Warning, this is a sequel to An Empty Attachment. Anything you've seen there is gonna show up here, including magic dicks. Especially magic dicks. This is also a lemon, so if you didn't come in here for porn I suggest either making a U-turn or trying out some of this nice, amateur smut, with a few out there fetishes thrown into the mix.
Here's your early Christmas Present, Beast's Lair.
Enjoy.
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The Last Lesson
Something in the dimly lit room was off.
Azaka knew it the moment she opened the door. The familiar smell of cigarettes, old books and coffee greeted her warmly, but there was another scent in the air, one altogether unfamiliar to her. It was simultaneously harsh and soft, sweet but sour, overpowering but just out of reach, and for some reason, heavy, sinking to the bottom of her lungs as she took a long sniff in the doorway.
Was it an enemy? Azaka pulled on a shimmering glove as she entered the office fully. The bounded field was intact, and she saw no signs of violence, and yet too many things were off. The room temperature had risen by a few degrees, and there was a thin fog blanketing everything. The smell intensified when she closed the door behind her, but it was bearable. She furrowed her brows and peeked into the darkest corner of the room, wishing Touko would leave the lights on more often.
“Brother?” she called out eventually, taking a risk.
There was no reply. The office was silent, save for a faint, rhythmic creaking that didn’t seem to come from any one corner.
There were many things the younger sister of Mikiya Kokutou could’ve done there, including fleeing or calling the police, or perhaps just trusting her instincts and retreating before it was too late. But this was a familiar, normally safe place, and Azaka Kokutou was nothing if not stubborn.
A moment’s hesitation set her fate in stone.
“Uuuuugh.”
It wasn’t a scream. It wasn’t a cry for help or a groan of pain. There was exertion, but she could also sense a kind of relief in the familiar voice. The closest thing she could compare that long, drawn out moan to was the zombie movie she’d watched the previous day. Said film fresh enough in her mind that Azaka let out an uncharacteristically girlish shriek and took a step backwards, coincidentally knocking over a pile of precariously stacked books and making quite a bit of noise.
The moan cut out. Now even creaking couldn’t be heard.
“Are… are you a zombie?”
It took a second for the unseen source of the noise to reply, and reply she did.
A low, feminine chuckle wafted through the room, and Azaka felt like the butt of a rather unpleasant joke. She turned towards the source of the noise, one of the doors to Touko’s bedroom, a place she’d never seen with her own two eyes.
The door creaked open.
Even with the absence of light, Ryougi Shiki’s body was unmistakable. After all, Azaka had seen and spoken to the other girl plenty of times. But this… she had never seen Shiki’s completely bare, unclothed body. Something Azaka had only ever imagined in her most private moments, as she burned with jealousy and perhaps something more.
“Ah… um… that’s…”
Her nipples were erect, Azaka realized. Despite the bizarre situation, all she could think about was how perfect her rival’s breasts were.
“Hey,” Shiki said. “My eyes are up here.”
Shiki’s eyes were the only other thing Azaka could make out. The older woman’s body was blocked out by shadows, but her dark eyes pierced through the haze that surrounded the apartment. As did her pearly white teeth, when she grinned like a murderer spotting their next victim.
“You… uh…” It was too strange. With no room to retreat, Kokutou Azaka had been reduced to stammering and staring.
“Your face is red,” Shiki noted idly, taking a step forward towards her fully clothed friend. “If you’re not careful it might just ignite.”
“Y-you’re the one who should be careful!” Azaka shot back. “Why are you so n-naked!?” Her own, mirrored retreat was cut short as the swell of Ryougi’s breasts captured her attention once more. New details came to light. Beads of perspiration ran down Shiki’s pale, flawless skin. Azaka’s eyes tracked one as it reached the tip of one nipple, hanging for an endless second before breaking free and plummeting towards the earth.
Shiki shivered, but it couldn’t be from cold. Not in such a warm, humid office. “Clothes got in the way,” was her simple explanation. Another step forward revealed more of the puzzle that the schoolgirl with a taste for the Taboo couldn’t resist looking at.
And what a puzzle it was.
Despite, or perhaps because of her confusion, the younger girl connected the dots in an instant. “You… you didn’t,” she whispered.
“I don’t know,” Shiki was within arm’s range now. “Did I?” Azaka could see the sweat on the other woman’s neck, and how out of order her hair was. And most of all, she could clearly make out the unrestrained lust in Shiki’s eyes.
Most would’ve been completely conquered by such and assault, but Azaka wasn’t most people. “Where’s my brother?” She remembered to step away herself, but her backpedalling was cut short as her butt bumped against Touko’s desk.
“Using the bathroom,” Shiki said, either unperturbed by Azaka’s crisis or enjoying it. “He’ll be in there for a while, and it’s soundproofed. He won’t hear anything.” Her hand stretched forward and closed around Azaka’s right wrist.
The younger girl jumped. Her feeble effort to retrieve the limb was ignored, and she couldn’t summon up any strength to resist. “What about… Touko?”
“In there. Resting.” Shiki leaned forward. Azaka leaned back as far as she could, until she’d bent herself backwards over Touko’s poor desk, knocking several paperweights to the floor and not caring in the slightest.
Azaka desperately propped herself up with her free hand. In an instant, Shiki’s own was flat on top of it, disabling the younger girl’s only weapon. She couldn’t see her brother’s girlfriend’s naked body anymore, if only because those two tantalizing tits were pressed against her own.
All it had taken was three words and a few deft movements to completely disarm Azaka Kokutou’s mind. Shiki wasn’t particularly perceptive when it came to manipulation, but her actions had pressed all of Azaka’s buttons, and even a few the girl didn’t even know she had.
“Now,” Shiki said as the tips of their noses touched and she stared into the wide eyes of her boyfriend’s little sister. “I called you here for a reason. You’re gonna help me.”
“W-with what?”
The predatory smile returned. “Performance Analysis.”
There was something off about the whole situation, Azaka decided. It wasn’t the fact that she was being bent backwards over her teacher’s desk by a very naked woman, nor was it said woman’s relationship with her brother. Neither was it Shiki’s almost offensive nakedness and the way she seemed to care so little about it.
It wasn’t even the fact that Shiki was kissing her, and that the other girl’s tongue was invading her mouth, leaving absolutely no room for resistance. It wasn’t how Azaka found herself enjoying the forceful connection, and the feeling of Shiki’s mouth – the same mouth that had kissed her brother – against her own. The sharing of saliva, her own unbidden moans, the two naked nipples pressing against her own rapidly hardening ones… none of them were off in the slightest.
It was the very sizeable rod pressing against her crotch with frightening insistence.
During Shiki’s entrance, Azaka had kept her focus to the other girl’s upper body. Granted, those mesmerizing breasts may have been the secondary cause, but Azaka’s own reluctance was first and foremost what prevented her from staring at Shiki’s most private place. As someone who didn’t make a habit of seeing her friends naked, she’d been too embarrassed to sneak a peek.
At that moment, Azaka well and truly regretted her own ineptitude, because a simple glance at the right time would’ve done away with the whole insane situation.
It had to be that. It couldn’t be that. Shiki was a girl, right? She had to be! They’d slept in the same room together at the Academy, so another possibility couldn’t possibly exist. But Shiki was kissing her now, and something was… something was…
And yet, something was poking up against the rapidly dampening barrier between Azaka’s folds and the musty office air. Something rigid but pliable, firm but soft, something that should’ve been exclusively male but was oh so very attached to Shiki’s nether regions.
Unbidden, a snippet of an almost forgotten conversation wormed its way to the forefront of Akaka’s mind, as her body was steadily violated. It was something Mikiya had said in response to one of her probing questions:
“Hm… it’s just that I truly don’t care what gender Shiki is. I don’t think I’d change my mind even if she was still SHIKI.”
Azaka’s hand slipped, and she fell backwards on the desk, her legs swinging upwards of their own accord. Momentarily separated from her assailant, she tried to mount a faint counterattack. “Shiki…” she sputtered. “Are you really…?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Shiki replied, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her breasts rose and fell, but Azaka’s eyes had already sunk further.
It was real. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. She’d asked about that kind of thing once, and received a negative answer, but this was undeniable proof to the contrary. That dick was the most real thing about the whole situation, forbidden as it was. It didn’t belong on Ryougi Shiki’s feminine body, but there it was, pressing forward as said body stepped between her legs, preventing Azaka from closing them and denying entrance to an invasion.
Azaka felt it, rubbing now against her clothed entrance. Shiki moved her hips only slightly, but each twitch sent shivers down Azaka’s spine. The sensation confirmed a thousand times over what her eyes could not as it stimulated her though thin fabric.
“You’re not gonna…” Perhaps in her right mind, Azaka could’ve fought back. Perhaps she would’ve, given the opportunity. But here, attacked by the atmosphere and reeling from the revelations, she was powerless to resist.
“Oh right, this.” Shiki only now seemed to notice the member attached to her body. She pushed forward, grinding it against Azaka’s soaked panties. The short skirt the schoolgirl had been wearing proved useless to defend her chastity, leaving only the last line of defense. “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
“Pretty good? You-!”
Azaka was silenced once more by Shiki’s lips on her own. The smell… the smell that had been getting stronger the whole time finally reached her brain, sending her senses into overdrive. The heat that had been building up in her core could no longer be hidden, and Shiki didn’t care for subtlety. One of Shiki’s hands slammed into the desk next to Azaka’s head, propping up the girl to lean forward and completely trap her foe. The other…
Shiki’s other hand hooked around the lip of Azaka’s panties, slowly pulling them down. Azaka squirmed, but could do little as the soaked garment was drawn down her legs, inch by inch, while the raging rod radiated heat above. Eventually Shiki lost her patience, and with a snap the panties tore and were discarded.
They broke apart. Azaka wasn’t being held down anymore, but she couldn’t even summon the strength to stand. She stared with a daze at her brother’s girlfriend, a mess of thoughts running through her mind, chief of which was the knowledge of just how Taboo the whole situation was, and how much she liked it. Shiki’s hands settled around the younger girl’s bare hips, caressing unblemished skin. The desk was at the perfect height. Collapsed on her back, Azaka was as accessible as she could possibly be, dripping with unwanted arousal.
“Azaka…” Shiki said.
“Y-yes?”
“I’m going to fuck you like I fucked your brother.”
“Wait, like wha – AH!”
There was no warning. No reassurance. One moment their privates were kissing, with Shiki’s dick probing Azaka’s folds, and the next, that engorged phallus had hilted itself inside the girl’s wet hole.
It lit the spark in the young Kokutou’s mind, and in a moment she was burning. Too much. There was too much, too fast, and she had no time to become accustomed to it. The length stretching her open was the biggest thing she’d taken, with the runner up being an exploratory finger that only got to strut its stuff once or twice a month. Toes curled, once-limp hands grabbed the edge of the desk and squeezed hard enough to crack it, and Azaka let loose a wordless groan that reminded her of the first thing she’d heard when walking into the office an eternity ago.
Shiki, by contrast, was almost relaxed as she squeezed the supple flesh under her fingertips. “You’re tight,” she breathed. “First time?”
“Yes, you idiot!” It was an instinctual, habitual reaction that completely bypassed all of the other girl’s embarrassment. “It hurts!” It spread her further than she’d ever thought possible, and the instinctive clenching brought upon by such an invasion failed at forcing it out, succeeding only in bringing a satisfied grin to Shiki’s face. Then again, Azaka’s imagination had never been able to go too far…
“No it doesn’t,” Shiki said. “Check this out.” Without moving her hips, she brought one hand down and pressed her thumb up against Azaka’s slick entrance, where they’d been joined together. The small amount of pressure on her button brought about a similar fit, and the poor desk protested as Azaka’s muscles revolted once more. “See?” Shiki said. “You’re loving it.”
“I’m… not…” It was practically an admittance.
“Have it your way.”
Contrasting the sudden entrance, Shiki made sure to draw out her exit as long as possible, slowly grinding her way out, her sharp eyes watching intently each and every squeak and shudder coming from her prey. Just as Azaka had gotten used to being empty, Shiki pushed forward again, slamming apart her walls.
“You’re so wet,” Shiki breathed, bringing their faces together once more. “That I didn’t even need foreplay.” Another retreat. Another thrust and moan. The embarrassment of being so closely observed at such a compromising moment was too much.
But still, Azaka was a stubborn one. “No,” she gasped, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s not true…”
Shiki sank in to the hilt and gyrated her hips, pushing and prodding from within until she heard one moan minutely different from the rest. “You didn’t even try to fight back. You didn’t want to.”
It was an attack on two fronts, but still she resisted. “I’m not… this isn’t – oh!” This time, the denial was cut short as a bolt of lightning shot through Azaka’s body, originating from Shiki’s perfectly timed thrust.
“What was that?” Shiki pulled out until just the tip of her glistening rod was in contact with Azaka’s vaginal folds. It pressed against her clit, and the girl was too late to suppress her squeak.
“I didn’t… ask for this-!” Another thrust, another mind-shattering flash. The tip of Shiki’s dick rubbed against Azaka’s weak point, crushing her feeble resistance. Each movement brought an equal reaction, and the Ryougi played her rival like a fiddle, expertly coaxing out sighs and screams alike. Her free hand slipped under Azaka’s shirt unbuckling the schoolgirl’s bra and drawing it out.
“No… please…” Azaka’s plea went ignored. Shiki wasn’t one for mercy. Without even touching her foe’s breasts, the onslaught had doubled. The fabric of the uniform was coarse. When did it get so rough, rubbing against her hardened nipples in the most maddening way?
There was something satisfying, Shiki decided, in teasing her boyfriend’s little sister. Perhaps this was a bit further than most teasing went, but it was perfectly fair after all the trouble the younger Kokutou had put her through. Yes, Shiki decided as she felt Azaka’s walls clamp around her in response to her movements, squeezing out pleasure from the engorged organ. Yes, this was good.
“Having fun?”
Unfortunately, there was one more woman in need of satisfaction, and she’d had enough of lying catatonic in the bedroom.
A pair of hands circled around and under Shiki’s arms, cupping the girl’s bare breasts. A larger pair pressed against Shiki’s back, drawing twin circles in the sweat on her skin. Teeth gently clamped around one of Shiki’s ears, eliciting a shudder and interrupting the girl’s careful rhythm.
“A little bit,” she admitted as Azaka squirmed beneath her. They’d both gotten used to each other, and now the constant moans and groans were those of pleasure rather than pain. At the same time, Shiki didn’t want to stop. If Touko’s apprentice were to regain her wits…
“Not without me, you aren’t,” Touko purred. The older woman’s glasses were gone. Her red hair hung around her face, completely lacking the organization she normally put into it. Her face was flushed with sustained arousal, and, like Shiki, she had plenty to give.
“Wait… you didn’t…”
It was there, hot-dogging her cheeks. Shiki felt the familiar shape rubbing against her, working itself up and swelling in size. Touko thrust forward in time with Shiki’s motions, pinning her throbbing dick between their bodies.
“Didn’t I say I made multiple?” Her breathy voice radiated amusement and lust in equal measure. “There was a third stage we neglected to test, you know. How would something like this interact with your normal functions? Why don’t we find out?” Each of the words was punctuated by a thrust, and Shiki felt pre-cum soak her ass, dripping from Touko’s hungry cock. “Maybe we could even try…” The tip poked against the wrong opening, and Shiki thrust forward to escape it harder than usual, bringing Azaka to a sudden and unexpected climax.
“AAAH--!” Her back arched, her eyes saw only white, and for a moment Azaka Kokutou was in Taboo Heaven.
The exclamation did nothing to make the words Touko whispered into Shiki’s ear any easier to accept. “The back door, perhaps?”
“Not a cha-ance--!” Her calm demeanor was gone. Azaka’s legs rose of their own accord, wrapping around Shiki’s hips and preventing her withdrawal. The girl’s pussy tightened in the throes of orgasm, bringing the supposedly dominant dick over the edge as well. With a groan, Shiki released her seed, feeling herself being drained dry.
But instead of an unwelcome penetration, Touko slid her dick underneath, letting the dripping folds of Shiki’s neglected pussy lubricate it. “Oh, fine,” The magus said. “You did say that place was Mikiya-only. Otherwise, he’d be very cross about what we put him through.”
“I didn’t… ugh.”
“What did you do… to my brother?” An unexpected voice. Azaka Kokutou, her voice weak and faint and her face flushed red, spoke. A line of drool extended to her chin, but she didn’t seem to notice.
Touko seized her chance. “Nothing at all, my dear. Now, would you like a chance to pay back Shiki for her… unorthodox demonstration of my new product? We could do a cooperative show. It’ll be very educational.”
Even after experiencing the throes of orgasm, Azaka retained enough presence of mind to grab a chance when she saw it. “It would be,” she gasped. “My pleasure.” She summoned up her strength and squeezed, and Shiki couldn’t suppress her own groan.
As magical restraints coiled themselves around her arms, Shiki gulped. Perhaps she’d taken that teasing a bit too far.
She heard Touko’s mischievous giggle behind her, even as a fresh dick probed her sensitive opening from behind and a pussy trained by years of high kicks mercilessly milked her front.
“I hope you can handle two at once, you naughty girl. This is for ruining my desk.”
“Mmph!”
She moaned around the shaft in her mouth. Shiki tried to stop her shuddering and gather up a semblance of strength, but Touko’s hips clapped against her ass as the older woman bottomed out again, sending her forward and forcing Azaka’s dick deeper into her mouth.
It was an endless, hellish cycle. Back and forth, sawing apart Ryougi Shiki’s mind and body. One entered, one left, and there wasn’t a single moment where Shiki’s body wasn’t occupied by at least one hard, throbbing cock.
Her mouth had already memorized the taste, and despite herself she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Shiki’s tongue betrayed her, circling around the head of Azaka’s newly borrowed cock, stimulating it and licking off every drop of juice it let loose. After all, it was really Mikiya’s. How could she ever refuse that?
“Ooh…” Azaka moaned. “Sensei, this is amazing!” It had taken no time at all for the girl to recover, and now she was only too eager to have her revenge. She looked down to see Shiki’s glare, but it had no force behind it when its owner was being forced to harbor a fugitive dick in her mouth. Mockingly, Azaka patted Shiki’s head, like she would an angry cat. “Now, now,” she said, giggling. “Enjoy your just desserts. I’m working very – mmm – hard to make them.”
Shiki groaned out what might’ve been an insult, but it couldn’t be made out. Neither could she feasibly resist the humiliating action. Her arms had been bound, and her legs tied to the desk while her body was splayed out on top, ass hanging off of one side and head hanging off the other, at just the right height to receive a second helping of dick.
“Don’t get too excited now,” Touko admonished as she slammed back into Shiki, thoroughly enjoying the chance to explore her once more. “She’s going to get to do the same to you, eventually. Everyone gets a turn.”
“I don’t care,” Azaka said brightly, withdrawing almost completely and forcing Shiki to kiss her tip. “It can’t possibly be worse than earlier! Heck, even that wasn’t so bad!”
Shiki mumbled something like “I’ll show you worse”, before the sudden appearance of a penis in her throat cut her off.
“My, my,” Touko laughed. “I can only imagine what your brother would think of this.”
At that moment, the door to the bathroom creaked open and Mikiya Kokutou limped out, looking very, very tired, and perhaps a little sore.
Azaka and Touko froze. Even Shiki, angry as she was, stopped moving, not caring that Azaka’s load was slowly but surely filling her mouth with salty goodness.
The weary man looked at the spit roast, blinked, took off his glasses, wiped them thoroughly on his shirt, put them back on, and looked at the scene one more time.
He blinked.
“Um,” Touko stammered.
“Mmph,” Shiki added, and then swallowed.
“Brother,” Azaka said, a nervous smile on her lips. “I can explain.”
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