The Queen Of The Castle Demands The Ultimate Wardrobe!

“Ooh, oh!” Nora bounced on your lap as her first idea struck her. “What about Renny as a girl! Science demands to know if she’d have a great set of big ol’ bitties, or a set of itty-bitties!” Nora babbled, her hands circling in front of her bountiful bouncing bosom.

“Inquiring minds demand to know!” She loudly exclaimed to the empty school grounds around you.

That makes a count of two.

She gasped, the next lighting strike of perversity electrifying her, the bombardier's hips circling in anticipation on your pitched tent. “Or no, no! How about we add to our duo, and make a trio!” She giddily said, motor mouthing straight into the options.

Her eyes sparkled, and her voice dripped in lustful furor, taking hold of your hands guiding them to her breasts, you were more than happy to curl your fingers digging into the firm flesh, circling and massaging her puppies. “Oooh, oooh, what about Glynda?” Nora musing to herself, gazing at you with lidded eyes and moaning appreciatively at your pinching her nipples.

A sly seductive look spread across her face, her hands overlaid yours pressing your fingers into squeezing her bosom. “Oh yes, Mrs strict, and sexy is kind of a pawn ya know? She’s the kind that’s super good at taking orders, and thrives working ‘under’ someone else, she can lead, but she can’t do it on her own from the tippy top, hence she’s the ‘vice’ principal, a good follower! Mrmh, oh yuppers~” Nora purred.

Humming in shared relish of the mind's eye Glynda that was coming together, languidly you circled your filled hands. “We can build on that, enhancing through the devils in the details, maybe she has a real thing for male assistant librarians and sexy schoolgirls, in exchange for scratching that ‘itch’ of hers she’s our minion. Or the Goodwitch needs a good-dick, because she’s submerged in infatuation in becoming the filling to our sandwich.” You mused on modifications.

Moaning Nora arched her back shoving her chest into your palms, her own hands drifting down to your pants to rub your bulge. “Oh Mikey, you dirty doggy! It’d mean my every fantasy of why she wears those clingy skirts that show off her butt is for our ogling pleasure and getting off to being perved on by us. Mrmh, delicious, just as tasty as how much she could help us, the way Glynda would be flushed and all bothered listening to my slippy sloppity sucking of your cock and tells me to keep going~” She shuddered invigorated by the mental scene, her turquoise eyes were a turbulent sea of lust.

“Maybe Ruby!” Nora pivoted on a dime, captivated by her newest concept. “But, butt her cutie little booty, since she’s such a cute innocent cinnamon bun I’d love to lick some Mikey icing off of, we make it so everyone except ourselves can’t perceive her perky acts of perviness!” Nora was struck by pearls of giddy giggles, her hands now had fish out your arching prick, dainty fingers coiling around your pole in nerve tingling stimulation.

You let out a rasp, Nora’s hands beginning to slowly ascend and descend your shaft in chest constricting ecstasy. “Devious, a fledgling pervert **** to find compatriots to share her depraved desires with, yet she could be wrapped in nothing but ribbons and no one would for a moment believe she sexual overture. An eager, willing apprentice in the ways of the pervert ready to ‘learn’ on her knees from the masters~” You flesh out the idea, a glorious one to have an accomplice whose motives are unquestionable by the public no matter how blatant she gets.

Her dexterous fingers that were massaging your cockhead, two fingers spiraled around your tip coating them in a dollop of your pre-cum she raised to her open mouth, sliding those digits sheathed in your pre, then in theatrical savor she swirled her tongue around her fingers cleaning them of your essence and until they were spotless and smacking her lips on finishing.

“Oooh, you naughty goose~ That sweetie pie fingering her cookie jar mesmerized by watching you pile-driver me in front of her, dripping for you to take her next. Price of admission, a candid shot of Yang’s titties, mrph~” Nora rasped.

Devious, delectably devious, having a girl that no one could attribute immoral intentions even if caught rosey palmed in the act, and her abusing that ability to buy sex shows using nudes of girls around her.

Taking a deep breath you ruminate over the track of thought of accomplices. Oh, you honestly couldn’t lose, every girl you could name would have a unique style of contribution in their collaboration, be it a twist of extra you add or from the foundation of their personality. It made the wildfire of lust flare in your loins, your prick throbbing in Nora’s hand.

Reluctantly sighing you felt it was too quick to leap into making more accomplices so soon. “Ah, but you know three is a party.” You aired, the irrepressible grin at the proposals remaining on your face. “And it’s not even past twelve o’clock, it’s still too early to party.”

But, leaning forward to trail kisses along her neck until you reached her ear. “But, considering them saved for later.” You hotly whispered into her ear, then withdrew.

The bright promise in the concept was one to revisit later, for now the proof of concept straddled your lap.

Nora adopted a pouting face at your shooting down of her suggestions. “Pooh, I’m trying really, really hard here, Meany Mikey!” Pursing her lips cutely, Nora looked at you accusingly. “Your really making me wonder if this super duper notebook is real, and if this just a trick to get this-” Shifting her hips, the warm wet fabric of her cotton underwear over her sex pressed into your shaft. “Into my babymaker, because if it is!” She segued into a growl.

Bucking her hips harshly, her mound rode up spreading her lust in its wake until she perched it on your cockhead and was digging into her lower-mouth through the cloth of her panties. “You could have just asked! Virginitas, delenda est!" Nora passionately declared to the imaginary senate, a fist raised to the gazebo roof.

Blinking you were puzzled by how she’d know a phrase which frankly has no historical equivalent in the world of Remnant, you couldn’t help quirking an eyebrow at the horny huntress in your lap. “How do you know that?” You asked.

Nora proudly smiled back at you. “You’re a nerd, and nerdy wordy things make your magnum Mikey boinking ready!” She replied, wagging her eyebrows and a suggestive squeeze of your prick.

She had you there, that word play was selling you on destroying her virginity. You dove forward silencing her in a hungry kiss, you drank in the sensation of her soft lips that she energetically peppered you with light kisses in barely contained exhilaration, until you both parted.

“It’s working, and I’m not playing about the notebook.” You affirmed, your hands running down her stomach, around her hips then following the swelling curvature of her backside you grasped the globes of her ass aggressively.

Nora squealed, and squirmed in giddy glee. “Woo, woo! Ok then Mister Mikey. How about this idea!”

Leaning back she cleared her throat, lifting her head chin up and placing her unoccupied hand to her chest, Nora spoke with faux regality. “The Queen of Castle Beacon demands a royal wardrobe worthy of her perky perviness!” A sly smirk playing across her lips at your inquisitive look.

Knowing she had your interest Nora continued answering your unspoken questions. “Oh, no, I don’t mean boring old clothes of course Mikey, no, no, no!” She wagged her finger.

“No nopsies, none of that having to put on clothes, or changing them! I wanna wear anything I want with a thought, no matter how impossible it should be! Like one of those heroines from a Mistrali anime, or oh, ooh one of those super-slutty from a Mistrali hentai!” Nora raving expounding fleshed out her idea, grinding the sodden fabric over her mound on your prick in bubbly excitement.

“Not too big, and not small either. Setting a good challenge aren’t you?” You say, mulling over the wording and plucking out the silent requirements.

Nora playfully scoffed disbelieving. “As if that’s a big bad beowolf for you my wordy nerdy.”

You chuckled, giving her backside a smack, her round cheeks rippling as she groaned while you grasped the notebook ‘gun’. “Then I’m sure to impress.”

‘As of this change, unless specified otherwise Nora Valkyrie will be as aware of alterations made using the notebook as I am.’

Loading, and firing, securing Nora’s memory, you readied her request.

‘When Nora Valkyrie is hit with this bullet, she will now possess an ability to transmute, conjure and manifest outfits, accessories and cosmedics ex nihilo instantly, clothes and materials will adhere as envisioned by Nora. To anyone other than the two of us, the ability itself will be normalized, however the outfits themselves are perceived regularly.’

Satisfied, you primed your notebook ‘load it’, then pulled the trigger. “Presto.”

Nora whooped, a sudden wet heat kissing your tip an instant later followed by realizing the bombardier had put her new power to use.

“Sooo, does Mikey likey?” Nora said, running a silk glove clad finger along your jawline.

Then you realized Nora’s plan, you were tapped, until you tapped the thunder goddess.

Gone was her uniform, and pure sexual fantasy replaced it, her blazer and blouse gone and a mesh croptop that squeezed her hefty twins together, elegant elbow-length silk gloves, sensual maroon lipstick that drew the eyes to her kissable lips, yet tearing them away your gaze lowered to her womanhood now uncovered by her crotchless panties, framing the sight of your cock angled by her hand to penetrate her proding her lower lips that clenched as if kissing it.

This wasn’t a huntress in your lap anymore, this was a dirty cockthirsty schoolgirl prowling for your cock.

‘Shock’, ‘horror’ 'the scandal' you thought with wry amusement.

“Young Lady, are you ready to punch your one way ticket to pound town?” You said, a hunger in your eyes, your hands moving to Nora’s wide hips.

Girlishly squealing, Nora lifted a hand to her forehead feigning swooning. “Oh Mister conductor, I’ve heard so much about baby batter station~” Nora husked, molten rivulets of her lust trailing down your cock.

You yanked Nora’s body down, your prick practically glided into her roaring hot furnace of her quim, she took you from tip to root her descent coming to a wet smack when your hips met. Her hand went to your shoulders to support herself, slumping forward she clutched herself to your body, her eyes screwed shut and her teeth grit, a rapturous hiss rushing from between them.

The two of you trembled in unison absorbing the shockwave of union, Nora’s scorching heat you were buried in flowed into your stomach, her inner-walls constricting and loosening. But, beyond the physical stimulation, was the mental thrill, you hadn’t just taken a beautiful girl’s first time, you’d taken the purity of one of your favorite fictional characters.

It felt absolutely exhilarating!

Swaying unsteadily, as if intoxicated, a dumb smile plastered on her flushed face. “Holy Mikey moly, Mikey did you slip a mickey into me? I knew dick was great, but woah! Did you do something special with your dick?” Nora chattered.

You returned a shameless look at being caught. “Wanna take the upgraded Magnum express for its maiden trip?” You cheekily ask.

Then Nora made a popping sound using her lips, and broke down into giggles. “Leaving cherry popping station, all boinking buddies aboard the Mikey Magnum! Oooh, I’ve waited far too long to graduate from maidenhood, let's gooo!” Nora cheered, breaking into another round of body wracking giggles at her own joke.

Planting her feet on the ground to either side of the chair, Nora wantonly moaned as she began bouncing herself on your prick. Her fingers curling in bliss digging into your shoulders from the sensation of fighting her own gripping pussy that possessively sought to remain filled by your cock, the feeling of the friction between her velvety inner walls dragging upward and your cockhead scraping along them downward crashed over you like a thunderstorm in a current surging through your body.

Reaching the zenith of her first bounce where only your glans remained inside she paused,, the two of you gazed into each other's eyes, Nora’s were burning bright full of carnal desire and raw excitement, no further words were needed. Your hands firmly gripped the sides of her hips and brought her down, her supple round ass smacking your thighs and her cry of animalistic pleasure filled the empty grounds around and the chair scraped on the stone beneath it rattling from the impact.

Keeping the momentum Nora began in earnest to ride you rebounding from the impact into her next great bound that takes her almost to your tip, then plunging down sheathing you in her velvety vice onto your lap in a cacophony of naked flesh savagely meeting, each echo a hammer strike on the hot iron of your building climax, her breasts heaving from her violent motion in her mesh top.

“Oh, ooooh~! It’s so good, you feel so goodie good Mikey! We’ve reached Boinking station.” Nora lustfully bellowed, then burst into a giggled before flashing you a giddy look.

Bounce by bounce her peak decreased, until she settled back on your sore lap slowly circling her hips, grinding your cock in a delightful steady current of stimulation. The both of you were sweating from the exertion, Nora's body possessing a sheen that glittered in the morning sun. “Woo, choo, choo, we’re reaching a straight away Mikey, ready to go fast!?” Nora energetically exclaimed.

You smacked her desirous derriere in place of words, sparking a fit of giggles from Nora who snapped you a salute. “Aye, aye Conductor Mikey! Full speed ahead on the Magnum Mikey Express!” Nora answered, launching into the next act.

Arching back, she placed her hands on your knees to support herself launching into rapid small bunny bounces, trading hammering blows of pleasure for pure frantic speed. You groaned at the sinful friction of the rapid passage of your prick through her pussy bathed you in scorching carnal heat as if you were standing in front of the boiler of a steam train. Through the chaos you managed to both find a rhythm of **** lust for the pleasure of each others bodies.

Nora bawdily touted her thoughts to the world through her moans distorted from the ceaseless riding. “Oooh~, Mickey, Mike~! You naughty macsmartiepants, your dicky is making me crazy! Oh goodness I wanna see all the faces the girls would make riding this thick, mean, bitch making machine! Come on Mister Mikey, Nora Valkyrie is going to snu snu the Mikey Magnum all the way to baby batter station!” The poor chair beneath you rattling from the animalistic mating, its legs screeching on the stone from the **** they were taking.

Suddenly, as if responding to Nora’s primal motormouth, the netting of her mesh top from her neck to her collarbone snapped strand by strand perfectly down the middle. The sliver of rational mind you possessed boggled, then you chuckled realizing it was a clever use of her new power, spying the impish smile Nora had you knew you were on the mark.

You gave a vicious buck, lifting her feet off the ground interrupting her small bounce, causing her to giggle. “Heheh, I guess you likey Mikey!” She tittered, resuming her previous pace without missing a further beat.

Her top’s snapping threads became the countdown to mutual orgasm, your minds and bodies consumed in the pursuit of primal pleasure seeking, thread by thread Nora’s knockers strained against the weakening mesh containing them. The periodic sound soon felt as if it was timed to your slipping grip on your climax, a snap and you were another sliver closer.

However in her spontaneous way, Nora reached her orgasm first, signaled by the bursting of her top on an upstroke sending her melons wildly jiggling in escaping from confinement, the rest of her body tensing up and trembling under the attack of pleasure announced by her howling cry of bliss and constriction of her womanhood that struck you with a blow of pleasure. Groaning you let go of the mental rope holding back your climax, a familiar swell of rolling heat surged through your body when your balls tightened spraying Nora’s insides, the sticky flood of your seed poured into the Huntress’s pussy and flowing into her womb, something Nora must have felt from the satisfied sigh her cry faded into.

As the most visceral high ebbed, the two of you savored the heady state you were left in, you prick pumping it’s last load of cum, and Nora’s powerful inner-walls massaging your shaft emptying every drop of your essence to fill her glove. Her hips slowly rocking, working the last inch of your prick in and out of her, making noises of animated glee before tipping forward, grabbing you by the front of your shirt to haul you into a kiss.

She pulled herself off with a ‘mwah’, and wearing a thousand watt smile. “You really know how to make a girl’s first time something special Mikey! I was ready to go all coo-coo for cock from the Mikey wham and bam!” Nora said, one of her hands patting her abdomen right over her womb.

Taking a deep breath, Nora’s insides tightened squeezing your cock, and shifting your still molten hot cum around causing her to shiver. “And wowzers, you really remorselessly pumped a young innocent huntress full of your hot ooey, gooey baby batter didn't you Mikey!” She gleefully told you, then winked and threw her hands into the air. “To the first of many!” She cheered, then she blinked and covered her mouth and looked around the still empty surrounding grounds.

“Oops, Mikey! Did you make sure Ozzie, wozzy won’t be sending you to the slammer!? I don’t want to lose my best boink buddy so soon!” Nora overly dramatically asked.

You chuckled at how belated the concern came, and you didn’t bring up you were her only ‘boink buddy’. “Of course, I already handled it, we’re safe though we shouldn’t bring it up around other students.”

Nora wiped her forehead using the back of her arm and let out a sigh to signal her relief. “Whew, that’s an ursa off our heinies. Same time tomorrow?” Nora said, a hopeful spark in her eyes.

You nodded, eager to begin the planning of much greater projects. “To world sexualization.”

Nora gasped in feigned shock. "Mikey, but what about world domination!? If we're going to be libious cricky crooks, shouldn't we go all the way."

Growing theatrically grave, you looked at your accomplice. "Submission through dickings." You gravely answered, holding back your mirth.

Bursting into pearls of giggles, Nora bounced on your lap and cock in impish glee. “Hear, hear Mikey! General Nora reporting, today we conquer my kitty, tomorrow we plan our conquest of cuties everywhere!”

She stole one more peck, before she began lifting herself off of your cock, leading to her keening and moaning at the sinful delight of the final parting moment. Your prick slid out, and her hands shot down covering her cream filled glove, then paused and grunted in self recrimination before striking a pose she was clothed back in her uniform.

Grabbing the hem of her skirt she lifted it to reveal writing along her inner thighs 'Freshly Graduated from Virginity!' Nora smiled proudly. “Tada!” She exclaimed, looking otherwise as if she hadn’t just had you rocking her world.

You politely clapped, before setting about your more involved redressing. “I’ll see you in the library tomorrow, young lady.” You teasingly dipped into formal addressing.

Nora scoffed, crossing her arms underneath her breasts and lifting them. “I am no lady!” She grinned widely. “I’m dirty, dirty girl! Anyway, Renny might be lost and lonely. Bye, bye Mikey!” She waved enthusiastically as she skipped away.

Taking your own leave, you headed to your ‘home base’ of Beacon’s library, you had a job to acquaint yourself with, and time to think on your next meeting with Nora, provided nothing unexpected sprang up.