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And just like that, the pleasure, the pressure - it all stopped. When I opened my eyes again, Marisa's frown had just a hint of disappointment. I tried to speak, but she silenced me with a single French-manicured finger. Like the rest of her, her rosy-pink and pure-white nail gleamed in the night, and I almost wanted to start sucking on it.
I didn't get the chance. Marisa's frown slowly turned to a smile, as she began to tap my lips with her finger. It was slow and languid, but each press made a whimper leave my throat. "None of that, now," Marisa began, and then she leaned upwards to whisper into my twitching ears. Each small breath brushed against my earfluff, forcing me to shiver in my seat. "There's no need to be embarrased, I promise. You'll feel great - I'll make you feel great."
She began to rock against me then, making the wooden chair creak from our combined weight. I could feel the soft, pillowy thighs begin to rub around the sides of my throbbing length, my juices and hers keeping the friction warm and slick. "Just relax," she whispered again, even as she grabbed me by my shoulders to push herself up. My nose was buried into her cute, dainty cleavage, and the frills of her bra tickled just a bit. "Enjoy yourself. I certainly will."
For a moment, I thought she was going to mount me right there, simply claiming me with that warm, slick pussy. Perhaps she thought the same; I felt her palm gently press into my shaft as she nuzzled me against her chest, and she seemed to be carefully aligning her body. But then, she relented, and stayed pressed against me as she slid down to her knees. My upper body was still clothed, but the sensations that assaulted my cock had me panting the whole while.
After one last kiss from her soaked panties, she massaged my length with her smooth, warm stomach, tightening her muscles just a bit to ramp up the pressure. Then, I felt her silky bra, the precious softness of her breasts, and the flirtatious tickle of her hair before she finally settled down. Her lovely stocking-clad legs folded out to either side of her, and my penis cast a shadow across her face as she smiled up at me. Resting her cheek in one hand, she turned her starry gaze to my cock, probing its length with her fingertips.
"You're the customer here. Before we get to the hard stuff, I'll get you nice and warmed up..." Marisa closed her eyes and brought her head in close, close enough that I could feel the hot, teasing puff of her breath. Her hand grasped my shaft as gently as she'd held her wineglass, and she coiled a few golden locks around a free finger as she planted a kiss on my cock - the first it had ever received.
I knew that fellatio wasn't anything dirty, but... no one at Eientei had ever considered the idea. The few times Eirin had agreed to fuck me were always cold and mechanical. She was beautiful, and elegant and many other things, but... it was a chore, for her. The faster I got off the faster I could go back to work.
And the other rabbits...we only ever got together when the moon drove us all into a frenzy. It made us go into heat, unable to do anything, think of anything, beyond sex. It may have been good, it may have been bad - I could never remember, and no one ever willingly talked about it, least of all to me.
So even if it was clean, and maybe even normal for Marisa, my heart was pounding so fast it hurt. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I was left gripping my unfastened skirt, stretching it hard enough I could hear it start to tear.
Marisa never took her eyes off me as she began to pepper my length with gentle, soft kisses. She always kept those pink, juicy lips pressed against me, so that I could feel her warm, damp breaths brush alongside my sensitive skin. It was so easy, so incredibly simple, but I was already gasping for air. Her hand made for a aching contrast, her fingers' constant heat and softness only serving to make the feel of her kisses sharper and stronger.
When Marisa finally let go of my length, I actually mewled from the disappointment. I looked down at her, ready to beg for her to continue, to just kiss me one more time - but the witch had better ideas. The tip of my cock, twitching and leaking a thick, gooey precum, was pressed right into her lips. She smiled at me, her serene face completely at odds with the situation. Did it feel good for her, too? Was she really happy to do such a sinful thing? I wanted to know, but asking would have broken the magic.
With a gracefulness that must have been practiced, she parted her lips just a bit and slipped my swollen glans into her mouth. I couldn't help moaning as my tip was enveloped by the blonde's slick lips, which molded onto its shape with a quiet sucking sound. It felt so smooth, wet, and warm, and her teasing had made me terribly sensitive.
She started to suck in slow, gentle waves, each one strong enough to make me twitch from base to tip. I started to leak even faster in response, and her nimble tongue lapped it all up as it darted back and forth. All that attention was focused on just a single part of me, but she had me moaning and trembling in my seat... when I looked down to her, her brilliant eyes stared back up, silently encouraging me to moan even more.
Her fingers were gently laid over my bare thighs, leaving her ready to swallow my entire cock whenever she pleased. If she kept lavishing layer after layer of pleasure onto my glans, sucking and licking and tilting her head back and forth, it would only be a matter of time before I forced her to swallow every inch...
Marisa didn't react at all when I started to hunch over her, burying my fingers in her soft blonde locks and wrapping my thighs around her head as I pulled her down my shaft. I could feel her warmth and wetness pulse around me, each powerful suck trying to coax an even stronger reaction from my sensitive length. I was almost howling from the pleasure, small tears welling up as I started to buck into her eager mouth.
She could have stopped me - pressed her hands against my thighs, or gagged around me, or even just pulled my tail. I was expecting it, in fact, and I was so desperate for more that her lack of resistance, her happy, pleased moans, didn't even cross my mind. All I could think of was focing more of myself inside her, until she had swallowed all of me, her hot, clever tongue lavishing my cock with blissful attention.
"Marisa, I'm, I'm going to..." I tried to warn her, I really did, but the pent-up stress and the novel, feeling of being past her lips destroyed any sense of stamina I had. My knees almost buckled when I came, and my aching, ravished cock began to shoot load after load into the pretty witch's mouth. My legs could barely support me, and I was still mindlessly bucking into her, almost making her gag; if the table hadn't been there to lean on, I no doubt would have fallen over her.
Finally, with a gentle push from Marisa, I fell back into the chair, my arms dropping limp at the sides. My cock still twitched with small aftershocks of pleasure, as did my quivering hips. Small moans crept into my voice as I panted. I'd always let out quite a bit when I came, but an orgasm like that was... only on very late nights, after a minute of pounding into Eirin...
"Mmmm..." For her part, Marisa stayed on her knees, savoring the taste of that massive load as she swallowed it bit by bit. Her vivid pink lips were stained with white, and she was forced to dirty one of her fingers to wipe it off. However, it seemed she'd taken everything in her mouth, not letting a single drop fall to stain her perky breasts or her exquisite lingerie.
"Mmmg... Ah, that's the stuff~" Finally finishing, my companion stood upright and walked straight over to me, leaning over my body as she put a finger beneath my chin. "Feels good to let it all out, doesn't it?"
I didn't have the strength to look up on my own, so Marisa had to do it for me, adding just enough force to tilt my head and make me look into her eyes. I felt... hazy, and satisfied, but Marisa's eyes were wide and sparkling, and very obviously full of energy. "Hmmm? Are you already conking out? You won't get your money's worth that way, Reisen."
Without letting me get in a word of response, Marisa let my head droop again before taking a few steps back, enough to rest on the room's grand four-poster bed. I was still panting, and even though I wasn't done yet, I still needed time to recover; all I could do was watch as Marisa sat down, and spread her firm, beautiful legs ever so slightly. With the moonlight on her, I could tell she was soaked - her thighs were gleaming now, thanks to the trails of juices that had run down them. Her black, silk panties clung to her entrance, creating a vivid cameltoe that left nothing to the imagination.
But even with all of that, my resting period was running a bit too long for either of our liking. That's probably why, as I tried to etch her image into my memory, Marisa's hands began to trail down between her legs.
"If you take much longer, I'm gonna feel insulted. Don't you want a taste of this~?" One of Marisa's hands settled right between her inviting thighs, neatly covering her thin black panties. Straightening her fingers, she started to rub her hand back and forth over her covered slit, tracing the shape of that cameltoe with her middle finger. Her other hand reached up to her chest, forcing itself into the tight space between her breasts and her bra. She easily cupped one of her modest breasts, the tips of her nails sinking slightly into her skin.
Soon, she was tilting her head back and moaning, a low, lustful sound that stirred the basest instincts of my mind. Her curtain of hair shook back and forth with every gasp and tremor, and her stroking seemed to grow noisier by the second as she soaked her panties further and further. She wanted me, wanted to be filled by my cock and then with my seed, laid out and claimed by a strong, virile partner.
That much, I could do. In fact, it seemed like the most wonderful idea in the world. Before I knew it, I was out of the chair, half-stumbling across the room to where Marisa lay. A small smirk graced her lips as she watched me, and she scooted back to the center of the bed - just in time for me to leap on and crawl over her, half-naked and painfully hard.
The soft bed creaked as I landed upon it, hard enough to make both Marisa and the pillows bounce. She took it all in good stride, giggling as I slowly crawled over her. I stopped every few moments to kiss a patch of bare skin here and there, or lean down to smush her breasts against mine. We were still both clothed, but that didn't matter to me - her black ensemble only emphasized her body, directing my attention to her pale, soft flesh and her smooth, exciting curves.
I kissed her as soon as I could, roughly pressing my lips against hers as she began to hold and rub me. I didn't mind the slight salt and bitterness I tasted - in a way, it excited me further, feeling the traces of my cum on her tongue and in her mouth. It made me throb to the point of hurting, and both Marisa's soft thighs and her soaked panties only made it worse. I knew I needed just a bit of patience, and gently move her lingerie to the side, but she was just so warm and comfortable I couldn't wait. I was already starting to thrust my hips into her, the silky fabric the last barrier between me and Marisa's soaked, tight depths.
The witch chuckled at my eagerness, though a moan interrupted her partway through. She pulled me down for a second kiss, slowing my movements for a time as I focused on her mouth instead. Her wet tongue was skilled and nimble, slipping and swirling easily around mine... but she still let me play with it, pausing to let me probe all over her mouth. It was so engaging, I barely noticed as she reached down and shifted her panties aside...
I was distracted from the dance of our tongues when she lightly grasped my shaft and pulled it down, rubbing the tip against something hot and slick. I didn't need to look to know what it was. Breaking the seal of our kiss, Marisa pushed my head back up as she rubbed my tip all over her dripping entrance. Her other hand came down and spread her pink lips wide open, wide enough to welcome my whole swollen girth. A pink blush betrayed the excitement beneath her polished skill, and her shameless anticipation of the rutting to come.
"I'm all ready for you, Reisen. Go on, shove it right in. I won't break."
It was easy to say and hard to do. Just brushing myself against Marisa's soaked lips made both of us shiver and moan. If it hadn't been for her ealier service, I'm sure I would have finished far too quickly. Even then, there was some trouble - Marisa felt almost impossibly tight, and even though her walls were utterly soaked, every inch was a struggle. We had to pause more than once, just to let her delicate folds stretch for me - and for me to get used to her hot, sticky depths.
She felt amazing. Even though I was barely halfway in, her walls coiled around me, tightening and massaging my swollen tip and aching shaft. My whole body was tensing up, trying to keep me from cumming too soon, while I watched Marisa start to grip the sheets and clench her eyes from the sheer sensation. Every little push made us both moan, our voices and bodies starting to intertwine while our hips started to buck.
"That's good, that's good~ Go even deeper, now..." Marisa encouraged me between gasps and moans, her mouth settling into a wide, lewd grin. When her eyes were open, they stared up dreamily at mine or at the canopy above. I could see the pleasure flow through her body, making her twitch and tremor from her eyelids to the tips of her curling toes. It was completely different from how my other partners acted; she was completely absorbed in the action, yet fully conscious of it as well.
Her hot, wet insides were certainly eager to receive me. The slightest movement set them to trembling and tightening, rubbing her endless supply of juices all over my length. Velvety folds covered her walls and gently clung to my length, and her pussy seemed to suck me further and further in. The deeper I filled her, the harder it became to withstand the pleasure, but she kept begging me for more...
"Mmmm! Just a bit more, a little bit more..."
Gritting my teeth, I gave her one last, forceful push... and stuffed her soaked hole completely, a wet smack and two loud moans announcing my triumph.
From then on, all I could notice was her. Her soft and warm skin, just slightly sticky with sweat, was clinging to mine, while each little squeeze and twitch of her tight folds brought her moans just a little higher. I was buried inside her, panting from both the exertion and the pleasure, when I felt her legs wrap around my waist. Her feet were daintily soft, and I could see her giggle as she tightened her grip around me in every meaning of the phrase.
"It feels good... doesn't it?" Marisa managed to say between throaty, tantalizing sighs. She had run her hands underneath my blazer and my shirt, and each little scratch she gave me made me wince, forcing my body closer against hers. It was instinctive - but that didn't make it feel any less amazing. My cock was throbbing as I mutely nodded, each pulse of blood rushing down there driving me crazy. I couldn't trust myself not to say something that would kill the mood, so I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth shut.
She noticed, though, and her pretty nails dug into me just a bit tighter. "Come on, now. Don't worry about anything - I'll take everything ya got, if it's you."
She'd been leaking, and adjusting to me, the whole time she spoke. Her pussy was still almost unbearably tight, fitting like a hot, wet glove around me, but there was enough lubrication that I could move inside her.
I could barely process that this was all happening; I was spending the night in a brothel, buried inside a girl I knew as she clung to me and covered my cheeks in gentle kisses and moans. She was so young, so beautiful...
I moved my hands from her shoulders to the sheets, not wanting to bruise that pale skin with my grip. Bunching the sheets between my fingers, I braced my legs and pulled back. A slow, drawn-out squishing sound leaked from between our hips as I slid out inch by inch, Marisa's hot, wet depths doing their best to suck me back in. I started panting halfway through, nearly losing myself in the ceaseless caressing of her slick, velvety folds. But with her husky encouragements, I managed to pull back halfway, and then slammed straight back into her - the first of many powerful thrusts.
Marisa's legs were still wrapped around me as I started to pound into her, tight enough that I couldn't pull out all the way even if I wanted to. It felt right, forcing Marisa to stretch around my shaft, and hearing her mewl and groan as I started to prod into her womb. Our hips aligned perfectly as I started thrusting faster and harder, and the frills of her tugged-back panties tickled me all the while.
Every inch of me that was out of Marisa's depths felt painfully cold - and every inch that was past her lips was burning hot. I couldn't get enough of the heat, and the way Marisa moaned and shivered with each thrust only urged me on. She had her arms wrapped around me now, clinging to me tight and keeping our breasts mashed against each other, our soft flesh slipping and grinding against each other despite the rough cloth of my shirt and our bras.
We kissed. It was frantic, and gloriously desperate. Each thrust of my hips would force her to moan into my mouth, our tongues pressing and rubbing even as lightning danced between our lips. She was so soft, so vibrant, and her light, perfumed scent was making my head foggy with lust. I couldn't think - all I wanted was to make her whimper and moan, and watch and feel her young, tight body writhe as I plunged into her.
Her arms and legs were more than enough to hold us together, so my hands were free to roam as I fucked her. And roam they did; I sampled and squeezed her marble-smooth shoulders, her silky hair, her lean, smooth back, her cozy thighs... and eventually, that fantastic ass.
Even when I was hammering away at her tight, squishy pussy, it still managed to draw my attention. Marisa was a fairly short, fit girl, but her ass... it was huge on a girl her size, warm, pillowy-soft, surprisingly sensitive to the touch. I forced both my hands into her panties from below, stretching my fingers and filling my palms with her voluptuous rear - thrusting and grinding into her all the while. It twitched and trembled under the combined assault of my cock and hands, occasionally clenching and rounding out before softening back into two mounds of dough.
Marisa noticed how it engaged me - she had to, with the way I kneaded it - and forced herself to release her grip on me. Our tight, forceful kiss was the last thing she broke, and she immediately threw her head back to moan from a particularly fierce thrust. When she returned her clouded gaze to me, though, there was a fresh mischief in her eyes.
"You're almost there, right? Why don't you turn me over? I want to feel you own me, Reisen..."
How could I resist? I had felt her firm, curvaceous ass when she had sat on me, her whole weight pressing those two firm mounds into my lap. Marisa's legs slowly unlocked as I momentarily pulled out of her, my cock still slick and gleaming with the young woman's sticky juices. The room's temperature had been comfortable before, but after feeling the depths of her heat it seemed ice-cold in comparison. I throbbed and whimpered, even as my heart started to slow down, and I had to grip the sheets to avoid stroking myself.
Marisa must have felt the same way. Even though it was her idea, I could sense the disappointment in her whimpers, and in the instinctual way her hand delved between her legs. She was gaping lightly now, her lower lips and pretty clit engorged with lust, and just the lightest touch sent her into more convulsions.
Just watching her was mesmerizing, and her voice - soft and coy - utterly seduced me.
Marisa's sudden yelp when I grabbed her waist made my heart start pounding all over again. I was a youkai, after all, and Marisa's weight was nothing compared to my strength. The surprise on her face was intoxicating as I effortlessly pulled her off the bed, leaving the sweat-stained sheets for a better location. She was surprisingly light, and clung to me, as I quickly moved my hands down to her full ass to support her weight. Gravity was my friend, and my slender fingers sunk into her fleshy bottom; even with the break in activity, just a few hungry squeezes was enough to keep Marisa happily moaning.
If there was a tree, I'd have pinned Marisa against it. As it was, I had to make do with the wall. It didn't take too long to turn Marisa around in my hands, so that my face was curtained by her blonde locks while she faced the wall. "I own you... you're mine," I whispered, far too gone to consider how silly the words were. All that mattered was that my voice had come out confident and husky, and that murmuring it into Marisa's ears got her shivering and wet. "So put your hands on the wall and present yourself."
"Ah... Sure thing, honored guest~" Marisa happily fell against the wall, likely too aroused to support her own weight. Her fingers spread out artfully over the darkened, starry surface, and the points of light played over her pale skin as she bent over and stuck out her lewd rump.
I'd already felt up every inch of her ass, but seeing it so clearly still amazed me. With her muscles lightly clenched like this, it had a perfect, bubble-round shape, the two globes lightly reddened with excitement and marked with beads of sweat. Her panties were simply inadequate to cover them, and I pulled the garment down with a sharp tug of my finger. That drew my attention to her drenched slit, as well; halfway exploited, her entrance seemed to beg for my cock as it poured trails of juices down Marisa's healthy thighs.
I hadn't even known I could get so hard as I did at that sight. My soaked length was harder than diamond, and I felt its urgent pulsing in every corner of my body. Not able to wait a second longer, I smacked my hands onto Marisa's ass and rammed back into her. She jumped and squealed, her eyes rolled up, her walls squeezed magnificently around my cock; she was mine. I ignored the desperate pressure as I pounded away at her slick, luxurious depths, carving the shape of my cock into her tight, trembling walls. Her ass became my plaything, mine to squeeze and smack and pinch and massage however I wanted. Gripping her full bottom for leverage, I pulled her onto me as I thrust with my hips, forcing the horny magician to stand on her toes as the hot, wet friction overwhelmed her mind. With every thrust, my swollen tip pressed into the entrance to her fertile young womb...
"Fuck, fuck you're so thick... harder, don't stop don't stop!" Marisa was almost screaming aloud as I smashed into her, squeezing and spanking her pillowy, jiggling ass hard enough to leave bright red marks. I was leaning over her for support as I fucked her, drowning out the loud, echoing smacks and thick, juicy squishing with our moans. I ended up biting her neck to keep from screaming, sucking on that nubile, sweet skin as I thumbed her rosebud, stretching her second hole even as our knees buckled and we started to slide down the wall. My nose, my eyes, my skin - All of my senses were drowning into her, and the tight, eager spasming of her pink folds told me she was close. I was, too; I could feel my body churning, desperate to keep from coming for just a second longer...
But Marisa had other plans. "Please, inside - inside, fill me up!" Her dirty talk ended with another ear-piercing scream as she suddenly slumped, taking me down with her. I could feel her writhe in front of me, her slick, hot walls desperately trying to milk me as she came and came, coating our legs and thighs with her juices. It drove me over the edge, and I buried myself into her as deep as I could; I cried out too in a weak, high-pitched wail, as thick, hot spurts began to pour into her unprotected womb.
It'd been so long that I couldn't stop. Even as we came, I still managed to hammer into her, trying to make our release last as long as possible. Each little motion made our hearts stop and our bodies cling closer together, even as I painted Marisa's slick depths white, and her tummy began to bulge from the sheer amount I'd left in her. It was gooey, and even with my cock still throbbing inside, rivulets of cum began to seep out from where we were connected.
I lost track of my movements as the pleasure built and built, throbbing all through me as I emptied myself. I knew that Marisa was stuffed full, both in her womb and her pussy, but I simply couldn't stop cumming. I was addicted now, to this witch's scent and body... and I hoped the feeling was mutual.
Eventually, we found ourselves curled together on the floor, my arms wrapped around Marisa's stomach as I contined to hold her close. She was the one who gently undid my grip, forcing herself off my half-erect cock with a loud, lewd pop. A pure, thick stream of cum poured from her depths as she pushed herself upright, hair and lingerie in dissaray and her skin covered in light red marks. But then, in defiance of my expectations, she stretched and let out a satisfied purr before turning around to help me up.
"Phew... You really needed that, huh? I didn't give you any drugs, and you still made me stretch." Taking my hand in hers, she led me the short distance to the bed, where we both collapsed onto our backs. Now that the excitement was over, my body was starting to ache.
The rest of the night was spent under the sheets, our arms wrapped around each other in a soft, almost loving embrace. We didn't talk much, but that was fine - having someone stay with me after the act was more than enough. Marisa seemed all too happy to humor me, and she peppered me with kisses as she dripped our mix of fluids onto the luxurious bed. I couldn't resist her, and even though our bodies were sore and achey, we still had enough strength to press our lips together, and hold each other close.
Even the morning after was wonderful, and wasn't that a surprise? Years of training and working under Eirin's watchful eye had me awake with the morning sun, with Marisa's nubile form still right by my side. Maybe it was a bit awkward of me to watch her sleep, smiling at her relaxed, pleased face and the rise and fall of her chest, but I'd never had the opportunity before. It was novel, and when Marisa finally woke up, she didn't seem to mind at all.
"Thank you, really. I'd stay longer if I could," I told her, with a refreshing lack of shame or doubt in my voice. Hearing it made my confidence seem much more real, and then a small smile was gracing my lips. "Maybe I'll come again next full moon."
Either there really was no roof in this room, or Marisa was just that good, but the sun cast everything in a beautifully light shade. The witch was no exception; no matter what the light source, it shone on her, giving her skin a healthy hue and her face a sleepy look. Her eyes were closed to keep out the sun, but her smile was as wide as ever - and maybe just a bit coy.
Marisa leaned closer, her soft, hot puffs of air brushing into my nape and her blonde, unruly hair tickling my skin. The perfume had worn off now, replaced with a thick, animalistic musk that suited her perfectly all the same. Under the sheets, I could feel her stretch, leaving my cock trapped between her soft thighs one last time.
"You don't have to wait that long, Reisen. Or wait until night, for that matter." Her voice was lusty at first, and her delicate hands moved down to tease me one last time. "And... I wasn't kidding about the job offer, either. I'd like having an assistant for my day job, y'know? I could use someone with steady hands for potions." Slowly, effortlessly, she threw the covers off the bed, revealing her thumb swirling around the tip of my morning wood. I was shivering all over again as she stared into my eyes, sliding down to her stomach the entire time. "I might not pay as well, but I do give free room and board. Employee benefits are top notch, too!"
And with that irreverent boast, Marisa gave me a complimentary morning service before I left for home.