Dinner Time: The Sequel (Part 2)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

She rose.
She fell.
He disappeared inside her, then emerged slick, then vanished again.

Satsuki’s face remained composed, but her composure had started to show strain lines. Her lashes fluttered once. Her nostrils flared. The flush that had touched her throat deepened, spreading over her chest and the tops of her breasts. She was still trying to wear the moment like armor. The moment was steadily stripping her for parts.

Barazo, for his part, had absolutely no such ambitions. He rolled his hips up beneath her with a pleased grunt, meeting her downward motions with shameless thrusts of his own. “There we go,” he said. “That’s better, Satsuki-chan~. Knew you’d look good bouncing on it.”

“Your phrasing remains crude.”

For a single moment Barazo’s face entered a serious stance, with an abundance of dramatic lines to show how smug his bizarre smirk was, “And yet, you’re still doing it.”

That got the faintest line between her thick brows.

Barazo took it as victory and doubled down. He grabbed her by the hips and began helping her ride him, hauling her down as he bucked upward, the slick, thick impacts turning louder and more obscene with every stroke. Satsuki’s body jolted in his grip. A tighter breath escaped her. Her hand dug into his shoulder.

Nonon groaned into both hands. “He’s actually manhandling Lady Satsuki like a sack of grain.”

“A deeply regrettable image,” Inumuta muttered, not looking away for even a second.

Sanageyama’s voice came out like a snapped tendon. “How are we all just sitting here.

“Because Lady Satsuki has not issued contrary orders,” Gamagoori replied firmly through gritted teeth, perhaps the quietest he’d sounded for a long time.

“He’s manhandling Lady Satsuki like a sack of GRAIN.” Nonon repeated, clearly growing more irate by the second with this fact. The respect and lust she felt for her leader was so deeply ingrained that it was actually managing to fight off the King Regalia’s influence.

“You seem tense, Pinkie,” said Barazo, “I bet you’re just jealous! Being sexually pent up is never good for your health. Go on, pick one of the other guys to finger you!”

All resistance that Nonon had been building dissipated from the utter surprise she felt.

It was an order, and the King’s orders were absolute. All of the Elite Four were staring at each other, feeling both like they really didn’t want to be picked yet would feel shafted if not as well.

Her eyes drifted to Gamagoori. There was a strange fondness for the humungous size of his fingers she hadn’t felt previously. Even though they were at times bigger than her torso, she wondered how it would feel to wrap her fingers around his digit and grind as Lady Satsuki was doing to Barazo right now.

Despite the slight size queen tendency she’d developed, she also knew how strong and clumsy the gorilla shaped oaf was. If any of these three were going to go near her delicate womanhood only one of them made any sense.

“Inumuta.”

“Hmph, an obvious choice.”

Gamagoori had no real outward qualms with this, but Sanegayama felt like it was a knock against his manhood, “‘Obvious’?! Why is that, four eyes?!”

“You may be superior at shaking your sword around,” said Inumuta, moving the kendo sword that had been thrust into his face away, “But if we are to gauge finger dexterity prowess, I doubt anyone in the school could surpass me.”

“Sounds like you know what you’re doing! Go on and get fingering her then!” ordered Barazo as he continued to let their leader fuck him.

Inumuta gulped lightly behind his high collar, “R-right…” he said before shifting his chair closer.

The approach felt incredibly, undeniably, unfathomably, awkward. Neither Nonon or Inumuta were particularly enthralled with the idea of his fingers to be stroking slit in such a way. He may have experience typing, but that didn’t explicitly translate to pressing her buttons.

Nonon was just as unnerved. Like the other members of the Elite Four, her eyes had only ever been for Lady Satsuki. She knew she was cute, but whenever a man had told her as such she never really cared. All her lonely nights had been full of fantasies that resembled what was happening at the head of the table right now, yet her eyes were glued to the man reaching over to lift up her skirt.

They both resigned themselves to their fate. Nonon spreading her legs and Inumuta reaching down to stroke her while fighting his growing erection.

The first few strokes were inquisitive in nature. Twas in the hacker’s nature to always gather information, analysing Nonon’s biological structure with his stroking. Finding all the…

“Do not get my gloves wet.”

“Then take them off, dipshit.”

It would still take some getting used to between the two of them.

Meanwhile, Barazo leaned back just enough to admire what he was doing. Satsuki Kiryuin, the iron-spined queen of Honnouji, was flushed and half-undressed in his lap, both breasts bare, cunt spread on his cock, riding it under the chandeliers while her Elite Four watched. It was more power than his soul had been designed to metabolize. Naturally, he processed it by getting even dumber.

“Tell them,” he urged, slapping one big hand onto her ass and jouncing her on him hard enough to make her gasp. “Tell them I’m doing a good job.”

Satsuki stared down at him. Her dark blue eyes were still clear. Still proud. Still trying to rule from above even as her body was being bounced on a fat middle-aged man’s huge cock. “You are,” she said, voice low and strained at the edges, “performing effectively.”

Barazo grinned. “Louder.”

The silence that followed tightened.

Then Satsuki drew herself up, even seated on his lap, and proclaimed with the same **** she might have used to declare martial law:

“MANKANSHOKU BARAZO IS PERFORMING ADMIRABLY.”

The words seemed to frame the room in giant Title Card block letters.

MANKANSHOKU BARAZO IS PERFORMING ADMIRABLY!

The whole dining hall shuddered with the absurd authority of it. The fibers in the uniforms fluttered. Nonon squeaked. Inumuta’s glasses flashed. Sanageyama looked ready to bite a wall in half. Gamagoori seemed one heartbeat from exploding into patriotic shame.

Barazo was thrilled. “That’s right,” he said, puffing up. “You heard the lady. I’m an admirable fuck. My penis should be the mascot for this elite club, nyahaha!”

It wasn’t an order that was absorbed by any of the surrounding members particularly. But the nearby sewing club quickly started working on a flag and banner that reflected the Elite Four’s new mascot.

Then Barazo reached down between them and found Satsuki’s clit.

No finesse. No subtlety. Just thick fingers rubbing that sensitive little nub with the same rude confidence he brought to everything else. The effect on Satsuki was immediate.

Her whole body jolted.

A sharp breath escaped her and her thighs clamped. Her hips moved against his hand before she could stop them.

Barazo’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh, there it is. There’s that lovable needy part that women try to hide.”

“You will not,” she said, the sentence thinning as his fingers kept rubbing, “mistake responsiveness for need.”

“But Lady Satsuki, you’re the one grinding on my hand while sitting on my dick.”

He punctuated the point by thrusting up hard. She shuddered. Her composure thinned another fraction.

Then it stopped being riding and turned into fucking.

Barazo planted his feet wide and took over.

The chair banged against the floor.
The tableware rattled.
His arms hauled her down while his hips drove up, over and over, fat cock punching into her with blunt, relentless ****.

THRUST!
THRUST!
THRUST!

Satsuki’s body rocked with each impact. Her breasts bounced wildly now, fully loose of the bikini. Her firm ass slapped his belly. Her hair had begun to slip out of place, dark strands shaking free around her face. She still tried to sit tall through it. Tried to look down on him. Tried to remain a woman of command while a piggish fashion king fucked her in front of her own council.

That effort only made every crack in the facade land harder.

Barazo groped, squeezed, pounded, and laughed through all of it. “Look at you. Still trying to be all regal while your pussy’s getting beaten stupid.”

Nonon again made a noise like a kettle screaming, though this time for a more obvious reason. “H-he cannot say that to her!” she hissed, keeping her eyes locked on the scene while her legs squeezed tightly around the digits pressing into her.

“He just did,” Inumuta said, also keeping his eyes upon Lady Satsuki but managing to use his tech to keep his rhythmic fingers pumping into Nonon’s twitching pussy.

Sanageyama placed his eyes over his blindfold. He didn’t want to sense every pulse of Barazo’s guttural rutting, Satsuki’s melting resistance, Nonon’s pulsing curiosity, and Inumuta’s mechanical fingering… but he did. The sense of sight he had given up to best Matoi was now tormenting him with an intimate knowledge of the lusts around him. “This is the worst meeting I’ve ever attended.”

Gamagoori’s fists flexed at his sides. “LADY SATSUKI’S CAPACITY TO ENDURE IS WITHOUT LIMIT!”

“Could you please stop making it sound like a school motto,” Nonon hissed.

Barazo kept rubbing her clit with one hand while the other roamed over her body, squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple, gripping her hip, slapping the curve of her ass. Every place he touched became the center of his world for one second before he lurched hungrily to the next.

Satsuki’s breathing had gone openly ragged now.

Her cunt tightened around him in involuntary pulses.
Her thighs quivered.
Her back arched despite herself as he kept striking deep inside her.

There was a point, somewhere in the ugly percussion of flesh and the wet grind of her body on his, when the whole room understood she was getting close. Not because she announced it. Never that. Because her control, that terrible immaculate thing she wore like a crown, had started to fail in visible pieces.

Her mouth kept parting.
Her eyes kept losing focus for split seconds.
Her hips were moving with him now, not just from impact, but in hunger.

Barazo saw it and went wild with pride. “That’s it. There’s my girl. Knew a body like this just needed a proper pounding.”

Satsuki’s glare snapped into focus, hot and furious and bright with betrayed pleasure. “I am not,” she managed, “your girl.”

“No?” Barazo panted, slamming up into her again. “What if I make you cum in my lap? Then you’d have to be my woman! Come on! Cum for daddy!”

That did it.

The answer hit her body first.

Her cunt clenched.

Her stomach tightened.

Her legs spread wider in his grip as if the **** of what was building inside her had physically pried her open.

The fact that she would become his lover was the only reason she attempted to resist. To fight her own natural urges of pleasure and resist him, yet the idea of becoming his was also so sweetly tempting. She hated losing, but to experience this pleasure more as Mankanshoku Barazo’s lover was driving her body closer and closer to its peak.

“Don’t do it, Lady Satsuki!” barked Sanegayama.

“R-resist!” Nonon agreed, though somewhat less committedly. Her own orgasm had been building rapidly to aim a joint climax with her idol.

Barazo felt it and groaned. “Ohhh shit. Ohhhh, you’re gonna do it. I can feel it. Satsuki-chan, you’re about to blow!”

“I am not going to ‘blow,’” she snapped, and then his thumb hit her clit just right, his cock drove up into her at the same instant, and the sentence broke in half on a sound far less dignified.

Then Satsuki blew.

The moment Barazo tipped her over the edge, the scene seemed to seize around her in a perfect freeze-frame: a jagged white explosion burst up between her spread legs with such impossible **** that it blanked Barazo and the chair out of existence, reducing them to absence beneath the blast, while her own body became a stark black silhouette thrown high and open against the detonation, legs flung wide, arms cast out, back bowed, tits twin rockets aimed for lift-off, hair exploding behind her, every ounce of her vaunted poise annihilated in one savage, involuntary instant before the world slammed back into motion with her cry following half a beat behind it.

COMPOSURE: OBLITERATED!!

She cried out as her orgasm hit and her body convulsed. Her cunt locked down on his cock so hard Barazo yelped and almost came from the squeeze alone.

But almost was not enough.

He wanted the full thing. Wanted the finish. Wanted to crown this ridiculous ascent from alley trash to tower dinner table with the most obscene punctuation his body could produce.

“Hohhh, Satsuki-chan,” he panted, still thrusting through her climax, “if you keep milking me like that I’m gonna flood you.”

Satsuki’s face was flushed deep now, her breath broken, hair disordered, body still trembling in the aftershocks. Yet even wrecked, she managed to lift her chin and answer with cracked authority.

“Then do so.”

That command tore the last of his restraint loose.

Barazo roared and came inside her.

His whole broad body spasmed with it. His cock throbbed hot and thick inside her, pumping one heavy pulse after another deep into her cunt while he kept rutting stupidly upward, riding out the orgasm like a man trying to nail his signature onto the inside of a cathedral. She jolted with every spurt. Wetness glistened at the base where their bodies met. Her spent cunt kept clenching around him, milking him for everything he had while his hands clamped greedily to her hips and ass.

THE KING SPENDS HIS TRIBUTE!

For a few long seconds there was nothing in the room except the sound of Barazo panting, Satsuki breathing through the wreckage, and the soft obscene aftermath of his cock still twitching inside her.

Even Nonon, who had managed to hit her own orgasm at the same time as Satsuki, just stayed there, eyes glued to the scene with Inumuta’s fingers lingering inside her.

Then Barazo laughed blissfully.

“Hah… hah… that,” he puffed, patting her hip with sticky affection, “was a really productive dinner.”

No one answered him.

Satsuki remained seated on him for a final beat, her body still trembling in tiny, treacherous aftershocks.

Then she rose.

His softening cock slid out of her with a thick wet pull, a line of semen stretching between them before snapping across her inner thigh in a bright, humiliating thread. She stood there, bare-breasted, bikini in disarray, thighs slick, cheeks flushed, and somehow still looked like she was the one holding court.

She adjusted the ruined strings of her bikini with measured fingers. She straightened and lifted her chin, the queen rebuilding herself in real time.

“Soroi-sama.”

Immediately a butler was by her side, bowing gently. “Yes, Lady Satsuki?”

“I have lost the duel. Prepare a room in Kiryuin Mansion for my new lover,” she said, gesturing to the semen leaking Barazo, “I will need him close by at all times if I am to relieve him sexually at any moment.”

“Of course, Satsuki-sama.” he said, sliding away to the side.

“A mansion?!” Barazo balked, grinning happily at his good fortune, “You all must love my fashion sense so much!”

It was here that the rest of the group were picking up their own thoughts from the floor as well. Nonon and Inumuta had looked at each other only once before his fingers were quickly ripped out of her, and her panties/skirt were returned to normal. Gamagori had returned to eating with his eyes closed in silence. And Sanegeyama was just sitting with his arms folded, fuming to himself.

Sanegayama clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Tch. Now he’s getting to live with Lady Satsuki too? I get that his clothes probably look amazing, but there’s limits…”

“She did lose the fight and orgasmed on his lap,” explained Inumuta. “Those were the terms.”

“Oh, and you’d know all about how women cum, wouldn’t you, fingers?”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“SANEGEYAMA! WE ARE NOT TO QUESTION LADY SATSUKI!” roared Gamagori.

The green haired swordsman shoved a pinkie in his ringing ear, “Dude. I’m blind, not deaf.”

Nonon had a haughty grimace towards the overweight slob that had nutted his oversized load over Satsuki’s fertile eggs. “He may be wearing good clothes now, but we’ll see if that knowledge is actually useful tomorrow, won’t we?”

“What was that?” asked Barazo, having only been half listening.

“Your title as ‘head of clothing ideas’ requires you to complete at least one daily task,” said Satsuki, folding her arms under her still panting bust while addressing him. “Fashion is ever evolving. You must assist us in creating new regalia as our fifth member of the Elite Four.”

To Satsuki, this meant he would need to work in tandem with the sewing club to come up with new battle regalia. Weaving life fibers into the combat suits that her top agents and club leaders wore, with the goal of surpassing all that appose her, including Matoi Ryuko.

But Barazo didn’t interpret her words that way.

“Oh! So I get to choose what kinda clothes all the students wear tomorrow? Like… sexy maid outfits!”

Satsuki nodded at the king’s request. “Correct. Your daily task is to pick a theme, we will deliver new school uniforms to reflect these wishes by the end of the night for the students to wear tomorrow.”

His wide face sported an even wider grin, “Alright! I can’t wait to tell my wife about my awesome new job!” he said, adjusting his underwear a little while his seed continued to leak onto the floor.

“She will be informed in your absence.”

“Absence?”

Satsuki nodded, “Yes. I said you would live in my mansion. You will stay there indefinitely. That offer also does not extend to your family.”

“Aww, what?!” He groaned, “But I still wanna see my wife and kids!”

“You’ll be too busy having sex with me to see them.”

“Oh, okay!”

He took a few beats imagining all the raucous rutting he’d get to have with Satsuki before slightly more wholesome thoughts prevailed. “...ahh, I still wanna see my kids a little. Maybe this job isn’t such a good idea… especially if I want to show Ryuko-chan how alpha male I am.”

The Elite Four all looked rather relieved that this brief stint of a fifth member inclusion seemed to be wrapping up rather quickly.

“Hey! I know! I’ll just stay at the school! That’s still pretty close to both you and my kids, right?!”

Satsuki nodded at Barazo, “Very well. My people shall arrange a place for you to stay on campus. Then you and I-”

“That does leave my wife all alone back home…” said Barazo, stroking his chin before once again coming to a conclusion. “Wait! I know what you can do!”