The Corruption of Ryuko Matoi [pt. III]

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

She’d regretted saying it almost immediately. Despite the breaking down of her barriers to more accept Barazo as her lover, Ryuko’s personality still remained. She wasn’t one for emotional moments that weren’t punctuated with, usually, a fist to the face. Emotional maturity just wasn’t how that posh school and lack of parents had raised her. So while she could admit that she was a pervert that wanted to fuck this man’s big cock… she still mostly wanted to go punch a bunch of fridges in the garbage to feel better from the embarrassment she’d just let out of her mouth.

Still, she had enough sense to stay spread legged for the pleasure she was about to receive.

Barazo gripped the base of his cock and guided it down between her legs. The heavy shaft settled along the wet cleft of her pussy, broad head resting directly over her entrance as though it had found a cushion designed for it. It just sat there, fat and warm and smugly alive among her folds, the swollen crown spreading them apart with its own weight while a clear rope of precum slid from the slit and mixed with the slick coating her skin.

Ryuko’s whole lower body reacted before he moved. Her clit twitched above the cock. Her pussy tightened around nothing, then relaxed and opened slightly around the pressure of the cockhead kissing it. Every slow pulse inside Barazo’s erection rubbed the thick crown against her tender lips, stimulating her simply by existing there.

“Nnngh…”

The sound escaped through her nose. She tightened her jaw at once, furious with herself for giving him anything.

Barazo looked down with open delight. “The royal envoy has reached the front gate. Will the drawbridge be lowered? Or will the moat prove too-”

“Don’t start,” Ryuko breathed. Her hands remained tangled in his shirt, holding him above her while her thighs spread despite the tremor running through them. “You got me to say it. Now prove you can do something besides brag.”

“Oh, I’m going to prove plenty!”

He rocked his hips forward just enough to grind the broad head through her folds. The crown slid over her entrance, dragged up across her clit and returned with a wet, fleshy press. Ryuko’s stomach jumped. A second stroke made her hips lift from the mattress to meet him, though she tried to disguise the motion by pulling harder on his shirt.

Barazo repeated it with maddening patience.

Shlick. Shlick.

“Quit teasing,” she said.

Her voice no longer carried the force she wanted. It came out strained and breathy, the demand of a girl who had spent days telling herself she wanted this and had only just discovered how different wanting felt when the enormous thing was actually pressed against her body.

Barazo’s grin softened into focused satisfaction. “I’m making sure the patient is properly lubricated.”

“You already ate me out until I couldn’t feel my legs.”

“Additional preparation saves lives. Ask any of my previous patients how prepared I should have been and they’ll agree. You know, the ones that can still talk.”

“I’ll save yours if you put it in before I change my mind.”

He stopped smiling.

That seriousness hit Ryuko harder than another joke would have. Barazo shifted his weight forward, one palm planted beside her shoulder and the other wrapped around his thick shaft. The cockhead pressed squarely against her entrance. Its glossy underside nestled between her lips while the broad mushroom crown sat fat and happy over the hole, stretching the surface before anything had gone inside.

Ryuko held his gaze.

Barazo pushed.

The first pressure felt impossible. Her pussy resisted the blunt crown, wet lips rolling inward around it while the tight ring beneath them refused to open. The head flattened against her, pulsing, forcing her to feel its entire width.

“A-ah… fuck…”

Ryuko’s nails bit through the stained fabric of his shirt. She had imagined pain. She had imagined stretch. The reality was sharper, more specific, a hot circle of resistance around a cockhead that seemed far too thick to pass through without splitting her.

The broad crown popped through.

“GAAAH!”

Ryuko’s head struck the pillow, but Barazo did not stop with the swollen head lodged just beyond her entrance. He kept his weight behind it and rolled his hips forward, forcing the next several inches through the tight ring of her pussy. The shaft entered slowly, thick veins dragging along walls that clenched in confused, frantic waves around him. By the time he paused, nearly a third of his cock had disappeared inside her, enough that the remaining length still outside looked obscene rather than reassuring.

Her fingers tore at his shirt. She could feel the broad head buried well beyond the opening now, pressing deeper each time his cock throbbed, while the heavy portion of shaft inside her held the entrance stretched around its full circumference. The fullness radiated through her pelvis. Every involuntary squeeze of her pussy rubbed multiple inches of veined meat at once, drawing a strained, trembling sound from her throat.

“H-hah… fuck… that’s already…”

Barazo stayed still, watching her struggle to breathe around him. Ryuko’s legs trembled against his sides, anger and fear tangling with a dense current of pleasure that made her hips twitch toward him despite the burn.

Then he shifted forward again.

Only an inch, perhaps two, but the movement drove the buried crown against deeper resistance while the thick shaft stretched her entrance harder. A sharper pain flashed through her, sudden enough to make her cry out and clamp down around him.

“AAH! Wait!”

Barazo froze.

Ryuko panted beneath him, pussy locked around several buried inches of cock. When he eased back slightly, the withdrawal dragged the thick veins across her tender walls and pulled a narrow crimson streak into view along one side of the shaft. Another thin smear followed the raised vein underneath, blood mixing with her arousal into a glossy pink sheen while the cockhead remained well inside her.

Barazo stared down at the evidence.

His face transformed.

“WOO-HOO!”

Ryuko flinched.

Barazo threw one fist toward the ceiling, still keeping the cockhead lodged inside her.

“THE KING OF FASHION GOT HER CHERRY!”

Scarlet ribbons erupted across the bedroom. A fanfare blasted from nowhere. Giant gold kanji stamped themselves over the wall while Barazo hooted with the graceless triumph of a man who had just won a carnival prize.

THE CRIMSON CHERRY HAS FALLEN!

Ryuko’s face burned hotter than the pain between her legs.

“SHUT UP!” she screamed, striking his shoulder. “Quit announcing it like you won something!”

“I did win something!”

“You got blood on your cock!”

“Oh Ryuko-chan, have you learned nothing? In the fashion world that’s considered a true honor, akin to Royal battle paint!”

“You are the dumbest bastard alive!”

She swung at him again. Barazo caught the blow before it landed, closing one hand around her wrist. When her other fist came up, he seized that one too. In the same motion, he drove both her arms back against the mattress and pinned them beside her head, one thick hand locked around each wrist.

Ryuko bucked beneath him.

Barazo barely moved.

The way he loomed over her, sniffing his prey so close to her face made her recoil slightly. His voice a deep taunting hum, “Call me an idiot all you like, but you want the dumbest bastard’s babies~ who’s the real fool?”

The tease hit her like a truck. Something about his control over her seeping into her subconscious to just make her want him more. The life fibers could change more about her now, giving Ryuko the new deep rooted desire to carry her best friend’s dad’s kid. It made her womb quiver with hunger, sending frustration up her body that he wasn’t fucking her faster.

Her perverted pussy clenched at him the longer he slowly thrusted into her. Begging with him physically, but still holding back her verbal emotions.

But with each push, each burning moment of him inside her, those walls were beginning to crumble.

This feeling of being stretched was exactly how she imagined those porn actresses had felt. All of them faced strain, an adjustment, before coming out of it as blissed out sluts. It was a real hero’s journey of porn themes. Ryuko was just playing the same role. A reluctant heroine that tries to fight against the inevitable before getting crushed under the weight of her own pleasure. So many of the porns had gone this way, and she was secretly excited to live out that fantasy.

But she rallied and would not allow herself to give in even as his bulk was settled over her like an ogre dropping onto much smaller prey. His belly spread across her stomach, his sweat-damp shirt grinding against her bare breasts while his broad chest blocked out most of the light above her. The sour, heavy musk of his skin and the stale fabric of his clothes filled each breath. Thick thighs crowded hers apart, and his hairy body seemed to surround her from every direction at once.

Ryuko twisted one wrist, then the other, testing his grip. His hands swallowed them. She planted her feet against the mattress and tried to throw him aside with her hips, but the attempt only shifted his cock inside her.

The blood-streaked shaft ground deeper.

“Hhhnn!”

Her whole body tightened. The helplessness sent a startling pulse through her pussy.

It felt like a fight. A humiliating, crooked fight in which her opponent had forced her weapons above her head and planted his entire body over her, yet the struggle itself made her pulse race with something sharper than anger. Every failed attempt to throw him off rubbed his buried cock inside her. Each twist of her hips dragged the thick shaft across tender walls already streaked with blood and slick.

Barazo felt the contractions around him.

His glasses flashed. “The perverted prisoner appears excited by capture.”

“You wanna fucking fight about it?! I just need a second to breathe!”

“Looks like your pussy is breathing fine~ sucking all the oxygen from my air tube~”

“I’m gonna break it!”

“Oh, Ryuko-chan… you’ll have to squeeze much harder than that.”

Ryuko snarled and clamped down with everything she had.

The effort made Barazo grunt. His cock swelled inside her, thickening against walls that had already been stretched nearly to their limit, but his hips did not retreat. He bore down instead, lowering more of his weight over her until the mattress sank beneath his knees and her slight body disappeared beneath his belly and broad chest.

All Ryuko could see was Barazo: his broad body, his damp hair, his glasses catching the afternoon light and the stupidly pleased mouth hanging inches above her own. His scent filled her nose. Sweat, stale cloth and the dense masculine musk rising from the hairy crotch pressed between her legs.

She wondered briefly about the other women who had seen this same image. Sukuyo, Satsuki, anyone else in the school that wanted a leg up on fashion… were they as silently excited as her?

He drew back.

The shaft dragged through her tender pussy with a wet, rasping pull. Several inches emerged between their bodies, shining with arousal and narrow streaks of diluted blood. Her entrance clung around the thick meat, stretched so widely that the swollen lips rolled outward along its sides.

Barazo stopped before the tip could slip free.

Ryuko felt the broad head seated just inside her, heavy and alive, threatening to force the entire path open again.

Then he drove forward.

“GYAAAAAH!”

His belly crushed her into the mattress. His balls struck beneath her ass, and the veined shaft slammed back through the narrow passage he had opened. The reinforced headboard cracked against the wall.

Ryuko’s arms jerked beneath his grip. Her whole body bowed around the thrust, but Barazo held her in place and gave her no room to flee from the length forcing itself into her.

He withdrew and struck again.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“AHH! HAAAH!”

Another thrust followed before she could gather enough air for words.

Schlk. Plap!

“G-GUH!”

Barazo settled into a hard, relentless rhythm with her wrists pinned flat beside her head. Every withdrawal dragged the huge cock through walls still sore from their first stretching. Every return buried the thick shaft deeper, carrying the faint pink streaks back into her pussy and grinding his hairy base against her swollen clit.

Ryuko’s body jolted beneath him. Her black and red hair spread across the pillow, strands sticking to her sweat-wet cheeks while her cries broke loose in rough, uneven bursts.

“Aah! Nnngh! H-hah! Fuck, Barazo!”

The grin above her grew broader. “What happened to breaking my royal spear, Ryuko?”

“I’m working on it!”

She clenched deliberately around him again, but the attempt backfired. The pressure made every ridge of his cock more distinct inside her. Barazo groaned, planted his knees wider and drove forward with enough force to punch the swollen head into the deepest resistance in her body.

“HYAAAAAH!”

The scream tore from Ryuko without warning as she came. Her back arched beneath his weight, and both wrists twisted uselessly in his hands. His damp shirt scraped her stiff nipples while the underside of his belly dragged across her stomach. His breath struck her face in hot bursts.

She tried to throw him off. Not because she hated it, but because her body was overstimulated to hell.

Barazo rode the movement. The fatass had always been more agile than he let on, dodging her kicks when he wanted to take upskirt photos. His weight rose only an inch before coming back down harder, hips grinding through her attempt and forcing his cock against a new angle inside her. The struggle rolled her pussy around him, wet muscle gripping the shaft while her clit rubbed beneath the dense hair at his base.

“That’s it,” he said, voice rougher now. “Fight the bear.”

“I’ll kill the bear if he doesn’t just shut up! Either fuck me or let me rest!”

Barazo didn’t stop. “The bear is mating.”

“Fine, just-”

“Uh-oh! Winter is here! The bear is hibernating!” He suddenly dropped his whole body on top of her, forcing her to slam her hands into his shoulder and chin to not crush her. “Honk shoo, honk shoo~”

“You’re fucking dead!”

Barazo drove himself nearly to the root.

“GAAAAAH!”

“Winter's over, the bear is mating again! Hahaha! Nothing shall stop the bear king!”

Ryuko’s threat collapsed beneath the impact.

The bedroom flashed scarlet. Behind Barazo, a vast ursine shadow rose across the wall, wearing his glasses and the five-star crown. Its thick paws planted themselves on either side of a much smaller Ryuko silhouette, trapping the fighter beneath its mountainous body while its hips drove down with obscene, triumphant force and giant words exploded across the screen.

THE BEAR KING’S CRUSHING MATING PRESS!

The ursine silhouette vanished with the title card, but Barazo kept Ryuko trapped in the pose it had celebrated. His bulk remained pressed over her, wrists pinned beside her head and one thigh folded high enough that her knee brushed the side of her breast. The mattress had sunk into a deep hollow beneath them, leaving her slight nubile 18 year old body caught between the bed and the fat middle-aged man driving himself through her.

He drew back until the swollen head tugged at the newly stretched ring of her pussy, then rammed forward again.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“AAAAH!”

The cry left Ryuko raw and high, but the fury in her eyes survived it. She twisted both wrists in his hands, planted her feet against the mattress and bucked hard enough to lift Barazo’s belly for an instant.

But it only changed the angle as Barazo drove into her.

“GAAAAH!”

He resumed pounding with even greater force, belly slapping against her body while his balls struck her ass. Ryuko’s trapped arms jerked at every impact, but the futility of the struggle now fed directly into the pleasure spreading through her.

It was still a fight. She had not surrendered. Each time he buried himself, she squeezed to make the next withdrawal harder. When his hips drew back, she tried to follow and keep him trapped. She twisted, bucked and snarled beneath the ogre’s body, forcing him to work for every inch he claimed.

Barazo answered by driving harder.

Plap! Schlk! Plap!

“AHH! Nnngh! HAAAH!”

Her cries grew louder than her insults. They burst from her whenever the cockhead struck deep, sharp enough to make her eyes water, then dissolved into panting moans while the fat shaft dragged back through her.

He shifted his knee closer to her hip and drove downward at a steeper angle.

Ryuko’s entire body seized.

“HYAAAAH!”

Pleasure detonated through her pussy. Her cunt clamped around him in rapid, involuntary pulses, squeezing the shaft while juice spilled around its base. She arched beneath his belly, wrists straining uselessly against his hands as the orgasm tore a long, furious scream from her.

Barazo kept moving through it.

Ryuko’s eyes widened. “S-stop! That’s… ahh… that’s cheating!”

“Orgasms are generally considered a successful treatment outcome. Better than some of my other patients, I’ll tell you.”

“Don’t get cocky! I’ve had tons of orgasms this week by my own hands!”

“Then fly free fingers.”

He released her wrists.

Ryuko’s hands shot forward, but before she could decide whether to strike him or seize his shoulders, Barazo pulled out abruptly.

Ryuko’s pussy closed around emptiness.

The loss drew a sharp, plaintive cry from her before she could stop it. “Ah! What are you doing?”

“Wanna masturbate? Go ahead. I won’t stop you. But if you want more of all this~” He lifted his shirt to show off his gut, “Then flip yourself over, Ryuko.”

She took a moment to think. That emptiness really hitting her hard.

Timidly, not looking him in the eye, she rolled over halfway. Clearly committing but not at the same time. Barazo took it as a ‘good enough’ and made his move.

He caught her beneath the arms and rolled her over with a strength that seemed impossible beneath all his softness. Ryuko landed on her stomach. Before she could gather her knees, Barazo seized her hips, dragged her lower body upward and planted her on all fours.

Her palms struck the mattress. Her knees spread under his hands. Her ass remained raised toward him while her upper body shook from the effort of holding itself up, tits jiggling and pulled by gravity.

Ryuko looked back over her shoulder, hair plastered across her flushed cheek. “Whatever. So I like your cock more than a plastic toy. You only pulled out because you were losing.”

“Wow, Ryuko-chan! That ass is so fine, and that pussy is so wet! At this rate I’ll struggle to think of when your body was dry!” he laughed, rapidly spanking her ass before suddenly bowing at it, “Thank you for the meal~”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes but almost laughed in her manic state.

Barazo spread her ass cheeks.

The cool air touching her swollen pussy made her flinch. She could feel the opening contract, sore and empty after the sudden removal of his cock. Pink moisture glistened along her folds and ran slowly toward her clit.

The mushroom head settled between her pussy lips, heavy enough to spread them with its own weight. He rubbed it slowly across her opening, letting the swollen glans sit fat and smug against the hole he had already stretched.

She pushed backward before she realized she was doing it.

Barazo pulled the cock away.

Ryuko’s head snapped around. “What the hell?”

“My dastardly prisoner attempted to seize my royal spear!”

“Yeah, I was trying to crush it with my ass.”

“Ha~ My wife tried the same move on our first night together… now look at her.”

For some reason, that made Ryuko gulp.

He gathered both her hips in his hands. His thick fingers dug into the narrow line of her waist while his belly settled against her raised ass. The position left Ryuko completely exposed to him, arms braced and knees spread with no way to see what he was about to do.

Her pulse quickened.

Barazo drew back until the mushroom head caught just inside her entrance.

Ryuko clenched around it.

“Come on,” she panted. “I’m still waiting.”

His shadow rose behind her.

The bedroom dropped away.

A vast white kabuki screen rose from the darkness, blazing beneath a blood-red sun. Ryuko’s shadow appeared across it in a rigid martial stance, feet planted, fists raised and shoulders squared. Even after everything, the silhouette remained ready to fight.

Barazo’s shadow towered behind hers, crowned, broad-bellied and grinning. His cock stretched into a colossal black spear, the thick mushroom head clearly defined at its tip.

His shadow jumped forward in a sumo squat and thrust its shadow cock between Ryuko’s legs.

It pierced her from below, running upward through the center of her disciplined body. The silhouette arched as the enormous shaft traveled through her hips, stomach, chest and throat.

Then Ryuko’s shadow mouth snapped open.

The fat mushroom cockhead erupted from between her lips.

It pushed forward like a grotesque, fleshy tongue, broad crown sticking out past her chin while the shaft remained threaded through her entire shadow body. The cockhead pulsed at the end of her open mouth, obscene and unmistakable, as though Barazo had fucked her so deeply that his cock had replaced her tongue.

Towering letters appeared across the heavens.

ALL-THE-WAY-THROUGH!

Ryuko’s shadow fists opened.

Her shoulders dropped. Her knees buckled. The martial posture went slack around the shaft while the enormous mushroom head continued jutting from her mouth. She hung skewered upon Barazo’s cock like a pig on a roasting spit, arms dangling and head lolling around the obscene tongue protruding from it.

The red sun burst.

On the bed, Ryuko’s arms collapsed.

Her face struck the mattress as Barazo buried himself to the root. A high, strangled scream tore through the sheets.

“HYAAAAAAAH!”

That thrust ended the fight.

Not gradually. Not with a final clever insult or a dignified concession. Something inside Ryuko simply snapped loose beneath the force of being manhandled onto her knees and penetrated so deeply all at once.

Her body went limp except where Barazo held her.

Her ass remained raised in his hands. Her knees spread wider. Her pussy clamped around him and then relaxed, yielding the path he had already carved through it.

Barazo drew back and slammed forward.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“AAAHN!”

Again.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

“GUH-AAAH!”

His belly struck her ass with every thrust. His balls swung beneath her and battered her swollen clit, still streaked faintly with blood and slick from the cunt he had opened. The bed rocked beneath them as Barazo rutted with the tireless rhythm of a man who knew exactly how far she had fallen.

“YOU WERE RIGHT, RYUKO-CHAN! THIS WAS A MUCH BETTER WAY TO SPEND A SATURDAY!”

She’d probably agree if her eyes weren’t rolled back and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

This wild rutting of the bear/king/fashion icon was growing on her fast. Despite the emotional immaturity, her body knew she loved this. Life fiber enriched endorphins spread over her like a plague, addicting her to pleasure she’d never thought possible. That incredible width slammed down onto her with such power, such precision, in and out of her like a demonic sewing machine with her cervix as the fabric.

Ryuko could feel herself getting close. And with the way Barazo was beginning to expand, it felt like he was nearly there too. Which rose the question she’d been both dreading and expecting this whole time.

“WHERE DO YOU WANT IT, RYUKO-CHAN?!”

Her mind raced. Despite that clawing ache, despite that hunger gnawing at her every fiber, something about the reality of motherhood dragged her mouth away from submitting completely. Could she really let Mako’s dad cum his thick sticky load directly at her descended womb? Surely… surely there had to be something wrong about that, right?

“I-! I don’t-! NNG!!”

“INSIDE, YES OR NO?!”

So much of her wanted to say yes, “Ff… n-n-”

“Honey! We’re home!”

“Oh good, wife is back!” Barazo cheered, suddenly and unceremoniously unplugging himself from Ryuko just as she was about to cum. “Leg up!”

“Yes sir!”

Ryuko’s eyes were just a blurry mess of confusion, rage, and regret. Her orgasm ruined, she was forced to see a hazy image of Sukuyo raising her one leg to let her husband immediately slam his full cock into her pussy.

All it would have taken was one more thrust, as Barazo erupted like an untapped geyser into his wife.

“RRAAAGGGGHHH!!!”

“OOHHHHHH~!!”

Cum rained down onto their carpet, right in front of Ryuko. The jets of boiling cum sending Sukuyo off the edge immediately. Her climax a screaming blissed out mess as she melted into him, clearly ecstatic to be receiving his kingly blessing.

Ryuko was certain she’d never hated a woman more. That was her cum, she’d earned it, why did he give it to her? She could have still drunk it!

“Sorry, Ryuko-chan~ Shoulda been quicker to say inside~” Barazo shrugged, “Now who wants to watch some TV!”

“We do!” called out his children, who had been patiently waiting while their parents copulated in front of them. “Dad! We have to tell you about all the expensive things at Satsuki’s place!”

“Yeah! Guts racked up quite the bill with his pee!” Mako agreed as they all walked out the room, with Sukuyo limping after them.

“Guts!”

“Well, I’m sure Satsuki will be happy with more sex as payment for those mishaps! Hahaha!”

Ryuko just lay there on his bed. Thinking.