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Chapter 1 http://futamorph.tumblr.com/post/146073267321/sofia-karlie-chapter-1

Three days passed in a haze for Sofia, her mind clouded with visions of the girl who sat in front of her. She imagined herself sitting at her desk, and Karlie walking into the classroom, her long blonde hair tussled and bright, she would lock eyes with Sofia and begin ripping off her top to expose her big perky tits, nipples standing at attention, and dropping her skirt to reveal her tight pussy, which was already dripping down her legs..

“Sofia..”

She would push Sofia to the floor, and straddle her, unbuttoning her pants and exposing her rock hard cock. She would gasp at how big it is and slowly inch her face closer and closer…

“Sofia are you listening?”

Her lips would be just about to touch it and she would whisper ‘Do you want me?’

“I want you..”

Suddenly there was giggling… wait, no, it was laughing. Sofia snapped out of her daydream and realized a couple people next to her were laughing, and her professor was looking at her with signs of irritation.

“Sofia are you paying attention at all?”

“I-Uh I want to.. I just… have a headache…”

“A headache… okaaayyy… why don’t you just leave class early if you can’t focus, and watch it on tape later. If you aren’t able to participate you might as well go home.” He seemed upset, but Sofia didn’t care right now, the party was tonight and this class was the last thing on her mind. She got up (hiding her stiff cock behind her bag as she was wont to do of late) and quietly left the class.

She still couldn’t believe that she was going to go to this party, she had never been to one before out of fear of people finding out her secret, but… Karlie was sooo…. perfect… Sofia was willing to risk everyone knowing, she just had to take a chance that… that Karlie would want her… want her… dick… that Karlie would want to go upstairs and..

“Sofia!”

Sofia dropped her bag as she heard none other than Karlie calling out her name. She was thankful that she was turned the other way or Karlie would have gotten quite the eyeful of the bulge in Sofia’s pants. She grabbed her bag and tried to look nonchalant.

“K-karlie, hey… ahhh. you ready for the party tonight?”

Karlie grinned a smile that made Sofia’s dick twitch and her pussy grow hotter. “Yeah, of course, but how are you doing? Not feeling sick any more I hope?”

“N-no I’m great, never better!” Sofia said nervously. “Looking forward to finally going to one.”

“A party? You… you’ve never been to one?”

'Dammit’ Sofia said to herself. “No, I… I just haven’t had the time..”

“Nonsense Sofy.” she laughed, placing her hardon Sofia’s back as they walked together. “You gotta make time to have fun, life’s to hard to be a wet blanket and just waste away doing nothing all day.”

Hard… Wet… it was like she was trying to get Sofia going now. She brushed her dark brown hair from her face and tried to make idle chitchat without staring at Karlie’s tits. Karlie was wearing a low cut shirt that showed off a good deal of cleavage and Sofia really just wanted to bury her face between those two warm pillows of love.

“Eyes up here..”

“W-what?”  Sofia panicked, Karlie had caught her. “I wasn’t-”

“Hey hey, it’s alright, I know I’ve got great tits, I like to look at them too.”

“I wasn’t… I mean I..”

“It’s okay if you… like girls..”

Sofia’s face went red and Karlie grinned. “I knew it! I saw the way you were looking at me, looking at my body… Well guess what… I’ve been looking at you too.”

“What?!”

“Your pretty cute you know. I’m not usually into girls… but I think I might make a exception for you… maybe..”

Sofia’s mind was racing, Karlie was… she was into her… like she really was attracted to her… but… but she didn’t know that she was… that she had a

“Here’s where i get off” She grinned. “I’ve got to go get ready for the party, and so do you. You got the time and place right?”

“U-uh yeah I remember from the flyer..”

“Right, so I’ll see you there, make sure you wear something slutty.” She gave her a wink and left toward her car.

Sofia was stunned. Karlie was… into girls, and she liked her and she wanted to… She had only half hoped that they would be drinking and something might happen, but now… now she knew that Karlie wanted her… wanted her dressed in something revealing.. How was she going to do that… there was no way she could hide how hard she was. She needed to hide how hard she was right now, her bag was sitting on the ground beside her and she was out in the open with a tent large enough to camp in. She frantically grabbed her stuff and hid her hardon, hoping that there wasn’t a wet spot to hide from behind. She had never been this wet or hard before, every movement as she made her way toward her dorm was either rubbing or pulling at something and it was all she could do to not cum just from all the extra stimulation.

Sofia had all of her clothes in a pile on her bed, there was nothing that was both slutty and able to conceal her girlcock. She pulled out a strapless black top that would show off her tits, they weren’t as large as Karlie’s but they were big enough to draw some eyes. That’s when she saw it, and old pair of jeans short she had that were just long enough to hide her dick. She had stopped wearing them because of a tear in the back that exposed half of one of her ass cheeks, but that was perfect, she took a knife and went to work making a few more holes that would like natural. When it was all done you could see at least 50% of her ass, but her balls and cock would be safely hidden, or at least as much as they ever were.

She gave herself a once over in the mirror, Her tits were on display, her ass was basically hanging out, and she was about to go to a party with a girl who was attracted to her. She didn’t even believe that she was awake and pinched her arm.

“owww fuck… okay… I’m awake… and going to a party…”

A few nervous hours passed as she waited until dark and made her way to the house where the part was. It was a little ways from campus and Sofia was freaking out about walking around in public dressed in such slutty clothing. Aside from a dirty look or two she didn’t have any trouble making it though she did end up being a little late while trying to keep herself concealed. She could hear the music from a few houses down, and cars lined the roadside. People were on the front lawn talking, and the door to the house was wide open. She saw people with solo cups inside, some were talking, others dancing, and none paying any attention to her. That was fine by her, she didn’t want anyone looking at her… well, almost nobody, there was one person she hoped would be looking at her…

Sofia stepped through the door and started to work her way through the crowd toward an empty spot by the back wall. The music was loud and the entire place was hot and already smelled like beer. Someone handed her a cup and she took it out of reflex, never catching sight of who handed it to her through the crowd. She made it to the open spot and breathed out heavily, the press of bodies would normally have gotten her dangerously hard, but today she was thankful for feeling nervous, it was helping to keep her dick in check and her large pussy dry. She sipped at her drink and tried to enjoy the music, she liked this song and was actually enjoying herself a little. Then someone tripped.

A guy who was carrying multiple drinks tripped and sent a full cup of beer spilling onto the tight white shirt of a girl. she shouted out in suprise but was laughing a moment later, her tits were easy to see through the wet white shirt and she pulled it up over her head and gave everyone a good view of her tits before demanding the shirt of the guy who ruined hers. Sofia nearly choked on her drink, her thick cock started to stir and she could feel herself getting aroused. With her other hand she tried to push down on her dick, to keep it tucked away, but she wasn’t having much luck.

There was no way to take care of this, she had to do something…there! An loveseat near the kitchen door was unoccupied and she started to work her way through the crowd toward it. She got stuck between a group dancing though, and as more people piled into the room the press of bodies was too much, she was trapped for a moment, and she felt something. A girl in front of her was grinding against her, her ass rubbing against Sofia’s cock without realizing that she was bumping up against a girl. Sofia wanted to try and get away, but the feeling of another girl on her dick was too much, she couldn’t bring herself to move. The girl could feel how huge the dick was she was grinding her ass against and she was more than a little impressed, either this guy had quite the erection going or he was hung like a horse. She turned to see who she was nearly giving a lap dance to, but there was just a girl behind her. She gave a confused frown and Sofia took her que to duck away. She eventually broke free from the crowd and nearly fell into the chair.

She could feel her heartbeat, not in her chest, but in her pants. The drink was strong and she was already feeling a little flush even after only having half a cup’s worth. She had always been a bit of a lightweight, but the combination of getting a little buzzed with having her dick rubbed was enough that she was having trouble not reaching her hand into her pants and…

“Sofia! Hey! It’s Karlie!” Karlie waved from the other side of the room, making her way toward Sofia. Time seemed to slow, Karlie was walking toward her, she was wearing a short skirt and a loose tanktop that did little to hide her tit, Sofia on the other hand was wearing a goofy smile and she had fourteen inches of girlcock poorly stuffed in her left pant leg, waiting for her. Karlie plopped down onto the loveseat, half in the seat half on Sofia’s right leg. “Looks like your already having some fun.” She nodded toward Sofia’s drink.

“I only had a little bit! It’s strong though!”

“Yeah Brian got the good shit this time! She laughed, twirling her blonde hair and snuggling up to Sofia. Sofia could feel her breathing on her neck, it was sending chills through her body despite the heat of the room, and she had to will herself to not loose it right there. "What took you so long to get here!?”

“I uhhh.. I-”

“Doesn’t matter, your here now!” Karlie’s hand slid up Sofia’s right thigh and she moaned loud enough that a few guys nearby started to grin and watched them. “Hey, you wanna dance or something!? Or should we go upstairs?!”

Karlie was actually inviting her… upstairs… to..

Karlie didn’t need an answer to know what Sofia wanted and she stood up pulling on Sofia’s hand. Sofia tried not to stumble as she was pulled up the stairs to the sound of excited cat calls from a few of the other party goers.

“I know it’s a bit early to go up here, but I there’s more than one reason I chose you to help me with that flyer.” She opened one of the bedroom doors and pushed Sofia in. “I was hoping that I could convince you to come to the party with me, I… I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.”

Sofia sat on the bed and just watched as Karlie shut the door and locked it, then began to walk toward her slowly. As she pulled the tie from her hair and let it loose, spilling over her shoulders in a golden cascade. She gave Sofia a hungry look. “So… Are you enjoying the party yet?”

Sofia nodded dumbly

“Then maybe you should… you… should…” Karlie’s words drifted off and dhe just kind of looked at Sofia. Sofia was confused for a moment before she realized that her pants weren’t concealing her dick as much as she hoped, there was a noticeable bulge in front and Karlie had certainly noticed it.

“Maybe… You should take off your pants…” Karlie walked forward and ogt on her knees at the foot of the bed, edging close to Sofia and looking up into her eyes. Sofia was so nervous, and so excited at the same time, she fumbled with the zipper to her pants until Karlie helped her. Karlie’s hand rubbed over her bulge and reached the zipper, pulling it down and exposing her pink boy shorts, which were already slick.

“So when were you gonna tell me?”

“Tell you?” Sofia tried to sound innocent.

Karlie gave her a oh really look and stuck her hand under Sofia’s shorts, grabbing her dick. “When were you gonna tell me that you were wearing a strap… on… wait… this is… Do you really have a..?”

“A dick… yeah… I..”

“You have a dick?”

“.. And a pussy… I was born with… with both..”

“T-thats… I mean… It’s… huge…”

“Y-yeah… I know… trust me it’s a bit of a hassle…”

“No… It’s… amazing…” She pulled down Sofia’s shorts and the fourteen inch beasts popped free, it’s shaft towering upwards toward Sofia’s breasts. “Holy fuck… that’s… I don’t even know if it will fit..” She took her hand and covered it in pre from Sofia’s thick head, and started to rub it up and down the length of it. Sofia gasped softly, she had never felt someone else touching it before, and she had to stopped herself from bucking her hips into Karlie’s hand. Karlie grinned as how sensitive Sofia was and began to gently lick at her glans.

Sofia’s mind was blank, all that mattered right now was the girl below her, her hands, one stroking her lengthy shaft while the other firmly cupped her balls, and her tongue trailing slowly around the edge of her tip. The feeling of Karlie’s hot breath as her tongue curled around Sofia’s girth was making her balls clench tight, and her pussy dripping wet. A few agonizingly wonderful moments passed until Karlie finally took Sofia’s head into her mouth. Sofia moaned loudly as she felt the warm confined of the other girl’s mouth. Her hand ran through Karlie’s hair and she gently pulled her forward. Karlie didn’t need further coaxing to take the thick dick deeper into her mouth. She slowly pushed her way downward until she was breathing out her nose with ten inches of girlcock in her mouth. She moved her head up and down slowly, Sofia’s dick bumping against the back of her throat. She had never taken something this big before and she fought through her gag reflex until her mouth relaxed a bit more.

Sofia was in heaven. She died and went to heaven, or at least that’s what it felt like. Every movement that Karlie made left Sofia at the edge of climax. She would tease her cock for a moment, then dive down on it until her cock was ramming the back of her throat, only to pull away and start licking precum off her tip. It was torture in the best way possible and Sofia would have worried that she was going to tear a chunk of the bed away with how hard she was gripping it had she been aware. Karlie could feel how stiff and heavy Sofia’s balls were, how badly she needed to cum, and though she had an aching need of her own to be filled she wanted to feel Sofia cum inside her, she wanted to taste her girlcum and she blew her load.

Karlie motioned for Sofia to pull her long blonde hair from her face, regretting having undid the tie that held it back. Sofia pulled it tightly and Karlie yelped a little, but the noise was muffled by the huge dick stretching her mouth wide, and she sucked harder as Sofia pulled. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down quickly, the feeling of Sofia’s sock ramming the back of her throat was nearly making her see stars but she didn’t care, and she adjusted position and was able to pick up speed a bit better. Sofia couldn’t take another moment, she had so much pent up inside her, she just needed… needed to.. Karlie rammed downwards and managed to take the full length of Sofia’s massive dick at the same moment that Sofia was ready to break. A torrent of cum flooded out of her, and her hot load shot into Karlie’s throat and mouth. Karlie eye’s bulged, it was so much cum, so much more than she had expected. A single drop managed to escaped her tightly closed lips and she struggled to keep it all in as Sofia continued to cum load after load. It seemed to go on forever, and Karlie felt like she was about to pass out when the cock slowly began to pull out. Sofia cum was warm and thick, slightly sweet salty with an earthy bitterness, Karlie was surprised that it tasted… kind of good… she actually liked the taste of it..

Sofia felt herself explode, it was like a bomb went off and blew up a damn inside her. She felt like years of shame and hiding had been washed away in a glorious deluge of cum. She was panting for breath nearly as badly as Karlie and she fell backwards onto the blankets, her leg twitched a little and she shivered in the coolness of the night air on her skin.

“Wow… that..” Karlie stretched her jaw a little. “That was a lot of cum… ”

“Yeah..”

“I was… wow… I mean.. Is it always that much?”

“No… that was…”

“Amazing… I’ve never… I mean,,, I’ve practiced before with …. things… but that’s the first time I’ve actually…”

'Your good… your great… that was… “

"That was great wasn’t it.” Karlie laughed. “You even taste great..” she got up and laid on the bed beside Sofia, curling up close to her. Her thighs squeezed tightly around Sofia’s and her breasts were rubbing against each other. Karlie leaned in and gave Sofia a kiss. Sofia tasted something strange and realized a second later that it was her cum, her first instinct was to pull back, but she couldn’t resist Karlie, and… she did taste good, she pushed closer, letting Karlie’s tongue explore her mouth while her hands roamed the blonde’s body. She found a pert nipple and started to trace a circle around it, slowly coming to it’s center and flicking it softly before pressing her hand against her tightly. Karlie moaned softly, her body was begging for attention, sucking Sofia off had left her a mess. Her pussy was drenched, and her clit needed to be touched, she desperately wished that Sofia’s hand would find their way down to her click folds.

Sofia gently trailed her hand over Krlie skin, watching as she arched her back, and thrust her hips slightly. Sofia’s hand eventually ran over Karlie’s navel and across her stomach until she reached her waiting sex. She could feel the intense heat and need from inches away, and as she began to inch closer to her prize she felt just how wet Karlie had got. Her mound was covered in her juices and Sofia cupped it with her hand, until she heard a needy mewl escape Karlie’s lips. Sofia started to gently rub at Karlie’s clit while two other fingers spread her and began to tease her labia. Karlie wasn’t in the mood for foreplay, she had waited long enough and she pulled Sofia’s arm and hand down, applying more pressure until she felt a finger slip in, and then another. Soon Sofia had three fingers driving into Karlie’s dripping pussy, keeping a steady pace as she rubbed her clit and fingered her. Karlie groaned, this was so much better when it was someone else doing it… Sofia was masterful in her attention to Karlie’s pussy, and she only stopped when she felt something touch her own. Karlie’s hand had snuck it’s way past her dick which was already hard again despite only a few minutes having passed. Now Karlie was feeling just how large Sofia’s pussy was.

Karlie wasn’t surprised somehow, it seemed right that with such a big dick she would have a nice wide hole and thick lips too. She didn’t wait for an invitation before she slipped two fingers inside her, only to realize that wasn’t going to be enough. She switched to using all five of them once she saw just how large Sofia was, and were they in a different position, she would easily have been fisting the dark haired herm. Sofia was eagerly thrusting into Karlie, spurred on by the feeling of her own cunny getting slammed by all five of the blonde’s fingers. The girls worked like a machine, pistoning in and out, as one girl entered, the other pulled out, and when she drove back in, the first would ease out. They could both feel it growing, both approaching an eruption of pleasure as they explored the depths of each others pussies. Karlie came first, her body tensing up, and then every became very light, a glowing warmth turned to fire for a moment and she shook as she gripped Sofia’s hand.

Sofia couldn’t hold back after feeling Karlie cum with her hand still inside her and she was hit with a orgasm of her own. The second was nearly as good as the first and she felt her body pulse and go limp as she squirted a small amount of her feminine juices down Karlie’s arm and shot a second load all over Karlie’s leg.

Karlie’s gasped at the sudden warm wetness, and grinned as she rubbed it over her leg, her eyes still closed and lost in the bliss of her post orgasm haze. Both the girls laid on the bed for what seemed like hours, the only sound was there ragged breathing and the echos of the base from the music below them. 

Happy Birthday Marianne. I hope you get all the coochie you could ask for.

Premise:Marianne’s full of feelings. Her professor looks so pretty, it’s making the tent in Marianne’s dress enormous! The only problem is her religious upbringing has made her deathly timid of using any vulgar words. Can she explain her raging, throbbing emotions with her mushmouth in the way? 

Length:~5600 Words

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Marianne’s words came in labored stutters. She pulled against her dress, battling the raging demon rising and throbbing between her thighs.

“Oh, dear goddess. Oh my dear goddess.” She mumbled.

Every muscle in her being was screaming to race into action as her darling teacher approached the podium. Lately, Byleth had made it no secret her primary intention wasn’t to teach. No, the way the professor had been dressing made her current focus clear. That terribly small set of short shorts had shifted into a sad excuse for a belt she called a mini skirt. She didn’t need to even bend over to see her panties. Those tights… urgh, what was with those tights!? They were such an innocuous item to her before, but with so much more leg exposed, they made her heart race! Gosh, and that was only her features downwards. Marianne could hardly look at her chest and those horribly undersized clothes without her hands shooting down to keep down that pillar of shame! Byleth wanted attention, and Marianne couldn’t look away!

Marianne had long since been through puberty, but had thought nothing of it. Though her body was burdened by an unusually large and active organ on her crotch, she’d somehow never felt the burning urges she saw her peers going through, the ones the church had warned her about for nearly her whole life. Yet now, as an adult on the verge of completing her studies, those feelings had finally caught up to her. Boys had never gotten her that special sort of excited. That reality had fooled her into thinking she was devout enough to dodge temptation. Yet now, she learned she was merely looking in the wrong place. Other girls got her this sort of “special excited”. Very special excited. Her dear professor especially got her very, very special excited.

Yet, just as her urges had started to flair to new heights, Marianne had come to realize she had no vocabulary for the lewd!

Her clerical upbringing had preached so much on the wrongs of promiscuity that she’d quashed fresh interests as they sprouted. Not to mention, her constant mental cacophony of guilt had drawn her attention away from figuring out the blooming intricacies of young adults interacting intimately. She wasn’t just too awkward to healthily express her carnal desires. She was so poorly versed in the naughty and so terribly embarrassed to embrace it, she couldn’t even bear to say a dirty word on her lips!

That usually wasn’t an issue. She could keep being the same good church girl as she’d always been, and successfully quell the very large, very long impulses between her legs. Yet, something about the way Byleth was flaunting her goods now interested her. Something about the way she walked all labored and dripping with unfamiliar liquids after leaving a closet with Professor Manuela tested her. The naughty side of Marianne’s mind had awakened. She’d always considered her professor to be a dear friend. Now, she wanted to be more than just a friend, whatever that was.

These feelings were embarrassing. Marianne wished they were easy to contain, but she had to admit they weren’t unpleasant. Embracing these thoughts on such a rare occasion would fill her with this energy she’d scarcely felt before. Whenever her mental fortitude started to wane, when that constant internal monologue telling her to focus on something else peeled away and vivid imagery filled her head instead, her heart raced like nothing else. She always seemed to go back to the same picture. Her professor and herself together. Byleth would smile and then… a-and then she’d bend her knees a-and…

“Marianne?” A deep voice rang.

Marianne snapped back to earth. Her eyes went wide, her face went beat red. She looked up. A face didn’t greet her. An exceedingly ample chest in tight clothes, still wobbling a little from that last clack of the heels, met her gaze.

Marianne’s hands quit their wrestling against the bulge in her dress. She gawked open mouthed at the big round feminine shapes as the tent pitched in her clothing became readily apparent to anyone nearby.

“…Marianne?” The voice repeated.

Finally, Marianne’s head tilted fully upwards. Her professor, her dear, beautiful professor’s face stared back. Such fine deep purple eyes, such soft skin… Byleth was… Beautiful? Beautiful worked, but it felt inaccurate. The way her lips glistened in the lights, freshly moisturized, gleaming with pink makeup, just so very plump, all of that was more than just beautiful. Her face was… A word. A word she couldn’t find in her prim and proper brain. A word she knew was deep in that forbidden, quelled side of her mind she must have heard Sylvain mutter once. Marianne wanted to touch those lips. With her hands? No, no. With her own lips? An even deeper rush of red ran across her face. Yes. Yet, most of all, she really, really wanted to touch those lips with her-

“Marianne!” Byleth shouted.

“G-GAAAH!” yelped Marianne. Oh gods, she’d really gotten so lost in Byleth’s face that she’d just been daydreaming! How long had she even been staring?

“P-professor! I-I’m so, s-so sorry!” Marianne blurted, mind racing to scourge up some excuse. “I-I was just so sleepy from attending to the stables that I-”

“Marianne, this behavior is unacceptable.” Byleth calmly stated. “If you don’t pay attention in class, then I…”

Now Marianne was the one to be left hanging mid conversation while someone’s focus drifted elsewhere. Byleth’s pupils had darted down, not long at all, just for a split second. Yet, that first glance was the first taste of a drug. Her dear teacher couldn’t help but take a more involved look. The moment she tried to look away and continue their conversation, her muscles failed her. Her attention sunk totally south.

Byleth was absolutely hypnotized by that tower in Marianne’s lap.

Marianne didn’t know how to react as she looked at her teacher’s face. Steadily she saw Byleth’s typical blankness flair into a face flushed full. Marianne hadn’t yet groked the language of love, but even she realized what was happening. The way Byleth’s eyes glistened, the way her jaw was adrop, the way her drool dangled on her tongue as she desperately craved… something… was clearly more than just happy.

And with her dear teacher so perplexed, Marianne grew curious. She shifted her hips a bit. The tent standing tall beneath her dress shifted. Byleth’s head followed on instinct. Marianne grew frazzled at all this attention. That strange feeling was coming back again, steadily cleaving through any sense of embarrassment from before. Her already tall standing dress bulge surged just a little taller, and flexed beneath its cloth prison. A drop of some fluid unknown to Marianne dewed at the tip, wetting the peak of the structure ever so slightly.

“Oh dear goddess…” Byleth breathed heavily.

“Professor I, um” Marianne felt a need to comment. Animal instincts were taking over. She felt as though the two of them had somehow acknowledged each other as very VERY pretty. She needed to reaffirm to her teacher that this funny feeling was all mutual!

“P-professor I really… I-I really w-want t-to…” Marianne couldn’t spit it out. She knew what she wanted to do, but couldn’t find the verb for it!

Her sudden surge of passion raced for any other outlet it could find to race out her mouth! “Y-your lips are… are so gorgeous, Professor. I would um… I l-like when they move!”

Byleth snapped out of her lap bound trance to acknowledge what Marianne had just said.

“Marianne, you can’t distract the teacher by acting in such a strange manner!” Byleth explained. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay late today. We have a lot we’ll need to talk about in a special session of erection.”

Marianne was confused. That word was unfamiliar to her. “E-erection? Is that um… Is that like a special sort of detention?

Byleth’s eyes shot fully open as she finally realized her mistake. Thank god there weren’t any other students in this corner of the class to overhear her!

“N-nope! I just misspoke, let’s not dwell on it much more, shall we?” She hurriedly excused herself. “Marianne just… just please stay late after class. W-we have to focus on some extra things!”

Still Marianne struggled to properly parse this flurry of emotion. She felt like she’d sort of just got that affirmation that the two of them both thought they were that special sort of “really pretty”.

Marianne’s heart started to flutter at that realization. Her racing mind grew bolder. A part of her wanted to do some things quite out of line. Marianne felt a sudden urge to command Byleth, to say they needed to do this, whatever this was, right now! She wanted her body to take over and do whatever was making her heart race!

Yet, even though these unfamiliar desires were so fierce, Marianne couldn’t seem to overcome her natural shyness. That strict upbringing and devotion to the goddess kept the obvious, gargantuan manifestation underneath her dress below cloth. Years of baked in shame were the crumbling walls keeping her from kissing her professor right then and there.

“I’m… s-sure Professor…” Marianne murmured reluctantly.

Class dragged on. So much energy was rushing through Marianne’s veins, it felt as if time was in slow motion. She’d never been this attentive in class. It felt like every word her dear teacher said stuck to her effortlessly. Her concentration only truly lapsed when her dear professor’s lips looked particularly wet. Daydreams sprang as she relished the motion of those luscious lips.

She could see that gorgeous mouth in her fantasies dancing from lecturespeak to more personal interests. They were miming out messages. “Marianne, I’m so lonely”. “Marianne, you’re so cute”. “Marianne I want to…” Urgh what were those words. She couldn’t make them out, but they made that space between her thighs climb even higher. “Marianne I want to something-exciting your something”. “Please something-so-very-exciting my needy something”. Only after all that whirled in her head would Marianne realize her breathing was so heavy it was audible, and her hands were dancing on that shameful spike of linen. Then, she’d turn to the clock expecting an hour to have elapsed, with mere minutes transpiring instead. That was the lesson, over and over again. Marianne had never anticipated anything like these upcoming moments of privacy with the professor.

The lecture ended. Classmates filed out. Normally, Marianne felt a bit of dread for anything related to detention. Yet now, she felt none of that. She was excited. Even she realized this wasn’t really anything related to discipline.

Byleth approached. Fresh beads of sweat dewed on Marianne’s forehead with every clack of her heels. The professor was looking right at her, right at that mountain of shame under her dress.

“Marianne?” Byleth began. “This is unprofessional of me to say the least, but I have to ask… Do I inspire certain feelings in you?”

Marianne nodded her head. She had just about every feeling coursing through her blood.

“P-professor?” Marianne began.

“Yes Marianne?” Byleth replied.

Marianne’s heart raced. The first assertive desires she’d felt in all her adult life were raging inside her. She wanted something. Bad.

Marianne gulped. “P-professor I really want to s-see… s-s-seee y-your… u-um…”

Byleth let it all play out. Marianne got a sense her teacher wanted this all just as bad.

“I-I really want you t-to… t-to… “ Marianne was shaking.

“T-t-turn around!” Marianne asked.

“Turn around?” Byleth repeated.

“N-now!” Ordered Marianne.

Oh… oh my god, she’d just told her teacher, her superior, to do something! Such a rush! To her astonishment, her dear teacher obeyed. Byleth wasn’t mad or ready to scold Marianne. It almost looked as if there was a smile in the corner of her lips as she executed the command.

Marianne felt wild. She felt uncontrollable, and totally ready to take further control and finally express these raging urges!

Except… Except um… What did she do now? What was the next piece of business when two people really really liked each other? Was it undressing? Oh goddess, but that’s so indecent!

Fresh shame started to churn up in Marianne’s soul as she tried to spit out that next fateful command. Every moment she thought she’d finally found the strength to will the words off her tongue, her lips stumbled and left the girl silent. Her big rigid mound propped between her dress lost some altitude every time. Things grew softer. Yet, finally, after too many arduous attempts, she found the words.

“P-please take off your cl-” Marianne froze. Old religious drillings rang in her head. Things swung down a tier, yet again.

“Sh-show me your back!” Marianne blurted.

“…My back?” Byleth asked confusedly.

Oh no. That wasn’t an exciting thing people did, was it? No, she’d swung too hard the other way! Marianne scrambled to try and keep the spark of the moment alive.

“Y-yeah! Show me it, Professor. I really want to see it.” Marianne elaborated, somehow hoping that’d save face.

Byleth tried to make sense of what Marianne was saying. “When you say back, do you mean my literal back, like shoulder blades and such? Or do you mean, um, farther south? Like do you want to see my bu-”

“The first one!” Marianne rang out. Wait no, damnit! Her impulses to avoid indecency had fully gushed to life once more, and doomed her one easy way out!

Marianne felt terribly awkward. Her voice dropped to a hush and her embarrassment crested to an all time high. She watched as Byleth obeyed her command. The older woman pulled off her jacket, undid the tight black garment hugging her chest, and exposed her near naked back to Marianne, with only a strap of a bra left marking it.

It was certainly a nice looking back, muscular, well defined, as good as a back could get, she supposed. Yet, it didn’t excite Marianne in the slightest. This absolutely wasn’t what super excited people did in privacy! She was just so terribly ashamed. She knew so little about love that she’d fumbled things this spectacularly.

“Is uh… Is my back to your liking?” Byleth asked.

This was too much. Marianne could feel the bewildered disappointment in her professor’s voice. All that rush of control she’d once felt was gone. Marianne had to end this.

“Professor I…” she began. “Thank you for humoring me with all this. I don’t think I really um… I’m…”

“I think I understand, Marianne.” Byleth interrupted. It was evident now things weren’t going anywhere. “This sort of thing can be awkward. If the mood’s passed, the mood’s passed.”

Those words of reassurance felt as if they were padding more regretful sentiment. Marianne’s skirt went totally flat as her attention shifted elsewhere. How dare she grow so close to being scandalous with her dear teacher? Clearly this was all just a ploy by the goddess to test Marianne.

Things seemed to be over. Byleth was redressing and Marianne was content to sit in her usual mire of self doubt. Yet, before either party could fully end the encounter, something small intervened.

“Whoops.” The professor lamented.

Her jacket had fallen to the floor. Byleth bent over to pick up the garment, right before Marianne.

As Marianne sulked in the remnants of another failed human interaction, her eyes caught one last glance of her dear professor. She saw her dear teacher, and more importantly, her dear teacher’s bottom protruding so much.

Was it always that big? It seemed so much larger when it was up close. The way it shook and bounced just by the smallest amount as her other muscles flexed was… Oh, oh dear goddess.

That storm of shaming voices started to evaporate in her mind. That hyper focus Marianne had felt earlier came back in full. The flattened ground of Marianne’s lap came whirling back to life, as a new monument to these unfamiliar emotions came back to their peak form.

Marianne felt something. Her body was going on a sort of autopilot as raw passion took over. Her lips moved all their own in a weak murmur. She couldn’t stop herself from commenting.

“That’s… oh, that’s such a fat ass…” Marianne whispered.

Ass? Marianne knew that word? It was indecent but she seemed to have learned it at some point. Perhaps she’d known it for some time and her chast mind had lied to her about it. New words sprung free. Marianne was… hard? Byleth was… sexy! And Marianne wanted to put her shame… No, Marianne wanted to shove her dick into Byleth’s…

In that moment, it all clicked. Every single building block that had piled for this moment fit together in the perfect shape. All those memories of horribly naughty words she’d heard out of context, all those rude stories she’d overheard and dismissed, all those vivid dreams she’d had where it felt she was just on the edge of something… It all came together. Marianne understood her feelings.

As Byleth put on her jacket, readied herself to leave, and opened the door, Marianne spoke up. “Professor?”

Byleth looked back at the girl. “Yes Marianne?”

A short pause persisted. Marianne looked right into Byleth’s eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say.

“Professor? …I want to fuck you.” She bellowed.

Byleth did a double take. She shook her head in disbelief. Marianne repeated herself.

“I want to fuck you.” She repeated. “Come back in here, take that jacket and top off, and let those big tits bounce for me.”

Byleth’s jaw went wide.

Marianne grew bolder. “I-I want to feel those big titties on my cock while your whore face sucks me off.”

Byleth shut the door.

“A-and I want to fuck your pussy too! I want to break in your slutty fucking cunt with my fat dick! I want to put a baby in your womb! I-I want to fuck you so hard I might put one in your ass too! I-I don’t know if that’s possible b-but… but I want to fuck you hard, Professor! I want to fuck you so ba-”

Marianne’s speech was stopped with a kiss.

Marianne wrapped her arms around her dear professor, drawing her even closer. She savored that sweet wellspring of human emotion that erupted from their lip to lip contact so very dearly. A girl who had scarcely felt worth all her life had everything positive affirmed for her in that moment. She was loved. She was hot shit. And this bitch was about to choke on her dick something fierce.

Byleth’s hands were far more busy all that while. Marianne felt digits claw under her hemline and push her dress aside. Lacey underwear strained to bursting tasted fresh air for the first time that day. The kiss broke as her dear professor had to focus. The waistband was pulled aside.

“Good goddess…” Byleth shuddered.

Marianne’s cock was standing at its full capacity. A cock like a forearm, a gigantic shaft that climbed past the 14 inch mark, stood at attention before the professor. It shook. It writhed. It’s veins pulsed and twitched as blood rushed through the monster. It somehow grew even bigger as the professor drunk the sight in, that beastly flesh just so happy to greet its new hole.

It couldn’t keep its excitement contained. The tower of cock meat flexed. Fresh pre dewed at the surface, built into a bubble, and then slid down the shining shaft. The fluid’s descent guided the professor’s eyes even farther south, to greet the powerplant energizing that thing. Balls the size of apples, the size of Byleth’s own chest were sitting taut and full and begging for a hand to touch them! My god what an amazing cock!

It was clear to see the professor was enraptured. Marianne could see the poor woman’s brain fry as the sight consumed her, as the fumes of cock sweat wafted against her face. There wasn’t a functioning brain in there right now. There was some barely functional amalgam of instincts demanding Byleth suck that monster until it fucked her cunt hard enough to stuff her with kids.

Marianne was eager to perform to her professor’s expectations.

Her hand reached out to pull away at Byleth’s bra. The professor’s luscious breasts, so round and ample and full it was as if the goddess herself resided in them, bounced like whorish balloons from the student’s tug. Marianne groaned in desperation at the sight. She took control and posed the other woman like a toy. She had to get those milky pillows sandwiching her cock!

“I’m gonna fuck your tits! I’m going to fuck your big fat fucking hooker knockers, Professor!” Marianne declared proudly. Shit, it felt good to be this vulgar! This felt like the perfect language for fucking!

Byleth took Marianne’s cues and began to reposition. Slowly she adjusted her pose, taking one of her melons in each hand. She leaned her chest forward, up against that big pillar of girlmeat until it touched the base of her chest. The head was dancing so deliciously close to her mouth.

The professor pressed her boobs together against the cock. Marianne threw her head back in delight. Her virgin lips cried out in bliss as she felt her partner rock those titties back and forth, angling and swishing her cock around in soft mammary flesh. By the time Marianne had regained enough of her senses to open her eyes and look back at her busty slut, the professor was ready to take it one step further. A warm wet tongue wiggled down out of plush pink lips. It touched the damp skin where Marianne’s dewing preseed had just sat. It licked and licked, savoring every second of the heavenly taste of girl cock.

Marianne positively lost it.

The whole girl’s frame started to shake and squirm as her inexperienced body could simply take it no more. Premature orgasm was here! That beastly cock head plumed and burst with a fat glob of sticky white jizz, blasting with impact right against her dear professor’s face! That first massive dam break missed the other woman’s mouth entirely. Upper lip, nose, forehead, even some of her hair was what caught that first shot. Another shot now, a slower, heftier shot. This once finally graced her lips and let her sweet professor read up on the taste of girl semen, though most of it still sloppily blasted against Byleth’s face. A third started to escape. Now her tutor truly took control. Byleth’s mouth wrapped around the head and took every remaining bit of that white geyser into her whore face.

Marianne’s cock continued to shake and writhe. The gush of sperm slowed from hot steaming bursts into a gradual stream-like flow. Things seemed to be calming down. Marianne’s mega shot was nearing completion; good thing too as Byleth’s mouth was packed near full. Finally, it ceased. Byleth choked down as much of that sticky cum as she could. Her mouth was still stained in a sheen of white by the end of her best efforts, but it was still enough to talk.

It seemed as though the professor was worried that Marianne might be self conscious about blowing her load already.

Byleth smiled warmly. “It’s okay that you blew prematurely Marianne. If we’re done already-”

“Done?” Marianne asked confusedly.

As that ridiculous slab of cock departed from Byleth’s hands, it took on new life. That steadily softening semi-erection was back at peak throb with just a few stray pumps of Marianne’s hands. Straggler strains of semen dirtied her hands as her flexing cock cleared the way for more.

“Professor, when people fuck, do they only go one round?” She asked. “I heard something like that from Ingrid about Sylvain going one round, but I figured she was lying! I nut at least three times in tissues before I’m satisfied! I still really want to fuck your pussy and your ass really really bad!”

Byleth looked like she was in shock. Her eyes darted between Marianne’s face and Marianne’s rock hard dick. It seemed she couldn’t believe such a shy girl was actually a nymphomaniac fuck queen. Maybe now she had just realized what she’d gotten into.

Marianne was tired of this. Maybe she had the patience for vacant longful staring when she was too scared to call her cock a pussy crusher, but that wouldn’t do anymore! She was hungry! She needed more!

In a fit of passion, Marianne pushed her dear professor onto a table behind her. That delicious subject was on full display for the excited introvert student. Such a luscious figure, such a toned body, such a cute back! Now only one question remained…

“Ass or pussy?” Marianne asked.

Byleth looked back at her student, specifically at the erect square peg she’d just suggested was going in a round hole.

She gulped. “I don’t think either will-”

“I’ll make it fit!” Marianne interrupted with devilish excitement in her voice.

Any fear left in her initial assessment left as her professor’s pulse started to pound. That deviousness was infectious.

Smiling excitedly, she answered. “Fuck my fat ass!”

Marianne once more took control, manhandling that onahole of a teacher to her liking. Now Byleth was fully on her stomach, with that big behind she’d been flaunting in such short apparel finally exposed for the taking. Her fat dick tapped the entrance to her professor’s anal passage. It flexed and spread just a tad excitedly. That was still tragically small for anything Marianne-sized. Lubricant was needed.

To her surprise, her dear professor presented a vial of some unknown watery substance.

“Do you… always keep that on you?” Marianne asked.

“I thought you might finally pop today.” Byleth answered. “I’ve seen you touch your cock bulge in class before.”

A smug smile crept on Marianne’s face. “Awfully smart for a bimbo”.

Hands grasped the vial. Liquid wet that forbidden hole. The remaining vile’s worth was slathered all over her cock. Now things were truly ready! Marianne pressed her penis against that entrance again. Still resistant. This time though, she wasn’t deterred.

She pushed. She pushed and angled and shoved her dick against that hole with as much force as she could muster. Steadily it dug in, just a little. Tight anal ring hugged her cock tip. Her professor was breathing heavily. She could hear her grunt, trying to flex that muscle to relax it. Her efforts were rewarded. Slowly and steadily, Marianne started to sink in!

“Fuck! Fuuuuuuck~!” Byleth started to groan.

Those wails only made Marianne grow bolder. Further in she dove! Finally, her cock head was totally encased in Byleth’s forbidden hole!

With her teacher’s defenses shattered by the stretched anal ring, all that resistance was far lessened than before. Marianne could shove her huge shaft in far more easily now, garnering nothing more than easily quashed resistance and a primal groan from her teacher.

It was finally time to fuck this ass for all it was worth!

Marianne’s hips went to work. She dove her deepest into sphincter yet, pressing all but the last few inches up Byleth’s ass. Her teacher was panting and mewling in such a wild mix of emotions.

“So full…” She gasped. “S-so full…”

Relief came not long after. Marianne pulled back, her own face contorting as those sensitive nerves on her cock head felt the delicious squeeze of Byleth’s insides. Then, back in she went! In and out, over and over, Marianne started fucking her teacher’s bouncy backside!

The girl was quick to grow bolder. Just a minute or two of slamming that wet, thick cock out of that newly loosened whore hole and she was ramping up the pace. Byleth was holding on to the side of the table for dear life. If Marianne hadn’t frequently shot to muffle her professor’s loud moans with her hands, the whole monastery would have known just how good she was at dicking Byleth.

Yet, Marianne didn’t stay in control to stem blissful moans for too long. This felt far too good. That tender squeeze of flesh, that delicious blunt impact of her balls pressing against cheeks, all mixed with the most lavous image of her half naked teacher taking it all… Fuck it was way too hot!

Hands shot to hips as Marianne grew more excited. Her fingers sunk into wonderfully tender flesh, the perfect sensation to drive her railing even harder. Faster she went, like an animal in a frenzy. Every moment she gave into the desire to go faster and harder felt better than the last! She was intoxicated, in a fit of manic fucking!

“Professorrrrr~!” She groaned. “Professor you’re so beautif… You have such a nice voi… F-fuck, your ass is so fucking TIGHT! NNNNGHHHH~!”

There was no stopping it! Marianne’s balls clenched and rumbled, draining and squeezing that taut full ballsack as hard as her muscles could! With a loud, wet, noisy *SPLRT!* Marianne’s fire hose yet again erupted!

Even with her cock plunged so deep into her dear teacher’s asshole, the sound of her cumshot was fully audible to the duo. While most of the load was flooding Byleth’s gut at an intense rate, enough was deluging out to make a noisy backwash flooding back out Byleth’s bottom onto Marianne’s crotch!

Now the beast-cursed girl froze, forcing her ridiculous cock down to all but the hilt inside Byleth. Her head was thrown up high, groaning as an even larger load than the one she’d pumped on teach’s face and titties drained into their new home. She was totally awash in the sweet pleasure of release, not at all caring about the sloppy spray of her own cum blasting back out Byleth’s backside onto the table. She didn’t even notice Byleth’s concerned face as she watched her tummy bloat and balloon from the obscene volume of cum Marianne was unloading inside her. She just let it happen, absorbed in the sheer bliss of orgasm.

When the flow from her manhood finally ceased, only then did Marianne get a picture of the situation. Cum was soaking her crotch, a considerable portion of table, and dribbling onto the stone floors below. Byleth looked lethargic, and well satisfied. Her stomach looked as if it were three months pregnant, just from the flood of Marianne’s fluids.

“Ooooh… Oh Marianne… “ Byleth spoke out. “That was wonderful…”

After a brief pause, Marianne retorted. “Was?”

The girl’s giant python withdrew from Byleth’s hole. An enema of semen leaked out of her dear professor the moment the cork was pulled, further ruining the wooden fixture with their sin. Marianne’s cock was no limp and ready to rest rod. Even after two ejaculations that would put dragons to shame, she was still hard as a rock.

“B-but Professor!” Begged Marianne. “I still haven’t fucked your pussy! I need to feel what it’s like! Can’t I please still fuck your folds! I need to feel what a skank’s cunt feels like on my fat dick!”

Byleth tried not to laugh. Marianne was really enjoying her new lease on vulgar language.

“Marianne, I’d be happy to, but I’m about to pass out.” Byleth answered after a yawn. “I don’t have any energy after fucking that intense. If you fuck my pussy now, I might just fall asleep in the middle of it, even if your thing is that big.”

“…Can we do that?” Marianne asked. “Professor, if I don’t calm my dick down enough, I’m going to end up having to jack off on the way back to my dorm! Can I please pound your whore pussy? Please!?”

That sounded like some lame excuse to keep fucking her. Still, after all this, Byleth hardly seemed out of the mood. Marianne got the feeling that getting used like a jizz tissue by one of her students was positively the hottest thing she’d ever done. Marianne had to agree, it still got her so hard even after spilling so much seed.

“Tell you what” Byleth started, closing her eyes. “You just go to town on me. If I go to sleep, I go to sleep.”

Byleth did one last shift of her body to get on her back. She spread her legs and let Marianne have full access to that pretty pink pussy of hers, ready to get gaped to insanity by Marianne’s monster cock.

At first it seemed as though the shock of something that large inside her might drum the professor back to life. Her eyes bulged back open for a moment. Her expression was enthralled. Yet, in mere minutes of pussy pounding, Byleth had relaxed back to the point of near unconsciousness. It wasn’t long until Marianne was happily plowing away at her teacher’s cunt, all while her body was limp and snoring…

——–

Byleth awoke. She could barely see Marianne past her bloated stomach.

“Hm-MM? How long has it been?”

“Over an hour, Professor.”

“And you’re still not done?”

“N-no. It’s too good!”

“How many times have you cum inside me?”

“Th-three.”

“Urgh, I’m for sure pregnant. I’ll be lucky if I don’t have triplets…”

“Should I stop Professor?”

Byleth’s eyes were shut again.

“Professor?”

Byleth’s legs weakly wrapped around Marianne’s waist.

“Keep going until… *Yawn* Until you’re fucking dry…”

“Professor! Language!”

Marianne got to trying for quadruplets.

Adelayne sort of hovered in the space at the edge of your field a vision, the place where you almost think you can see a thing until you try and look then it’s gone. Her fiery eyes glowed warmly as she  watched Norah and Samantha, it wasn’t the first time she had stopped by to watch the girls fuck, and she was happy to watch them go at it again.

“Hmmm…. My Norah’s gotten pretty… attached to that thick slab of pony cock of hers, and little Sammie worships it like a good little slut.” Adelayne rapped her fingers against the wall as she thought devious  thoughts. Her eyes followed every thrust of the slick black shaft as the brunette drove it deep into the depths of the moaning blonde. The girl’s had been living together for a few weeks now, and they were  fucking more often than ever, if such a thing was possible. Adelayne was impressed at Samantha’s stamina, but the poor girl was taking sixteen inches of living latex horsecock in one hole or another multiple  times a day, everyday now that they shared a bed. She did look a bit worse for the wear. Samantha’s glasses were on the dresser, and her eyes looked tired, she seemed to be sucking Norah’s cock on reflex  alone now that they had shifted positions. Of course Norah was still as ready as ever, her dense balls churning with yet another load of her warm seed.

“Tsk, tsk, StalionGirl, you’re gonna break that slut of yours if you keep it up.”

Norah’s whole body tensed and she came out of surprise alone, filling her girlfriend with another heavy load. Sam didn’t even look like she heard the demon, her own short orgasm leaving her twitching and  moaning before she collapsed into a heap on the pink bed cover and passed out.

“A-Adelyane?” Norah gasped in a mixture of fear and shock.

“In the crimson flesh!” Adelayne laughed, not bothering to maintain her illusion of the pierced girl with the black faux hawk any longer than she had to. The red skinned demon with the curled goat liked  horns sauntered over to Norah. The brown haired girl remained motionless, her body as rigid as her permanently hard cock. Adelayne stood behind Norah, her body pressed close enough that Norah’s balls touched  her thighs, and Adelayne’s hands roamed over her body. She leaned in and breathed in the scent of Norah’s hair as she let her hands slowly glide down her body until they reached Norah’s dick, it’s smooth  surface was still wet with Sam’s juices and throbbing with need.

“Soo… how has my favorite little stallion… my Norah… been these days?” She gripped Norah’s cock tightly, then began to stroke the near foot and a half dick softly. “I see you two have been quite busy  enjoying’ my gift.”

Norah had a rush of mixed emotions, she was frightened, she was angry, she was… horny, and grateful on some sick level… She… she wanted to yell at her, to… to push her down… and..

“Now now my Norah, such dirty thoughts.. You really are an animal, I knew I made the right call giving you a tool befitting such a beast.” Adelayne grinned a sharp smile and pulled Norah’s hair until she  made eye contact. “You only get to fuck me when I say you do…. now..” one of her hand cupped Norah’s chin. “let’s talk about little Sammie… poor girl, she looks so… used.”

Samantha lay in a sex induced slumber, cum splattered and dried on her face, her pussy swollen and red from continual punishment from Norah’s endless virility.

“Don’t you think we should do something about it.”

“D-don’t you… don’t you do anything to her, she didn’t make any wishes!” Norah tried to summon some courage in the face of the ruby skinned demoness.

Adelayne flicked a forked tongue out in a mixture of agitation and wry amusement. “True enough… Alright, how about this, I’ll make you a deal. If you can get me off without cumming, I’ll leave little Sammie  be, but if My Norah hasn’t learned how to please a girl without cumming inside her, then I’ll have my way with this cockslut of yours.”

Norah went to deny Adelayne’s plans but instead of protests an agreement came out of her mouth.

“Yes, I agree to these terms, I wish that if I cum before you, you can do what you please to little Sammie.” The words fell out of her mouth mechanically and she clamped her hands over her traitorous lips as  she finished. Her eyes flared with anger and she snapped at the demon. “I didn’t say that, or at least I didn’t mean any of it. Y-You, you made me say it! Don’t I have to… to want the wish or something!?”

“Details, nobody double checks wishes anymore, that’s a lot of paperwork, and trust me, there a lot more fun of things to do than making sure theirs no trickery going on in a demon wish. Besides, I’m a  demon, I break the rules. Tough.”

Norah stifled a growl as Adelayne started to stroke her with a better rhythm, clearly trying to get her as close as possible before they even started. Norah was having none of it though, and she grabbed the  grinning demon’s wrists and threw her onto the bed beside her unconscious girlfriend.

“Oooh so strong, such a beast, is it time to give me another taste of that  big black cock of yours?” Adelayne pushed Norah back and dove at her, managing to wrap her tight lips around the thick cock before  Norah could react.

It was like heaven… or hell to be more correct, it felt so good, so hot it was nearly painful, and that thin forked tongue had a mind of it’s own, working it’s way down her shaft as inch after inch of her  member slid into the demon’s mouth. It was only a few moments, but for Norah it was an eternity, she grabbed Adelayne by the horns and pulled her off, her dick eventually popping free of it’s tight warm  prison with a wet schlick and a pop.

Norah didn’t take her eyes off the demon, Adelayne wasn’t going to be easy to beat, but Norah had a few tricks of her own. Two could play at this game, she took advantage of the demon’s lack of clothes and  quickly buried her own face in her adversaries crotch. The heat emanating from the demoness was almost too much, if her mouth was an oven, her pussy was a burning building. Norah felt dizzy, but she pushed  herself to try and work the slutty demon into an orgasm as quick as possible. Adelayne could have easily overpower the bold futa, but she just laughed and pulled her in closer. Norah couldn’t breathe, her  face was trapped in the crimson lap of her foe, the thick scent of the demon’s arousal filling her senses, and the taste of her juices dancing on her tongue as her face quickly became soaked by the demon.  Norah didn’t know if this had been the best plan, as much as she hated to admit it, grinding her face against the demon’s crotch and forcing her tongue inside her was making her feel even more horny.

“It’s almost a shame I gave you a horsecock, you’re pretty good with that tongue, imagine if it was a foot long and felt as good as a cock, that would have been fun…” Adelayne trailed off for a moment as the  thought of toying with Norah’s body again got her a bit closer than she would like to admit. She wasn’t about to loose to the human girl though, and she roughly pushed her back, knocking her onto her ass and  sending her rigid dick pointing to the ceiling, perfectly align for Adelayne to hop onto. The demoness moved with catlike grace and had her slick red lips hovering a tantalizing inch above the already slick  stallion cock the jutted so proudly from Norah’s crotch.

For the second time Norah felt her dick slide into the well trained tool that was Adelayne’s pussy. There was no resistance as the full length of her cock entered the gaping hole, and she could only murmur  out a cry of pleasure as she felt her blunt head being cradled by Adelayne’s tunnel of flesh. A spade tipped tail wrapped around Norah’s balls and squeezed them tightly as the demon moved like a machine, a  piston like lift and drop, Norah’s cock nearly coming free before Adelayne dropped back down and bottomed out on her stiff dick over and over.

Norah didn’t want to admit it, but she was loosing the battle. No amount of marathon sex was enough to prepare for this, and it didn’t matter how many times she had came recently, her balls always felt as  full as if she hadn’t came in ages, a permanently case of near blue balls that left her in a state of constant arousal and easy to get off most times. Adelayne on the other hand was struggling to keep  composure, there was something about Norah’s hot rubber dick that was so… perverted. Maybe she just had a thing for corrupting wishes, or maybe she just had a thing for Norah, but either way, she wasn’t one  to loose a bet, and she had one more trick up her sleeve to ensure victory.

Norah thrust her hips up as Adelayne came down, determined to give as good as she got in hopes of winning, but she didn’t notice as the spade tipped tail let go of her balls and moved away from her for a  moment. It’s shape changed as it loomed behind Adelayne, out of Norah’s view. the spade tip seemed to retract, and the tail became more of an even cylinder instead of it’s normal taper. Soon it started to  thicken until it was nearly two inches wide, and the end of it took on a distinctly phallic shape. Sure this was a desperate ploy, but nobody could resist her tailcock, especially when it suddenly entered  them.

Norah grinned, she had Adelayne right where she wanted her, she could see it on her face, she was close.

Norah felt a strange pressure against her butt cheeks, then it pressed against her backdoor. It felt hot and slick, and she didn’t have a chance to figure out what was going on before the thick cock tail  pushed it’s way in, penetrating Norah’s ass with ease and beginning to thrust in tandem with the demon’s movements.

It was too much, Norah couldn’t hold on for another second. The tail fucked her ass roughly as the muscles of Adelayne’s lava hot pussy milked her cock, she gripped at the floor, trying to avoid the  inevitable with a whimper.

“No…no…noooooo!”

“Yes, yes, YEESS!” The demon mocked her as she felt the girl cum within her, shooting load after load of cum deep within her demonic womb. The pleasant feeling of being full washed over the goat horned  temptress as her magical energies were fueled once more by the thick load and magical contract she had forced the girl into.

Norah was panting, her hips ached from slamming into the demon so hard, and she was covered in sweat, worse than that, she had lost. Her eyes darted over to her unconscious lover and the demon simply  grinned.

“Now… what should we do to your little toy slut? Maybe… a tail like mine, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. She waved a clawed hand in a runic fashion and Samantha groaned in her sleep as her spine  lengthen and grew outward into a long tail with a cock like end. “Hmmm… no that won’t do..” She twisted her hand and the tail vanished into a cloud like poof that would have made Norah laugh if it wasn’t in  such a tense situation. “Maybe… Maybe I should just give her something equine to match up with your horsey dick.” She moved her hand again in a twisted fashion and another reddish glow washed over the  sleeping girl, her pussy taking on a more equine shape before Norah’s eyes. “And if you two are just gonna fuck like animals I suppose she should be as ready as you are. A pussy that is always wet, so wet it  drips, never tiring, never sore, always ready, always needy. Little Sammie’s perfect puss, perfect for my Norah’s big cock to cum in.”

Norah would have been horrified, but… she wasn’t. She should have been, but… Samantha’s thick folds were wet and inflamed with arousal, she could smell how wet she was even at this distance, and if the  thought of fucking her had made her balls ache before, the scent of her wet pussy was driving her wild. She felt like she had no control of her body, but Adelayne didn’t have to use magic to guide the flared  tip of Norah’s cock into the waiting hole. Even in her sleep Sammie moaned deeply and gripped the blankets, the feeling of her lover’s horsecock was better than ever in her newly ‘improved’ pussy.

Adelayne drifted to the back of the room, momentarily forgotten in the cloud of lust that permeated the area. The girls thought that had a lot of sex before, now they were going to be going at it like  animals in heat. The demoness admired her handy work as Norah slammed her lover’s deep hole with her slick rubber tool over and over, her thick balls slapping against the semi conscious blonde. “Such a fine  beast my Norah is, and little Sammie might turn out to be a decent slut toy after all…”

past chapters:

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/123773685762/rubber-horse-chapter-3

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/119211304437/rubber-horse-chapter-2

http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/118292409582/rubber-horse

Just now finishing up Darling in the Franxx even though I had started watching it months ago…