Some heavy drinking with Au Revoir... (Time -1)

Truth be told... It was pretty hard to figure out exactly the best way to approach taking Au Revoir in a way that actually served Operation Master Stroke or even your own interests. You were a pretty open-minded guy, but if you got manhandled, thrown around, bent backwards, and crushed to a pulp during sex, you couldn't imagine how that would be either informative or fun. For now, you just tabled the idea altogether: you could go and enjoy her bar instead. In general, she wasn't particularly difficult to extract information from, or even to have a good time with, as long as you could ignore your own fear. There were worse ways to spend your time...

You met Au Revoir in her room, as you had many times before. "Little New Ciao! It always pleases me to see you brave the lion's den, hm hm hm!" For once, you'd caught her at a time where she wasn't exercising... Instead, her long, blond hair hung around her, uncharacteristically down and even falling in wet strands across her forehead. It seemed she'd probably been in the shower until recently. A fluffy, white bath-robe was tied around her nakedness... It would be more erotic if it weren't for the fact that she always wore very form-fitting and revealing clothing, regardless. Still, you found yourself staring at the hug of the robe's belt around her waist and the cleavage bouncing freely at the upper hem. "Hmmm? Your face is a little red... Did you just get out of the shower?"

You laughed, telling her she had that backwards. She was the one dripping all over the floor of her bar.

"Touche, Ciao. Well, if you're here and seated at your bar, it can't be to fuck me; you are still a little chicken." Au Revoir wore a big, cocky grin as she said that; you could tell she was challenging you. When you didn't rise to it, she laughed it off, then grabbed a huge bottle of some unnamed, strong-smelling beer. "Ha ha ha ha! I am busting your balls! You have such bustable balls!" She continued giggling while she poured you a tall glass, then even as she extended the bottle for a toast; apparently, she was taking hers straight from the lip of the bottle. "To your balls, Ciao!"

It was a pretty unusual toast, but you'd drink to it.

To your balls.

You'd drink a lot to it, apparently. Usually, Au Revoir's unusual souvenirs strained the definition of drinkable; they varied from physically painful to just too strange tasting to swallow. This one wasn't like the others... it was delicious, smooth, and somehow sweet. In fact, before you knew what you were doing, you'd had four full cups. You were feeling buzzed and in a generous mood.

So when Au Revoir made what felt like her fifteenth joke today about how you weren't man enough to do her, you retorted: "try me!"

Her eyes widened for a moment... then her grin followed. "Hooo? Are your balls feeling emboldened now that we have toasted them, Little New Ciao? Or should I say Big Ciao?"

You were so sloshed, you couldn't tell why, but... something felt wrong. Dangerous. You'd crossed a line into some wild territory, stepping right into the savannah and making yourself prone to wrestle a lion. You raised one hand with a dismissive wave, planning to retract that offer... then found it batted aside by one of her huge, beefy arms. You could tell that was going to hurt like hell later. Your wrist may have been dislocated in that singular, quick strike.

"You challenged me, my friend! You cannot take it back now!"

The taste of heaven and hell continued as the wet-haired woman leaned in and grabbed your mouth hungrily in her own, than cupped her huge hand at the small of your back. Her tongue greedily took your own like she was thumb-wrestling you inside your mouth; when you tried to draw back, you heard a snarl rise from her throat and her lips sucked yours harder, forcing you to keep your place. The grip on your lower back became tighter, now pushing you into the feathery robe she wore. The robe didn't stick around; soon, it fell to pool around her frankly enormous (but well-tended and manicured) feet. Her stark nudity was an entirely new experience for you... the softness of her breasts and the pleasant curves of her hips, all seemed and odds with the unyielding, firm muscle that made up her entire body. You felt uncertain whether you should let her grab any part of you. And you also felt like if her pussy's lips engulfed your cock and took it within her... she may just crush you with her womanhood.

The stench of **** on her breath was strongly contrasted by the pleasant smell of fresh soap and shampoo. You felt like you were dreaming... every time you thought you'd grown comfortable with your sex partner, you found something new that threw you off your game. Au Revoir was a sculpted amazon out of a fantasy story, the kind men both fear and crave, mixed with a traditional golden-haired princess. She seemed to shift from gentle to beast-like in an unpredictable pattern. You began to wonder if you'd passed out during the drinking session and if this was all some sort of dream.

You felt her hand grab hold of your cock and begin to stroke it. It felt good. You felt yourself pushed from your stool, then felt your back connect with the floor and your head hit it next. It felt bad.

Your vision was eclipsed by a mountain of a woman standing over you, then squatting. In the next moment, she'd taken you with the strength of a bull, bucking her bottom up and down upon your dick to start milking you dry. The ridiculous part was you could barely feel the pain... Not the pain in your arm, nor your back, nor your head, nor your punished groin. At the same time, you could very clearly feel the moistness of her womanhood, a surprising oasis of feminine appeal in that chiseled, marble body. Her grin stayed on her face as she continued to hump her hips down upon yours with a thick, wet smacking sound. The agent laughed and made quips, but you couldn't understand them... all you knew was that you had to cum.

And you did- inside. You gripped tightly to her toned ass and filled her with your seed, watching with some satisfaction as she threw her head back and shouted with pleasure. Her blond hair flapped around her in a way that made her look more lady-like than the tight, European braids normally did. You couldn't make out what she was saying, but you thought it may have been: "Fuuuuuuuck!"{if Au Revoir Encounter = 1}Ordinarily, Au Revoir didn't let men take her unless they'd overcome her in a physical contact. Was she taking a cheat day? Or maybe this was a sign of her affection for you? Whatever the case, it sounded like she'd really needed the feeling of someone cumming inside.{endif}

Finally, you blacked out. You were tired, weak, drunk, and possibly concussed. You thought to yourself: this may be the moment of your ****. Was it worth it?

You awoke in the medical bay of the CEDIT agent's ward, finding your head bandaged and, embarrassingly, an ice pack on your groin. Although no nurse was in attendance and you had no visitors, you saw a bottle of that damned beer you'd drunk earlier, resting in a bucket of ice. Its neck was tied up with a bow and a tag hung from the ribbon, displaying words in pretty cursive. "Sorry again, Ciao!"

And on the other side: "And thanks!"

It sounded like she'd really enjoyed it, even though she'd done most of the work. As for you, you felt as though you might never drink this bottle... not for sentimental reasons, but for fear of what you might not survive a second encounter under the same conditions.