Three Rude Awakenings (non-canon)

Ben woke up surrounded by breasts. He opened his eyes to see Marika in his arms, her gagged breathing cute in an entirely unusual way. He turned his head and saw that the other set of breasts belonged to Yua.

Yua is here like she was two nights ago, last night, whatever you want to say. So I slept with both of them last night, technically. God, I hope there are no more time shenanigans.

But as Ben came to think about that, the awkwardness set in. I’m between a set of divorced people, and the last time that I saw one of them I was having sex with them but to me 24 hours have passed. How will Yua react to Marika? How will Marika react to Yua? When they’d been re-acquainted, Yuki was there controlling the whole thing. But she was gone, and only Ben was between them now.

I should wake up Marika, I feel like that would be the less awkward scenario… Ben moved his arm slowly, his fingers poking at Marika’s stomach while trying to not jostle Yua.

“Ohayo gozaimasu (Good morning), Goshujin-sama.” Ben freezes as he realizes it’s Yua’s voice. Yua freezes as her hand goes to rub her lover’s chest, only to rub against the pair of breasts right next to her hand.

Yua, broken from her near sleep by the unexpected sensation, sits up abruptly. Which only serves to wake up Marika as well. Well, there goes trying to keep the awkwardness to a minimum…

Yua grabs the blanket and yanks it to cover herself, leaving both Ben and Marika exposed. The complex swirl of confusion rises until Ben sits up as well. “I can explain, well, I can try, but you won’t believe me. Yuki did something yesterday… well yesterday from my perspective…and, let’s just say I now know Marika a lot better.”

Yua looks first at Ben, then Marika. “I… I guess I understand.” Does she really though? “So, uh, let’s talk.” Yua said. She reaches for Marika’s gag, but can’t seem to operate the latch. “I can’t unbuckle this? Is it…? On there forever?”

Ben takes hold of the gag, gently pushing Yua’s hands away, “No, I can remove it, but only me. Now, let’s get that off of you, so you can talk…” Only for Ben to be shocked as Marika squirms and pulls herself backwards.

Marika had been looking at the two with increasing panic. Suddenly she bolted out of bed like a scared deer and ran toward the bedroom’s exit. Ben shouted at her as she fled. “I thought you admired Yua? This meeting is going to happen at some point.”

But the terrified girl continues to run, not even bothering to pick up her clothing from the ground, fleeing the room, and the whole suite, stark naked. Rather than stay and confront the moment that she has been anticipating for the past couple days, in such a state, rather willing to face the outside world than the overly familiar woman in such stark unfamiliar circumstances.

Ben lays in bed instead of pursuing. He smiles as his brain finally catches up, and looks back to Yua. “I should’ve commanded her to stay. I think she would’ve wanted that, once she got over her initial reticence. Just a simple ‘kneel’ and she would still be here.”

Yua shakes her head. “No, I understand her reaction. It’s sort of shocking, looking at somebody you knew for so long, so changed from then. It’s like you’re looking at a completely different person.”

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“Good morning.”

Elsewhere, another woman was having a similar shock to her system. Maricela at first wonders if she is dreaming, the feeling of her bed and the lewd art on the wall being the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes. The second being Emma, naked in her bed, having just wished her a good morning.

They did it. They finally broke me.

Still as she looks at Emma, her sensual body laying on the duvet, Maricela knows she’d do it again. Emma was just so beautiful, as beautiful as she was last night.

God forgive me. I tried, I really tried. But that devil Yuki finally broke me down. \
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Female Relations- Maricela will find her orientation change from straight to bi. She will find other women attractive, especially those in the harem. (HR)

But they didn’t make it retroactive. They could’ve made it so I always felt this way. But no, they wanted it to be a forbidden fantasy, a betrayal of who I am, of God himself. And I have succumbed.

“Maricela? Are you alright?” The beautiful redhead lays there, concerned as her lover just stares at her. As the latina MILF lays there, trying to piece together who she is to her, how she feels about her.

“I… please, just go. I need to think about this. I need to pray about this.” Emma looks shocked, before coming to an understanding. She had thought -hoped, even- that she might get another go at the equally beautiful woman this morning. But the old Maricela had emerged. And she understood. “If it helps, it was wonderful. We were two consenting adults who had fun. There’s nothing wrong with what we did.”

Maricela looks at her, but only shakes her head. “Please leave.” Emma gets up and gets dressed, as Maricela laments how last night had went.

___

They had finished shopping.

Despite herself, Maricela had enjoyed it. It sort of felt like… a group date. Going through all of the crap in the kiosk, laughing at how nothing was even remotely passable. It had helped her feel something that she wanted but feared since she came here. Connection.

Like they were all here, together, not walling themselves off from either each other or Daddy. Not talking strategy or trying to figure out a way out of this. It was informal, almost purposeless. They were just… experiencing the same things, together, as a unit, as a… family? Is that what they were now, when they all eventually would fall in love with Daddy?

Except there was also that edge to it, the edge that she’d been fighting since that damn snowball fight. As they described the gifts they were comparing, Maricela had imagined those changes with her coworkers... And wondered if they’d be fun to use in bed with them as lovers.

No, they were not family. In a proper Christian household, you loved your one, your man, your lord and master. No, as she imagined her new “family”, it wasn’t a man connecting all of them. No, Maricela wanted to be connected to all of them, not replacing Daddy, but… maybe on the other side? If Daddy tops them all, maybe she could bottom them all?

No, that’s the hotel talking, that serpent Yuki’s vile change. You want to be good. You want to be righteous. The saints took on larger trials, endured worse. Please, give me their strength, God.

Still, she knows her **** from the day isn’t over. As they walk back to their shared room, Yua strips down. Maricela finds her hands rubbing along her own thigh sensually, before stopping herself.

God, this is just the worst. I should be used to this by now, but it’s still so raw. Like looking at your crush and trying to not get wet when you see his beautiful abs. Daddy’s hard cock raising for me. The sensual jiggle of her breasts as she lifts the panties that look so good on her ripe ass, just begging for a bite…

No. Lord protect me. Deliver me from evil. I have not committed the sin, even the most minor one of relieving this tension while thinking of Daddy’s other girls. No, the other women. Give me the strength to defeat this evil, to remain pure. To remain monogamous with my husband. To my Daddy…

Maricela feels defeated as she remembers that fact. It was too late. She’d already fallen. But that was to survive, to get back to her family… but that did little to ease her pain, her guilt at having broken her marriage vows. So, what was one more apple consumed from the Garden of Eden, one more temptation to add to the pile?

No, she wasn’t a lesbian. She wasn’t some girl with colored hair or tattoos all over her. She went to church, she went to her PTA, she was…

“Maricela?”

Yua looks at her, arrayed in her full lingerie now. White, chaste, pure. “It’s lovely, but isn’t it a bit… disingenuous?” Maricela feels guilty, revealing her own self-loathing with a biting comment of her own. Isn’t it disingenuous? Like I am?

But Yua merely shakes her head. “I want to be his, completely his. I want our first night to be like a wedding night. I’m not going to wear a big poofy dress, but I think this is the closest I can come.”

Maricela nods, and tells her that it looks lovely. As her mind races to her past.

I gave Diego my virginity after our wedding. I was a good girl, but I wanted him so badly. Recently, it’s been rough with him, before I got captured. But then I felt that same feeling with Daddy. Now I’m a bad girl, unable to control herself. I look at my coworkers getting dressed and have to struggle to not masturbate at the sight.

Even as Yua puts on her yukata, with Emma helping her, the heat doesn’t dissipate from between Maricela’s thighs. That damned heat, like hell itself, drawing me to temptation.

Even as Yua finishes putting on her makeup, once again asking if it looks alright like some schoolgirl going on her first date. Even as she leaves, leaving Maricela in her room with only another woman.

The temptation does not abate. It only grows stronger as Emma sits on Maricela’s bed beside her. As she places her head on Maricela’s shoulder.

“It must be nice, knowing that you want to be here now. You feel that way about Ben, I mean your Daddy, too now right?” Maricela nods, but she understands that feeling. She doesn’t want to be here, in this room alone with Emma. She is beautiful, and Maricela is weak.

“I sort of have this push/pull with Ben now. I know it’s wrong, but I want to be punished by him. I want to prostrate myself before him. But I know it’s wrong. I know that’s not my real feelings, but I think of that night that he punished me and how incredible it felt.”

Maricela had been lost in her own head, but now, she answers. “I know that feeling too. With you.” She cringes immediately, hating herself for falling, but needing that affirmation. But she receives an affirmation of a different kind.

“I wouldn’t mind. I’m not a lesbian, but I have to say that I feel very horny right now. The degrading experience shopping, the way Yua throws herself at Ben. I’m really hot and bothered.”

No, you were supposed to throw me away, leave because it was too awkward. Run. No, I should run…

And then Emma kissed her. Rubbed Maricela’s large sensitive breast. And like a dam breaking, a catastrophic flood wiping out all sinners in its path, Maricela kissed her back. Maricela’s hands nearly tore the woman’s blouse as she freed her beautiful body, God’s gift to mankind. Her hips lifting enough to remove the skirt.

Quickly, too quickly, she was naked and Emma was too.

Quickly, too quickly, she was under Emma’s form, licking her pussy, her own being pleasured in turn.

Quickly, too quickly, she was cumming on Emma’s skilled tongue as the pussy above her pulsed and contracted to pleasure a man’s cock that wasn’t there. A betrayal of God’s harmonious order.

Then, like a slow tide, Emma laid down beside her. But it was late, so late, and Maricela didn’t have the strength to push Emma away, as she fell asleep near midnight.

An awakening of self that was long overdue. It had all seemed so quick. Because the day was shortened by Yuki. Because it abruptly ended with Yuki’s grand reveal of Marika. The devil had struck again. But Maricela laid in her own sin.