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Puella Monstrum Madoka Moecha – Chapter 5 – Sayaka’s Further Inquiries on Monstergirl Biology
🕑 Added 2022-08-29 09:57:46 +0000 UTCSayaka—The Morning After
“What the heck?!” Hitomi yells at me for what feels like the hundredth time.
Which… well, we left the hospital (by which I mean I fled and she chased me) about ten minutes ago, so… about ten times per minute…
Yup. Seems about right.
“Would you answer me already?!” she says for… I don’t know. Maybe a third of the times? Wait, no, that’s three ‘Hecks’ for every ‘Already,’ so a fourth… Huh, twenty-five times, I guess.
“Sayaka!” And that’s… I think about a tenth? I need more samples to extrapolate the ratio—
“Talk! To! Me!” she yells in my face as she grabs my shoulder and shakes me like one of her awful diet smoothies.
… All right, that’s a first.
Aaaaand people are staring.
“What do you want me to say?” I hiss at her. “That it’s not what it looks like? That I spilled my orange juice and was cleaning everything up just as you walked in? That I slipped on the orange juice and ended up falling on Kyousuke’s cock about a hundred times?!”
… Right. Now people are staring.
And Hitomi’s eyes are wide open, a hint of moisture on the corner, and—oh, fuck.
Damn it, what would Madoka do?!
… Other than blush like a recently deflowered virgin and faint, I mean.
Oh, now she’s sniffling. That’s just so unfair.
Right. Sayaka, you’re now a sex-fueled warrior of light; you need to be decisive. So just grab your friend’s wrist, drag her out of the middle of the street where you both are making a spectacle, and take her to the nice park with a convenient artificial channel that will provide some soothing water noises.
Yup, see? Hitomi’s too much in shock to properly resist—I mean, to fight you on this, so you can get some privacy and solve this like adults, and…
Well, adults do have sex. And talk about it. And I’m pretty sure they manage to keep being friends after one of them sneakily steals a guy from the other. Yup. Nothing to worry about. It’s not like having Kyousuke’s sperm drip down my thighs and crust over my back, ass, and breasts moments ago should influence at all the calm and rational discussion I’m about to have with a teary-eyed Hitomi.
…
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
All right, everything’s fine, Sayaka. You’re still a cool paladin who turns into a sex mermaid when her MP bar is depleted. You can handle your childhood friend seeing you naked and about to do a walk of shame. You’re not actually ashamed. You’re a proud and independent young woman. You’ve got this.
Really.
Fuck.
She’s tugging back.
“Sayaka… Did you… really…”
Beneath the glittering shadow of a cherry tree raining pink blossoms down on us, I turn back to look at the friend pulling on my arm and shedding twin streams of shimmering tears.
… I’m sure I’ve seen this in a yuri manga. Certain, in fact.
Right, not the time.
“Hitomi, I… There’s… It wasn’t planned—”
“But you did it,” she says, her tone far steadier than I would expect from her red eyes, bitten lip, and—
She’s beautiful.
…
Wait, what?!
“You… you did it. With him. Without talking to me,” Hitomi continues to accuse me.
Except I’m kinda busy with the realization that Hitomi has the kind of slender curves that I could smoothly glide the back of my fingers over as I stared into her green eyes, her slowly reddening cheeks, her pink lips opening in a silent gasp that I could make louder just by stepping forward and pressing my bare breasts against hers, our stiff nipples rubbing against one another—
“Sayaka! At least listen to… me…” she trails off.
As she looks down.
At my skirt.
At my skirt being lifted up by something hard and throbbing inside of it!
“Wha—wha—wha—” Hitomi babbles.
But I am a woman of action! A paladin! A monster hunter!
And so I recognize the immediate need to retreat, retreat, retreat!
“Sayaka—” Hitomi yells as I drag her to the public restroom in the park as fast as I can.
“Later!” I reply, stifling a yelp as the elastic of my panties digs on the underside of the thing I think I recognize poking out between my legs.
I mean, I had one of those poking inside me not that long ago.
…
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!
This is a monster thing. A sex mermaid thing. It has to be a sex mermaid thing!
I burst through the door and pull Hitomi into the first unlocked stall I can find in the row of white open doors—there.
“What the—!” she yells right in my face as I push her against the divider hard enough it shakes, and then her eyes fly wide open.
She stares at me.
Bites her lip.
“Sa… Sayaka… you’re… poking me.”
I pause, swallow, look down.
I am poking her.
She’s slightly taller than I am, but the angle of my… my skirt’s protrusion is pointed straight between her thighs, and I’m leaning toward her, catching the fresh smell of that perfume she started wearing only recently with a hint of lavender (purity, she said it’s the flower of purity, and how messed up is it that she’s wearing that now), and she squirms, and…
She shouldn’t have squirmed.
Because…
“Sayaka, what is this?” she says as she lifts up my skirt and a throbbing, reddish cock appears from underneath, harder than I thought they could be, throbbing with every rushed beat of my heart, larger than Kyou—
I mean, that feels impolite to think about.
Even if it’s true.
And even if I’m kind of proud of it.
… I feel if I keep screaming internally, my brain will go hoarse.
“I… Hitomi, you need to promise to keep this secret,” I tell her, pretending to not be completely freaking out at my body’s apparent capriciousness when it comes to sexual organs.
… At least I still got the boobs. I like the boobs.
Hitomi’s also look quite nice…
“It… it’s throbbing!You… Am I making you hard?!” she says, poking me with the tip of her finger and realizing that no, she isn’t making me hard. That ship sailed long ago.
Also, I’m now hunched over and hugging her shoulders. For some reason.
“You… It’s… You’re very… pretty,” I gasp in her ear.
“Wh—what?!” she says, squirming between my arms, rubbing her breasts against mine, the tip of my cock still caught in the folds of her skirt and pushing straight between her legs.
“I… I’ve never felt like this with a girl,” I say through clenched teeth that have nothing to do with the uncomfortably rough fabric of her uniform getting steadily wet.
“Sayaka! What are you saying!”
“That I want to fuck you like an animal,” I answer in a deep growl, something from last night pouring into my voice as I feel glimmering scales shifting over my skin, behind my cheeks, as my ears elongate into spiky fins with sensitive flesh stretched out between the bony protrusions, as my fangs lengthen, my color drains into powder blue, and all-encompassing wetness floods over me, making my clothes cling to my body and reveal the shapes they stick to.
Hitomis’ mouth drops open as she just… stares.
And I kiss her.
My long tongue prods at hers, past her slack jaw and her warm, inviting lips, and something inside my chest delights in triumph when I coax a strangled moan out of her. Membranes of skin slide up between my fingers, my nails turned into mother of pearl claws that get caught on the threads of her jacket, something in my mind whispering how easy it would be to cut through it to reveal the pale skin below and feast on it, licking her sweat, kissing each space between her ribs as I sunk to my knees ready to taste her nectar directly and—
“Hn!” Hitomi mumbles as I suck on her neck, and she bites down on her right sleeve, her eyes tightly shut, her left hand grasping my short hair and pulling me closer to her.
Wait, what?
…
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
All right! All right! Quick recap!
I have a cock! I’ve dragged my friend to a secluded, private location! I told her I want to fuck her! I’ve turned into my monster form! She’s making sexy noises!
…
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“Hi—Hitomi?” I try to talk to her before I lose control once again.
“You… you tease…” she says, eyes glassy, lip bitten, fingers clenched on my hair.
…
This isn’t helping!
“I… Hitomi, don’t you want to… know what’s going on?”
She blinks, her eyes slowly focusing before they clear just as a luminescent blush pours over her cheeks.
“Sa… Sayaka? Why… Why are you blue?”
“… I feel that’s a less drastic change than, you know, the cock.”
“People have cocks! People aren’t blue!”
“I know! This didn’t come with a manual!” I tell her, carefully editing my memory of a white fuzzball yelling at me to wait so it could tell me something or other that is clearly not related at all to my current circumstances.
“But what is this!”
“I don’t know! I was supposed to be a magical girl! And I am! But also a sex mermaid!”
Hitomi blinks at me. Her blush spreads down to her neck and, by the looks of it, the top of her breasts that I really, really want to see.
“What,” she finally states, summing up a great deal of my mental state since last night.
“Yes! Precisely!” I tell her, enthusiastically nodding in relieved agreement.
Which may not have been the smart thing to do, given I’m still clinging to her body and, you know, basically asking her to give me thighjob.
… Great, nowI am blushing.
“Magical girl? Sex mermaid? Sayaka… are you doing drugs?” she asks me with raw concern.
I cock an eyebrow. She tilts her head.
“Hitomi…” I wave a webbed hand in front of her face. “Really?”
“You could… could have, I don’t know, transmitted them to me.”
“How?”
“You just shoved your tongue down my throat! You could’ve slipped me anything!” she says, a hint of indignance in her sudden bounce.
That has her push down against my bouncing tip.
And makes both of us moan.
Hitomi stares down at… well, where we’re touching, and then, without lifting her head, through her long, long eyelashes, up into my eyes.
I… can’t help but wiggle a teensy bit.
“Sayaka!”
“Sorry! Sorry! It’s just… I never had a cock before, and it just feels so fucking good to rub it against you and see you squirm—”
“I’m notsquirming! Your throbbing, gigantic, rock-hard cock isn’t making me squirm!”
“… Phrasing.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she says in a dismissive and very un-Hitomi way.
She must realize it when she sees me gaping at her.
“Wha—oh, come on! Me swearing doesn’t even rate compared to you insistently poking your thing at my… my… my pussy!”
“I have neverheard you swear.”
“Well, I have never before had a cock shoved straight at me, trying to penetrate me through my clothes, after my oldest friend declared she wants to fuck me like an animal! I guess today is a day for fucking discoveries!”
“Or… well. Just fucking. In general,” I say, trying to ignore the tingling burning on my cheeks.
Hitomi blinks. Looks down, then up, then down.
“You are serious,” she says, her deadpan only betrayed by her flushed cheeks.
“I mean… You are moaning.”
Hitomi blinks at me, then looks down at the insistent part of me that doesn’t flag in its persistence (nor in any other way), then look back at me.
Then she grabs me.
As in, my cock.
“Listen here, you… you slut, if you think I’m going to let you stick thisinside me just because I’m heartbroken at catching you right after having a romp with our mutual crush, you’ve got another thing coming,” she angrily states as her grip on me tightens just enough that I can’t help but push against her, my blue, slick skin gliding between her fingers and pressing against her harder than before.
Her teeth are clenched.
It’s… sexier than I thought.
“I’m getting some very mixed messages right now… Oh, gods, you’re making me sympathize with boys.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“That you can’t start giving me a handjob after calling me a slut and saying nothing’s gonna happen! You’re gonna give me blue balls! Bluer balls!”
“Oh, I am so, so sorry! You mean these are gonna hurt if I don’t help you relieve them? Just how many times do you think I’ve heard that one!” she says, her left hand finally (sadly) letting go of my hair and grabbing my… oh, right. I do have balls.
… Her hands feel really nice.
“Look, Hitomi, just... calm down and let me explain, OK?” I tell her through my own clenched teeth as her fingers make my balls roll inside my sack.
“I’ve been literally asking you to do that since I first saw you! Before the cock! Before the blueness!” she says, her palm rubbing my sack.
“Well, I’m trying to!” I say, her face closer than before.
“No! You’re trying to shove your tongue down my throat, and your hands up my bra, and your cock up my pussy!” she replies, her fingers tightening around my shaft.
“Well, that too!”I tell her, my hands on the divider, on each side of her head.
“At least try to pretend you don’t want to fuck me senseless!” she says, her face right in front of me, her nose almost touching mine.
“Stop making me think about you gasping as I drive my cock inside you until your eyes roll back and you scream my name!” I tell her, tilting my head.
“As if you even could!” she says, looking at me defiantly, her head tilted to the other side, our lips almost touching.
…
“Are you… doing this on purpose?” I ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies.
“Ah. Right.”
And I kiss her.
I push forward, my breasts pressing against hers, my cock pushing her skirt between her thighs, one hand grabbing her long, wavy hair, the other drifting down her body to squeeze that tight ass I often envied whenever we stopped by a burger place and I kept comparing my body to hers.
She moans, the hand on my balls traveling beneath my skirt to grab my own ass, and I can feel my flesh bulging between her fingers as the other hand… moves.
I should stop. I should ask her what are we doing, if she’s feeling all right, if she wants to talk about Kyousuke.
I pull her toward me, my tongue going between her lips, snaking over hers before circling it, coaxing it into my mouth so I can suck on it, so I can feel it between my own lips, so I can taste her.
Her left leg lifts up, surrounding me, pulling me closer to her, her hand letting my shaft go just as she forces me to slide all the way between her thighs, pressing up against her panties all the way as she muffles something into my mouth right before her tongue goes wild inside of it.
I stumble back.
She follows.
And then it’s Hitomi pressing me against the other stall divider, the particulate wood not feeling that sturdy when I’ve got an enthusiastic girl pushing me against it as her thighs move back and forth along my newly discovered cock.
… I think I like having one of these. Or, at least, I like having a Hitomi around one of these.
Her hands roam up my body, briefly cupping my chest, pressing my breasts up and together in a way that makes me rub my own thighs together, mirroring her own legs around me, and then she starts unbuttoning my jacket, and…
“It’s your fault…” she gasps into my finned ear, her breath scalding over my cool skin as she gets to work on my blouse, making my blue cleavage surge up between the drenched white fabric clinging to it.
“What… is… oh, gods, please don’t stop—” I tell her, sweetly, tenderly, and not at all like a desperate boy trying to get handsy on the back row of the cinema theatre.
“Your fault. This. All of… this,” she says, punctuating her accusation by popping my blue bra over my differently blue breasts as she bends down to lick around a darkened nipple.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, but you’re right, oh, fuck, you’re sooo right—”
“Moron,” she says before biting down with just the right pressure to make me squirm as I lean back against the divider, my eyes stupidly blinking up at the white ceiling of this place.
“I’m not... the smart one in the group…”
At that, she pauses.
And, arms almost trembling as she grasps my shoulders, Hitomi pulls herself up from my breast to stare down at my stupidly blinking eyes.
“Group?” she says, her cheeks burning, her gaze feverish.
And I have to think about what it is that she’s asking.
“Madoka, you… me?” I say in what I think is not a whiny, hopeful tone.
“You… You and Madoka have been… excluding me,” she says, biting her lip, her hands now at each side of my head.
… Wow, that feels…
Fuck. It’s… it’s doing things to me.
“Hitomi,” I try to answer in what I think she needs to hear—that is, a reassuring tone and not one aroused out of my mind, “Madoka and I… it’s the magical girl stuff. We… We never wanted you to feel excluded.”
“Magical girl?” she says. And then her eyes widen as she, maybe, remembers that I usually am not a ‘Careful, floor wet’ walking sign.
Which would be a perfect chance to take stock of our situation, sit down on the nicely clean (the whole place smells like bleach) toilet, and have a heart-to-heart.
Except, for, you know, my rock-hard cock still being stuck between two very soft thighs and pushing up her skirt from below an ass I would love to see bouncing up and down on top of me.
… This was the worst-timed gay awakening ever.
“It’s… we met this… well, this kinda weird mix between a fox, a bunny, and a cat who speaks telepathically and only magical girls and candidates can see—I knowwhat it sounds like, don’t look at me like that!”
“I… I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. But only because you’re blue.”
“Andbecause I have a cock.”
“You were alwayscocky.”
I blink at her.
She blinks back.
And then we start laughing, hard enough that it echoes through the whole, empty place, until we’re short of breath and hugging one another, and, somehow, I’m sitting down on the toilet, and Hitomi’s sitting on top of me, straddling me, leaning against me as I hug her.
… I really want to kiss her.
“So. Magical girls,” she says, her face in front of mine, her cheeks flushed with what I think is merely a lack of air, her eyes twinkling in that Hitomi way that she has when she tells a private joke no one but her knows to laugh at.
“I… Yeah. That. We’re supposed to make a contract. We make a wish, and, in exchange—”
“Did you sell your soul to the devil?!” she says, pushing away from me in a way that hurts.
“Wha—no!Well, I don’t think so, there’s this awesome veteran magical girl who’s been showing us how it all works, and she hunts monsters! Would the devil hunt monsters?!”
“Have you ever read what an angel is supposed to look like?!”
“This isn’t Evangelion! And if it was, killing angels would be the right thing to do!”
“Sayaka, tell me you haven’t been killing any angels—”
“They looked like you and I!”
She pauses. Tilts her head. And then, once again, proves that, other than Madoka, she’s the one person who best understands me in the whole world:
“What.”
“Precisely!”
“What do you mean they looked like us?! What sort of monster looks like us!”
“They’re called phantoms! They are supposed to be born from desires! And they looked like you and I naked and being very, very friendly!”
Hitomi looks like she’s going to yell something else right in my face (she’s being uncharacteristically rude) and then pauses to look down at my bare breasts. The ones she was licking a moment ago.
Oh, would you look at that. Her blush’s back.
“Did that give you any ideas—” she darkly asks.
“No! I murdered them, Hitomi! I didn’t want to think about that!”
“And why did you… murder me?”
Ah, right. That may have sounded bad.
I lean against the cool porcelain of the cistern behind me and, yet again, stare at the white ceiling above me. The whole place is lit from some short windows set high enough to dissuade any potential peepers, so I can see the rays of the morning sun over the matte texture of the paint, glinting off the bluish tiles reaching up to the ceiling from the wall behind me.
I try to bend my back far enough that the top of my head touches the soothing coolness waiting for me behind the cistern, and, without any strain, I manage.
I guess sex mermaids should be flexible.
“Phantoms… they are born from desire. And… if the desire isn’t met, they keep growing, feeding from the person that birthed them, until… Until Kyousuke would’ve died in the hospital from unknown causes.”
I was so scared. So damn terrified that I didn’t even manage to recognize the feeling as I just panicked through the whole fight. Even against Hitomi’s face.
I just… I couldn’t let them live.
Hitomi, the real one, the one that didn’t vanish beneath a surge of roaring magic, remains quiet for a moment.
“The damn pervert,” she finally says.
My forehead furrows in my contemplation of what a great anime would’ve said is an unfamiliar ceiling.
“What?” I finally ask.
“Kyousuke. Born from desire? And his desire isn’t to play the violin again, or to get out of that room, but to see us naked and… and doing things with one another?”
I try to discreetly swallow. I don’t think I manage.
“Weeeeell… we are hot,” I say as if that’s all the explanation needed for why the boy we’ve been crushing on for far too long would rather have a lesbian show than his hand back.
I guess he reallylearned to use his left hand for… other stuff.
Like, you know, tending to inopportune erections like the one that keeps pushing up between Hitomi’s soft, tender, squeezable cheeks.
… I’m really learning to sympathize with boys. I don’t think I like it.
“So…” Hitomi says after an uncomfortably long silence in which she only clenches her butt around my cock a couple of times. “You hunt… phantoms. After getting magic powers. From a wish. That turns you blue.”
“I really find it weird that you focus more on that than on my co—”
“I don’t wantto focus on your thick, hard, veiny—damn it, Sayaka!”
“Sorry! It’s new to me! I can’t not think about it!”
“It’s pulsingagainst my panties! I am trying not to focus on it!”
I look at her flushed face, the thin, angry lips, and then have the good graces to look aside in embarrassment.
Just as Hitomi shoots a horrified look at me.
“Wait… You… You got a wish?”
“Yes?” I say, looking at her from the corner of my eye rather than at the big, grey square tiles on the floor.
“And you went to Kyousuke’s room?”
“Yeah?”
And now I’m looking straight at Hitomi.
Mostly because she’s grabbing my cheeks and forcing me to.
And she’s really close. Like, uncomfortably close. As in, I could just lick the tip of her nose close.
No, I don’t know why I would want to do that. I just want to.
“Sayaka… did you wish to heal Kyousuke?”
…
Fuck.
“It’s supposed to be a noble wish kind of thing! Bragging about it makes it utterly uncool!”
“You did! For—you did use your one wish to heal another person!”
“He’s my childhood friend! Of course I would—”
“Would you have wished that for Madoka?! For me?!”
“Yes! I would’ve—”
And, yet again, Hitomi interrupts me.
By kissing me.
I moan beneath her lips, her hands once again cupping my breasts, gliding over the skin through my natural lubrication, pressing them up, making the flesh balloon between tight fingers even as I feel them slide up and out of her grasp before she pinches my nipples and makes me squirm beneath her, my cock rubbing along the underside of her panties, rubbing up against warm moisture that is not just mine and curving back between firm cheeks I want to maul with my own hands as she screams my name while I fill her up with my—
“This is all your fault,” Hitomi gasps, her rough breath washing over my wet face as I try to focus on anything other than the urge to grab her hips and—
“What. What is,” I say, stopping when I realize I’m holding her waist, keeping her in place as I rub my cock back and forth, the ridge beneath my glans catching on her cotton panties with every painfully slow rocking of my hips under hers.
“Your… What you said earlier, when you changed? That you… That you want to fuck me like an animal? That’s… that’s stuck on my head. Playing over and over, like an earworm of a song, and I can swear there’s an accompanying harp…”
A harp.
Like… like the lyre I felt thread through my voice yesterday when I sang Kyousuke whole.
Oh, shit.
“Hitomi… Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry! It’s… Mermaid powers! I cast magic with my voice, and I didn’t mean to, but I’m so damn new at this whole thing—”
She kisses me.
And pulls my blouse out of my skirt.
… It’s very tempting to let her keep going.
Cursing every single one of my aspirations to keeping my title of noble paladin, I grasp Hitomi’s shoulders and push her back, away from my mouth. And then I pretend my tongue didn’t follow hers until it was impossible for me to reach her, because Hitomi is tasty—damn it!
“I… I’m sorry. I… my magic… It’s affecting you—”
“I know!”
“You do?”
Hitomi pauses in her attempts to push against my arms and stares at me like somebody dropped me on my head as a baby. Probably Madoka’s mom, just to add insult to injury.
“Sayaka, I’m hornier than I’ve been in my entire life. I’m losing my mind, and I want to ride you like a pony. I’ve only been holding back this long while I tried to understand what the Hell’s going on, but what is going on is that you’ve, once again, been your recklessly selfless, noble self in a way that, predictably, ends up blowing up in all our faces, just like I hope your cock will—damn it!”
“Hitomi!”
“Yes! Scream my name!”
“Wha—”
“Also, fuck me like an animal!”
“But—”
“Not in the butt! Not on my first time!”
“Hitomi! You aren’t in your right mind; I can’t have sex with—”
Huh. It turns out Hitomi is stronger than I thought.
Also, she’s gripping my throat.
And kinda scaring me.
“Sayaka… You’ve magically hypercharged my libido, shoved a pornstar-worthy cock at me for the past ten minutes, and made it perfectly clear there’s been no malicious intent. I’ll forgive you. This was an accident. Nobody’s fault. Now, be a good accident and get me absolutely wrecked.”
…
I’m suddenly feeling a certain kinship with Kyousuke’s dried-up husk of a body.
Just... something I’d like to mention.
“Fuck. Me,” Hitomi growls.
And, well… Never let it never be said I kept a lady waiting.
So I reach under her skirt and rip off her panties with my claws, because Hitomi’s not the only one under some kind of perverted magic muddling her mind, and when she yelps in delight at the feeling of her pussy lips being pushed down on my shaft and spreading open against the very top of my pulsing hardness, I see white.
Next thing I know, we’re once again on our feet, Hitomi’s back against the divider, my wet hand planted right beside her face, and I get just a hint of wide, surprised eyes before I shove my tongue past her lips and into her mouth as her hands frantically reach down to unzip my skirt.
Then, unlike any other time I have unzipped my skirt, it doesn’t fall, so Hitomi has to squirm until I reach down and hold her left leg up by grabbing her below her knee as I turn aside, and a moaning Hitomi wrangles my cock so my skirt can properly glide down my thighs.
Then her fingers work on her clothes, and it takes me a moment to lean back from our hungry kiss to stare at her as she opens her blouse for me, her breast encased in a yellow bra with embroidered canaries taking flight that is at once incredibly cute, something that makes her green eyes stand out, and offensive to my sensibilities as it deprives me of reaching down to the nipples hidden beneath it—
Oh.
It unclasps on the front.
And dangles from her shoulders, framing the tear-shaped breasts capped with reddish nipples that are as painfully hard as my own.
I take it all back, Mister Bra. I have nothing against you. You make bras everywhere proud.
“I…” Hitomi says, fidgeting under my hungry eyes. “Do you… like them?”
…
I stare at her like Madoka’s mom dropped her on her head as a child.
“That’s not an answer…” she grumbles.
So I lean forward, grab both breasts (after regretfully letting go of her smooth leg) and lift them before taking both nipples at once in my mouth, sucking on them as hard as I can and licking all over them with a pointed tongue that seems perfectly designed to do so.
“Ah! Sa—Sayaka!” she yells before biting on her wrist, sliding down on the partition so her pussy presses harder against the topside of my shaft as her thighs clench.
Which, yet again, makes my eyes go white.
And the next thing I know is that I’ve managed to keep her nipples in my mouth, feeling the yielding flesh around them give way to my prodding tongue and bounce back as I shift my attention to the pointed, nibbly things while my hands sink into Hitomi’s hips, her soft flesh bulging against my webbed fingers, making it balloon out as I thrust in and out of Hitomi’s thighs, her wetness and my own making my cock effortlessly glide across her warm skin.
“Sa—fuck!Sayaka, don’t you dare make me cum without even putting it inside of meeeeee!”
I look up from her breasts stretched out toward me, held in place just through monstrous suction…
And Hitomi’s looking back.
She’s flushed, her forehead and cheeks red, the top of her breasts a splotchy pink that only stands out so much because of how pale she is, and she’s also sweating, the droplets running down her face and neck shining like dewdrops even as they leave rivulets of gleaming wetness behind.
Her mouth is open, gasping, panting for breath, and her eyes flutter erratically, even if they keep coming back to mine.
Her hands… Her hands are on my hair, grasping me, pulling me up until I have to let go of her nipples, until her breasts bounce down, falling on top of my own, our flesh rippling and melding against one another.
And she makes me kiss her.
She doesn’t kiss me. No, she just holds me in place, right in front of her, lips parted and gasping air that tastes like her over my own mouth, licking a slow circle across my lips and getting her tongue back inside her mouth as soon as she’s done.
Staring at me.
Daring me.
And then she shudders, her thighs clenching around me, her hands pulling me that much closer, her nipples digging against my breasts.
And I roar.
I surge forward, taking her mouth, grasping her ass, pushing her up, making her slide along the off-white partition until my cockhead is poking right at her entrance, at the one place of Hitomi I never thought I would ever touch despite years of teasing her about how well-developed she was, groping her breasts, spanking her butt, massaging her feet, her legs—
… I feel my gay thoughts may not be as new of an occurrence as I had been led to believe.
I pause at that moment, at the very instant I would cross that line and enter her body, taking her first time for myself in sheer lust.
And Hitomi opens her eyes, her hands on my hair painfully pulling me away from her mouth, and, with lidded eyes, she once again speaks.
“I told you to wreck me, Sayaka.”
… It takes me a moment to realize that the definition of ‘wreck me’ of a sex mermaid fueled by lust may be slightly different than that of a regular girl who’s, incidentally, still a virgin.
When I do notice that distinction is when my cock is buried halfway into Hitomi’s body, her pussy spasming around me, her mouth gaping in silent pleas, and her eyes rolled back.
“I… Sorry?” I tell her, trying not to feel terribly proud of myself.
And failing.
“You… Fuck,” she says. Which I guess is literally true.
“Well, if you want me to…”
And so I pull back in a staggering retreat until only my very tip remains inside a pussy that keeps sucking me back in, and I thrust forward with maybe a bit more delicacy than a well-meaning yet sadly inexperienced sex mermaid did the first time around.
Hitomi, very encouragingly, bites her lip and clenches her eyes shut.
Then I go past the halfway mark that was my previous record for my loss of cock virginity, and she moans.
It’s… It’s a deep sound. It makes her breasts vibrate against mine, makes a shiver run down my spine at the very idea that I’m the cause of it, that it’s my cock buried in her body that’s making Hitomi look like she’s lost all composure, that I’m making her lose her mind just through sheer pleasure.
I remember feeling it, yesterday’s night, and maybe up till the start of this morning. I remember the hungry heat between my legs, demanding more and more, feeling ecstasy crest and crash time and again until Kyousuke could no longer provide it for me. I remember the brief pang of frustration even after feeling so fulfilled, so… complete, and then just falling between his arms, closing my eyes, and letting all the good that came before overshadow the lingering void, the yearning need to be filled.
I look at Hitomi.
… She isn’t leaving this bathroom feeling like that.
“It’s…” she almost babbles. “It’s just so different…”
I struggle to keep her aloft without disturbing her, without shoving my cock completely up inside her, and then I slide my left hand out and, from the pocket of the jacket I’m still wearing, even if it’s open and soaked through, I pull out my Soul Gem.
And… And then I call on the magic.
I feel it, bursting out of me, like yesterday but less… dramatic. Like the path I had to blaze through is now paved, and I can now reach that beach that leads to the bottom of the ocean without being barred by any trials.
I can feel it. My… My costume, I guess. No, my costumes, the both of them, the knight and the mermaid.
But I just want my strength.
So the magic pours out of me in swirling, glowing water that spirals over my body, taking away my clothes until I’m only clad in streams of water under my control, until my muscles surge with the might of the waves, until my throat swells with unsung notes.
I blink my eyes open, and it feels like I see another world even as Hitomi stares at me in open marvel.
Then, with insulting ease, my hands go back to her ass and lift her whole body, suspending it in mid-air as tendrils of rushing water encircle her, soothing engorged nipples with their cool caress, whirling over her clitoris until they reach the speed that makes her suck a breath in, running across her back and pushing her to me.
Two thick sprouts of water delicately reach my gills, letting them finally open and relieve my lungs of their task.
“Hitomi…” I say into those gorgeous, sea green eyes of hers, “I am going to fuck you like an animal.”
And that makes me remember the song that line comes from, the one I had a blushing Kyousuke explain the lyrics of to me—to my growing horror—after he caught me enthusiastically bobbing my head to it, and I try not to groan at my subconscious.
Then I see Hitomi’s throat bob up and down, swallowing nervously, reacting to the line with the growing heat between her legs, and I kinda forgive my subconscious.
“Promises—” she mutters.
I guess she was going to add something else, but that’s the moment where I push her down along my extremely well-lubricated shaft until she keens something that wouldn’t be out of place in a horror movie.
Her hands on my hair, desperately pulling me to her neck so I can lick, suck, and nibble on it, tell me that she isn’t precisely averse to the whole thing.
I grind against her, knowing I’m pushing her clitoris between our bodies, knowing preciselywhat kind of sparking burst of pleasure that sends through her, then I slowly lift her up, and my water resumes its task, creating a miniature whirlpool over her cute little button entirely devoted to making Hitomi throw her head back and scream in desperate pleasure, the kind I want her to feel over and over again until she can no longer feel anything as she blacks out with my cock shoved right against her womb.
It’s… I still feel the overpowering arousal, the mind-numbing need that’s made all of this not only possible but inevitable. But there’s something else. It’s… It’s like a large, hungry wolf that knows he’s about to be fed. That knows he can take his time.
That is in no rush.
I pull Hitomi down against me once again, and her legs lock around my waist as she whimpers, as she desperately throws herself forward, our breasts only separated by a thin film of rushing water, her mouth seeking to bite down on the crook of my neck in a pitiful attempt to silence her cries and moans as she keeps clenching around me, as she keeps pulling me farther inside of her.
My water circles our breasts, massaging them together, making our nipples rub against one another, making them dance with precision fingers are rarely suited for, except those of a violinist, and I bite my own lip, hold back my own moans, my own desperate need to scream to the world how good it feels to be inside Hitomi, to feel her all around me, to be allowed in her body and to be ready to take and devour all that she can offer me.
I take a steadying breath through my gills, the air stolen from the water cooling me in a way it never does when I swallow it through my throat, and I lean forward to nibble on Hitomi’s ear, to suckle on her lobe even as she keeps shivering against me, her pelvis grinding on mine.
“I… I want you to enjoy this, Hitomi. I want to ruin you for anybody who would come after,” I tell her, letting part of the hungry wolf out.
Her hands slide down from my hair and to my shoulders, holding on despite how slippery my skin is, and her nails dig down in my flesh almost to the point of pain as she whimpers.
And then, finally, I fuck her.
I pull her up with my hands, hold her aloft, and then thrust as hard as I can with my hips, our flesh slapping, echoing in the small stall. Hitomi jerks her head back, unwisely baring her throat to me so I can throw myself forward and take it, so I can leave a trail of hickeys up her neck, one for every quickening thrust into her body, for every parting of our flesh that leaves her gaping, aching for my return.
I don’t make her wait.
My thrusts grow stronger as I realize she can take it, that she can have me ramming my cock against her cervix, that there’s nothing that should stop my attempts to have her come around me over and over—
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh!”
And she does.
I feel her juices mingling with my water when she does, something tangy added to my currents, something that I can breathe in through my gills and that inflames my lust further, that makes me hungrier for her, that makes me want to see her limp body lifelessly laid in front of me as I keep giving her more and more of my cock as she can only whimper and shudder…
“Sa—Sayaka… I…”
“I know. You just came.”
“I…”
“This is just starting.”
Her hands, almost limp on my shoulders, claw yet again at me.
And I move again.
She’s shuddering, her legs no longer locked behind me, just falling down, swinging back and forth as I keep slapping my body against hers, and then she comes once again, that burst of her arousal rushing through my water and inside me.
It’s not enough.
I… The hunger grows, and I want… I want not to just give, but to take, So I sit Hitomi down on the toilet and slowly pull out of her even as she whimpers at the loss of my touch.
So I shove a stream of water up her pussy and make it spin until her eyes roll back.
“Suck on this,” I tell her, holding her head up even as she’s about to slump back against the cistern.
And then I present my blue cock to her fluttering, rolled back eyes.
… MaybeI should ease up the thing with the stream of water fucking her silly. Just a hunch.
Hitomi blearily blinks up at me, then her eyes focus on… well, on me, and widen.
“It’s… It has… It has me all over it,” she says, somewhat protesting even as she licks her lips.
“I know. You are delicious,” I answer, gently caressing her cheekbones with my thumbs.
“What—you haven’t eaten me out—”
I split the stream of water rushing in and out of her and lift a tendril of it up between the two of us. Then, very deliberately, I lean forward and make it as if I’m sucking it off.
… It’s a pity these things can’t get that kind of sensation.
“That… really?” she says, her cheeks somewhat even redder.
I nod. It’s not… precisely like that, but I have tasted her. And she isdelicious.
Even if maybe only magically.
So Hitomi leans forward and delicately places her lips against the very tip of my cock, giving me a tender kiss that makes my toes curl.
Then I shove the water harder and faster inside her, her eyes fly open, her nostrils flare, and she takes me right against her throat.
I’m still holding her face, still gently tracing her delicate features, the aristocratic lines that always made me feel insecure until I finally hit my growth spurt and I… filled out.
I want to see them slack in mind-numbing pleasure. I want Hitomi to look up at me with glassy eyes. I want her to not even be able to beg for more even as her whole being craves for it.
So I fuck her mouth.
My water keeps caressing her breasts, lapping up at her nipples, sucking at her clitoris, spiraling between her legs. And my cock goes in and out of her lips.
Her tongue… it takes her a moment, but now there’s a drop of something coming out of me, and, as soon as Hitomi tastes it, she hums in sheer delight, and then she’s licking all over me, poking at my slit every time I pull back enough for her to do so, sucking me in, and sucking every little droplet out.
Her eyes flutter, and I feel just the right moment to intensify the suction over her clit so that she shudders, so that she tries to moan around me, so that her lips tighten more than she intended.
And I cum.
I burst jet after jet of seed into her mouth, and her eyes shoot wide open as she frantically gulps them down, as she throws herself forward, hugging my hips and holding my tip right against her pulsing throat as she swallows each new burst with a desperate hunger that only grows as her whole body convulses and her third orgasm hits her, her arms tightening around me before she goes limp, falling against me and finally swallowing my tip.
I… I am leaning forward, keeping myself upright with my webbed hands on the bluish tiles over Hitomi’s head, gasping for breath despite what my gills provide me, and I have a morbid thought about just staying there, just letting Hitomi suckle on my cock until she falls unconscious, not even thinking to protest about my cock depriving her of air as it provides her with something she craves far more.
It’s… It’s a stupid thought and likely motivated by me not actually needing my lungs while like this, but the idea…
I shake my head and stand back up, gently caressing her wavy hair and matting it further to her head with my wetness, even as her sweat had already managed quite a bit.
Then I pull her off my cock even as she protests wordlessly, her lips sticking to the ridge beneath my head for a brief moment of struggle.
“Hitomi… I’m not done,” I tell to glassy eyes that, once again, widen in shock.
And I push her back, holding her nape so she doesn’t fall, and delicately lie her on her seat before I grab her thighs and lift them up, hooking her knees over my shoulders, my once again hard cock poking at her.
She opens her mouth, then closes it again, her throat bobbing in a loud gulp.
“Hitomi?” I say, straining to the very core of my being to wait a single moment more.
“I… You… You really are going to wreck me, are you?” she says, her voice wavering, her eyes swimming toward mine.
I look down at her, at the pale skin beneath glimmering trails of rushing water, the gentle curves I’ve still not run the back of my fingers over, the pink, lower lips being spread open by a tendril of water cloudy with her orgasms.
Then up into wide, sea green eyes that I want to force into looking at me in exhausted, satiated ecstasy as her mouth is left unable to say anything but my name.
I nod.
And, right as her eyes widen, as her mouth maybe tries to shape some words, I thrust my whole cock inside of her.
My water is displaced, replaced, but I reach just as deep and far wider, and Hitomi throws her head back to wail at the white ceiling.
And then I really, truly, finally fuck her.
***
I lose count of how many times I finish inside of Hitomi, how many times I make her scream my name, how many times I pour ever more semen into her pussy as she can’t do anything other than shudder and whimper.
I lose count of the times I fed her my entire cock.
Her throat can now take me in effortlessly, her tongue reaches out from between her lips when I approach her, drinking in all the traces of my last orgasm clinging to me when I get out of her needy, quivering pussy, and her thighs twitch when I go back down to thrust in long, slow strokes, or frantic, short ones. I keep filling her up with both cock and cum, until the whole floor is covered in a puddle of it, until I can mix what leaks from her into my streams of water and feed it directly to her while I keep fucking her, seeing Hitomi’s eyes close in sheer ecstasy as she drinks my cum while I pour more of it right into her womb.
And then she stops reacting. She stops calling my name. She stops begging me to go faster or slower, to let her rest.
She just… closes her eyes and goes entirely limp, only held up by my hands on her back as I pull her to me for a last, shivering release, a last jet of cum straight up her body as her arms fall by her side and her legs refuse to move.
Which… Well, I guess it’s one way to go out of a sex trance.
Because… what?
I mean… what?
I… All right, she said she wanted me to wreck her, and…
And well, looking down at Hitomi resting against the white cistern, her matted hair stuck to her forehead, my cum dribbling out of both sets of her lips… Yeah. I mayhave… wrecked her.
Maybe… a bit too much?
Cautiously, barely noticing I no longer have a dick and that my claws have receded into regular nails, that maybe my skin is not as blue as a moment ago… and that my knees are about to give out, my hips are sore, and my throat hoarse…
Well, I… poke Hitomi.
“Hey, you… all right?” I ask her in what may be the lamest line anyone ever heard right after their first time.
… On second thought, there may be worse contenders. Just a hunch.
“This…” she tries to say, smacking her dry lips, trying to lift her chin from her chest and giving up before just looking at me through messy eyelashes. “This is… forbidden love…”
I blink down at her.
I remember her making that joke about Madoka and me.
“You mean the lesbian part or the monster thing?” I answer.
Hitomi slowly blinks at me even as I try, and fail, to keep upright and not fall on top of her.
And then we both laugh, stop in pain at our throats reminding us that we’ve been moaning, yelling, and screaming for the past however-long-this-has-taken, look at one another, and chuckle in pained, staggering bursts.
It’s… great to laugh with my friend.
My thoroughly wrecked, fucked silly friend.
… I’m going to horny Hell, aren’t I?
***
Madoka—Forbidden Love
… Eavesdropping is bad.
It’s rude.
It’s a breach of trust.
But, but, but!
Sayaka! And Hitomi! And a—a thingie!
… All right, I can think ‘cock.’ I can even say it. It’s just… Sayaka.
Sayaka and cocks should never get together; she’s enough of a menace as it is. Really, the way she keeps grabbing my breasts, spanking my ass, offering foot rubs…
…
I maybe a bit dense.
Anyway, yes, it was very rude of me to intrude on an intimate, tender moment (that sounded straight out of something I should make sure Tatsuya never finds on our home computer) by spying on them, but I was worried when I saw them about to fight on the park, so I just followed them into the bathroom to make sure nothing bad was about to happen, and then they started… doing things, and talking about other things, and Sayaka’s line about wanting to fuck me like an animal kept bouncing around my head, so I had to keep listening to make sure…
Well, to make sure everything was fine.
Which, going by Hitomi’s moans, screams, and pleas…
…
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! I touched myself! I touched myself to my two best friends! I rubbed myself off as the partition between our stalls kept trembling as much as Hitomi’s voice! I kept smelling Sayaka’s cum until it oozed into my stall, and only knowing it was on a bathroom floor stopped me from taking it between two fingers, lifting it up into my mouth, and tasting it!
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Just, just—just what the Hell are magical girls?! And why are cocks a part of it?!
And if I get one, will Hitomi suck on it like—damn it!
This is all Sayaka’s fault!
