Kyoka acts determinately!

Happy National Horny Day, guys!

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Chris and Kyoka kiss passionately, their bodies pressed together as they slowly make their way into the fitting room. With a practiced move, Kyoka pulls the curtain shut without once breaking away from Chris' lips. One hand clings to the collar of his shirt, keeping him pressed tight against her massive tits, while the other works stubbornly at the buckle of his jeans. Chris meets her groping with equal fervor, one hand squeezing her breast, the other pulling her closer by the slender, firm waist.

— Ngh-h-h~… M-m… — Their moans blend together in unison.

Chris didn't even register when his cargo pants had become jeans. But he could swear he felt her desire to "fuss with him" through his skin for a second. And apparently that desire manifested as a surprisingly complicated belt on a pair of swamp-brown jeans that he's wearing now.

His hand slides slowly up her back, brushing the thin straps of her bra. Goosebumps ripple across her skin as his fingertips trace her spine, finding all the sensitive spots, until they reach the base of her skull. He pauses there for a moment, feeling the soft silk of her hair, then ventures deeper into the locks at her nape and temples, instinctively massaging the skin and the stiff roots.

— Mwuah-... — Chris pulls back just long enough to gasp. — That eager, are we~? I thought you wanted to draw this out until nightfall… M-mph-… — Another impatient kiss. — Was I wrong?

She tries to answer, but his fingers hit a spot behind her ear that sends a warm shudder down her spine, and whatever she was going to say dissolves. Her eyes roll back, a silly, vacant smile forming on her lips. It takes her a moment to gather herself enough to pull her hand away from his belt and tuck his stray hair behind his ear.

She pulls her trembling hand away from his belt for a second to tuck the stray strands of his hair behind his right ear, the ones that keep tickling her cheek and getting in her mouth. Her own hair, strangely enough, doesn't do that, even though it's longer and thicker. Still, she manages to steal a couple of ragged breaths to explain herself and to savor the feel of his fingers on her scalp:

— Nah, don'tcha worry… Ha-ah~... We'll fuck and "love" properly at my place. I'm just… M-mph~… — She dives back into a kiss only to pull away again, her thoughts moving slow and syrupy, which she finds weirdly pleasant. — …wanna get a taste before the main course, sweet ass~. — Kyoka smirks, locking her eyes on his as she squeezes his ass hard. — You look WAY too tasty to not eat ya up right now~…

Kyoka's face twists with a mix of confusion and overwhelming pleasure. Chris' fingers seem to move on their own, honed by years of practice, finding all the weak spots on her head that make her melt even more, making her want to surrender completely, to give him full control for the sake of these feelings:

— M-m-m~… Chri-i-is… oh my god… Your hands… they're so… like… warm and strong~… I'm meltin'… Oh! Oh~… OH~! Yes-s~… right there, keep going, please… O-oh~… Do you, like, have a massage quirk or something~? — Chris’ movements become more deliberate, instinctively understanding that by burying his fingers deep in her hair and tousling it, he's making her even more aroused, more relaxed and more pliant.

«Oh. My. Ga-awd~… If he can do this with jus' his fingers and my pretty head… what will it be like with my pussy~?... Will I completely melt? Will I beg to be his obedient little wife-slut~? ... Ah~! Or will I just become his personal sex doll, with him controllin' my thoughts and my desire for his touch~? ... M-m-m~… That sounds… SO fucking tempting~…» — Kyoka's thoughts drift lazily, imagining the next level of pleasure his fingers could give, and what she'd be willing to trade for his touch if he decided to "sell" it.

She's almost mentally slipped a leash onto herself, ready to hand him the other end with a purr or a grateful bark, depending on what he'd prefer, when her hand finally conquers the belt. The suspiciously complicated mechanism finally gives with a loud click. The sound snaps them both out of the moment; Kyoka's attention shifts to the now-free buckle and the bulge in his jeans, while Chris stops, pulling his fingers away from her scalp.

Her reason and self-control begin to creep back.

«O-oh~… Holy shit, heh-heh~…» — Kyoka chuckles inwardly, with a dawning sense of foolishness. — «Almost volunteered to be this guy's willing sex ****… Damn, Kyoka. You're losin' your edge… Which means~... it's time to end the foreplay and take this bull by the horns~! … Well. In this case, the horn».

— O-oh… Fuck, Chris. Under your hands… I almost forgot I wanted to blow you… Can I give ya my anal virginity later as an apology~? — "Innocently" and lewdly, she bats her eyes, pouting her lower lip slightly like a child, unable to control the slight, almost drunken sway of her head and the lazy drawl in her voice.

— Oh really? Well then, I will accept that offer and, I suppose, forgive you… But you know, you say it like you don’t like this drawn-out "game" we've got going. I get it, I'm pretty damn good, and you want perfect, but… you're talking like someone's watching us right now, just waiting for us to finally fuck like rabbits… And here we are, dragging it out, still stuck on the first foreplay after an hour, hah-hah! — Chris laughs loudly. — Just say it straight: you want to ride me, you little pervert~. Just say it: «Sex! Now!» – and I'll know you're done waiting~…

— I thought I already did… — She mutters, a bit flustered and still sluggish. — Fine, let me rephrase… Chris, I am absolutely fuckin' **** to ride ya cock right now – maybe your face too – and keep bouncin' on it 'til I've drained us both dry. As long as I can breathe, I wanna fuck you, milk every drop of cum out of ya, and kiss those tasty lips of yours. So now: show me your dick, and then – sex. And lots of it! — Kyoka confesses without a shred of shame, her words crisp and clear, before pulling him into another kiss, gentler this time but no less impatient.

She shamelessly grabs the button now exposed to the light, then the zipper on his jeans, undoing them quickly. A triumphant, sly, hungry smile spreads across her face as she pulls away from his lips to look at his crotch. With a light push, she seats him on the small changing bench, grabbing the waistband of his jeans.

Startled, Chris plops down on the bench with a loud, slightly clumsy thud. Kyoka pulls his jeans down to mid-thigh, exposing the large, long bulge in his dark blue boxers, the underwear itself, and the long scars around his hip joints.

— Wo-ow. — Kyoka's eyes widen as she stares at the scars. — Beauty… Who decorated ya like this on both legs~? They look amazing, and really, really hot~! …M-m, and they're so even… You didn't get 'em scarified, did ya~? — She asks, tracing her fingers languidly along the length of the scars, then looks up at him with interest, waiting for an answer. — Trying to look tough~?

— Huh? Nah, no. It's just… a villain attacked a couple years back, slashed me up… Had to use my quirk to regrow my legs from the hips down… — Chris delivers the last line with a grim tone and an equally grim smile. «Man… Guess there's no limit to what you'll suffer when your virginity's calling the shots…» — Chris' thoughts.

Kyoka freezes. Her wide eyes lock on his face, something flashing in them, fear or maybe just the struggle to process what she just heard. Her lips part, but no words come. The tips of her earjack quirk start clicking softly against each other, betraying the confusion her face refuses to show.

— I… — She stumbles, not knowing how to finish. Her gaze drops to the scars, then back up to him. — I asked… about scarification. Thought… — She fumbles for the right thing to say, biting her lip, then letting it go immediately, as if even that motion was wrong.

Though she feels like she should be incredibly embarrassed, it… felt strange. Almost normal, really. Like… what? Kyoka freezes, as if suddenly unsure where she is or who she is. A strange sensation, like she's forgotten something, something important, and it's slowly fading away.

«Heh. Funny...» — For a second, Kyoka feels like part of her has either disappeared or changed, but now she's back to her usual calm, the kind she always feels when she's screwed up.

The jacks click again. She doesn't notice.

— You… sorry, okay? — She finally said, and it came out too flat, too simple. She could barely sense that she should add something more or say it differently, but opening her mouth and closing it again, she decided that was apology enough. Why add anything? He wasn't throwing a fit, wasn't offended. He even answered in a joking tone. It was fine: «Just next time gotta be more careful and… delicate?».

Objectively, she screwed up. But let's be honest: what was she supposed to do?

It so happened that she hadn't fucked in months. Sometimes her body goes into withdrawal from lack of sex. And her own pussy would, treacherously and deliberately, drive her into that infantile, almost animal state where she doesn't care who she fucks, as long as she could ride someone again.

And here she was, sitting in front of a guy: confident, bold, playful, drop-dead gorgeous by any of her measure. And with those brutal, large scars that Kyoka, rightfully, found insanely sexy.

Her uterus cramped unpleasantly from the prolonged emptiness, which constantly irritated her because it happened all the time whenever any guy walked by.

«How the fuck am I supposed to be delicate when one whiff of him makes me want to get on top and fuck for weeks straight?!» — Kyoka wondered inwardly, analyzing the situation, already forgetting that she'd supposedly lost something.

Chris, meanwhile, found her flustered expression unbearably cute and charming. Seeing her face, gauging her confusion by the brightness of her red cheeks and her darting eyes, was priceless to him…

But not enough to push this situation to its limit and ruin the pretty sexy moment:

— …Pf-ft. Don't worry so much, hon. — He waves a hand dismissively, showing his calm. — You're not to blame for being turned on by scars. Especially on a sweet thing like me~… — A smug grin curls his lips. — …I like them too, actually… Besides. Back then, I found out I'm a bit more resilient than most… And, well, back at the hospital, with that nurse who was looking after me, I found out something interesting about my quirk~… — Kyoka's eyes show interest. — …Regeneration doesn't just let me regrow limbs… Let's just say: I recover my "stamina" pretty quickly~…

Understanding replaces the previous worry in Kyoka's eyes, and the fire of desire reignites as she finally processes what kind of "stamina" Chris is talking about.

— Oh, so you've already had experience pushing your limits, Chrissy~? — Kyoka licks her upper lip, not taking her eyes off him. — So… In theory, you could fuck me all night and still be ready for another round~? Gosh, you're just a walking miracle… — She bites her lower lip dreamily. — I've already got so many dirty ideas about how I'm going to find the limits of your "abilities", hee-hee~… Don't think I'm "some sadistic maniac", I'm not going to **** you… Probably~… Just be ready for more "attention" from me and for the fact that no fantasy in my head will be complete without you~… — She purrs in a low, seductive tone.

— M-m-m… Quite flattered~… — Chris accepts her "threat" with pleasure, then his expression changes as if he's just remembered something important. — …Oh! …Li-i-isten… I've been doing some math here… Scar fetish, suspected oral fixation, goth-punk outfit, suspiciously masterful skills at tying yourself up with your own quirk. Bluntness, sass, and a huge libido… — He counts off on his fingers. — Not a bad set, huh? So here's the thing. I've got a… Question. — He pauses, letting the implication hang for a beat. — Do you have so-called "Daddy issues"? Sorry, but all of this together looks pretty damn suspicious. — He stretches out the words teasingly, but without malice.

— I do not have "DADDY ISSUES"! I AM PAPA'S SPECIAL FUCKIN' GIRL! — Kyoka announces loudly, emphasizing the ends of her sentences with a deliberately joking tone.

Her voice has lost the last pathetic remnants of the embarrassment that somehow survived, becoming confident and playfully seductive again.

— Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, pervert. Then there's the dominant streak that switches off the moment you get pushed back, or choked… Oh! And I distinctly remember you describing how you wanted me to fuck you with a leash on your neck~. Plus, that strip show… You knew how to move. How long did you practice all those moves and develop your style…?

Kyoka looks away for a moment, thinking of a way to justify her "inclinations". From her satisfied smile, it's clear his list of her "symptoms" only pleases her.

— Hey! I turned out this way on my own, 'kay? At certain stages of my life, I was into different… stuff… Not my fault it all came together to create this whole "daddy issues" image. — She looks at him again. — And even if I got all that an' some other things on top, it doesn't mean I got problems with my dad! My dad's actually realy sweet and nice… Mom wouldn't have snagged him if he wasn't such a «cutie»… And his dick, I suppose, also played a part… A big one. — She snorts with a hint of irony.

— Ho? So you take after your mom~? I happen to be quite the "cutie" myself~. And, heh, as you can see… — Chris glances down at his half-exposed crotch. — … I'm not exactly "lacking in the nature department"… «Apple doesn't fall far from the tree», huh~?

— I see it, gorgeous~. And «yes» – that's the answer to your last question~… — Kyoka licks her lips hungrily. — But unlike my mom, I'm a big fan of the phrase: «Ya gotta inspect the goods first… before you use 'em»~… — Kyoka looks more closely at the bulge, then back at Chris. — …So I'll start "the inspection" right now~…

Kyoka brings her face dangerously close to his covered cock. She feels the scent, the most intoxicating aroma of lust and sex, filling her nostrils. With every breath, it seeps deeper into her body. It clouds her mind, relaxing it, slowing it down just enough to let all her dirty fantasies and thoughts run wild like never before.

Kyoka reaches for the waistband of his boxers, noticing the dark, wet patches on the fabric for the first time. Slowly, she pulls them down, biting her lip in anticipation. When the elastic finally gives, his hard cock springs free, nearly slapping her in the face. She jerks back instinctively, but her eyes are already locked on IT.

IT is thick, long, slightly curved upward, perfectly smooth and clean. No veins or imperfections mar the skin. A faint pulse runs through the shaft, syncing with his heartbeat. The cone-shaped head peeks out from under the foreskin, casting a tempting shadow. A mixture of precum and a bit of semen slowly oozes from the tip, proof that Chris has been "ready to go" for a while. Even by sight alone, it looks impossibly soft and smooth.

Kyoka is mesmerized. By the sight. By the faint musky scent with its animalistic edge and the lingering trace of fresh cum. By the soft, smooth feeling as her fingers run over it, gently, carefully, as if afraid to break it. Goosebumps race up her arms to her back. Her face is frozen in a mixture of childish wonder and adult shock, utterly stunned by admiration and disbelief. Her eyes hold obvious, boundless joy and an insatiable hunger.

The cock is powerful, flexible, incredibly firm, exactly as soft and smooth on the outside as she thought, and rock-hard inside. Almost absolute perfection by Kyoka's standards. Except it's just a little smaller than her treasured "sweet spot", the size that would fill all her holes perfectly, bringing maximum pleasure. Chris' is about nine inches, she guesses, while her ideal is ten or eleven. But aside from that, it's nothing short of divine favor.

— O-Oh FUCK YES! I knew ya were packin' some serious heat. A girl with my experience always knows the difference between a "boy" an' a "man"~… But THIS is a real "stud", ha-a-a~!

In a surge of overwhelming desire and a flicker of barely conscious disappointment, her earjacks vibrate faintly. The metal tips catch the light with a soft pink gleam, and Kyoka suddenly "remembers" what her quirk can do.

A flash of memory hits her, sharp but painless. She remembers "experiments" with her quirk, searching for new ways to use it "for good". In simpler terms, she was looking for the best ways to get herself off with her quirk.

During those "studies", she discovered a very interesting feature, besides its unnatural strength when she hung herself from the ceiling. If she made the jacks vibrate at a low frequency, sent her own heartbeat through the wires, and inserted a jack into a natural orifice, the part of the body associated with that orifice would temporarily grow larger and become incredibly sensitive.

She also found out that if she kept the jacks vibrating without pulling them out, she could black out from the sheer number of orgasms per minute, then have to wait a long time for the effect to wear off before she could get up with her new, hyper-sensitive proportions.

And there was one more discovery she made during those sessions: whenever she used the effect to swell her breasts, they would start lactating. The more she enlarged them, the heavier the flow – a direct correlation she quickly learned to exploit. At first, the sudden trickle of milk startled her, but the warm, sweet taste and the way her already hypersensitive nipples would tingle and drip at the slightest brush… it didn't take long for that to become another favorite experiment.

She never understood why it worked or what her heartbeat and low frequencies had to do with it, but the fact remained: she could temporarily enlarge body parts by "plugging in". After that day, she always showed up at school with her chest and lips several times bigger than their standard size. She's since stopped doing that, having grown out of showing off. No need to mention how much she loves this ability, especially since the sound of her "organic matter" swelling instantly makes her pussy gush and her nipples turn into diamonds.

She smiles to herself, the hidden disappointment vanishing without her notice: if needed, she can add those extra "missing" inches to Chris at any time, just like she always did with other guys. But for now… this masterpiece before her has no flaws. The only thing that could be considered a flaw is that it's still not inside her.

«But that won't last long either~…» — Kyoka thought possessively, gazing at the throbbing organ.

— O-oh~… Such a beau-u-uty. So strong and ready just for me-e-e~…? — Kyoka whispered, spellbound, exhaling happily, her voice breathy, as if the cock itself could hear her praise. — Ya know how to get me goin', don'tcha, sweetie? Know how to make mommy scream, hittin' all my weak spots, don'tcha~? — She stroked the shaft with her fingertips, lewd and slow, and it "happily twitched" in response. — M-m-m… Wanna feel ya fill my mouth, my sweet, horny little boy… How you'll stretch my womb with that thick head of yours~… How you'll fill me up with pints of thick, tasty cum, sweetie~! …

— … — Chris stared at Kyoka with a "slight" look of bewilderment.

Of course, when he'd headed to the mall, he'd imagined what Kyoka would be like in the end. Naturally, those were just wet fantasies, which he knew would only partially come true. But what he saw before him, his girlfriend excitedly and obsessively talking to his dick as if Chris himself wasn't even there, was a far cry from the playful goth-punk girl with high confidence and an insane libido he'd envisioned.

Still, overall, he didn't really care about this "oddity", she was still loved by him, and even her conspiratorial tone with his penis somehow arousing him, awakening his hyper acute feelings of love and lust.

«Love loves all oddities…» — a quote from someone came to his mind.

Kyoka brushed her bangs behind her ear with a finger so they wouldn't get in the way of her mouth. The piercing on her now exposed brow, two small cones of dark metal, caught the light.

Everything starts slowly, almost cautiously. First, she just touches him with her palms, the soft, smooth, hot skin of his cock seeming to beg for her fingers. She runs her open palms along the whole shaft, up and down, carefully squeezing, feeling, memorizing every groove and every inch of firmness.

Kyoka leans closer, her breasts, pressed tight by her bra, swaying heavily with each deep breath. She presses the cock against the right side of her face, realizing the whole shaft is longer than her head height. A bright, lewd smile of anticipation shines on her face. The hot, thick scent fills her lungs, goes straight to her head, taking up all the space there. She rubs her cheek against the shaft like a content kitten against its owner's warm hand, runs her nose from the base to the tip, inhaling especially deeply at the head where the smell is richest and sweetened by watery precum, her nostrils flaring wide and wantonly.

— O-o-oh, Chri-i-is~… How'd ya manage to get me so worked up when you're barely doin' anythin'? …Why'd ya smell SO fuckin' good? An' why's it I want SO BAD to swallow your whole cock~? — Kyoka murmurs with love and tenderness, still rubbing her cheek against it, loosely wrapping her hands around the base and middle.

— Heh-heh~… Dunno, Kyo. Maybe I'm just special? I've heard you can tell if someone's right for you by their smell. Like, the better they smell, the better they are as a partner. Maybe you just found yours~… And for the record, your scent drives me crazy too… When we kissed the first time, I thought one more second and I'd rip your clothes off and bend you over right on the floor…

— M-m-m~… So I wasn't the only one who wanted that back then. — She says with languid pleasure. — …Ya know, I was so-o hopin' I could seduce you with just some touches and those little kisses that I didn't even notice I got so aroused up I switched to a "longer game" plan~.

Kyoka presses her nose to the base, into his pubis, completely smooth and clean like the rest of Chris' skin. Shamelessly, breathing in deeply, she inhales the intimate scent of hot skin and thick musk, her nostrils flaring wide again with greedy breaths, a shiver of pleasure running through her body. Her eyes close for a moment, her lips part in a lustful sigh, and she moans low in her throat, feeling the scent amusingly go to her head, making her lower belly clench with pure depravity. The smell here was many, many times stronger and more intense than anywhere else, so she drank in every bit of air there.

Her hand slowly strokes the whole shaft, from base to tip and back, her fingers gripping tighter, pressing a little harder where she guesses the veins are. She repeats the motion again and again, her palm getting wet from precum, which only makes it easier to jerk him.

Kyoka bites her lip and exhales hotly onto his skin, imagining how soon this cock will be inside her, stretching and filling all her holes to the brim with hot, delicious, thick cum. Her thighs squeeze together involuntarily, and a fresh trickle of slick runs from her panties. Pure, animal lust flares in her eyes as they finally lift to look at Chris predatorily.

Her thighs clench again, and she nearly whimpers at the sharp, sweet ache of emptiness between her legs.

— U-u-ugh~… Smells even tastier down here than I thought… — She breathes out, her head going blank for a second, her vision darkening from the overload of sensation.

She freezes for a moment, letting the scent fully take over her consciousness. Then slowly she comes back to reality and suddenly realizes something's not right. Her nose, sharpened to its limit, now picks up not only the spicy, animal scent of arousal, but also… a lack of something else. That's what threw her off, made her pause for a second.

— Hold on… — Her voice drops lower, a note of disbelief creeping in. She runs her fingers over his thigh, his stomach, checking. The skin under her palm is dry. There are only a few drops of sweat at his temples and on his chest, damp patches on his shirt. Kyoka freezes, processing this, and a slow, genuine smile spreads across her face. — Are you… only lightly sweaty? From ME? From EVERYTHIN' we've been doin'?.. — She gestures at his body, their position, the puddles on the floor.

Her voice trembles, not just from indignation, but even more from that wild, almost mad exhilaration spreading somewhere in her chest and sinking lower, squeezing her insides into a tight, pulsing knot. She lifts her eyes to Chris', wet, wide, with a predatory gleam somewhere deep in her pupils.

— And that's it?! — she repeats, and now her question sounds less like offense and more like a challenge. A challenge she accepts instantly, before she even finishes speaking.

Because she knows her body. She knows how guys react to her, especially the ones who jerk off to goth chicks, teasing, and all that "edgy" stuff. She's used to them losing their breath just from her presence, their hard‑ons impossible to miss. She's used to them melting in front of her.

But this one… this one sits in front of her with a rock‑hard dick, ragged breath, and barely a drop of sweat. As if all the heat she's thrown at him is just a light warm‑up, not an exhausting **** of teasing.

— Well, well, well~… — Kyoka draws out, and now her voice carries not indignation, but anticipation. Her lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile. — So I'm gonna have to work real hard just to warm ya up, huh~?

She licks her lips, feeling the fire of excitement ignite inside her. She doesn't just want him anymore. She wants to break his composure. Wants to see this unshakable, resilient guy start melting under her, breaking into a sweat, losing control, gasping for air when she takes what's hers.

— Well, what had you expect~? — Chris fires back with cheeky playfulness. — I need something a little more intense than just some hot kisses, a killer strip show, and a really dirty inspection of my cock, kitten~…

— Mr-ryaow~… — That's all he gets from her, a girl who's already decided that until he empties himself into her, he's not leaving that dressing room in one piece. So to speak: «Challenge accepted, big boy~».

Kyoka shifts one hand more comfortably onto Chris' thigh, gripping it tight for support, while her other hand keeps stroking his shaft slowly, gently, squeezing and caressing, holding it steady in place. Her breath hitches, coming out in short, hot exhalations. Her head lowers smoothly until her lips are level with the smooth, heat‑radiating skin of his balls. She parts her lips just a little, pursing them into a tight circle, and presses gently against the skin just below his testicles, where the faint trail of precum ends.

The first kiss mark comes out thick and wet. A sharp, slightly muffled sound escapes her lips as she sucks in the air between them. Kyoka moves upward slowly, leaving behind dark purple, faintly glossy prints of her lips. Each kiss lands at exactly the same distance, from the base of his balls up along the shaft, following the shiny trail of precum. She spreads the slick fluid over the smooth skin and over her own lips, making them even more glossy and slippery.

With each kiss, her lips absorb more and more of the precum. The liquid seeps into every crease, smoothing her skin, making it silky and wet. Kyoka feels, without really paying attention, how her lips become incredibly smooth and sensitive, so much so that even the tip of her tongue sliding across them finds not a single roughness, yet still sends a pleasant tingle through her. And on his cock, perfect lip‑shaped marks remain.

She moves unhurriedly, pausing at each spot, kissing with her mouth slightly open so her tongue can lap up the drops of sweet‑salty slick, whose scent alone makes her shudder with arousal. Kyoka tries to leave the lipstick as evenly as possible, all while maintaining eye contact with Chris.

Finally, her lips press against the head, and Kyoka freezes, feeling the skin pulse beneath them. She slowly draws in air, taking a deep breath, letting the scent fill her nose, her throat, her lungs. Her eyelids flutter shut, and she holds her breath for a second, feeling the incredibly bright, magnificent, mind‑blowing smell pack her nose, her trachea, her lungs. Then she exhales loudly, with a moan, releasing a hot, humid stream of air. It hits his urethra, making his cock twitch.

Her lips close tightly around the tip, forming a narrow seal, and finally hide the small part of the head that had been peeking out from under the foreskin. Kyoka begins to suck, hard but rhythmically, working her mouth, her cheeks noticeably hollowing with each pull, showing how greedily she's drawing out everything that's collected inside. At the same time, the tip of her tongue circles insistently and tenderly at the opening, licking it, trying to go deeper, gathering every drop.

— Agh! — Chris gasps sharply as the strong vacuum seal grips the sensitive edge of his head.

Kyoka keeps at it intently, her gaze switching lovingly between the shaft and Chris' face, both of which tense in jolts at her movements. She varies the suction, sometimes softer, sometimes deeper, guided by her own sensations and by the way his cock jerks against her mouth. Each of his twitches sends a sweet pulse through her lower belly, striking the center of her womb.

Her tongue works relentlessly, sometimes pressing flat and licking the whole surface, sometimes digging insistently into the urethra with its tip, pushing against the firm, erect head. The warm, slick mixture of precum and the occasional drop of semen steadily flows into her mouth. The taste is rich, full, with a peculiar depth and an inexplicable exotic flavor Kyoka has never experienced before, and she loves it instantly, the moment the first drops hit her taste buds. She moans, feeling a hot wave of pleasure spread through her body.

And after that first attempt to taste the full flavor from those heavily diluted drops of semen, Kyoka immediately gave up, deciding it was better to go all out and collect the whole "reward" a bit later than to settle for these pathetic crumbs now. She understood subconsciously that she wouldn't be able to fully grasp the depth of sensation if she limited herself to this pittance. Which meant it was time to really work for it.

So she gives one especially juicy, lingering suck to finish the prelude: cheeks hollowed deep, lips sealed tight around the tip, tongue still greedily lapping at the opening, trying to draw out anything else. A low, vibrating moan escapes her throat. She isn't stopping until she's taken everything she can get right now.

She lifts her eyes to Chris. Predatory. Ravenous. A wet gleam on her swollen lips. Her gaze lingers on his face for only a second, but in that second, she pours everything she's feeling: triumph, hunger, satisfaction, and also deep, strange notes of peace and gratitude that she can't fully describe or even understand.

Her eyes drop back to the cock. She parts her lips just a little at the very tip and slowly pushes it inside, rocking her head back and forth sensually. With each careful, lustful movement, her lips grow softer, fuller, more tender, becoming more pliant and elastic. The head gradually disappears behind their new volume.

She pulls back slightly, and with a characteristic kissing sound, the tip leaves her lips in an instant. With the hand still gripping his cock, Kyoka pushes back the foreskin, smiling at the thick, burgundy-red head now exposed to the light. A fresh drop of precum oozing from it, about to be devoured.

— Well hey there, cutie~. — Kyoka coos coyly as her lips suddenly engulf the entire bare head in one go.

She squeezes the tip with her lips a couple of times, then slowly parts them, releasing the head so that the tip of her tongue can poke out. It touches the hot, saliva-slick skin at the very edge and begins to trace slow, teasing circles. Her tongue draws perfect rings, soaking the head generously, gathering the leftover precum and mixing the bright smears of lipstick into a translucent purple, sticky-thick film. Kyoka can feel the cock hardening even more under the gentle, insistent motion.

She could go on forever, sliding her tongue along the smooth, taut skin, feeling every hidden vein pulse beneath it, feeling the head twitch in time with his heartbeat. But that sharp feeling has stirred inside her again, the one that appeared the moment Chris came into her life and lodged itself in her head as if it had always been there.

The desire for MORE.

No matter how much she satisfies him today, fueling it with increasingly uninhibited, lewd, intimate acts, it always returns with renewed ****. It constantly pushes her to continue, to drag things out less, to get dirtier, to want sex more. It urges Kyoka to just fuck Chris already. No matter where, no matter how, the main thing is as soon as possible. And this desire can no longer be quieted with a little flirtation or teasing. Something much bigger is needed, more than just wiggling her ass and passionate kisses. She needs cum. Needs to come. Needs to milk Chris dry. Needs to pass out from dozens of orgasms. Needs sex. Now.

But she can't rush too much either, otherwise where's the intrigue? The fun? Besides this new craving, Kyoka is also driven by her old love for "games". Sure, she could just take down Chris and fuck him right there, but that would just be boring. What's the point of sex without foreplay? Why eat a "raw dish" when it's so much tastier if you marinate it properly, let it stew, and let all the inner juices come out? Kyoka definitely acts on emotion, especially when it leads to sex, but that doesn't mean she's some barbarian or dumb "himbo fucker". She's a lady first and foremost! And only second is she a total degenerate with a massive collection of depraved fetishes and kinks...

She doesn't just want to blow Chris. She needs to do it beautifully. With style. So that he wants it from her, so that she brings him to orgasm. So that he begs her for the climax. She needs Chris to decide to submit to her on his own, to give himself to her freely, for her exclusive use.

Kyoka feels that animal part of herself, the one demanding sex and procreation. She also recognizes the importance and pleasure of a proper foreplay, of slowly building passion. And Kyoka isn't the type to waver between two choices. She takes everything at once, fulfilling all her desires.

Kyoka moans, hollowing her cheeks a little more, creating a vacuum, and with a loud, obscene 'pop', she releases his cock.

— Mwuah. — She adds to the already high level of indecency with her voice.

The sound is wet and sharp, leaving Kyoka's swollen lips slightly vibrating from the sudden release. She freezes an inch from the tip for a second. Then she leans forward again, not to swallow him down this time. Playfully, catlike, she runs her tongue along the frenulum.

Slowly. From the base of the head to the very top, the sensitive spot where the thin skin stretches. Her tongue moves flat, insistently lapping at that spot with the same thoroughness as a sugar addict licking a lollipop. Over and over. Back and forth. Circular motions give way to quick, teasing touches with the tip, then back to slow, slow passes over the whole surface.

Chris exhales something unintelligible, her name, or just a stray moan slipping past his lips. His whole body is braced on his hands, pressed into the edges of the seat, his hips jerking instinctively, wanting to push forward, but Kyoka keeps control. She pulls back just enough to keep her distance and looks up at him from under long, elegant lashes, a slight, smug smile on her wet lips.

Kyoka's pussy and ass pulsed harder and harder, now quite noticeable even through her underwear. But they were both too absorbed in each other to notice anything beyond the faces before them. Chris drowned in her sly, satisfied eyes; Kyoka drowned in his flustered happy expression. So engrossed were they that neither saw the girl's panties rhythmically contract along with her lower holes, new droplets seeping through the fabric, breaking free and falling with soft sounds onto the already wet floor.

Kyoka lowered herself, spreading her knees wider on the cold floor, and leaned forward toward the base of his cock. Her tongue, slow, wet, deliberately unhurried, traced a long line from the base, along the entire underside, up to the head.

— A-a-a-a-a-ah. — She drew the sound out luxuriously, licking with her mouth open, letting saliva stream generously over his skin, coating the shaft with a new slick layer that covered the trail of purple lipstick marks.

A wide, blissful smile played on her lips, so openly lewd yet so sincere and loving that Chris couldn't help wanting to stay in this moment forever. Her eyes blazed with energy, filled with ecstasy, depravity, and that same craving for more that kept driving her forward.

She ran her tongue from base to tip again. And again. And again, like a cat, greedily, unashamedly, sinking deeper into her own pleasure with each stroke. Her tongue slid over the taut skin, gathering the salty moisture, pressing her piercing into sensitive spots, and Chris no longer held back his moans.

Finally, she closed her mouth after one last, sharp stroke, slowly pulling back, eyes shut, and moaned with her mouth open. Loudly, unreservedly, not hiding her pleasure. She savored that exquisite taste, letting it spread over her tongue, fill her mouth, hit her head with a fresh wave of heat.

— M-mgh~… You put something on your cock? 'Cause tastin' this good with just skin and sweat is definitely against the rules~.

— Ah … Hah… N-no. Ha-ah… — Chris was too aroused, his mind too foggy to manage more than that.

She caught his state and in an instant looked even hungrier, even more confident, ready for a deeper "analysis of Chris' flavor profile".

— Ha-ah~… Alright. Enough playin' around. Wanna swallow your whole cock now, sweetie~.

Scooting forward, Kyoka confidently slid her hands under Chris' thighs and knees, and to his surprise, easily lifted his legs, straightening her back so her chin was above the tip. Then slowly, with clear satisfaction, she began taking his entire cock into her mouth.

At first she took only the head, as before. Her lips formed a soft, tight ring, and she sucked rhythmically, intently, on the burgundy tip. With each deepening wave of her head she took a little more. In the quiet of the fitting room, the wet glide of his cock over her tongue was clearly audible, the smacking of her lips sliding down the shaft, gathering saliva and spreading it evenly along its length. Kyoka breathed through her nose, short, muffled inhales, never losing focus. From her throat came muffled, sweet moans, soft but distinct, betraying how much she loved sucking him.

— A ah… Fuck… — Chris exhaled as her tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. His hand reached for her head, fingers brushing back a strand of hair threatening to fall over her face, then stayed at her temple, holding the tucked behind the ear bangs in place. Between their mutual moans Chris made out a low, single «M-mph~!», her way of saying "thanks" without pulling away.

Midway down the shaft Kyoka stopped. She held still for a few seconds, pressing her lips tighter, grinding the lipstick into his skin. When she pulled back, a dark purple ring was left behind, thick, glossy from saliva, with an even, mirror like finish. Kyoka hummed contentedly, admiring her "mark".

Then she drew back a short distance, brought her lips to the head again, and with one confident motion swallowed him to the hilt, using her hands to pull Chris closer by the thighs. From the outside, a visible bulge traveled down her throat, the thick outline of his cock stretching her neck as it sank deep inside her, pulsing with each heartbeat before settleng just above her collarbone.

A deep, wet sound filled the fitting room, dense, juicy, as if something large and soft had plunged into something fleshy, wet, and hollow. Kyoka heard and felt every vibration through her body: the way his cock rubbed against her palate, slid over her tongue, **** its way into her throat, how Chris' gasps rippled through his frame. Those sounds hit her somewhere at the base of her skull, sent tremors through her knees, made her back prickle with goosebumps, her eyes rolling back under their lids. A tiny but very hot spurt of squirt shot from her pussy through panties, a micro orgasm that hit the floor and began to cool, giving off a faint wisp of steam.

Kyoka freezes, feeling the head pressed deep inside, the shaft filling her entire mouth, stretching her cheeks. Each beat of Chris' heart echoes as a dull throb somewhere deep in her throat. She feels with her palate how tense his cock is, how it vibrates with restrained desire, how somewhere beyond, millions of hyperactive sperm swarm, ready at any second to shoot deep into Kyoka. From this knowledge – that he is completely inside her now, that he's ready to pump about a pint of semen into her, that she controls the whole process – her womb aches insistently, itching with emptiness and "loneliness".

With effort, she swallows, the sound muted and low. The cock slips a little deeper, her nose pressing into his smooth, hairless pubis. With a quick exhale she blows hot, moist air over it. A muffled, vibrating moan tears from her throat, low and bassy. She feels the moan tremble through the entire length of his cock, feels it tense in response, and how desperately she wants to release that "tension" from Chris into herself.

— O-o-oh… Kyoka-a-a~… — Chris breathes out her name as if it's the only word he still remembers. His head falls back, his eyes squeezing shut, his hands now gripping her forearms tightly, carefully.

Kyoka doesn't hurry to pull away. She stays for a few seconds, feeling him inside her – the weight, the heat, the pulse. His cock packs her mouth so tight that for a moment it seems she won't be able to breathe, air slipping through in a thin stream, and in this half suffocated, viscous sensation there's something intoxicating and arousing. She loves how he stretches her throat, how each difficult breath sends vibrations along his shaft, how her body itself yearns to take him even deeper.

Then she slowly draws him out, almost to the tip, and swallows him whole again. She does it again. And again. And again. «MO-O-ORE~!!!», Kyoka wants to scream, but with her mouth full, she can only beg in her thoughts.

Wet, slurping sounds fill the fitting room. Smacking, sucking, Kyoka's muffled moans and Chris' heavy, ragged breath blend into a single arousing rhythm of pure lust. Kyoka hears each one distinctly, as if they're echoing dully right inside her head, and that makes her pussy clench in another spasm of pleasure. Between her movements, thin, hot streams of squirt spurt from her, and with each micro orgasm her thighs jerk, sinking her deeper into this wet, greedy state. Each micro orgasm, short, sharp, almost rough, rips through her body, making her lose rhythm for a second, but she only presses her face harder into his crotch. A whole puddle has pooled beneath her knees, and each time she rocks forward, the soft slap of her legs against the warm, wet floor echoes.

Swallowing him to the base once more, she stops. Her mouth is sealed around the lowest part of the shaft, her lips almost touching his scrotum, a hair’s breadth away. Kyoka begins working her tongue, licking everything she can reach from there, her tip tracing the taut skin, pressing her piercing into the harder spots. The wet, persistent glide of her tongue is audible, the sucking, the hollowing of her cheeks to create a vacuum, then the release with a loud, juicy smack, only to muffle again the itching emptiness and hunger by filling her throat with his cock.

— A-ah~… Kyoka... holy shit… — Chris no longer holds back his moans, his hips trembling in small jerks, his breath completely shattered. — How do you… where did you… a-ah!.. learn to do that… — He feels he's going to come soon if she keeps being this passionate, this skilled, this sexy.

Kyoka freezes, feeling his cock twitch faintly deep inside her. She doesn't move for a few seconds, just sits there breathing deeply through her nose. The soft, thick, musky scent, slightly sweet, fills her lungs, spreads through her body with that familiar languid heat, mingling with the equally soft but quite sweet scent of her own squirt. She breathes it in again and again, and with each inhale her head grows a little lighter, a little hazier, her body more pliant, more sensitive.

She presses her face tighter, shoving her nose into his pubis, pushing his cock deeper down her throat. A wave of pleasure rolls through her, and for a moment her knees nearly buckle, making her almost collapse onto his thighs, but she catches herself quickly and stays upright. Chris' scent, warm, masculine, slightly salty, with that special animal note that always throws her off balance, now overwhelms her. In her nostrils, in her throat, in her lungs.

Tears roll down her cheeks. Not from pain or effort, just her body unable to handle the flood of dopamine and endorphins crashing into it. Kyoka feels her mascara starting to run, leaving dull dark tracks on her cheeks, but she doesn't care. Makeup is the last thing she needs to worry about. She swallows a couple more times, feeling her throat constrict around his cock like a worm, the head slipping a little deeper, another half inch sliding in. A muffled, contented moan escapes her throat as she gets a phantom sense that she’s about to come hard.

Chris exhales sharply through his teeth, a ragged, loud sound. His fingers tighten on her shoulders now, gripping her like he's afraid he'll fall, or come without meaning to, if he lets go. A fine tremor runs through his knees as he lets her do whatever she wants.

Kyoka feels his cock begin to tense and contract in a very particular way. The vibrations and her sharp hearing let her catch every detail: his balls drawing up, the sperm pushing forward through the ducts, the blood rushing to the head, preparing for release. She senses the orgasm coming just a few seconds before it hits.

— FUCK-… I'm… ha-A-ah~… close… Kyo! — Chris barely chokes out, feeling himself about to spill into her.

The thought cuts through the thick, syrupy haze of pleasure in Kyoka's head with difficulty. It's so hard to think with her mouth full of cock, every cell in her body vibrating from overstimulation, dozens of micro orgasms in the last two minutes, and her own real, massive climax about to tear through her in seconds.

«W-what?.. Already?.. — The thoughts move sluggishly, like in thick syrup. — Chris… Already done?... I just… I only just started…».

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a scattered, almost childish «No! Don't want to!» flashes, but it's immediately replaced by something dirty, predatory, that makes her insides clench in wordless approval.

«Ah, fuck it… Gonna have to forcibly extend my "cock subscription"… If you won't play with me yourself, I'll make you WORK "properly", sweetie~… And beggin' will not help you out of it…» — dark thoughts race through her head. If anyone could read them, they'd think she was a horny villain.

The decision comes instantly, not even a decision really, more a strange reflex. Her body reacts faster than her mind can process. At that moment, her hair, nails and makeup darken a few shades, adapting to her dark thoughts and her newly reinforced BDSM fetish.

Kyoka surges forward, sucking his cock to the base with immense ****, creating a powerful vacuum, and a second later jerks back. A loud, wet 'smack', the sound of vacuum breaking on wet skin, with a growling groan echoes through the fitting room. As his cock leaves her mouth, her hands slip out from under Chris and land on his knees, her earjacks already moving.

Chris has no time to react or understand what's happening before he feels something thin and long wrap around his balls and the base of his shaft. The flexible cords of her quirk coil tightly around his dick with practiced skill, several tight loops.

Chris' body gave an involuntary jerk, a full-body tremor. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled, aroused moan. An intense orgasm hit him, washing over him in waves. He felt it in every single nerve, his body **** to release but unable to. His cock twitched in the heavy, humid air, throbbing uselessly, swelling with a fresh rush of blood. Inside, the sperm pushed against blocked channels, with no way out.

— A-ah!.. Kyo-… — He forces out, eyes squeezed shut, while she hovers in a half mad state.

Kyoka breathes heavily, having forcibly suppressed her own imminent orgasm. Chris breathes heavily, recovering from a forcibly suppressed one. Kyoka sits on her knees, mouth wide open, tongue lolling, her attempts to catch her breath more like an animal: fast, shallow inhales and exhales. Chris' head is thrown back, one forearm draped over his eyes, the same arm that was holding back Kyoka's hair a moment ago, his chest heaving, each breath is a struggle.

— F-fuck… Kyo… — He forces out, his voice breaking somewhere mid word. — That… that was… something else…

— Heh-heh-heh… — She exhales in reply, still unable to speak coherently.

A few more seconds pass. Kyoka takes a deep breath and slowly lifts her head. A predatory, hungry gleam lights her eyes, driven not by her brain but by her cunt.

— How ya doin', sweetie~? — she asks, feigning innocence, batting her lashes. Her voice is still rough, but playful, slightly unhinged notes creeping in. — That all ya got? Where's the "fireworks"? Not seein' any "sparks" or "explosions" here~… — She looks up at him now with sadistic mockery.

Chris looks at her, and instead of disappointment, a crooked, expectant, half understanding smile spreads across his face. He's still struggling to breathe, barely able to focus his eyes on her.

— Holy fuck, Kyo… — he breathes out, head falling back. — Why-… What did you… ha-ah-… just do?

— Punished ya. — Kyoka tilts her head, loosening the jacks' grip slightly. Her tone carries seductive, dominant notes. — For your cock tastin' so good I can't think about anything else, for lyin' to me so damn smugly… and for being obscenely fast. — Her voice turns momentarily serious, almost annoyed. — I was just getting into it, and you were already gonna finish? No, no, no, sweetie… That's not how this works~.

— …Fast? — Chris lets out a raspy laugh, still catching his breath. — Who, like, a minute ago… was drilling my cock with her tongue, hah-, and looked like she was about to come herself any second, hah-…

— I'm a girl, — Kyoka shrugs with effortless, shameless ease. — I'm allowed to be sensitive. You're the strong, durable one… And true, heh-heh. I almost came from that blowjob~! — She playfully makes a cute anime face with tongue poking out the side, one eye closed and flashing a peace sign. — But if I'd let you finish the way you wanted… I'd lose my chance at gettin' the first explosive orgasm outta you, Chrissy~… Who needs a boring, ordinary ending where a girl gives her guy a blowjob for the first time and he "just comes in her mouth"? Definitely not me… I want a BIG BANG, want you sitting there unable to move while I collect every drop of cum in the area, he-he-he-he~…

— So that's it… You did all this to seduce me, make me fall for you, then mess with me while pretending it's "boredom"? That what you're saying? — Chris raises an eyebrow, playful notes creeping into his voice despite his ragged breath and interrupted orgasm. — Oh-h-h… You're one sneaky, shameless bitCH-A-A-A!!

Kyoka reacts instantly. The cords around his balls tighten harder than before, inflicting a pain that's more a reminder than cruelty. Chris flinches, a muffled, sharp groan escaping him, his hands instinctively covering his crotch to protect his "threat to future offspring".

— Oh. Oh. Oh~… — she purrs menacingly, leaning closer. — …Looks like the "puppy" forgot he's on a "leash"~... You sure you wanna talk to me like that, Chrissy? Maybe I should tie you up nice and tight, so you figure out quicker how you should talk to your beloved, crazy passionate, unbelievably desired-by-your-whole-heart-and-dick girl~?

— N-no-no-no… — he exhales, feeling his skin creak under the pressure of Kyoka's quirk. — Okay, okay, I get it… — His nervous, crooked grin betrays his fear for his legacy. Exactly what Kyoka expected.

Chris' instant surrender comes from his suddenly sharp sense of danger. The cords around his balls had tightened so fast that any urge to be a smartass evaporated immediately. He knows, Kyoka wasn't actually going to hurt him, but he suddenly realized: arguing with a woman who's literally got you by the balls isn't bravery, it's sheer idiocy. And testing how far she's willing to play the dominatrix… Chris decided right now he was being a good boy. Because if she's calling him "puppy", disobeying means asking to lose what's "most precious" for any "puppy"…

— Can't hear you, Chrissy… — Kyoka cups a hand to her ear, faking deafness. — I'm havin' trouble understanding what you're trying to say. Speak up, sweetie~.

Chris swallows. His eyes betray fear, embarrassment, and want.

— P-please… take the cords off, Kyo…! — his voice breaks as another wave of dry orgasm rolls through him, jolting him with an unpleasant spasm.

— Not that… — Kyoka shakes her head. — I'm waiting for the RIGHT words~…

— … — Chris, red from embarrassment at his own **** position, one he'd walked into by his own fault and his own lust, looks at her pitifully. — …You're not gonna let me go unless I say IT, are you? — His words come out carefully, genuinely afraid Kyoka might find them "inappropriate" again.

— I'm goin' ABSOLUTELY CRAZY waiting to hear THAT come outta that adorable mouth of yours~… — Kyoka, biting her lip in impatience and passion, simply confirms Chris' suspicion.

He exhales and surrenders, submitting to her whim of the moment, and she sees it in his sigh, full of acceptance and defeat. Her pride and lust push new boundaries, giving her imagination fresh ground for "creativity".

— …please, let me go… M-mistress… — His voice is a mix of genuine pleading, embarrassment, excitement, and treacherous feelings of desire and consent. Still… a rather pleasant thought was already drifting through his head: that he'd get ****, and his **** would be legendary!..

The knot around his balls twitched, and he suddenly realized that **** is a dish best served cold… and that's not at all the situation he was in right now, playing the role of "puppy" to his "Mistress"… Yeah, definitely not that.

Kyoka freezes, her eyes fixed on his face, her lips blooming into a bright smile, wide, lewd, absolutely happy and proud of herself. Carefully, knowing she won't need ****, she moves his hands away from his crotch, exposing his cock again.

— Ac-cep-ted~… — She draws out the word contentedly, slowly unwinding the cords, freeing his balls, rubbing her nose against his shaft while her other hand gently strokes the opposite side. — "Good boy"~… You're only supposed to praise your Mis-tress, got it? — Kyoka stretches out the word "Mistress" syllable by syllable, savoring the pleasure of how embarrassed and defeated Chris sounds saying it.

— Y-yes, mistress… — Chris inhales tensely and notices out of the corner of his eye that Kyoka's hair and lipstick have darkened a shade, but he doesn't pay attention to the transformation.

She straightens on her knees and lowers her head a little more so that only her tongue reaches the tip. Pursing her lips into a small O, her tongue starts to circle the head slowly, tracing the urethral opening. Chris' heavy breaths, meant to cool him down and recover, only fan the flames of Kyoka's lust, any relief instantly drowned by fresh waves of heat emanating from where her tongue touches him.

— Ya'know… I think I'll tie you up after all~… — She purrs, wrapping him in her quirk, starting at the ankles. Clearly, Kyoka's unilateral decisions are as short lived as her ability to resist the scent of a big, thick, delicious cock.

The cords glide over his skin. Chris only feels something warm and thin touch his ankles, winding around them, and in an instant his feet are bound together with several tight loops. Kyoka doesn't even look down to check; she keeps teasing him with her sadistically excited face, only needing to imagine where the jacks should go next for them to instantly obey their depraved mistress’s wishes.

The metal tips point upward, climbing higher toward his knees. She binds each one with tight rings and straps, fixing the joint at about a ninety degree angle. From these fastenings, the cords run to his waist, loop around it a couple of times, then return to the knees, pulling taut, spreading his legs wide, as far as they can go without pain. His cock stands alone, stiff, red, pulsing, slick with saliva and smeared lipstick.

The cords bring his arms behind his back, then tightly wrap his wrists in multiple turns, climbing higher to his forearms. They cross, cinch his elbows, locking them in place, forming a cross pattern. The cords reach his chest, crossing over it, then pass under his arms, crossing again on his back, creating a simple diamond pattern that subtly highlights his toned muscles.

The head comes last. Quickly sliding up his neck, looping it a couple of times along the way, the jacks "dance" between air and skin, weaving a dense covering of living cords over his face, especially his eyes, pulsing faintly in unison with Kyoka's heartbeat.

The final touch: cords tighten at the back of his neck and fasten to the knots on his arms, lifting Chris' head slightly upward. This gives Kyoka a tantalizing view of her boyfriend's defenseless, bare neck, just begging to be covered with lipstick kiss marks and dozens of bites and scratches.

She's finished her "work". It's a new record. Just seven seconds and Chris is bound, blindfolded, defenseless, and under her full control. Perfect. Where before she'd needed minutes and lots of struggling with unruly guys, this one hadn't even understood how he'd become as immobile as a stone.

Chris doesn't realize what's happened right away. The cords squeeze his wrists tight, wrap around his chest, press against his temples, and he feels Kyoka's pulse echoing in his own veins. He's still breathing fast, ragged, his cock throbbing to the rhythm of another's heart, and inside him is a mix of panic, admiration, and something so sharp it makes his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth.

— …You… — he breathes out, voice cracking into a rasp. — That's… fucking insane. Just… how did you… …Wow…

Kyoka's lips stretch into a slow, predatory smile.

— Sh-sh-sh… — She gently scrapes his cock with the tip of her sharp nail. — One more word that's not a moan or my name, and I'm gaggin' you. Wanna find out how fast I can manage that?

He goes silent instantly. It's like he even stops breathing.

— That's better~… — she purrs, running a finger along his lower lip. — Now listen to the rules. If you wanna cum in my mouth, and you do… — She waits for him to swallow, then smiles even wider. — You answer me with just "Yes" or "Woof". No fuckin' my leg and no tryin' to come on your own. Got it~?

Chris pauses for a second, then nods, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.

— You can talk now. — Kyoka reminds him, leaning a little closer.

— Y-yes… — His voice breaks and falters.

— Yes wha-a-a-at~? — Kyoka drawls, squeezing the base of his cock firmly.

— …Yes, mistress…

— Good boy. — Her fingers trace the scars gently. — And you know what? What I'm doin' to you right now… — She whispers filthily, knowing he'll hear. — …this is just the beginnin' for you. I'm just warmin' up, sweetie. I've got so much depravity saved up for you, you'll be swimmin' in it~.

She straightens up, looking down at him, bound, blindfolded, completely in her power.

— And now… — Kyoka leans forward slowly, her face stopping right in front of his cock. — Stay still and don't you dare come without my permission. You remember the rules, don'cha, sweetie~?…

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DO YOU HAVE ANY CREATIVE IDEAS THAT WOULD LOOK GOOD IN THE UPCOMING CHAPTERS?

If you have thoughts even just about poses, phrases, fetishes (+ whose they are + under what circumstances they "reveal" themselves), actions, quirks, transformations, etc., that would look sexy and "beautiful" – please write to me about them in the comments. I'm collecting ideas for future chapters (I already have some stock of ideas – mostly about sex or transformations), and it'd be cool to see YOUR ideas of it all (most likely I'll jot them down and implement them in future chapters. P.S. at the end of chapters where I use your ideas, I'll mention you as the author of that specific idea, unless you ask otherwise).

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