Cocksucking idols aren’t so rare.

“So! What gets you going, Sora? C’mon, let’s do it.”

Not exactly the spirit of romance, are we? So many girls would be so sad...

A lot of things, actually. Like this very situation. Which was already causing arousal to surge through the pink-haired kitsune’s lithe, bottomheavy figure as he plopped down onto his bed. He felt that surge of excitement down to his burgeoning erection, thickening by the second.

It was an unspeakably erotic thing, to have somebody’s wife this raring to go, this eager for it. Shame that go-getter attitude was an obvious front over deeper concerns!

“I never thought we’d be having this conversation,” he said. “Look, Ya. Feather the brakes. You’re hot. Like, wow. I know your gimmick is having tons of fangirls, but uh, guys don’t mind you either. At all.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m aware,” Ya shook her head. “One of the reasons we don’t have other guy friends is nobody’s as restrained as you are. If there’s two guys in this world who don’t want us for either money or sex, we haven’t found the second. And we’re about to ruin that, and cross a line we’ll never be able to take back.”

And mix metaphors we’ll never unmix.

‘Restrained’ wasn’t normally the word to use for Sora, except in the literal sense of getting tied up and fucked hard. Preferably somewhere with strobing lights and thundering techno beats.

Yet when it came to Ya and Hyun-ji, of course he’d held back! That was called ‘being a decent person’. The angel wasn’t interested, and the devil had prior commitments she was doing her best to honor in spite of both breathtakingly handsome looks, and a legion of permanently-thirsty fangirls.

This was a sexy situation to find himself in, and it wasn’t that Sora was unfamiliar with sex, or nervous. He just couldn’t believe this was really what they wanted, and a lack of enthusiastic consent was a big turn-off-

“I was hoping you could just jerk it, maybe with me giving a show or something,” Ya huffed. “That’s probably unreasonable, though. Especially on such short notice. Want me to suck your cock, instead?”

Yes.

“No.”

Ya smirked, her tomboyish short night-black hair whipping back as she tilted her head smugly. “Now who’s the bad liar? Come on. I know how guys are, even the good ones. Your mind knows it’s wrong, but your body’s thrilled at the chance to put your dick in between a lesbian marriage. Shit, it’s wrong because it’s hot, and it’s hot because it’s wrong. I can hardly tell you not to be turned on by stuff.”

She held up the plastic cup with a lid, and a printed label on the side clearly reading ‘semen donation’.

“Though of course, you’re gonna be cumming your brains out into this. In return, since I’m more than fine with a nice, sold dick, I’ll help you get off with my mouth, and whatever else strikes my fancy. Deal?”

“And Hyun-ji really is cool with that?”

“Yep, so it’s not infidelity in any real sense.” Ya said, even as she removed her wedding ring and put it gingerly aside. “I mean, compared to what she’ll be going through drinking this stuff, I need some skin in the game too. That was in our vows, you know. Where we go, we go together.”

And I'm going to the special Hells for this.

Sora got up and lost his black slacks in a hurry. “Deal.”

Ya wasn’t surprised at all to see the erection beneath checkerboard monochrome boxers; just its size. She was even more astonished when kicked off those boxers, revealing something that just didn't fit with the rest of Sora’s girly figure and feminine looks.

A big, thick pale dick and large, heavy overfull balls.

“Oh.”

Sora didn’t know how to categorize that squeaky noise, but it was a very cute thing for such a deep, furry contralto of a woman’s voice to make. Wasn’t the sort of thing one expected out of the smooth-talking devil of Salvatrice.

If any of their fans could watch Ya Liao sink to her knees, and put her lips around a man’s dick, there would be riots. Actual, literal riots.

Atlantis had enough of those already.

As it was, the only uproar was the rush of sensations to Sora that had him run a hand through his hair, ears twitching cutely as he gave his own much more girly moans. That all to familiar feel of a pair of lips gently, firmly embracing his shaft, sliding down, enveloping him in wet warmth was deadly.

The feel of a tight mouth, with barely enough space for anything. Ya’s tongue couldn’t even move, it was pinned to bottom of Sora’s throbbing shaft. She had to pull back before long, overwhelmed and gasping. “Sora, you’re way too big!”

“I get that a lot…” Sora said. “Hey, don’t giggle, it can be a real pain sometimes!”

“Gettin’ pretty hot in here…” Ya took this moment to reach down, and whip her hoodie over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Well, every motion she did was smooth. What was underneath that hoodie was a black sports bra, and otherwise… a wealth of dark skin, covering steel-hard abs. A six-pack that rose and fell with each breath she took in the comfortable warmth of his little apartment.

He’d seen statues carved from obsidian, but never with such lively breaths, a racing heart, and a flush on her cheeks that merely served to darken their very-dark complexion a shade.

She was built for bare knuckle brawling, and the scars she’d earned in what seemed to Sora like a tragically-short lifetime told the tale. She was a tomboy to the core, and from what teasing snippets she’d given into her sex life before, took charge in bed too.

That just made it apocalyptically hot when she got back down to her knees, looked up so cutely at him, and resumed sucking his cock.

Neither of them were babes in the woods. Sora making sure to vocalize his whimpering reactions and letting his fluffy pink plumes of tails wag to and fro. The speed of his tails indicated very clearly when he was loving something, and they got up to the kind of speed fit to keep a helicopter on the air, as he soared high on his peaking arousal.

“A-Ah! Ya-Ya… I’m…”

“On it!” Fast as she could, Ya reached for the container. Luckily, in the few moments of Sora frantically jerking himself off the rest of the way towards his climax, she remembered the lid was still on, and got it off as he got off.

It wasn’t a perfect load collection, but there was so much to get.

Some of it had to end up in the container. Sora came, pumping out so much backed-up seed. It had been at least since last weekend in the club when he’d really done more than masturbate, so he was hyper-sensitive and hyper-productive. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shorted out body and mind, made him spasm and fall back on to the bed, and compelled Ya to follow, trying to hold the cup up about where she thought it would go.

Getting more than a bit on her dark skin, especially her left arm, painting it white. Coating her in the musky scent of a man.

“Whew…” Sora flopped onto the bed, as Ya went into the bathroom to clean off.

Leaving the topped-off container full of his cum on the nightstand so he could see. Right next to her wedding ring.

What have I gotten myself into? This is dangerous. Just some jerking, but everything leading up to it…

That was more intense than anything I’ve done in a long time.

Yep, can't feel my leg anymore.