precious.
Constance, or The Dalhia as people call her, with weary and fear in their voice, is, to put it in simpler terms, ‘a finicky bitch with her food’. Like a prized show dog that only dines on the finest of prime cuts, Constance is a cremator. As the name sounds, she destroys memories, but only one she believed unworthy and unneeded. Though she is someone who enjoys the method more than the actual act.
Using her feminine wiles to seduce and trick those in their dreams. A task very easily done thanks to her voluptuous figure. She is just as, if not more so, curvy as Black Swan herself. Constance's bust swelled with pride and perkiness as they strained her lovely white dress that left very little of her silhouette hidden, as well as showing off her full, healthy legs that teased from the sides of the split bottom of her dress. Demonic horns and a thin black spade-tipped tail, one that is normally bathed in blue flames, looked particularly demonic today, as well as her light violet eyes glowed with both interest and mirth.
The cremator is truly Black Swan’s rival in every way, as even her curves matched the busty, calm woman. Like Black Swan, who takes umbrage with Constance not only being a cremator but also her cruel methods of getting memories and her chaotic nature, Constance dislikes the woman’s ‘perfect’ air. The constant, graceful air she puts on, trying to help others in exchange for their memories. Ignoring the chaos in the world, piratically spitting on it with her denial of it. It bothered her to no end to see a woman with such arrogance walk around. That is why she takes every opportunity to try to get under her skin.
“So that young man I’ve seen you with. That oh so...dashing gentleman with the grey hair. Your relationship with him…I am curious.”
And what better way to get under someone’s skin than by making advances on their lover.
‘He is attractive that I cannot deny~.’ Constance had come here on a simple whim. Good memories to find or not, she had come to Penacony just as chaotic as she always does. After finding a lovely memory of a young woman and her lover’s first time, she suddenly felt the urge to visit. And who should her eyes catch as the first person she would see as she landed on the planet but Black Sawn obnoxious back.
The Dahila’s first instinct was to go over there to mar that pretty little face with her appearance. Knowing that her wild nature always disrupts Black Sawn’s elegance. However, as the crowd moved, she saw her arms wrapped around a grey haired young man. A tall figure in a messy black long back coat, sharp golden eyes, and a beaming smile.
That made a playful smile cross her face. Out of her playful curiosity and even more playful plan, she followed them. The cremator watched as Black Swan and the young man, who she figured out to be named Caelus, went on a full date. Dinner, dancing, laughing, and worst of all, sharing a kiss under the moonlight. It gave Constance a lovely idea that she saw in the memories of a disgruntled lover.
Though the idea of Constance herself acting like an innocent maiden in love made The Dahlia turn a little green, and not in envy, she could not hide the image of the anger on her rival’s face at catching her lover in an affair with her.
“Oh dear. Constance, you look a little green. Not feeling well? Or has a bad memory caught up with you?” Black Swan's voice was dripping with care. A care to get the woman before her away from her. Perhaps in a cave. Or a black hole.
‘Hmm…yes, throwing her in a black hole would be so soothing~.’ It is thoughts like this that make Black Swan able to smile and giggle in Constance's presence. She does not hate the woman, and while their goals can align, their personalities are diametrically opposed to each other. Black Swan would enjoy a soft melody with some warm tea.
While Constance would enjoy a loud, but musical noise with bitter coffee. While loudly sipping said coffee in her face to get a rise out of her.
So Black Swan tries to have more relaxed thoughts to keep her head from not exploding in a wave of sighs and profanities like Constance would want. Hence, the love memory of her visiting Caelus to live out what she could replay over and over as she spoke with Constance. While the visions made Black Sawn smile wider.
It was a smile that made Constance all the more predatory, with her smile not even trying to hide her looking at her rival like a ravenous lion stalking a poor rabbit. ‘
“Oh no I am fine. I am more curious about the young man you were with. Caelus yes? Is seeing anyone in particular? Say a stupid winged swan?” Constance hummed as she stepped closer with such an enticing sway to her hips that anyone who gave a passing glance at her behind would be utterly flustered and need to leave the area to ‘take care’ of themselves.
“He’s…caught my eye, you see. Oh, do not worry. Not in that way. In a more….carnal sense.” The slow lick of Constance’s lips was all that was needed to explain her thoughts. “So if you know his whereabouts, I’d be oh so delighted.”
‘And I’d still find him even if you did not tell me~.’
However, instead of rage, instead of the aggravated eye twitch of anger, Constance was still given that aggravating sweet smile.
“Oh, you mean Caelus? Yes, he is quite adorable.” The sweet giggle made Constance’s own eye twitch. Hoping to at least get a narrowed stare of suspicion thrown at her.
“I…see. So you and him are together?” Constance asked.
“In a sense yes.” Black Sawn answered. “But it is not iron clad. His travels as a trailblazer and my duty as a memo keeper makes it a little difficult to stay together, so we wander from time to time.”
“Then I guess I’ll give him a little….visit.” Constance said as she walked by, keeping that dangerous sway that caused a man to be smacked upside the head by his wife for him staring far too long at Constance passing by them.
‘Hmm…Didn’t get her to react too much. But she must think her ‘strong lover’ will be able to resist me~. How cute~….’ The Dahlia smirked as she walked directly towards the room Caelus is staying in. Not caring about Black Swan’s eyes on her retreating back, with that same kind smile.
“Oh be my guest.” However, behind her back as Constance walked away, Black Sawn was tapping the send button on her phone. With a simple message to Caelus:
BREAK HER.
-THE NEXT DAY-
Caelus bed is a sturdier one than he expected. But he guessed, seeing as he has broken them every time he visits Penacony, the owners, particularly Robin, must have grown tired of replacing them, so they just gave him a personal room with a bed that is strong enough to take a hit from his bat.
Well, was sturdy.
“Hiii~! So-Slow dow-oooh~!!!”
He will now have to get another one, this time five times as strong, and apologize to Robin. Again.
On her back, with her hefty, round ass slightly lifted, Constance was moaning and drooling. Tearing at the sheets as her hips are lifted off the bed in another roaring, squirting orgasm from the young man rocking his hips between her full legs that are raised high in the air. Her tongue, drooling out thick white glops of cum, hung out of her mouth like a cock crazed harlot. Lossing any and all grace she had as her large breasts, also coated in drippy, strings of semen, mostly from cum that is still clinging to her face, shook and bounced about from the ruinous downwards thrusting from Caelus’s hips. His body pinned her to the broken bed nearly as much as his dick ramming onto her pussy, making it impossible to move much, even if she was not pinned to the bed, her mind lost to pleasure from the none stop rush of orgasms running through her.
The lovely white dress she wears to entice and seduce is coated in sexual fluids. Stained in her lust and the cum Caelus has deposited in her slit and on her body. The room shook with her maddening wails of climaxing nonstop, draped in the scent of wild, unashamed fucking, while the young man between her legs was restless in working his dick in and out of her tight pussy that did not care for the fact that Constance is on the brink of utter madness. Pulling Caelus’s hearty prick deep inside her as much as it could, never letting go of him with a slick, vengeful grip around him. The Dhalla’s greedy, soaked pussy dragged her further and further down into utter debauchery as it urged the young man to unload another healthy, dizzying amount of thick white cum inside her.
The feeling of being filled again, her pussy already leaking Caelus’s previous, five? Ten? It is hard to say, considering all the hours she has been in her back, her front, and even above the ground, being filled and packed with cum by the virile and energetic young man for the last eight hours. And counting.
No matter the number, no matter the amount, Caelus’s orgasm made her back lift off the bed to receive his seed while her pussy roared another body shaking release through her.
The sly woman tried to mess with Caelus memories to pick at Black Sawn. Making it seem like she was his long lost lover, and Black Swan was a simple integrator in their romance, but she found the holder of the Stellaron has a mind like a steel trap.
Caelus memories and dreams are his own, and tampering with them was like trying to break still with a toothpick
Still no matter to her. If she cannot affect his memories, then taking hold of his body should be all the easier.
Caelus is a man, a young man at that. And young men are so easy. Show a little cleavage with some kindness, and they melt. And for as seductive as Black Sawn is, the woman is quite demure in the bedroom. Mostly sticking to imamate positions and keeping acts in the privacy of the bedroom.
Constance planned to show Caelus a night he would not forget a night that will make any and all nights with Black Sawn pale in comparison, forcing the Dhalla to invade his wet dreams every night.
“So-so-haaa!” That is clearly not what is happening at the moment, or the past eight hours.
Constance was not ready for the maddening lust demon raging down into her. Things started as expected, with him getting flushed with her flirting.
And then she saw his dick.
“Cummishina-ooouuu~♡♡!” Constance could barely make any actual human noises with another spine bending orgasm slamming into her.
The cock that is currently pounding into her is the longest and biggest she has ever seen and ever will see. A cock so long that it feels like it goes past her womb. So thick that her whole cunt can wrap around and feel full to burst. Even a small lump is formed in her stomach, flexing and stretching with every rapid stroke of Caelus’s hips. She started stuck by it for a moment, giving herself a chance to regain her advantage while Caelus looked confused above her.
When she did find her brain again, she set upon Caelus’s demon of a dick with her skilled tongue. With it around his cock she left him breathless and in her mercy. She was enjoying it herself, the strained expression he was making as she teased the tip, suckled on his equally as large testicles, and sucked on as much as the long fuck rod as she could. But she still struggled to take more of it down.
And then Caelus grabbed her horns.
To ‘help’ her take his cock easier.
And then all hell broke loose.
“A-A moment pleASSS-oooouhh!?”
Caelus barely spoke, mostly grunting in her ear like a wild beast and enjoying her body as one too. He moved less like a horny young man and more like a sex crazed incubus. Skilled with his hands, he did not just move his hips like an untrained monkey. While his cock twisted and turned at an angle in her pussy that forced her into a moaning mess at every thrust, Caelus’s hands would grope her breasts, far softer than the blurring, rough, animalistic fucking she is enduring. Creasing her nipples between his fingers while groping the other with his palm. His lips were rough when they clamped down on her own, his tongue tangling with his own, but gentle on her neck.
Constance's horns are rather sensitive, and while the sudden roughness when he grabbed them, along with the feeling of a massive cock filling her mouth and throat did not make her cum, it nearly did. Knocking the wind out of her and allowing Caelus to set a blistering pace that has not stopped since he started crashing his hips into her mouth. Treating her perfectly pouty lips like a sex toy.
Caelus used her as such, with this mix of bestial, dogmatic pounding of her pussy and firm gentleness that would befit a lover. It was uncommon in-between she was not used to. Most men would be one or the other, while the inexperienced virgins would be shy and clumsy. But Caelus showed experience far beyond his youthful look. His playful charm was nothing more than a lure for foolish, cocky women like her. Thinking he was a simple young man, only to be drowned in such ecstasy, they lose their mind.
Caelus is turning her into a mindless slut, only devoted to him.
“Ooh~♥.” But there is the faintest hint of a cocky smirk on her face as she is turned over. Caelus rising her ass in the air, before shoving his cock back into her cum filled pussy. Pulling at her tail as he pounded into her large, wobbling ass. Her tail lovingly wrapped around his wrist as he pulled her into his thunderous slam into her rear. Her teeth nearly tearing at the pillow as another orgasm roared through her, making her eyes twist and cunt scream out another thick gush of her lust onto the beyond destroyed bed.
The pleasure was something Constance had never before. The roughness of his thrusting, the way he controls every part of her. Making her feel lower than him. It was chaotic and wild. What she lives for. If this was a memory, she would covet it in an instant. But this is no memory.
“Sho-haa...coc-nhgh haa~!” The great and fearful Dahlia is reduced to a moaning as she could feel every pointed, hard smack of the cock in her womb. Every back arching, mind melting release for her pussy. The firm squeeze of her ass in Caelus’s hands. Her own drool on the pillow.
Consntace is in her perfect heaven and hell. A dream she did not know she wanted but is glad to have.
Caelus did not pause in the rampant, ruthless piston of his hips through another powerful release of her pussy clamping down on his dick with violent force. Still, the head of his cock rammed into her womb, unceasing as his other hand traced along her spine. Making her eyes cross, biting the pillow in all manner of mixed emotions.
And then Caelus rubbed the base of her tail, and she let out a roar that shook the whole room. Rumbling the wall as another squirting, messy orgasm ran through her. Then another and another. And three more back to back as she was seeing utter white. And as another releases were about the run through her, she did not know if she would thank or curse black swan.
“Sho…g-goodishaaa…~♥♥” Though she is very much leaning towards thanking her.