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kristaline2dmensimp · 3 years

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Marco x reader (NSFW)

Warning: Femdom(?), Unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

A/n: Its already oct 7 in my country!!! In all honesty this is my first time writing smut so bare with wrong grammars? 😅 also this is kind a birthday gift to myself. 😁

(ahem @thatbadbruja My friend and fellow Marco simp I won't definitely forget to tag you on my Marco's content. 👀)

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3rd person's POV

This last few days you couldn't sleep well since you started to have this fantasy with your lover a.k.a Marco appearing frequently in your dreams. Moreover, in an outrageous state.

Imagining about taking complete control during your sexy time with Marco's hands tied to the headboard panting and moaning, both body glistening in sweat- wouldn't leave your mind.

Succumbing to your desires, you embarrassingly confessed it to Marco which he responded with a raised brow, but didn't dismiss the idea of it. In fact, he's quite curious; he's more open about his kink and fetishes to you, so hearing you voice out your own desire he's more willing to oblige. Which resulted to being locked inside the privacy of your room, full on liplock sharing a hot intense kiss, pulling away only to breathe; discarding each other's clothing until you were left with only your undergarments and him being completely bare.

"Strawberry will be our safeword." You said pushing him down to the bed, with a small smirk on your face. "I think you're underestimating me Yoi." He chuckled pulling you on top of him mirroring your smirk as you straddle his waist.

Smiling you lean down to his ear before you grind against his pulsating cock, wiping the smirk from his face, prompting a deep groan from the Marco.

"Just a precaution, my dear." You whispered before smashing your lips on his, tongue on the mix, one hand caressing the tattooed part of his well toned chest to distract him while your other hand reached for something on your bedside table.

Marco, of course, isn't one to give up easily, so expect a little challenge from him. He smirked as he tried to gain momentum on the kiss.

Frowning, you hump hard enough into his hardened cock swallowing his moans of pleasure.

He tried to move his hand to touch you but felt half of his strength drained from his body. Pulling away for air, a string of saliva connecting you two, looking up, that's when he realized you had cuffed his hands to the headboard.

'when did....' Marco wondered in shock.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind being tied up for a little while." You said massaging his chest with a small grin.

"Really yoi? Seastone cuffs?" He asked panting fo air looking at you through half lidded eyes. He can't deny he's actually turned on by this.

"I know you're not complaining. So relax, I'll make sure you enjoy it." You said grinning as he gulp seeing the mischievous glint in yoir eyes that made his cock stiffer than usual.

"My, my. You seem really excited." You said feeling his hard member under your clothed sex.

"Well that's your effect on me." Grinning at his reply, you lean down kissing his lips soflty before traveling down to his neck and chest until you came face to face with his aching cock.

You took a hold of his hardened shaft pumping it slightly and his hips instinctively jerk into your hand.

"f-f*ck (____)." He groaned out throwing his head back into the pillow, hands clench and unclenching tugging on the restraints you put on him as you drag your tongue from the underside of his shaft to his tip, licking off the precum before swallowing him.

"Shit f*ck!" He grunted catching him off guard by starting immediately on a fast rhythm, bobbing your head up and down feeling his legs tense up.

"Haa...haa...sh*t you're honna make me cum faster than I thought." Marco moaned accompanied by the rattling of the chains at his futile attempt of breaking free. Not being able to touch your face, your hair, 'anything' are pure torture to him.

Feeling delighted knowing you were responsible for the sound of pleasure leaving his mouth, you suck roughly on his length hoping this would push him over the edge.

"(____) I'm c-cumming." Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you immediately pull away. "wha- hey." He whined from the lost contact leaving him fromt the peak of his orgasm. He lift his head to look at you, eyes filled with lust and out of breath.

"Do you wanna cum Marco?" You teased, stripping off your remaining undergarments. "If you're gonna cum.." You trailed off taking his hard shaft and aligning it at your entrance. "Then do it inside!" You finished your sentence as you slam yourself down, the delicious stretch, movement and the thickness of his cock made you moan louder.

"Wai–" He didn't had the chance to finish what he was saying when his body stilled, releasing a strangled groan as he came deep inside of you, back arching feeling the tightness of your walls.

Your body shivering from the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Haa...haa..you came so..much." You panted both of your face flushed red and body covered with sweat. Smiling you look at him in the eye.

"Round two babe? I haven't came yet." You coed and before he could comprehend the dangerous glint in your eyes, you began to lift your hips up before slamming it back down, eliticing the loud sweet moan out of Marco.

"(___) w-wait! I just ca~me." He moan throwing his head back on the pillow, restlessly clutching and tugging the restraints on his wrist, flexing the fine muscles of his arm.

"F*ck!" He cussed. Without the healing properties of his devil fruit, Marco could thoroughly feel the slight overstimulation mixed with pleasure coursing through his body. This may be the first time he felt this kind of sensations and boy it felt too good. The drool at the corner of his mouth and the way he he shut his eyes closed are the proof of it.

"Haa..fuck it." He panted before digging the heel of his feet down to the mattress, moving his hips to meet your thrust feeling determined to make you cum faster. "Ahh!" The action made you gasp and moan as he hit your sweet spot. Falling forward to his chest both of you were breathing heavily but your movements didn't falter still maintaining the fast rhythm.

"Don't think just because...I'm tied up with sea prism stone...I dont have the energy left....to f*ck you..yoi." He said in between breaths while looking at you straight in the eye. "heh, we'll see...about that." You responded picking up the pace.

Groaning, you two chase each other's lips, muffling the sound of pleasure only pulling away for air and your body began to tremble feeling your upcoming release. Your hands on his chest for support.

You shut your eyes closed as you bit your lower lip while Marco let out a hoarse moan feeling you clamp down on him.

Noticing this, Marco speed up his thrust knowing you're gonna cum sooner or later as he found your sweet spot intensifying your pleasure. He smirk watching as you gave off a lewd expression while wiping the drool off at the corner of your mouth.

"Mmm, feels too good." You said slamming down on his shaft matching his pace. Encouraged by your words, Marco continously hit your sweet spot that made you see stars until your orgasm hit you hard to the point you collapsed on top of him. With one last thrust he came deep insde you.

He gave off a rugged breaths as you pulled yourself off, shuddering at the oozing feeling of his release down your legs.

"That was....amazing." Marco stated catching his breath before looking at you. "It sure did." You responded staring back at him.

Marco felt a chill ran down his spine seeing the dangerous glint on ypir eyes haven't faded. He jolt at the feeling of your hand on his softening shaft trying to spring it back to life.

"Haa..(____) stop pls....f*ck!" Marco whined as he squirmed, already feeling sensitive, you had made him cum twice without even a few minutes break.

"Is it too much? Yoi can say the safeword dear." You stated, pausing your ministrations to give him the chance to reply, but you were met with silence his gaze full with lust and heavy breaths.

"I really shouldn't underestimated you. Hope your done with the few seconds break, Marco." You coed secretly pulling out a blindfold, both of you were clearly enjoying this.

Your alluring smirk was the last thing he sees before you put on the blindfold on him, his other senses heightens.

You lean down, capturing his lips swallowing his groans and moans while you kept stroking his shaft.

"The main event is yet to come." You whispered tugging his bottom lip, aligning his semi hardened shaft at your entrance, you began to slowly sink down making him moan loud from the overstimulation and his grip tightened at the chains of his restraints.

" Haa.. You're lucky that you put...ahh...seastone cuffs on me or else...ah sh*t You'd be at my mercy yoi." Marco said struggling to keep his moans down as you started bouncing up and down on his shaft.

You knew he'd never let you go easily and his statement is the proof of it, so why not make use the best of it?

Feeling him twitch, you smirked. "Too bad, I'm in control." You responded letting out an occasional moans when the tip of his cock graze ypur sweet spot.

Completely drowned in pleasure, Marco let out a strangle moan, flexing the veins and muscles of his arms as you made him cum for the third time yet your movements didn't falter.

"If I can only escape this cuf-" Marco didn't had the chance to finish his sentence when you captured his lips, tongue dancing together.

'haa...f*ck..' He thought feeling his impending release coming quicker than the last one.

"I'm coming master~" You grinned widely when Marco cussed out loud from hearing your words, both of your bodies were already covered in a thick sweat and exhaustion were taking over, yet you had the the gal to still tease him? Was what marco thought and he wonder when did you become so bold. But he wasn't going to complaining.

"(____) I'll surely..haa..get you back for this yoi.." Marco stated tugging the chains as you giggle. "I'd be disappointed if you don't, my dear Marco~" You coed before you two came undone reaching pure ecstasy.

#one piece #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #marco x you #one piece imagine #one piece x you

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coping-via-clint-eastwood · 3 years

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Nine Double-Ohs - Connery!James Bond x Reader

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(A/N: A major, major warning to die hard, pedantic fans of Bond lore: the story does not follow usual MI6 protocol. You'll, uh, see what I mean.

@believerindaydreams So here is the first Sean fic I have ever written. This was very early on in my writing life, so it’s rather...unprofessional, for lack of a better term. I apologise. I promise my later ones are better. Also, the spaces between paragraphs are uneven because I copied and pasted it from elsewhere, and Tumblr...is being Tumblr.)

You, 009, sat in the conference room, along with the Home Secretary, several other toffs, some military heads, and the rest of your department, including the head of said department. Well, all of you except for the one - 007 was late. The nine of you waited, each with varying degrees of patience, with sir Messervy being the most impatient. As for you, you appreciated the silence and stillness; the events of the pass few days had you all (00 agents) moving at a very fast and urgent pace, leaving little to no time for rest, so you took what you could.

Finally, the commander arrived. All eyes were on him as he crossed the room from the entrance to the seventh seat, him deliberately making his footsteps loud. "Well. Now that we're all here," Miles said pointedly at Bond; the latter gave a stare before taking his seat. M continued, "The Prime Minister has asked the Home Secretary to come and represent him today. The Home Secretary."

The man in question stood, "Gentlemen, and lady. Now, the tape that you're about to hear was received at ten Downing Street this morning."

With that, one of the military heads started the tape reader. An ominous voice rang out, "My dear Prime Minister, two atomic bombs, nunbers 456 and 457, which were aboard NATO flight 759, are now in the possession of SPECTRE. Over the next seven days, your government pays to us one hundred millions pounds Sterling, in manner to be designated by us. We shall destroy a major city in England or the United States of America," the Secretary looked up in alarm here, "please signal your acceptance of our terms by arranging for Big Ben to strike six times at seven pm tomorrow." It ended with a resounding click.

The Secretary spoke again, "The Prime Minister and the president, have talked together over the hotline and have agreed that unless the bombs are recovered payment will have to be made," he readjusted his tie here, "To avoid general panic, secrecy will be maintained, and no press announcements. The Prime Minister has asked that your department take charge of the operation." He sat down.

M spoke, "Thank you, sir. Sir John."

As Sir John stood, the projection board which he then walked to was a uncovered. The board displayed a map of Southeast Asia, along with what you assumed markings of the flying range of the jet in question. RI "This circle represents the full flying range of the Vulcan," the knight said, referring to projection, "Extensive search has not found any evidence of a crash or landing. Any worldwide reports have proved negative on all airfields large enough to handle the Vulcan. That's all we have, sir." He walked back to his seat.

"Thank you, Sir John," Miles said.

Well, I'll leave you to carry on. We'll keep you in touch from number ten," the Home Secretary announced, standing up and gathering his belongings alongside one of the military leaders.

"Thank you, sir," M said once more as the two gentlemen made their exeunt. Turning to the nine of you, he spoke, "You may now open the folders in front of you," you did so, looking through it as he spoke, "Code name: Thunderball. As you can see, we've very little to go on. All the members of the crew had top security clearance. You'll find their photographs and service records in your files. You'll be working with NATO, CIA, and all allied intelligence units. Now, the way you work on this mission is going to be different from what you're used to - you're going to be working in teams," it took all your self-control as a double-oh agent to not react, "There are going to be three teams: fouble-ohs one through three, double-ohs four through six, and double-ohs seven through nine. That's all, until you discuss your individual assignments with me. Now, I suggest that you familiarise yourself with each other. This room is at your disposal for the next half an hour. Just be sure to leave things as they are," M instructed before leaving.

You looked over at your two teammates. You had made 008's acquaintance before, and actually were quite close to him. So, the pair of you turned toward the seventh of your number, who had made his way to stand between your seats and held his hand out to 008. "The name's Bond, James Bond," he introduced, shaking 008's hand.

"Michael Baines," 008 responded, nodding his head.

"(Y/n) (l/n). Pleasure," you smiled politely as you shook James's outstretched hand.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," the helpless womaniser commented, earning an eye roll from you, but also a smile because of how polite and respectfully he had said it. Then, he told the two of you, "I apologise, but I need to speak to M. I'll fill you in later." With that, he walked of briskly, but not without a polite nod farewell.

Michael looked at you inquiringly and nodded toward you, silently asking you for your opinion on James. "He's all right...bearable," you mused to yourself and Baines. Your own eyebrow arching elicited a shrug of his own.

#sean connery #james bond 007 #james bond #007 #thunderball #c-v-c-e fic

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ask-ivory · 5 years

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Chapter one: Welcome to Shade

Those hunk muffins earned it! I don't care what they thought. If they were so worried about their little dust company, then I would have sided with the Schnees.

"I'm done with dust." I told my stepfather, as we parted ways, "I want to be a huntress; a hero. And nothing is going to stop me!"

Those days were far behind me. Weeks of prepping and training were way in the past. I had passed the entrance exam, my real parents filled out the paperwork, my documents were handed in and I was on an airship bound for Shade Academy, in Vacuo.

My bags were packed the previous night (courtesy of my sand servents). I had barely slept last night, because questions like "what is Shade gonna be like?", "Who will be on my team?", "How many friends will I make?", And many more floated in my head. Now I was actually going there, flying at a hundred miles an hour towards my dream come true.

I wasn't the only one here on this airship. A hundred people, at least my age or older, were here on this airship with me. The Vacuo news was on the screen systems near the windows, (probably to keep the passengers from getting bored, because if so, things tend to get pretty ugly). The news was announcing the latest robberies from the technical laboratories in Vacuo. Normally the news doesn't really interest me, but now that I'm training, I'm beginning to wonder if a huntress fought more then just the Creatures of Grimm. If so, then I would also stop crime.

"Focus on the task at hand," I told myself, "Train and prepare to be a huntress first, fight evil Grimm and other junk like that later."

I gazed out the window, thinking about my brother Basin. He was already at the academy, starting on his third year. He told me about how great Shade Academy is, and sent me pictures of the school.

He also sent me pictures of his team, Team BLCK (Pronounced Black), and told me about each teammate. On his team, he had a pair of fox faunus twins, whose names were Larry and Kerry Steel (get it? Steal? Steel? I just got that). He also had a another guy named Cade Blackstone. All of them were the same age and followed in Basin's leadership (well, most of the time anyway).

He even snuck some pictures of his classes that he had attended in his first and second years (spoiler alert, he got into detention for that, but with a semblance like his, that rarely happened).

Anyway, before the day came to move here, I looked at the pictures over and over again, memorizing the school grounds, my brother's teammates (just in case they decided to kill me with pranks), and teachers' mad faces when they caught Basin taking illegal pictures in class (heh heh).

I thought about pulling my scroll out again to look at the pictures again, but then the news shut off on the screens and a holographic image of a woman appeared. She was tall with long black hair. Her bare arms were adorn with golden bracelets and she wore a sleeveless dress that faded with purple to blue at the waist, all the way down to green at the bottom. In her hair was a golden headset, decorated with peacock feathers. She had a pair of, what looked like fans, strapped to her golden belt. She had golden high heels that were so ridiculously high that she looked like she had ballerina slippers on. Her face was beautiful but in a harsh mother-knows-best-now-don't-cross-my-path-or-i-will-have-to-step-on-you, kind of way. She wore blue eyeshadow, which matched her eyes.

"Welcome back all returning students and greetings to our new first year students." Her voice sounded stern, like she had spent her free time yelling at bad puppies. "I am Professor Hera Peacock, your combat trainer for this year. You are all very privileged to be attending this excellent institution. The world of Remnant is moving at an incredible length of pace, maintaining it's peace and prosperity. As future hunters, your training here will be vital to your future career. I wish you the best of luck"(I don't think she meant this part)" and welcome again to Shade Academy." The hologram turned off after finishing the welcome speech.

I looked out the window to find that the airship was just yards away from the landing docks. I ran to get my bags, but I bumped into someone.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

"Ohff!" My accident responded. We both fell backwards.

"Sorry." I apologized, getting up, "I'm soo-" then my voice left me speechless. The girl I bumped into stood up.

The girl wore a sleeveless dress that started at gold and faded to orange and ended with blue. The dress itself was short at the knees. Her hair matched her dress, but only matched to the fading orange part. She wore a black belt, with pouches for dust on the side, and a pair of golden swords, that appeared to be folded in half, were attached to the back. She wore dark blue shoes with star patterns on them. Her eyes were a light crystal blue. But her wings were the thing that unnerved me.

On her back was a blinding white pair of wings. She was definitely a faunus, but she was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. In the few months that I lived in Vacuo, I had seen faunus of all types and traits: everything from ram's horns to lizard's tails. I had only heard of faunus with wings from the stories my father told me, the tales of the Great War. One of the things he said was that after the Siege of Vacuo, the winged faunus who fought with Vacuo just left and never returned. I heard people say that the chances of a faunus born with wings were pretty rare.

But here I was. And here she was.

"You can stop starring now." the girl said. "Just please, don't make any jokes."

"Oh no!" I protested "I wasn't planning on making jokes about your wings. It's just, I've never seen anything like this before. Their beautiful."

The girl seemed to brighten up at this comment, "You really think so?"

"Of course! I heard that having wings is a really rare trait. I've never seen it in person before."

"Yeah..." the girl muttered "That's what everyone thinks. Their not exactly right though...."

"Wait. What?"

"Nothing." the girl held out her hand. "I'm Lyra by the way. Lyra Phoebus."

"And I'm Aliar Ivory." We shoke hands.

"Oh!" Lyra exclaimed,"you are a first year student, are you?"

"Of course." I responded. "I'm so excited to start the year. But..." I hesitated "I'm also kinda nervous too. Even though my brother told me what Shade Academy's like, I still don't know what to expect."

"Is your brother a huntsman?"

"No, he's a third year. His name is Basin Obsidian, and he's the leader of team BLCK." I pulled my scroll out of my purse. "I've got pictures of him and his team. And..." I added with a smile, "He managed to sneak some pictures of the classes we'll be attending. Wanna see?"

She was about to respond when the speakers overhead turned on, "Attention students, we are about to land. Please bring all personal belongings with you as you leave the airship. Another reminder to reclaim your baggage and suitcases before you enter the school. For returning students, please meet up with your team leaders and move your things to your assigned dorms. For first years, once you have retrieved your items, please drop them off at the Great Hall. All students will meet in the auditorium for the ordination speech in eighty minutes. Welcome to Shade Academy."

People started flocking towards the exit. I could feel the ship landing slowly under my feet.

"Come on!" Lyra grabbed my wrist and started pulling me towards the door,"The pictures can wait. We're about to see the real thing!"

She dragged me out the door into the golden sun. The cool atmosphere of the airship turned to scorching desert heat in a heartbeat. Momentarily, I was binded by the shinning rays of the sun. When I adjusted to the light, I couldn't find the words to describe what I saw, or how I felt.

In front of me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. Shade Academy was a huge palace-like building, maby eighty years old, it was several stories high, surrounded by a tropical court yard. It looked really good which is saying alot because nowadays, it's hard to find beauty in Vacuo. Now I'm not saying that it was perfect, because it wasn't. Some of the sandstone benches were broken, and the marble memorial wall was well worn. Not to mention the entire courtyard had a decent layer of sand covering it, but this was Vacuo, so there wasn't much they could do about that, (but that kind of thing doesn't really bother me very much.) Despite all it's flaws, I loved it. It was even grander then Atlas.

"This place is great!" Lyra exclaimed.

"And packed." I added, "come on. Let's get our things."

One thing I learned the hard way about Vacuo: all sence of order and organization is tossed out the window.

There was no line or anything. Just a crowd of people trying to get to there things before any of it got stolen. We squeezed through the crowd and barely managed to get our stuff (not-so-cool fact: it took us at least twenty minutes, which is generous because it probably took longer.) The airship wasn't too tightly packed, but other airships were coming in, some had even more people than our airship. All of the luggage was delivered in a big package mess of chaos, so we had to shuffle through hundreds if not thousands of bags and hope we didn't grab the wrong luggage. It was so crowded that at one point, Lyra said that she needed air. So she climbed on a random guy's back while he was leaning over to grab a suitcase, and leaped into the air,(yes, dear readers, we somehow managed to stay together the whole time, though, I'm still not entirely sure how.)

Much later, we finally stumbled out of the crowd. I was sweating so hard, I wondered how I didn't faint. We collapsed on one of the stone benches. Small groups of students (probably teammates, probably friends) were walking around the courtyard talking about their vacation time, or maybe some of them were new students becoming friends. Most of the students were trying desperately not to trip and fall as they hauled their things indoors. A few managed, but others had no such luck. One poor guy accidentally opened his suitcase while he was pulling it out of a sand dune, and all of his things fell out. Another guy, maybe a friend or family member, dropped his things too help his buddy out. It made me glad to see that, even though it was a rough start for everyone, the school and the students still kept the same respect that Vacuo had for it's people.

Well... almost everyone.

"Hey! Your in my seat!"

Startled, I turned to see a tall blonde girl barely managing to stand straight and tall in her fancy clothes. And when I say fancy, I mean something a casual Atlisian citizen would wear: a sleeveless pink dress with a faint flower print towards the bottom. She wore a pair of hot pink high heels that were so ridiculously high, that I thought she was going for the floating princess look. Her face was covered in a super heavy layer of makeup. Her blonde hair was streaked with pink all over the place, and she was oviously wearing hair extensions, because there was no way that her hair was long enough to touch her butt.

"I'm sorry," I said as I looked at her sideways, "you must have the wrong bench."

"And the wrong school." Lyra added.

The blonde gave Lyra a distasteful look. "No one asked for your opinion, weirdo. By the way, are those pillows on your back? Or are you supposed to be some kind of 'rare' species or something?"

Lyra's face burned with hate "They're wings. And before you ask, yes, they are real."

"Well," the blonde sneered "I don't know what kind of trash is going through the headmistress' mind, recruiting freaks like you into one of the most famous combat schools in the world. You're definitely not worthy of even being here."

I was so mad that I got to my feet in an instant. "Well at least this is the most friendly kingdom in Remnant. In Atlas, they don't give a dime about anyone unless your rich. They definitely don't like faunus. And because of that, I think that Atlas is a crappy kingdom. I bet that you come from a rich, spoiled, ignorant, family who only cares about themselves. I wonder what would've made them hate you so much for them to send you to place that's to low for your standards."

She was so mad, that I thought she was going to blow a fuse. "What?! How dare you just assume..."

"I'm not assuming!" I snarled. "I was raised in Atlas. And I know first hand how awful the people are."

"You traitor!" She shrieked. "How dare you betray your home kingdom like..."

"Like what?" A taller girl walked up. She had deep red eyes, which shone behind a pair of circular spectacles. Her long brown hair was tied back in twin braids, and her bangs with red streaks were parted. She mainly wore dark red and brown colors, with gold as an accent. The only thing I could say was different about her, besides her clothes and her neat appearance, was her accent. I wouldn't say she sounded atlesian. Maybe she was half and half? I don't know. I couldn't tell how she felt because she looked pretty emotionless, but my guts told me she was far from pleased. I could tell because her position was rather tense and her tone was rather stiff.

"This little brat is talking trash about her home kingdom! She needs to be put in her place!" The blonde shook her head, flouncing her overdyed hair. The other girl rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. She used her other hand to push her spectacles in place.

"Sounds more like you need to be put in your place. If you wanted people who looked, walked and talked like you as friends, then you should have gone to Atlas. You made a poor choice in Academy chosing. Your physic doesn't even look huntress worthy. It's a surprise you even passed the Shade academy entrance exam." The girl bluntly stated, causing the blonde to glare daggers right through her newfound enemy.

"I-it's not my fault I was sent to this garbage kingdom! I was forced to! By my parents!" The blonde protested.

"Huh, how fun. It's a shame really. If this is an Atlesian tradition, then it must suck like crazy. What forced your parents to send you here, when you could have been at home, spoiled rotten to the core?" The girl grinned wryly. Boy, there was no end to the shame this girl could endow upon that blonde.

"And besides," I added, "Technically, I was born in Vacuo. So that gives you no valid excuse to call me racist."

"And I've visited Atlas in the past." Lyra said in a sour tone. "Do you want to know what I think of Atlas? It's an illusion. An illusion to all the people outside and in. People look at Atlas and think it's the best and most advanced kingdom of the present. But like any illusion, it can shatter in an instant. If you think Atlas is a great kingdom, then you can believe that if you want to. Nothing lasts forever."

"I've been born and raised in Atlas, and I will say that my lifestyle sucked, which is why I left to live in Vale. My only friend was a faunus, who was beaten and discriminated because of her faunus traits and family status. I agree with the standard that Atlas is nothing more then a mere fantasy. You can enjoy your beliefs, but watch where it will lead you, because it may lead you straight to your doom." The dark girl joined in. She wasn't even fazed by the Barbie girl's reaction. She just glared laser eyes through her plastic frame.

The blonde girl was looking at all of us with a murderous glare, "Well, I can't stand for any of this trash. I'm heading inside to find more sensible people to talk to. I think you all are a bunch of a..."

Her cuss word ( I'll let you guess which one,) was cut off by a squeal of joy that was so loud, that I almost had to cover my ears. It came from all the way across the courtyard, where the students were being dropped off from the airships. I couldn't see who exactly screamed, but she was definitely loud enough to silence the whole courtyard.

"Wow." I said in a small voice, "Someone's definitely excited."

"I bet even the people inside heard that, too." Lyra added. The dark girl nodded in agreement.

After a moment of silence, the blonde said, "Let this be a warning to you. If I see you ever again, then I will beat the stuffing out of you."

She gathered her four hot pink colored bags, and started struggling to get her things to the academy.

"What a jerk," the dark girl said, "I hope I'm never on a team with that girl."

"Um..." I looked more closely at the stranger and instantly realized something: the only luggage she had was a leather backpack. "Hey. Where are your bags?" I asked.

"I dropped them off at the Grand Hall." She said casually, "I kept my backpack on me just in case."

"Huh." Lyra nodded, "ok, who are you?"

"I'm Dracella. Dracella von Burgundy."

"Hi, there." I said "I'm Aliar Ivory." I helt out my hand. Dracella took my hand, and we shook.

"And I'm Lyra Phoebus. " Lyra shook hands with the new girl.

"Are you an Ivory?" asked Dracella.

"I am." I responded, "but I'm not into business, I'm a fighter."

"Interesting." Dracella said. "My uncle told me about the Ivory family. My parents don't like you guys."

"Um... Does this make us enemies?"

"No. In order for us to be enemies, we have to hate each other. I don't hate you."

Lyra let out her breath like she was relieved, "Thank goodness. Cause I thought you were gonna..."

"Take a selfie!!!" A squeaky voice behind me exclaimed.

I almost jumped out of my shoes. Behind us was the girl with the exact same voice that echoed throughout the courtyard. Except, she wasn't a girl, she was a faunus. She was wearing a vertically stripped skirt patterned with black and white. She wore a magenta colored shirt with short puffy sleeves, and a darker purple button-up vest on top of that. She had a pair of dark purple high heeled boots on. Also, she was wearing a tie across her neck. I usually thought that ties were worn by business workers, but she wore it like a practical joke. Her crazy, purple colored hair and matching colored cat ears only made her look more unprofessional, but in a good way. Maybe it was her black gloves that gave off the message that she wasn't here to mess around. With a folding fan on her belt, a scoll in her hand, and a look of pure craziness on her face, she looked like she was ready to fight an army of Grimm, then take a bunch of selfies of herself right next to the decaying corpses. Then, she'd probably take selfies with her scroll on every inch of the campus.

All in all, she looked like someone from the lower classes of Atlas, or maybe someone from Minstral.

"How did you get here?" Asked Lyra.

"I took the scenic route." She sounded like a girl who was living the life of a party. "Oh! And my name is Catness Magenta."

We all exchanged names. Then Dracella said that she had to go text her cousin before the welcoming ceremony, and she ran into the school.

"So," Catness asked, "Why aren't you two inside the building?"

I face palmed myself. "Right!" Then I turned to Lyra, "We should get our bags to the Grand Hall."

"Well if you wanna talk later, then I'm always available." Catness offered. Then she smiled, flashing two rows of shiny white teeth, and disappeared.

For a minute we didn't say anything. Lyra piped up first. "Huh. That was a thing."

"We should probably go drop our stuff off." I suggested. I picked up my black duffle bag and slung it over my shoulder. Then I grabbed my two white suit cases by the handles and got to my feet. Lyra grabbed a golden suitcase and a blue duffle bag.

"Yeah," she agreed, "We don't want to be late."

I amplified my Aura and the sand beneath my feet solidified, creating a solid ground for me to walk on.

"Lyra," I told her, "I may have just met you and I think you're a good person. I hope maybe we can be on a team together. Or at least be friends."

Lyra smiled. "Well we can be friends. And I think I could definitely live with you on the same team as me. But..." Her smile faded, "I don't know how they pick the teams. Let's just hope the system's friendly enough to at least let us make a choice."

"One can only hope." I muttered. "Wanna meet me at the auditorium after we drop our stuff off?"

"Sounds fun to me." Then she took off, flying over the scorching sand, with her suitcase dangling in the air.

"Oh yeah." I smiled as I walked towards the Grand Hall. "This may be a tough first year, but it's gonna be fun."

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Spanish GP: Qualifying team notes - Alpine

BWT Alpine F1 Team qualified with both cars outside the top ten for tomorrow's Spanish Grand Prix with Esteban Ocon twelfth and Fernando Alonso seventeenth on Saturday in a scorching hot Qualifying at the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya. After yesterday's strong showing in Practice, both cars looked to build on that form for Saturday. Fernando ended Free Practice 3 in thirteenth and Esteban in tenth. Conditions remained hot in Barcelona - over 35C air and close to 50C on track - with some cars showing signs of overheating throughout the day. Unfortunately, Fernando was unable to progress from Q1 with the Spaniard - competing in the Spanish Grand Prix for the 19th time in Formula 1 - out in seventeenth on a 1min 21.043secs. Esteban squeezed through Q1 by 0.074secs in sixteenth. In Q2, Esteban looked to push towards the top ten and, in the end, fell two tenths short in twelfth place. Esteban Ocon: "It's not been an ideal day for us today and definitely frustrating as we know there was more performance to unlock from the car. Our tyres were overheating a little bit throughout qualifying as we maintained the minimum out-lap speed, but it was going to be a tough challenge to reach Q3. A range of strategies are possible for us tomorrow so that makes things interesting for the race. We can pretty much play with all tyre combinations and we know strategy will be very important for our day to go well. I'll start the race in a better position than I did in Miami so we're going to go out there and see what we can do to come out with points." Fernando Alonso: "It was a difficult qualifying session for me today and we had a bit of a misunderstanding on my final lap of Q1. I thought we had a one or two second margin to get across the line, but we actually had a twenty second margin in the end. It's a high price to pay here because as we know it's very difficult to overtake on this track. Let's see tomorrow because in the last few races people who have started towards the back of the grid have had a well-timed Safety Car and then are inside the top ten. We need to hope for one of those tomorrow and maybe we get some luck and take some points. Today the car was not as fast as yesterday and we need to understand why that was the case." Otmar Szafnauer, Team Principal: "We feel frustrated by today's Qualifying outcome as that was not where we hoped to be, and it does not reflect the true potential of our car after a promising Friday Practice yesterday. Unfortunately, we have neither car inside the top ten for contrasting reasons. On Fernando's side, quite simply, there was a problem with timings, which meant he was misplaced in traffic on his out lap and that ultimately compromised his qualifying effort. Esteban was able to progress through Q1 and ran strongly in Q2, adhering to the minimum out-lap speed on his runs where a significant number of his direct competitors did not. In the end, he fell just short of reaching the top ten and we will look into some of the factors that contributed to this deficit, as we feel we had the pace to be in Q3. Tomorrow is a new day. We were left feeling disappointed in Miami after Qualifying last time out and we enjoyed a strong race on Sunday, so all is not over yet. We'll do our best on strategy and I'm sure both Fernando and Esteban will be determined to bounce back in tomorrow's race." via Pitpass - the latest hottest F1 news http://www.pitpass.com/

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WARNING: Another very NSFW chapter, including anal play. There will be a few of these, of course.

Ai Ebihara certainly looked conflicted. Crouching on that bathing stool and gazing down at the gorgeous pop star kneeling between her legs was not an easy position from which to attempt feigning indifference — and that was without the budding erection pointing straight at said pop star. Which was bad enough for her…

But it wasn't much easier on Rise. She felt like the sluttiest slut, immediately offering to go down on Ai just because a little rubbing had set off her anatomy again. Deep down, they both understood this was a product of her trying to mend fences after their very public falling-out, but it didn't make it any easier to navigate these waters. So here she was, trying to win back her affections with sexual favours.

"Please don't," Ai whispered.

"Oh." Instantly crestfallen, she whispered, "I'm really sorry, I… I don't-"

"No, no, don't apologise. I just don't… want…" She squirmed before whispering, "I don't want you working my cock over every time it stands up and says 'hi'. Like, normally you can't tell that kind of thing with girls, and I hate that I literally can't be stealth-horny like you could. So… so can we… practice you asking? Or waiting until I say I'm interested?"

"Yeah, of course! I don't really… I'll try to understand. I promise, I'm gonna try to be way better!"

But as soon as she finished saying that, Ai sighed. "Nevermind."

"What? Come on, talk to me."

"I'm being unreasonable. I know it, and I hate making you feel bad, and like, you did ask. I just… also hate that I don't have the same…"

Instead of waiting for her to finish that thought, she scooted forward on her knees and reached up to caress over Ai's semi-damp hair. "Hey, it's okay. Clearly I don't really understand any of this stuff, but I want to. And the more we talk about it, the better, right?"

"Mmhhh… finish washing my dirty places, you whore." But that smirk told her everything she needed to know. Ai was just enjoying playing with her now.

"Oh yeah? Well… maybe I'll start here!"

Ai giggled a little when she began scrubbing her foot harder than was strictly necessary. "Wow, that's… that's low!" Eventually the giggling subsided when she switched to the other foot and started washing it at a much more normal pace, sticking her tongue out at her. "Mmm… thank you. Like, I'm being a bitch, but this is really sweet of you."

"That's more like it," she teased with a little giggle. "Um… do you want me to get in there?"

"In where?" Then she noticed where Ai was pointing. "I can handle that. Give it here." Rise handed it over, and her girlfriend took care of that crevice on her own. "Really extra generous of you to offer, though. Like, I'd never ask you to do that."

"Hey, we're both getting clean, anyway. It's fine." As Rise started washing herself, she heard a throat clear and asked, "Hm? What's wrong, did I forget something? Oh — your hair!"

But Ebihara was already shaking her head. "No, I thought it was my turn. But you're probably right, we should take care of hair real quick — unless you wanted to just avoid-"

"Yeah, yeah, I do." Rise snapped her shower cap on over her expensive do. Sure, she was maintaining it on her own a lot more these days than when she had a full production team making sure she always looked unreasonably stunning, but she still had it styled occasionally. She couldn't completely stop caring about her image — not after having it beaten into her for multiple years that it was all she had to offer the world.

"Cool. Um…" She shrugged as she put one on her own head, even though she looked a little awkward about it — and missed some of the hair in the back.

"You're so cute," Rise snickered as she helped tuck it in. Ai smiled awkwardly up at her…

They were so close. Both nude now that she had discarded her towel in order to wash up. Sure, they were wearing shower caps that made them look like silly mushrooms, but it didn't mean she was any less attracted to this gorgeous, remarkable creature mere inches away. That was the reason she darted in and pecked her lips; she was impossible to resist.

"Ugh," Ai breathed in mild frustration. "You're so… fuck. I just don't know what to do with myself around you."

Rise bit her lip for a moment shyly, caressing up and down her back. "Relatable." Then she withdrew and sat on the stool Ai had vacated. "My turn! I guess. But you really don't have to do it f-"

"Yes, yes I do," her girlfriend cut her off firmly as she grabbed for a clean washcloth. "It's not fair if I'm the only one who gets pampered; you're not actually my slave. Well, not yet."

Rise let out a little burst of frustration as Ai started in on her back. "Hey! No, I am not going to be your slave — not now, not… mm, ever…"

The ire faded pretty instantaneously as she enjoyed the gentle ministrations of the soapy washcloth being dragged up and down her skin. Even if she hadn't been attracted to her classmate, the pampering would have been well worth the price of admission — though of course, their status as a couple only enhanced the pleasure. She found herself leaning in all directions to give Ebihara access to wash her thoroughly, every single place she owned.

Even there. She whimpered a little but Ai didn't keep scrubbing to torture her; just paused briefly to inspect the reaction showing in her facial features, then continued on to start scrubbing her legs, and down to her toes. Rise giggled a lot more than Ai had, but it was over before she knew it and she was pouting.

"What's wrong with you now?" she demanded with a snort as she picked up the shower nozzle.

"Just miss you touching me."

"Gay."

Then Ai sprayed her down before she could protest. That led to them wrestling around with the showerhead for a minute or so, laughing their heads off and throwing insults back and forth until they were so breathless they legitimately needed to take a break, panting as they stared up from the tile floor at the ceiling.

"We're… ridiculous," Ai finally managed.

"Mm." Without warning, she rolled over to straddle her girlfriend, staring down at her noble-yet-flushed features. Marvelling at how beautiful she was.

"This, uh… seems like you want something in particular."

Rise shrugged a single shoulder as she pet up and down her stomach, over her breasts. The warring emotions playing out over her senpai's features were so entertaining to watch; desire, affection, frustration, discomfort. If Rise thought Ai might suppress her desires for her sake, she might have asked a little more pointedly if she needed her to stop, but Ai was always very vocal about her wants and needs. So she told herself she would just go slower, make sure to pay close attention to those little reactions. Be ready to stop if it came to that. This was new for the both of them, and she didn't want to misstep now that they had finally grown this close.

"We should get into the water," Rise finally whispered. Then, after a brief hesitation, she forced herself to obey her own suggestion. It was not at all easy.

"Uh… yes." Neither of them really needed to acknowledge the state of Ai's anatomy; in fact, they were actively avoiding it. But of course, when Rise moved she jostled her, and she looked back to see its length bobbing from side to side. It would look funny if she weren't so anxious about making the wrong moves.

"I'm s-sorry! Did I- does that hurt?"

"No, no, it's cool," Ai hurried to reassure her with a slight chuckle as she sat up, obscuring it slightly more than before. They both stood to rinse off again, now that they had been rolling around on the tile. "It's just… weird being so close to you, I guess. After trying to keep our hands off each other for so long."

Rise nodded as she slipped into the tub, going slow as she could; the water was still quite warm, despite how long they took to shower off. "Mmmhhh… well, yeah, I… oooh…"

"Cat got your tongue?" Ai snorted.

"Shut up." Once they were both settled, they smiled across at each other. It was barely big enough for the two of them, but at least it was; Ai's money had definitely been well-spent on a nicer suite. Their friends probably only had a shower stall in their room, or a single-person tub at best. Still…

When Rise moved, she felt their knees bumping each other, another foot against her own. Maybe she should get even closer; they were already in too close quarters to spread out and avoid touching each other.

"Something on your mind, bitch?"

Rise rolled her eyes and drifted her leg upward. "Yeah, this."

"HEY! Get your stupid foot off my dick!"

"Aww, but…" When Ai just folded her arms over her chest, she giggled and turned to sit right next to her instead of across from her. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Stop freaking out so much or I'll go find Narukami. He probably wouldn't be so fixated on my junk."

"Careful or I'll pull it off, girl."

"PLEASE. Would save me a lot of money if you did!"

They both laughed, then settled in against each other, just languishing in the pleasantly hot water. But Rise's thoughts began to wander. She let her legs drift as her mind did the same, leaning back in the tub while Ai stretched her arms over the sides.

"With Yu… would you have let him…?"

When she didn't finish, eventually Ai prompted her, "Let him… what?"

"You know."

"If I did, I wouldn't ask. God."

"Um, accept him into your… um…"

"OH. Wow, Risette, that's a hell of a fucking question." But she didn't sound all that upset, even if the words were hostile. After a second or two, she whispered, "Yeah. I definitely would have, for him."

Most definitely blushing by now, she whispered, "Okay. Um… geez."

"You asked, dude!" Shaking her head, she let the sounds of water sloshing fill the silence for a moment before adding, "I know, butt stuff is… weird, a little scary. But people do it, right? I wouldn't say it's 'normal' but whatever. Me being a little shy about it doesn't mean I'd deny Yu his right to fuck his girlfriend."

Rise snorted. "His 'right', huh?" But then she reconsidered. "I guess I'd be the same way. Not that I'm not interested in, um, the normal way, even… but if he asked me to try it, I'd let him."

"You gonna let me in there?"

"SHUT UP!" They both chuckled; clearly Ai wasn't serious, so Rise felt more than comfortable just flicking her nipple. She squeaked and splashed her, and they had a thirty second splash-war that resulted in both of their faces being wet as they laughed and leaned against each other.

This was what she had coveted. A real relationship. Even though she couldn't say whether or not she had truly wanted one her entire life, in the here and now, she definitely was clear on that point: love completed her. Having someone in her life that could be her partner, her rock, a person she could explore her burgeoning sensuality with safely instead of risking some horrible scandal with a member of Exile or something… it was everything in a way she didn't think it could be.

"Hey, I have a question," Rise asked once she was basically curled around Ai, trying not to think about how close that trim thigh was to a certain increasingly-oversensitive cluster of nerves. When she only raised an eyebrow at her, she continued, "Um… do you want me to do that for you?"

"Do what?" After a second, she cleared her throat and straightened slightly. "Oh, that. Jesus! Gave you a taste and you're like a kid in a candy store now."

Pouting, she poked her in the stomach. Instead of starting another fight, Ai just pushed her hand away. "Can you blame me? I haven't even gotten off yet."

"Hmm, that's true…" With a snort, she added, "But you did fantastic work on me. I mean, I can't even joke about it; you got me off hard."

"Did I?" she purred, cheeks bunching with the force of her smile.

"Yes, you adorable bitch, you." They both giggled. "Honestly, I've never come that hard in my life! I didn't even think I could after I started my hormone therapy." When she felt Rise's hand on her inner thigh, she squinted over at her. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere. Not unless you want me to… or will let me, I guess." And this time, she meant it; no unsolicited touches. Not anymore. The hand didn't move any higher.

"Well…" Pursing her lips for a moment as she tried to decide, eventually Ai just sighed and nodded. "Careful," she warned when she felt the fingertips ghosting over her flesh.

"Ooh, it's so soft now… and squishy…"

"Still be careful." But she sighed a little while Rise fondled the substantially smaller length of flesh, feeling it shift easily under her touch. Clearly she didn't dislike the attention, even if she wasn't especially fond of her own anatomy. Maybe she could do something that would make this worth her while.

"Um… so Ebi-chan…"

"Yes?" she hummed. It may have been her imagination, but she thought that it was starting to grow firmer again the longer she played with her.

"Do you want to maybe…" She cleared her throat; this offer was going to sound so bizarre… "Wanna look at my pussy?"

Ai drew her head back so she could blink down at her bashful girlfriend. "Uhm… yeah!"

She almost got whiplash from how quickly she received a positive response. "What? Really?!"

"Hell yes! Do you know how badly I've wanted to see one for real?!" When Rise grimaced, she quickly added, "Not in a pervy way, even. Just… I want to know what it really looks like. Not just in a health book, or some porn site. I know I'm saying this in really awkward ways, but… but now, with you… I also kinda wanna get one off. Just this one, though. "

Unlike Rise, Ai just patted her hip to indicate instead of actually trying to grope her. So strange; it was almost like a reversal, since the one with the typically "male" anatomy was less lecherous than the one without.

"Then… yeah. I'd be cool with that."

"After the bath? So I can really get a look at you and you don't have to like, perch weirdly on the tub."

"Yeah, for sure," she chuckled with a small smile as she kept fondling. Then a little lower…

"Oooh… Rise, what's-" Ai drew back with even wider eyes. "Whoa. You sure you wanna play around down there?!"

She gave an awkward shrug as she teased between Ai's firm cheeks. "Not at all, but like, I want to try it out. See how we both feel about it? I can back off! It's fine!"

However, Ai was already shaking her head. "Whatever, your funeral. But um… I don't know, did you want to see what you're doing? Is that weird? You probably have never wanted to look at somebody's butt your entire life."

No, she had not. "Yeah, sure. Might as well if I'm gonna figure anything out. And at least it's clean right now, right? So…"

Rise watched in disbelief as Ai bent over the lip of the tub, spreading her legs as much as she could. That was so obscene — she couldn't look. She wouldn't…

She did.

"Wow, it's kinda cute," Rise remarked with a distant little giggle as she moved in closer, hands resting on her senpai's cheeks to help spread them. They did clench initially but very quickly relaxed as she got used to the idea of being inspected.

"Thanks? So, um… I have tried this, on my own, but with someone else is… it's gonna be new, and I'm nervous. So can you go easy on me?"

"Of course! I'd never try to hurt you, Ebi-chan! Don't worry about that." As she moved in closer, she noticed: "Ooh, you're all hard again."

Ai shivered when she felt fingertips ghosting over her length. "Will you get on with it?" Though she instantly piped down when Rise did as asked, and she let out a strangled noise of uncertainty at the sensation of one of those fingertips pressing up against a place she had once promised to Narukami alone.

Meanwhile, Rise was busy trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. She would have felt dirty doing this if they didn't literally just wash it; even now, it was a little unseemly, but not that bad. Why did men always set penetrating a girl there as some lofty goal for whatever bizarre reason? On the other hand, Rise had to admit she liked that it gave and dimpled slightly when she pressed into it; liked that the skin was very slightly darker there, but also shinier. And she really liked how Ai was making even more awkward noises of reluctant interest than she had when her cock was being played with.

"S-soap…"

"Huh?"

Ai glanced over her shoulder, cheeks flaming red in her arousal and embarrassment. "Your finger… it was getting stuck. If you want to go further in, you'll have to use conditioner or something; we don't have any lube in here."

"What about water?" she asked as she twitched her fingertip back and forth.

"NNH! No, no, water doesn't… you'd think it works that way but it definitely does not. God, Risette… you can't keep… mmhh…"

Those sounds made it hard to want to take a break, but she forced herself to do as her girlfriend asked. A little conditioner on the tip of her finger and sure enough, it practically slid right in like it was home. Her girlfriend lost it — thighs tensing, widening, cheeks clenching and relaxing. Noises filling the bathroom as if she were being tortured. Her hips shifted from side to side, so Rise had to follow the movements. She decided it would be kinder if she didn't try to lean up and glimpse her girlfriend's face while she was enduring this punishment-slash-pleasure; let her keep that embarrassment to herself.

"Does it really feel that good?"

"NO!" Ai burst out. When Rise paused in her movements, she sighed and amended, "It… it's so weird… I love it and I hate it! That's the best I can e-explain!"

As she slid deeper, she smiled at listening to Ai come undone. Now would be a great time to tease her… and normally she probably would have. But somehow, she knew that everything had been too much for the pair of them anyway, so it would just have been needlessly cruel. And besides…

It was much more interesting to watch her own digit sliding in and out of this dirty little area of someone's body. Did people really normally do this?! She herself was still the tiniest bit disgusted, but not much more than when she was fellating the girl an hour or so ago. Speaking of which, that adorable little semi-erection pressed against the wall of the bathtub, pointing down at the water, was very encouraging. Ai had to be enjoying their play if her body was responding so well. Licking her lips, she even leaned down to kiss it.

The angle was too awkward. Rise practically headbutted Ai in the back of the thigh. Predictably, she yelped, "H-hey! What are you trying to do, knock me out of this tub?!"

"No! I'm sorry, I- no, that's not what I…" She sighed and held her finger still as she patted Ai's hip. "I was trying to make this better for you, I guess? I'm not really sure what I'm doing." A little stage fright, even, which she thought she had grown out of. Apparently not.

Though Ai did sigh first, she followed up with, "You're doing fine. Like, seriously, just… be more careful and you'll have this down to a science." Her muscles clenched around the finger. "Though, um, I think I'm done with this? For now?"

"Really? Oh… I kinda wanted to start pounding you back here." A little hum, and Rise knew she had said the right thing; she just had to figure out which it was. "You want me to pound you?"

"Not if you ask it like that… ugh."

"You want me to just pound you without ever asking, huh? Wow, that's almost the opposite of what you've been telling me."

"Phrasing," Ai grumbled with a little whimper, hips twitching — and the most telling thing of all was how they pushed back onto the finger now that it had stopped moving. "N-nnhh… you're turning me into a… I don't know…"

"A little slut?" More clenching, and she saw that shaft throb with interest; again, she hit her mark. Rise knew she was in over her head; they both were. But she was never one to back down from a challenge. "Okay, let me try poundi- um, going faster. Like this?"

The effect was instantaneous. It was as if someone had lit Ai Ebihara on fire when the finger started really flashing in and out of her at speed, and she was whimpering and spreading her legs as if she had been waiting for this all her life. Again, that powerful urge to tease rose up within her, but she focused on making her girlfriend feel the best she possibly could. Enjoying those half-screams.

She also started caressing over her length at the same time, though at best she could ghost her fingertips over its underside given the angle. Still, in no time it was as hard as it had been when she was going down on her.

"Do you want something else, baby?" she asked, attempting a sexy tone of voice. Which she knew exactly how to pull off — thanks to her acting experience.

"MHH! Shut up! Just… just keep fucking me!"

Cheeks burning bright at that phrasing, Rise redoubled her efforts. Maybe she was mistaken, but it seemed like when she curled her finger downward a little more, rubbing against some kind of firm presence inside of her, it brought about a stronger reaction than when she didn't — so she kept doing it. And Ai kept coming more and more undone, legs churning up the water as she thrashed.

And then she was coming. Not very much came out this time; Rise had been expecting a real show and instead most of the interest lie in the way the shaft pulsated with joy at her relentless ministrations, how those toned cheeks clenched over and over around her finger. Still, it wasn't making it easy for Rise to ignore her own desires, watching a cock climax for the first time in her life instead of simply feeling it against her throat.

"O-okay," Ai panted a minute or so later. "You… it's starting to hurt, can you…"

"Oh!" she squeaked, quick to withdraw her finger. The sharp grunt of mingling frustration and pain told her she had handled that badly, so she hissed, "Sorry! Did I mess up?"

Once she had caught her breath, AI muttered, "Dumb bitch…" After a few breaths, she tried again: "Too sudden… but we're new, it's… fine… it's fine. We'll learn."

By way of apology, Rise rinsed off her finger and Ai's poor anatomy, splashed some between her cheeks. Then she slowly pulled her back into the water so she could wrap her in a tight embrace. The prissy girl looked thoroughly ashamed and annoyed about it, but little by little she began to relax. Then she rolled to hug her back, nuzzling into her neck.

"Are we okay?" Rise whispered finally.

"Yeah. Like, thank you for trying something so crazy with me, I… I just didn't know I could feel like… that. I don't even know what that was."

Smiling a tiny bit, she kissed her forehead. "It was fun. Can it just be that? Just fun?" Ai nodded, and she kissed again as she stroked over her neck. "Good. I mean, it was weird for me, too, but I liked hearing you totally get off to it."

Rolling her eyes, Ai kissed her lips lightly. "God, shut up, you whore."

To Be Continued…

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