/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Satoko opened her eyes, seeing the darkness of the sea of fragments above her. She was on her back on Eua's couch, and as usual, her chest felt a little cold, seeing as her shirt was unbuttoned. The supernatural figure's smirking, snakelike face lay close to Satoko's own, and her two large hands were slithering under her bra. Satoko grimaced. Not this again.

"Eua-san!," she said loudly, and sat up, pulling away. The other woman chortled and asked "Do you not enjoy this, child of man? I've seen many similar acts in your story so far." Satoko flushed a bit, but her anger overpowered her embarrassment. "No, it doesn't! You're careless of my feelings and are only looking to amuse yourself!" She got up, standing over Eua, teeth gritted, ignoring all of the warning bells going off in her mind. "And moreover, your technique is terrible!"

With a sudden, violent movement, she gripped Eua's bare forearms, and shoved her down on the couch. Only shock showed on the larger woman's face, which quickly changed to a blush as Satoko gripped the top of her robe and pushed it open, exposing two massive breasts, barely covered by strips of cloth. She stammered out "W-wait, Vier, I didn't know," but the sentence died midway as Satoko gripped the bundle of cloth in both hands, arching Eua's back.

At being named wrongly once again, Satoko felt even angrier. "Have you gone senile? Who's Vier?", she said, and tore the wrappings into shreds. She pushed them aside, and took a look at the pear-shaped mounds below her, each one almost as big as her head, with large, reddish nipples poking out. Her gaze lifted to Eua's face, which bore no trace of its usual assurance, instead reddened with shame. The purple slits of her eyes avoided Satoko's.

Satoko smiled now, and put one hand below each breast, feeling their weight. She slowly brought them up the bottom of each mountain, then circled around their peaks. "Stop, child of man," she heard, but it was weak, not said with the tone of command she was so used to hearing. Satoko responded by pinching her nipples, twisting them sideways. Eua let out a loud cry, and Satoko saw tears in the corner of her eyes. Oh, this was fun.

She started kneading the massive tits like they were mochi, bringing them together and stimulating the nipples in a rhythmic pattern. Satoko moved closer, wanting to feel the heat of Eua's body better, to see her twitch and moan as she was being violated. After several minutes of this attack, no trace of dignity remained on her face, only an unfocused, tear-stained expression.

Satoko grinned. "My my, Eua-san, how shameful. That's a face no goddess should ever make. Not only are you not above us poor mortals, you're below someone who you use only for amusement." She took her left hand and gripped Eua's face, shoving her thumb into the mouth, rubbing over the fang inside. She twisted, and forced their gazes to lock, and drank in the heady, dizzying pleasure of dominating someone who had toyed with her for so long.

She lowered her head then, and dropped her mouth on top of a quivering nipple, trying to get as much of the hot, soft flesh inside her mouth as she could. Her tongue traced around the nipple, roughly moving it from side to side. This close, she could feel Eua's rapid heartbeats, could hear every womanly gasp she made, could smell her musty scent, like an old library.

With her other hand, she hept her grip on Eua's face, rubbing along the jaw, the teeth, up the temple, along the ear, as if to say "Every part of you is mine." Satoko began increasing the speed of her sucking, making loud smacking noises, carefully noting what movements made the pulse below her quicken, what caused the sack of meat and flesh below her to quiver like an animal.

She bit down then, when Eua was almost hyperventilating, and heard a muffled scream come from above her. She let go, leaving saliva dripping down from her mouth, and stared into her toy's face, drinking in the shameful expression, feeling the convulsions that spread through the body she was so close to. By the end of Eua's orgasm, Satoko could smell something sour, and she looked down to see a large, wet patch staining the red miko robes a dark color. If she hadn't still been wearing a skirt, she would have squirted quite the distance.

"Well?" Satoko asked, standing and buttoning her shirt while keeping her gaze locked with Eua. Tears began brimming in the snakelike eyes once again, and she slurred out "I'm shorry, child of man." Satoko reached out a hand and possessively patted the purple hair below her, wearing a wide smirk all the while.