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[x] Attempt a passionate kiss.
She's close and her lips are cracked open, as if inviting you... Yet still, all you feel is fear and a certain, freakishly disgusting excitement as you lower yourself. Closing your eyes a little before forcing the final centimeter, you feel her hot breath on your cheek. No, you can't do this...
Your hands give up as you fall what little distance is between you, pinning your fiancé between your body and the ground. Her lips clash with yours, engaging in a heated battle of lust. Your hands lock her against yourself, letting you feel the slightest of her moves through the clothing which serves no purpose at this point. She wants you and something is preventing you from stopping. Tackling her tongue with yours, you move your hand to raise yourself a little and the other to her chest, feeling the softness of her tiny breasts. Her response is to gently bite your lower lip and to roll over, bringing her to the top and leaving you between her inhumanly strong, soft and shapely thighs. She backs off, sitting on top of you with her face full of lust.
“Now you're mine.”
Flandre wipes off a bit of your saliva from around her mouth with the back of her hand. You're charmed by her, completely unable to respond or to do anything but admire her ethereal beauty and feel the softness of the skin on her thighs. She lets out a light giggle and lets herself fall down again, stopping herself just a little above you with her hands and knees putting you into the starting position, only reversed.
“Are you ready?”
The question is asked despite you not being ready for what is about to come. Your face remains still as your hand rises up her thigh, pressing small indentations into her nigh hairless skin while still moving them towards its goal. The blush on Flandre's face grows deeper as you go, and she suddenly sneaks one hand onto your crotch, ensuring that she has the first shot. She does not, however, use the advantage, instead settling for moving her finger on the fabric of your pants, causing a tickling sensation on what's below.
Her words reach you just as your fingers reach their target underneath her dress. The underwear she's wearing feels smooth and soft, as does her ass beneath it. It's round, shapely and firm; just perfect. As you grope her heavenly rear, she roughens her movements on the hand which is still drawing shapes on the fabric over your crotch, changing the tickling feeling into something totally else. Your thing rises up to meet her call, though not completely due to your lingering fear. She lowers herself again and engages you in another battle with her tongue. She manages to pin you down, but an under the belt hit changes the situation. As you slide your index finger into her butt crack, her hand which is above your crotch undoes the button and the zipper and moves to gently massaging your balls. To keep the upper hand, you bite Flandre's tongue extremely gently, and while she's busy pulling it out of your mouth, slip your hand inside her panties to continue from where you left off. Your hearts are beating intensely as your fiancé lies on top of you, both bodes shivering from the excitement and heat of the moment. She twitches as your finger reaches her anus and you add a little pressure, pushing it a little inside the tight hole. Your grin is short-lived as her hand moves from your scrotum and a small finger finds its way onto your asshole. You immediately continue moving your finger downwards, over the short, hot and wet area and finally onto her hole. Dipping in the tiniest bit, you take some of her juices with you and search for the tiny knob that should be somewhere.
“I think you are.”
She breathes in sharply as you do the slight dip into her, and her eyes widen for a moment. Then, as you start your search in her holiest, she grabs your not completely solid shaft rather roughly and grins widely.
“I may be, but you don't seem to- Haa!” A jolt travels through her as you accidentally tap her clitoris. The tap was a lot rougher than what you meant to do, and came nail first because of her suddenly moving her hand down your thing, exposing the tip so the skin on her hands slides directly on it. You begin massaging her spot extremely gently, first wetting it with her own fluids, as soon as she stops moving. “Hahn... rougher.” Her voice is nothing but a whisper, but still enough to command. Pressing a little harder, you move your index finger a little faster and bring your middle finger between her fiery hot lips, too, to play with her wet entrance. “Nhaa...” Her back arches backwards a little as she enjoys the sensation you're causing, without forgetting to play with your thing, too. She's changed her grip so that now only the foreskin touches the extremely sensitive tip to avoid too strong stimulation. It is still enough to cause a pressure to build near the base and a floating, ecstatic feeling in your head. “Enough... I want it...”
She gives you one last stroke as she moans her request. With your heart in your throat, you tap her entrance once more and give her clit one final tease before sliding your hand out of her panties.
“Just tell me what to do.”
It's supposed to sound like you're trying your best to make her feel good, but actually you haven't got the faintest idea how to do that. She knows, or at least smiles knowledgeably as she stands up and drops her damp underwear onto her feet before kicking it off, then lifting her skirt to reveal the thing you just played with. While you've seen it once before, it's difficult not to stare. What was once just a crack is now two soft, hot red mounds, flushed with blood, sensitive and ready.
“I know I'm your first... Unfortunately, you're not my first.” She kneels, placing her hands onto your shoulders. “Just let me handle this.” Leaning closer, she places a loving kiss onto your lips before leaning back again while pushing you to the ground. Her left hand seeks the base of your shaft and takes a hold of the rock-hard thing. She touches the very tip with her right index finger, bringing a thin strand of your fluid with it to front of her face only to be locked off as she slowly lowers herself. You can already feel the heat radiating from her as she stops for a final time, her lips less than a centimeter above the your tip. “Ready?”
Is what you're supposed to say. Instead, you let out a small whine as the wings in front of you turn into feathery ones, the smile into one of sick, twisted lust and the face into what has haunted your dreams. The image disappears as soon as it appeared, however, as something very soft and very warm grazes your enlarged glans. You obey her request and just watch as she brings her right hand to between her lips to spread them apart a little, revealing the small knob you played with. She's incredibly beautiful. It's all you have in your mind as she ever so slowly lowers herself, pressing you into her hot, tight and wet self. The feeling is very much unlike anything you've felt before with her walls tightly gripping and massaging you as she keeps forcing you deeper into herself. Her eyes turn upwards a little before you're completely inside. The last bit is nearly too much for you with your complete length being stimulated inside her hot folds.
It's happening again. The feathery wings in front of you, the sick grin, pink hair and the pierced feathery ear. The difference is that this time, you can stop her. Or, could stop her if your hear weren't beating madly enough to cause pain in your chest and head as your vision slowly fades.
“Hey, are you awake?” Flandre's voice reaches you in the depths. “I'm sorry... I was a little too rough on you and got you over-exhausted.” Something soft brushes your face. “But don't worry, you're going to be just fine.”
Opening your eyes, you see Flandre's gently smiling face only about a palm's width away from yours. She's moved you to her bed and is under the covers with you, her thigh on your hip. It's a little hot to be curled together like that, but you're not going to complain.
“Gah.” You rub your eyes. “I have to get something to drink.” Probably partially because of how hot it is under the covers, you seem to have lost a lot of liquid and the need to replace it is immense. You also need to visit the bathroom to empty your bladder, and decide not to waste any time. Flandre hasn't undressed you, so you just slip from under the covers and head for the door. “I'll be right back.”
“No need to hurry.” Opening the door of your fiancés bedroom, you quickly cross across her other room which is, as always, littered with stuff ranging from porn mags to piano notes. “After all...” Reaching out for the doorknob, you pull it only to realize that the door is locked. “...we'll be together...” Digging the key from your pocket, you stick it into the keyhole and turn it. The door remains locked. “...forever.”
As you glance behind yourself, you see Flandre, wearing nothing at all, gazing at you with her burning red eyes, filled with predatory lust.
Do read what's under the line, though.
So, you have reached an end. It's not a bad end. It's up to you if it's a good one either.
I'm giving you the choice to go back a bit. You'll decide to which exact point in time we'll go back to, but I won't accept a point too far in the past. Anything from the previous threads is straight out.
Also, this story reached a conclusion. You took too many things for granted and fell for the plan like an ignorant fool without even suspecting that one exists.
I'm not saying this is the only possible end for this story, but it is, still, an end. I mean, you got the girl you chased and get to be with her. Forever.
Oh, and one last thing about me and my stories in general. Don't think of sex as a reward for making the right choices. It can happen for reasons other than love, too. For example, to make the MC do something or someone may see it as the best way to avoid conflict. Sometimes, it may be used as a lure.