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Taking a nervous breath, Mifuyu took the last few steps up to the trailer, and—after a moment of hesitation—knocked on the door, the metal denting with her unintended strength. She cringed in embarrassment as the sound resonated, blushing crimson, and contemplated running away. Maybe they wouldn’t know it had been her if she escaped now.
Stuck in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice the door open, a handsome young woman with light brown hair watching her curiously. A small cough brought Mifuyu out of her trance, and she refocused her gaze on the person standing before her. She was tall and handsome, just as she remembered. Her face still held a somewhat vacant, artificial expression, although a few muscle twitches showed she was attempting to put on a more welcoming face. She wore the two-toned blue button-down shirt Mifuyu had seen her in before, hung the top buttons undone, exposing a form fitting ivory undershirt beneath. A pair of tight-fitting white slacks clung to her legs, giving Mifuyu pause before she made eye contact.
“Ah, Azusa-sama,” Yozuru said, her soft voice lilting with practiced consistency. "What can we do to assist you?"
“Ah, well,” Mifuyu began, pulling her purse from under her arm to open it. As she rummaged through the cluttered bag, she attempted to engage, “I um… I saw the uh, the uh… flyer that was posted and…” She frowned, leaning over to search her bag more vigorously.
“Perhaps you’d like to come inside?” Yozuru tilted her head. “I’m sure it will be easier to find what you’re looking for if you are seated.”
With a sigh, Mifuyu allowed Yozuru to lead her into the trailer, the colorful interior as pristine as always. A quick survey of her surroundings showed no sign of the small one—Sudachi-san—nor the leader, Livia.
“Feel free to take a seat,” Yozuru motioned to the couch.
She sat down awkwardly, returning to rummaging through her purse, while Yozuru pulled out that notebook of hers. As she picked through the stray coins, coupons, tampons, receipts, assorted lipstick tubes, and several broken compacts, Mifuyu heard Yozuru murmuring to herself. Even with her hearing, she couldn’t make it out. As she pulled out her wallet, she released a slight gasp as a few foil squares fluttered out onto the ground; a glance upwards confirmed Yozuru wasn’t watching her, allowing her to stuff them back into her purse, forcing them through the rest of the contents.
“Aha!” Mifuyu said, grabbing the crumpled flyer from a sealed pocked, “I knew it was in here.”
As she placed the paper on the table in triumph, the door opened, and Livia stepped in, sighing as she placed a bag of groceries on the counter. Yozuru looked up at her, offering what Mifuyu would describe as the most genuine smile she’d seen from the woman before her face relaxed once again into the awkward expression she usually carried.
“Yozuru,” she called, “Can ya’ help me with puttin’ away tha shopping?” She turned around, for the first time noticing Mifuyu’s presence. She blinked twice before smiling as she took off her hat. “Well, hello there Azusa-san, how are ya’ today?”
“I’m…” Mifuyu mulled over her words, clutching the flyer nervously, “I’m doing well, Livia-san, I suppose. I was just…”
Her words trailed off, her embarrassment getting the better of her as Yozuru walked to the counter with the groceries and began methodically putting them away, Livia carrying the other bag of perishables, placing them in the fridge wherever they fit. They worked together well, somehow exuding a warm and comfortable atmosphere, a sense of calmness and serenity that Mifuyu hadn’t felt in a long time.
Livia closed the small refrigerator and approached the couch, sitting down with a grace that contrasted her other mannerisms. Her legs crossing as she turned to her, Livia displayed a warm smile that she knew had nothing to do with her. In the background Yozuru closed the final cabinet with a soft thud before taking a seat in a chair positioned opposite her, studying both her and Livia in earnest. It felt somewhat unnerving, her anxiety and embarrassment compounding under scrutiny.
After a deep breath, she placed the flyer on the table, the wrinkled paper face down. She blinked, before blushing a deep crimson and flipped it, averting her eyes from the large text and photograph.
“Ahh,” Livia said, sliding the sheet towards her as she chucked, smiling slyly. “So. Yer interested in some of our… special services?”
“Y-yes…” Mifuyu turned away, unable to look at either Livia or Yozuru, still observing them with interest. She sighed, folding her hands in her lap, rubbing her thumb against the back of her hand. “Late I’ve been so lo-lost… Witho—”
Livia cut her off with a cough. “Ahem. Why yer interested is none of our concern, Azusa-san. You can just tell us what ya’ want.”
“Sensei,” Yozuru said, standing to approach the table, her brow pinching just enough to indicate possible confusion. “What’s this about?”
“Mmm, I hadn’t yet told ya’ about it Yozuru. It’s just a little thing ta’ get ya’ some more experience with some stuff I don’t reckon ya’ve delt with much.” She smiled, tracing the words on the poster. “Care ta’ read it aloud?”
Mifuyu watched Yozuru lean over the table to examine the flyer, first looking at a black and white side shot of herself, seemingly taken without her knowledge, and then at the accompanying text. She was striking in it, wearing a sleek, dark jacket that elegantly framed her form-fitting vest, her mesmerizing gaze aimed down to examine her hand. She made a dramatic and enticing figure, and Mifuyu couldn’t resist being drawn to the handsome woman. Kanae had once been in a similar photo, although her gaze had been warm and for Mifuyu alone.
“To any that are interested,” Yozuru began, her voice gentle and melodic. “For a limited time, Puella Care is offering select special services to magical girls of certain persuasions.” She looked at Mifuyu and Livia as though she were reading a foreign language. Not receiving any clarification, she continued, “Our adjuster, Yozuru, is fully capable of providing a wide range of experiences to the discerning customer that are sure to leave her sore in the morning.”
Mifuyu could’ve sworn she saw a brief frown on the adjuster’s face, a quick cycle of subtle but noticeable emotions flashing across her visage.
“Please visit the Puella Care neutral zone and have payment with you. Rates for specific actions may vary and are determined in person.” She stood up straight. “Sensei…?”
Mifuyu could no longer look at either of them, covering her face with her hands, even as she could feel Livia’s smile mocking her. Was it a mistake to come here? No, she had intended to explain it before being cut off. She was alone and needed companionship. Alina was gone, and Yacchan wasn't interested, and she was drowning.
“Now, before anything happens,” Livia began, ignoring Yozuru’s confusion, “Yer gonna have ta’ lay out what yer lookin’ for from Yozuru here. Now, she ain’t familiar with much, so I’ll be here to… assist her. But from you, Azusa-san, I want a full list a’ what you want.”
Mifuyu continued to cradle her face in her hands, cheeks burning as she felt Livia’s gaze and Yozuru’s curiosity boring a hole through her; surely it was a mistake to come here, she could masturbate at home. Even if it wasn’t as satisfying as getting it from a person, it was preferable to suffering this humiliation.
“This isn’t the type of humiliation I enjoy,” she muttered without realizing it.
“Bwahahaha,” Livia burst out laughing, slapping her thigh as she lost her composure. Mifuyu—tears welling up to blur her vision—looked up at the two adjusters, finding Livia buckled over in hysterics, while Yozuru was flipping through that book of hers with a furrowed brow.
“Sensei,” Yozuru said, placing her hand on Livia’s shoulder. “I am very confused. Could you please explain to me what is happening here? I don’t understand.”
Livia brushed her hand off, taking a second to caress it first, before settling herself down. She faced Mifuyu, her eyes mirthful and devious—with a slight hint of something Mifuyu couldn’t identify. She steadied herself, preparing to wade through the oppressive air out of the caravan before she could suffer through any more of this torture.
“I can see how pent up ya’ are, Azusa-san. Ya’ can leave if ya’ want, but yer definitely gonna regret it.” She was confident, her gaze stern. Mifuyu sank back into the seat as the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding dissipated. “Just tell us what ya’ want.”
Could she truly just lay out her fantasies to these two? They were not the most trustworthy folks she knew. While they had proven themselves at least somewhat ethical in the recent Kimochi War, she couldn’t be certain that whatever she told them would stay confined to this room—she couldn’t be certain they wouldn’t use it as blackmail or against the Kamihama Magia Union in some unforeseen way. She closed her eyes, trying to weigh up her options. She could feel it inside her, the lust; the powerful, brain strangling, thought crushing, all-encompassing, intoxicating lust that led her to commit such depraved acts with Alina. The feeling threatened to overwhelm her.
Mifuyu glanced at Yozuru and felt her heart stutter as they made eye contact. The woman was handsome enough to cause her heart to skip a beat. She was slim, but with enough muscle definition to indicate strength, with perfect features and unblemished skin. She wore only a touch of make-up, light, almost imperceptible lipstick, and a thin black strip of eyeliner. Her expression betrayed no emotion, all her muscles were relaxed, and the multicolored swirl of her irises—simultaneously intense and empty—froze Mifuyu in place. The world faded away as she lost herself, her body releasing just a fraction of the tension it held as she struggled to come back to reality.
“What I want is… is,” Mifuyu took a breath, trying to steel her nerves in the face of both her shame and her need. “The services I was looking for were…”
Yozuru leaned towards her, and her heart skipped another beat.
“I was looking to be fu-fucked r-really hard.”
“That’s a given,” Livia smirked at her, “Yozuru might not have done this before, but I know what she’s made of.”
“R-right,” Mifuyu said, sweating. “I would like to be ch-choked, h-hit, d-degraded, uh…” Before her, she saw Yozuru recording what she said dutifully, “I assume you can teach her uh, f-fu-fu—”
“The magic?” Livia asked. “Yes, a’ course! That won’t be a problem.”
“Right.” Mifuyu sighed in relief. “Could you make s-sure that it’s at l-least twenty-five centimeters?”
“A size queen a’ ya’?”
Mifuyu blushed, tapping her fingers together. “I like to be f-fucked from behind m-mostly, and I enjoy being made to… to… Clean it off,” She squirmed in place under the mirthful gaze of Livia and the dispassionate observation of Yozuru, “After I c-cum.”
“Anything else?” Livia said.
“Just make sure it hurts,” Mifuyu said, her voice steadier, eyes losing some of their shame. “It doesn’t feel right unless I’m in pain.”
“Yozuru, ya’ got all a’ that,” Livia said, turning to her apprentice.
“Yes, Sensei,” Yozuru replied. “But I don’t really get it.”
Livia glanced over her shoulder at the pad and hummed, “Yes, this all seems good. Except tha’ degradation part. Sorry Azusa-san, but Yozuru here probably won’t be able ta’ do that one.”
Mifuyu nodded in mimicry of understanding. She didn’t understand what was going on between them or have a firm grasp on why Yozuru acted the way she did, but she had no intention of pushing her luck. Just describing what she wanted had already gotten her aroused; she could feel the heat in lower body, and looking down at herself already showed that her nipples were erect, visible through her thin bra and shirt. She hadn’t meant to dress so lightly, although she had come here intending to be fucked, so perhaps it had been an unconscious choice. It all felt like a trance; or perhaps everything else was a trance, and this was real?
“Yer total ’ll be 2 grief seeds an’ 50,000 yen.”
Mifuyu balked at the price—significantly more than an adjustment from Mitama-san—but held herself back, afraid of doing anything to cause them to raise their fee any further.
“Of course,” she said, staying cool, and reached into her still messy purse, gently retrieving two fresh grief seeds, and ten five-thousand-yen notes after a moment of searching. The paper was crisp between her fingers, and the seeds were cool to the touch. She placed them both down on the table; the money was a paltry sum given her family background, although with her moderate estrangement, she could never be certain of her finances. However, two grief seeds were quite a lot, considering she wasn’t getting adjusted, unless, she supposed, getting her innards rearranged counted as an adjustment.
“Very nice,” Livia said, collecting the payment. “Now let’s move tha’ two a’ ya’ into tha’ back.”
She and Yozuru both stood up, following dutifully behind Livia as she walked them into the bedroom. Before Mifuyu had an opportunity to assess the room—although from the moment she’d had, she saw two beds, both western style, one larger, and one smaller with what looked to be the younger one’s clothes laid out on it—Livia had transformed and done something with her magic too fast for Mifuyu to follow, leaving the room rather barren with only a single large bed, one reclining chair, and a large chest bearing a comedically oversized padlock.
“Azusa-san,” Livia said, “You can take a seat on the bed. I’d like ya’ to not undress yet, as Yozuru could use tha’ lesson.” She turned to Yozuru, “Ya’ on tha’ other hand, can give me your clothes an’ stand still. I gotta’ teach ya’ somethin’ important.”
“Yes, Sensei,” Yozuru said, voice not communicating much, although Mifuyu noted a slight blush on her face for the first time.
Mifuyu’s face continued to burn as she watched Yozuru strip bare; the woman was beautiful, her skin smooth and undamaged, her muscles well defined, but not bulging, her breasts, while small, looked soft, topped with small, light-brown nipples, and, although she was only viewing her from the side, she could tell how firm and graspable her ass was. The only thing she couldn’t see from this angle was the area between her legs; not that it hugely mattered, as however enticing she imagined it to be—and considering how handsome Yozuru was, she was certain she would’ve salivated—it was about to be replaced by something else.
Both of them had stopped talking, and Mifuyu looked on curiously as they gazed at each other, Yozuru’s eyes glancing between Livia and her own body, seemingly in response to unspoken words. Telepathy, most likely. Whatever the case, both of their hands began to glow with magic, and Mifuyu’s breath hitched as she saw purple energy coalescing between Yozuru’s legs. She licked her lips, leaning forward, attempting to see through the glow, the world warping as she focused entirely on the scene before her.
The light faded, and Mifuyu’s eyes widened as she saw what had materialized. It looked big, while soft, and she would’ve bet that hard it would be as thick as her wrist. The details on it precisely matched what she would have expected from this princely woman. It wasn’t as big or smooth as Alina’s had been, but it had defined veins and a flared tip that would no doubt stretch her deliciously. It seemed Livia had gone the extra distance and deigned to teach Yozuru to create balls along with the magical cock—large, fleshy orbs that she wanted to bury her face in like she had done for hours with Yachiyo. She hadn’t been quite so slutty back then, but Yachiyo always included them, and had appreciated Mifuyu’s commitment to her oral performance.
Alina, on the other hand, rarely bothered including them, usually allowing Mifuyu unrestricted access to the girl’s lower lips. Indeed, she had very much enjoyed the feeling of having Mifuyu’s throat spasming around her cock while urging her tongue into her folds. She felt herself becoming dizzy, her mind filled with the image of the younger girl's powerful hands forcing her head down and making her choke on that absurd length. She had been in a better place then, hadn’t she? The world had made sense. She had known who she was, what she was. An image of Kanae replaced the Alina in her mind, and she felt her dizziness intensify, the rough memory at odds with the adoration on her face.
Mifuyu blinked, realizing that she had been drooling as she watched Livia and Yozuru approach her. The freshly created length drooped, completely soft, and bounced slightly with each step towards her. Instinctively, Mifuyu leaned forward, opening her mouth, and extending her tongue as if she were a thirsty dog awaiting water. Through the haze of lust already settling over her mind, she realized that a bitch desperate for sustenance was a rather apt descriptor for her at the moment. Alina calls her worse. Had called her worse.
“Oh god, what’s wrong with me?” She whispered as Yozuru stood before her, gaze intense and curious as Mifuyu instinctively slid from the bed onto the floor before her, placing a hand on the adjuster’s thigh, gripping the skin roughly as she approached her length. Yozuru’s cock throbbed in unconscious anticipation as Mifuyu’s breath washed over it, and the woman stepped back at the sudden sensation, preventing her from reaching her prize, a disappointed whine escaping her lips.
“Apologies, Azusa-sama,” Yozuru said immediately, halting her retreat when Livia placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am unused to these sensations. I did not intend to prevent you from receiving my service.”
Mifuyu recovered from her brief disappointment and chuckled softly, her pupils dilated, sliding along her knees to reach Yozuru again. She tenderly grabbed the length—treasuring it like one would any precious artifact—eagerly pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip, enjoying the bounce as Yozuru’s blood pumped into it. The woman’s inexperience was cute, although it clashed with what she craved: hard confidence. Hopefully, whatever Livia was communicating to her telepathically would be enough to coach her into the brutality she craved.
Already, she could feel herself clenching on empty air as she imagined herself face down on the bed, Yozuru’s firm hand wrapped around her neck from behind, squeezing so hard that her face turned purple as her dick hammered into her. She pressed her legs together, the bare limbs struggling to provide her any friction as she circled the edge of Yozuru’s cockhead with her tongue, encouraging the organ to grow. It had already begun to fill with blood, and she could feel it pulsing under her tongue’s ministrations.
She dragged her tongue up the right side of the dick, pondering the taste as she licked at it. It was different from what she’d had recently. Although recently was relative here. Evidently, Yozuru’s inexperience with the magic had caused her to do something strange, but rather than tasting like wet flesh and salt, it tasted like she was licking the outside of a girl’s labia. It was fascinating, and more intoxicating than the arousal she usually felt at the prospect of sucking a magical girl’s cock.
“Mmm,” she moaned, bathing Yozuru with her tongue, placing kisses up and down as she licked, savoring the flavor as it grew. “I needed this so much.”
She was so wet, yet she Yozuru’s hands had barely touched her. Had she always been this way? Surely, she hadn’t been so needy when she had lived in Mikazuki house with her teammates. Surely, she had been normal then. But she didn’t live there anymore. She lived alone now. She was alone, abandoned by everyone who had said they would… that they would… Yacchan was still there, but she wasn’t? Another layer of haze settled over her and her body released more tension as her mind continued its slow unraveling.
Finally, Yozuru’s length filled out entirely, as hard as it could be, and Mifuyu held it in one hand, inspecting the throbbing length like she was examining a priceless jewel. Like the woman who wielded it, it was strong. Several defined veins made it look slightly angry, and she could see it throb with every heartbeat. She lifted it, pushing it up with a hand that couldn’t even encircle the whole girth, and inched forward, inhaling the intoxicating scent, and nuzzled herself into the heavy balls hanging beneath. With practiced care, she stuck out her tongue, tasting the flesh tepidly, before shame left her, and she began an enthusiastic licking, sloppily dragging herself along the tense sack, up to the point where it met her cock, and then audibly along the underside, wiggling her tongue to tease out any reaction from above her. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue against the frenulum and the neck before flattening her tongue against the glans and taking the tip in her mouth, moaning at the taste of pre-cum.
No, she most definitely had not been like this before. At Fendt Hope, she hadn’t prowled around, desperate for Alina to fuck her into a melted mess. She hadn’t moaned like she was the one experiencing pleasure whenever Alina forced her to go down on her for hours at a time. This level of depravity was new.
Desperately, she tried to circle the tip inside her mouth, but the flared head proved too large for her to do anything but flail against the bottom, finally being rewarded with a groan from above her. However, she didn’t sink further down, sucking in deep breaths through her nose, saliva filling her mouth and leaking out the corners as she awaited what Livia must surely be instructing Yozuru to do.
While her tongue wiggled against the underside of the thick length, poking the back of her mouth, she reached out to grab onto the testes hanging below the magical rod, taking them in a shaking hand. They were damp from her tongue, although not as dripping in saliva as she might’ve liked; instead, she felt the slight toughness of the skin, the tightness, and the looseness, all the little folds. Each ball was large, no doubt magically full and virile, although as she reverently massaged them, she wondered how necessary they were to receive her reward.
Mifuyu hadn’t considered the mechanics of it very hard before. She didn’t even know when she’d first learned of this magic. Yachiyo had definitely used it with her, but where had Yacchan learned it? Why had they used it? That must’ve been after Kanae had… had… Her head throbbed as memories attacked her aroused haze, and she felt herself beginning to panic as the escape she sought drifted away from her.
And then, finally, she felt Yozuru’s hands come down upon her head, the feeling of them brushing against her sensitive flippy wigglers causing her body to shiver and twitch, the reaction earning hesitation from the hands. In frustration, she took the hand that had been caressing the balls before her and grabbed Yozuru, keeping her from retreating. She took a deep breath, focusing entirely on the moment once again, allowing a large puddle of saliva to flow onto her blouse, staining the thin fabric, before the hands finally gripped her roughly and shoved her forward.
Immediately, the cock slammed against the entrance of her throat, the muscles still too tight to allow such a massive object to slip in. Mifuyu coughed and sputtered around it, tongue rubbing the underside as vigorously as she could, attempting to show her satisfaction, pushing forward against it as she tried in vain to slip it past the barrier. She perhaps only had about half of the length in, her goal of reaching Yozuru’s base still far out of reach. Unable to proceed any further on her own, her attempts to relax her throat proving insufficient, she at least satisfied herself by moaning and gurgling as wetly as she could, spit flowing out lewdly, dousing her clothing, leaving her a sloppy mess. Somewhere along the line, she began to relish looking at herself in the mirror after being properly fucked; her face a sweaty mess, dried tears staining her cheeks, and waterproof make-up, defeated by the sheer amount of saliva and cum that covered her. The bruises around her neck and bite marks dotting her breasts were beautiful, and she always hated covering them and seeing them fade. She relished in the marks she could keep hidden—the excitement from sitting down after endless spanking had properly reddened her, always a struggle to contain during important meetings.
She tried to remember the first time she had done nothing to soothe the pain, allowing herself to feel every sensation after Alina was finished with her. But it didn’t come to her. How long had it been since Alina had first destroyed her? How long had it been since she had done it last? How long had she been alone?
Yozuru withdrew a few centimeters, interrupting her swirling thoughts, before thrusting back in, once again hitting against the tight barrier blocking access to her esophagus, drawing out lewd gagging noises. She withdrew again, thrusting back in more rapidly, still being denied further access as her swollen glans failed to gain access. Even with so little of the cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, Mifuyu contented herself with having her face lightly fucked; the feeling of having no control alone was satisfying for the moment, another layer of tension leaving her mind. The taste of her own spittle and slime combined with leaking pre-cum caused her head to spin, and her eyes began to tear up as she listened to her own sounds. She tried to stick out her tongue, hoping to heighten the sensation for the woman above her, but found it battered back down as the thrusting increased in tempo.
Eventually, she found herself becoming more relaxed, facial muscles relaxing as her lips stretched to better fit the cock, however at the current angle of her head, its ability to go any deeper hampered by her uvula and its own rigidity. Mifuyu tensed, excitement coiling within her as she felt one of Yozuru’s hands slide gently over her soaked chin, grab under her neck with a care that belied the intention of the movement, and adjust her head carefully. There was a pause, and she was able to think for a moment, her mouth stuffed full of cock, and heat pooling in her lower body. She wanted to convince herself this wasn’t right, that her time at the Magius was a fluke, but the way that it felt to have control completely ripped away from her told her that it couldn’t be wrong. She could let go, couldn’t she? She needn’t remember the responsibilities, the people, the life that weighed her down. She could just surrender to the pain and pleasure—surrender to a better world.
And then, with a powerful thrust that would’ve knocked Mifuyu had she not been leaning against the bed, Yozuru’s cock breached the entrance to her throat and sank nearly its entire length down, her body convulsing and spasming as it fought against the blockage instinctively.
Mifuyu struggled not to wretch around the intruder, her gag reflex not as suppressed as subdued as when she was being regularly throatfucked. Her legs thrashed and her torso twisted, hands gripping the sheets behind her desperately as she forced herself not to resist. Through the haze, she could sense Yozuru’s discomfort, wondering for a moment if she was doing something wrong, but it seemed Livia had enough control to prevent her from withdrawing the delicious cock from her throat. She struggled and choked, but eventually stilled her body’s natural reactions, the reassuring presence of Yozuru’s hand stroking her head, calming her until she finally was still, the only remnants of struggle being the pathetic gurgling sounds she made around the member.
She was totally pinned. Any human in this position would surely panic, starved for oxygen, and barely able to move. But she was able to endure it. That itch in the back of her head, the feeling of wrongness that had been building for months, was finally subsiding.
A torrent of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth, and she struggled to slip her tongue out over her bottom lip, massaging the underside of Yozuru’s vascular length, attempting to reach her balls. However, it seemed she still had several centimeters of cock to swallow, as her tongue only swiped side to side against the hard flesh.
Slowly, Yozuru withdrew, her cock dragging against the sides of Mifuyu’s throat almost painfully—the engorged, flared head reluctant to relinquish every centimeter—until only the head remained past her tonsils. Mifuyu’s eyes crossed, everything blurring as she focused past her nose, seeing how wet the rest of the cock was from her own slime and spittle, shining gloriously in the warm light of the bedroom.
Yozuru held her there, her breath unstable. Mifuyu peered up and could see the adjuster observing her with a bemused expression, not at all what she would’ve liked to see from someone choking her on their cock. Alina would never look at her like this; she would mock her as struggled and choked, her eyes lighting up with sadistic glee. Kanae or Yachiyo no doubt would have passion and love for her, their bond more than just sexual or whatever it was she had with Alina. But this confusion, and lack of understanding, was different. It wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted someone to fully claim her and put her in her place—show her what she was really worth—and leave her a thoughtless mess.
But there was still a tenderness there too. Even as a layer of saliva coated her cock, Yozuru looked like she cared for her, like she was taking care of someone that needed help. One of her hands moved from their anchor on her head to squeeze at Mifuyu’s throat, exploring the visible bulge of her cockhead as it pushed its way back down past her tonsils. Tears trickled from her eyes as she waited, her mouth stretched wide.
The itch burned, and Mifuyu whined in dissatisfaction.
Yozuru thrust forward with a slowness that belied her strength, almost managing to hilt herself within Mifuyu. The hand on her throat squeezed down curiously to massage the length plunging down her gullet. Mifuyu tried to wiggle herself forward, searching for the last few centimeters of cock, but she couldn’t quite take it. Months of celibacy had allowed her body’s limits to decrease.
She swallowed around the length, her fluttering throat massaging it, and waited as patiently as she could while Yozuru pulled back again, the flared head eliciting a loud sputter from her as exited her esophagus. A wave of saliva spilled out around it as Mifuyu bathed it with her tongue, her shirt becoming further drenched. She sealed her lips around the glans, trying to hold on to it, desperate for more. Her senses were alight in ways they hadn’t been for months, and she was clinging to the source of that feeling as much as she could. The world outside herself and Yozuru started to fade, and another layer of tension evaporated.
Finally, Yozuru pushed back in, slower this time—the head of her dick flattening down Mifuyu’s tongue as it easily reconquered the depths of her mouth and throat—until she reached as far as she could, before slowly pulling back out without a pause. Eagerly, Mifuyu attempted to roll her tongue around the throbbing flesh, although its girth prevented her from doing anything more than weakly vibrating against it.
And finally, finally, Yozuru pushed back in, a smooth motion without pause, signaling an end to the teasing that Mifuyu had endured. She needed more of it. Her eyes were cloudy with tears, but looking up at the other girl, she projected a smile, even if her actual visage was assuredly blank. She was finally doing what she wanted—what she needed to do. Service. And forget.
In and out, Yozuru pushed and pulled her cock, a gentle pace that nonetheless caused a bulge to form in Mifuyu’s neck and tears to stain her face. It wasn’t what she was used to; perhaps if Kanae had learned the magic to give herself such a member, this gentle domination is what she might’ve come to experience. Her heart pounded in a combination of lust and sorrow as thoughts of time not had with her beloved mixed with her lust, the pinprick of reality causing a coil of anxiety to regain its grip on her mind.
Would Kanae have learned to treat her how she now needed to be? Yozuru’s pace increased, her grip in Mifuyu’s hair tightening as she both thrust her hips and moved the drooling woman back and forth by the head; would Kanae have done this to her had she asked? The next pullout—this one past the entrance of her throat, all the way to the tip of her tongue—was followed up by the most brutal thrust so far, nearly fitting the entirety of the slick length within her compliant throat. There was no reprieve either, as she was manhandled roughly, a rapid tempo jerking her head wildly as the huge cock pummeled her throat. Each thrust was rough, dragging brutal gagging noises from Mifuyu, more spit dripping from her mouth and forming a puddle beneath them as she finally received the throatfucking she had been craving. Her tongue hung out of her mouth beneath Yozuru’s girth, flailing against its bottom as her eyes struggled to focus and tears flowed freely, running down her cheeks, cheap mascara coating the thick cock stretching out her mouth.
She tried to imagine Kanae doing this to her; what would her cock be like as she plunged it within her girlfriend? Would it stretch her as much as this one? Or would it be gentler, more suited to Mifuyu’s size? Would Kanae’s lavender eyes glow with lust as Mifuyu sloppily sucked her off? Would she lose control beneath her licks and kisses, opting to fuck her throat like she wasn’t even human? The thought of it made her tremble internally. She was throbbing, her arousal desperate to be sated.
But it wouldn’t be. Not until someone else decided it was time. It wasn’t her right to say what happened. She was only allowed to accept it.
The cock throbbed within her, and Mifuyu worried Yozuru was approaching orgasm. It was far too early. Alina could spend hours choking her on her cock or strap, and her method of throatfucking was far more brutal than this, and her tools were even larger than the beast currently ravaging the depths of her mouth. She sealed her lips around it, groaning with satisfaction as it hammered into her. Her brain lit up with delight as Yozuru tugged her back and forth roughly until she slammed her face firmly into her pelvis, the entire length finally sheathed within her. However, she barely had a moment to enjoy the full feeling before the grip that had pushed her down yanked her head backwards.
Yozuru set a decent pace, each thrust taking Mifuyu from the top third of her length down to the balls. She struggled to breathe through her nose as the saliva soaking Yozuru’s groin smeared against her nostrils, but she didn’t care—she was a magical girl, and an extremely horny one at that. She wondered what Yozuru was thinking; was she enjoying this as much Mifuyu? A normal magical girl would surely be delighted to have someone like her choking on their cock, fully accepting each long thrust. But this one was a mystery to her. When she finally was moving fast enough that her hefty spit-soaked balls started hitting Mifuyu on the chin, did the smacking sounds cause her to grit her teeth in glee?
Yozuru’s thrusts accelerated, finally pushing Mifuyu’s worries out of her mind as she once again absorbed herself in delivering satisfaction to another. The force at this point would probably have injured a human, but even as a magical girl, her throat was doubtless bruised and battered; she loved it, the total powerlessness, her existence reduced to just a thing for another’s pleasure, further clouding her brain with lust. Her hands that had braced against Yozuru’s thighs finally dropped, concentration failing as the many minutes of oxygen deprivation began requiring magic to compensate.
Yozuru withdrew her entire length from Mifuyu’s mouth, a lewd gagging sound echoing in the room as her mouth hung open pathetically, a thick trail of saliva connecting to the tip of the cock, the rest spilling onto her clothes. She coughed roughly, several globs of phlegm spilling onto the floor, but it was not enough to deter her. Instinctively, she attempted to dive back, but found herself face first in Yozuru’s balls, now drenched in her spit by the long facefucking.
For a moment, she forgot where she was as she stared at Yozuru’s genitals. For a moment, everything disappeared, and she was at peace. But only for a moment. Then she remembered and simultaneously sought to forget again.
Desperately, Mifuyu ran her tongue against the wet flesh, sucking on the orb within as if it were a divinely ordained mission. Almost like she was being rewarded for her diligence, Yozuru tugged her hair roughly, further stuffing her face in against the dripping sack. She breathed deeply the scent of pre-cum, moaning pathetically. She wasn’t sure how long she had been throatfucked, but her fuzzy brain estimated it had been at least fifteen minutes. Her body felt like it was used to more, but she couldn’t remember. Another layer of tension drained from her, replaced by the burning arousal spreading across her entire body. After another minute of letting Mifuyu slobber on her, Yozuru yanked Mifuyu up by the neck, squeezing just tight enough to elicit a gasp of pleasure, but not tight enough to satisfy. She found her shirt ripped clean off her body as she was tossed onto the bed, the wet garments thrown somewhere behind Yozuru and Livia. Her vision was blurry from the tears and sweat, but she could see how angrily the cock before her throbbed, dripping with her own spit. Yozuru tugged her skirt down, revealing Mifuyu’s lack of panties beneath.
“Hehe,” Mifuyu giggled hoarsely, trying to flutter eyelashes coyly. Yozuru probably wouldn’t get it, but in her imagination, she would be calling Mifuyu a dirty slut, desperate to be fucked by any magical girl she encountered.
“Wow,” she heard Livia’s voice, although it sounded muffled. “I could tell ya’ needed this, but…”
She looked pointedly at Mifuyu's glistening thigh, the light reflecting off of the copious amount of fluid that had flowed down from her sex. If she weren't so clearly unsatiated, she could've been mistaken for having just cum. Panting, Mifuyu allowed her legs to fall open, exposing her core to the room; her labia were swollen with arousal, wetness coating her entire vulva.
Mifuyu licked her lips, staring heatedly at Yozuru standing naked before her. Spit was still hanging from her magnificent cock, the rest of her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her normally composed expression partially cracked. Delicately, Mifuyu brought a shaking hand up to her mouth, extending her tongue to once again suggestively bathe her fingers in her saliva, trying her best to maintain eye contact as she took her now wet fingers and dragged them gently up the side of her vagina, hissing and fisting the sheet with her other hand.
Her eyes closed, her motor control failing as she spread her sensitive labia, prodding her sopping entrance with a single finger. Her arousal was overwhelming, and the heat emanating from within her enrapturing. She held off thrusting inside herself, Alina's training still kept a light grasp on her mind.
She remembered Alina. She remembered the first time Alina punished her for touching herself without permission. She had strung her up in the white feather cafeteria, where Alina proceeded to brutalize her with toys, never letting her cum. She had been blindfolded and deafened the entire time so she had no idea if anyone had actually seen her hours of torment, but the thought that there could be dozens or hundreds of teenage girls whose first sexual experience had been seeing her discipline was tantalizing.
At least, those were her thoughts in her current lust addled haze. Immediately after the event, she had been furious, blowing up on Alina, storming around Fendt Hope and eventually confining the madwoman to her quarters for a week. Touka and Nemu wisely avoided questioning her anger; however, she suspected they were aware. Nemu knew everything that happened within the Uwasa. A different type of shame had claimed her mind when she realized that prepubescent children may have been exposed to her antics. At least it hadn’t seemed to color her interactions with the Neo Magius group throughout the recent Kimochi conflict.
She let out a pained grunt as the memories she was so desperately trying to forget forced their way into her head. Pain and pleasure would make her forget. Surely, they’d make her forget. She didn’t want to remember anymore. She didn’t want to be the disappointment anymore. She didn’t want to fail anymore.
A firm grip on her ankle interrupted her brief reflection, Yozuru glaring at her, fascinating multicolored irises obscured by her pupil's dilation. After a brief glance at Livia, her gaze softening as she looked at her instructor, Yozuru roughly tugged Mifuyu's leg, lifting her lower half off of the bed, flipping her onto her stomach with ease. Her breath hitched as Yozuru urged her hips to rise, body anticipating finally receiving the fucking she craved.
Maybe it would block it all out.
She pushed herself up onto her hands, shaking and unsteady, knees pressed into the bed, and waited. It was torturous, her body sweaty, face smeared with spit and makeup, wetness dripping down her legs. Her inner muscles clenched around the air, desperate to be filled, but nothing yet entered her. She whined, pushing her butt backwards, pressing against Yozuru's hand craving the internal silence. And then she felt the tip of her cock pressing against her dripping entrance and her body lit up with pleasure, clenching her hands desperately. She gasped for air, and she longed to touch herself: breasts, clit, vagina, wherever—she just needed more.
"Please," she said, her breath airy and weak.
"Go ahead, Yozuru," Livia said. "Like I told ya'."
"Yes. Sensei." Yozuru's voice was gruff, deeper than normal, like she was a different person—the person she wanted.
She slammed her hips forward, the head of her cock spreading Mifuyu's labia around it, the slick lips parting reluctantly, her inner walls providing more resistance to the oversized length than she had expected. She clenched down, her body lighting up with electricity as her insides were forcibly pushed out, squeezing walls hugging against the veiny rod rapidly approaching the deepest part of her core.
The breath was driven out of her as Yozuru's cock hit her cervix, a flash of pain splitting her head, her flowing arousal was not enough to fully tolerate the forearm of cock stretching her out. Something inside her tore, and she coughed and choked, arms nearly giving out. Looking down between her legs; she could see how wide her pussy was spread, arousal and blood dripping from her labia, soaking Yozuru's dick, and she licked her lips slowly. When she was this lustful, she loved seeing how she looked impaled on a thick, magical cock. Or, several times, how Alina's arm looked firmly planted inside her.
No. She shook her head, focusing on the spots within her that hadn’t surrendered to pleasure and were still throbbing with pain. She couldn’t remember. If she hurt, she could forget. If she could just get the entire length inside her, maybe she’d be okay.
Shockingly, there was a good section of the cock still outside of her cunt, and the spit-soaked balls were nowhere near satisfyingly slapping against her. She wiggled slightly, trying to urge the rod deeper into her, but was disappointed as Yozuru slowly withdrew from her, an audible noise accompanying her insides refusing to release the rod.
Eventually, only the head of the dick remained inside her, a trickle of blood and arousal dripping off it, and she clenched around it, rewarded with a grunt from Yozuru. Her internal celebration was cut off by a hand grabbing her short hair, pulling her head up and back as a much more violent thrust—hard enough to break a normal person's pelvis—smashed the entire length of the cock inside of her, forcing her to stretch out painfully, her depth increasing with her arousal and positioning.
"Fuck," she cried out, arms collapsing, her chest falling forward, breasts swinging, but her body was preventing from fully collapsing by the hand roughly gripping her head. She surely must’ve suffered some sort of injury from that. Her insides throbbed with a violent pain that threatened to overwhelm the pleasure. But she had no time to collect herself, as another tug of her haired pulled her back, and she gasped, clenching down even harder as her instincts, triggered by the powerful grip, urged her to submit and her fuck herself back on the intruding member.
“Fuck,” she said again, moving her hips backwards to meet Yozuru’s next powerful thrust, their skin slapping together as she was finally fully impaled on the huge length. Without pause, the woman fucking her pulled back and hammered in brutally setting a rapid pace of deep jabs, her magical strength and speed allowing her to nearly fully pull back and slam all the way against to the back of Mifuyu’s fornix in the blink of an eye. Each time she bottomed out, the grip in her hair tightened, pulling strands of hair out as the force attempted to separate them.
The pain was excruciating—each disconnected hair caused more tears to form at the corners of Mifuyu’s eyes, and the rapid shocks against the deepest points of her insides had her stomach muscles spasming unpleasantly. And yet, it was exactly what she wanted. Total and completely helplessness, reduced to a thing for another’s pleasure—she could feel tingles within her, and she tried to get one of her dangling arms to respond to her commands. Only a small touch to her throbbing clit could send her over the edge. But she couldn’t do it; each rapid slam into her rattled her brain around and forced her muscles slack. Instead, she was reduced to whining and jiggling her hips. Supported only by the shaft conquering her and a single hand in her hair, she cried out, no longer able to keep any control over her sounds.
There was a pause, as though Yozuru was concerned at the sounds she had just made, giving Mifuyu time to support herself again on one arm, while pushing her shaking right hand in between her legs. With a gentle touch, she ran her digit along the part of the shaft she could reach, feeling the hard flesh slick with pre-cum, her own arousal, and hot fresh blood, eventually dragging it over the top of her lips and seeking out her sensitive nub. It was swollen with arousal and need, and placing her index finger on it nearly sent her over the edge.
Behind her, she heard a grunt and Yozuru slammed forward again.
This time, the tip of her cock hit against the sensitive spot just below her cervix, the force nearly causing her to collapse again, but she hung on, rubbing gently at her clit. She was close. So close. Yozuru pulled back, hammering in again, thrusts perfectly crashing against the same spot, the precision and brutality building her closer and closer towards a peak.
Yozuru’s thrusts sped back up, approaching their previous breakneck speed, and with a final thrust against the sensitive place, and an uncontrolled thumb over her clit, she came. Mifuyu was no stranger to blended orgasms—someone who she couldn’t remember was a fan of giving her body wracking pleasure and not letting her come down for minutes or even hours—but after being denied anything but her toys for so long, the combined pleasure of her fizzing clit and clenching cunt turned her brain to mush, screaming in pleasure and pain as the cock continued its relentless barrage of her insides. She didn’t receive even the briefest respite as she was fucked through her peak; the feeling increased in intensity, her hand rubbing clumsily against herself as she sought out further pleasure. Then the thrusting became more mild—softer, and the hand in her hair finally released, leaving her neck to snap forward, face slamming into the bed. Both hands relocated to her hips, grabbing her ass firmly, pulling her back into each violent thrust.
She squeezed down on Yozuru’s cock, spilling around it, wetting the bed further with their fluids. The thrusts didn’t stop coming and her climax refused to end, even as the throbbing in her clit began to subside, the endless stimulation internally refused to diminish her pleasure. One of Yozuru’s hands slid down her leg, grabbing the side of her knee, and to her shock, she found her right leg pulled up, her body tilted at an angle as she was contorted to allow the woman fucking her deeper access to her insides. Without care for her comfort, Yozuru lofted the leg over her shoulder and Mifuyu’s lower body lifted off of the bed, their bodies still slapping together.
It was a thoroughly lewd display; her body hoisted and roughly tossed in time with each thrust. She moaned louder, occasionally crying out as her body flopped into positions that brushed her nipples against the sheets. Tears started flowing down Mifuyu’s face as the relentless fucking refused to give her any chance to catch her breath. Without warning, Yozuru’s hand on her ass lifted before thundering down, pulling a scream of pain from her throat. It came down again and again, every hit on her ass ringing loudly, always accompanied by another brutal thrust of that massive cock.
Her vision blurred with tears and stars, her brain turning to goo, she began to lose sensation in her lower body, eyelids sinking and moans quieting. She was going to pass out: In the middle of being fucked how she craved, her body was giving out on her. It couldn’t end like this. Not after everything. Her pleasure couldn’t leave her, too. Even if everything else was beyond her grasp, she needed this feeling. She needed it.
Likely sensing Mifuyu’s imminent collapse, Yozuru finally withdrew her cock, released her grip on ass and legs, letting Mifuyu falling onto the floor and bed like a sack of bricks.
Her head was spinning, and it was hard to look at Yozuru standing above her. The aftershocks still jolting her body took most of her brain power up. Her mouth was slack, and a lengthy line of drool hung from it, completing her look as a freshly fucked mess.
But she wasn’t done. Not until she was sure.
“More pleash,” she slurred, reaching out a hand to grab at Yozuru’s thigh. “Please!”
She couldn’t really see the young woman’s reaction through the blur of tears, dried spit, and dizziness, but her heart hammered happily in her chest as she was once again thrown onto the bed. This time, face up with her legs pushed up above her head, body folded together. This had been someone else’s favorite position, although she couldn’t remember whom. It allowed such deep access to her cunt, and such intimacy.
Of course, she expected no intimacy here.
Not that she wanted any.
Once again, that throbbing length pressed against her wet lips, ruthlessly spreading her apart. She eagerly accepted the large invader, her pussy swallowing it up and squeezing down around it.
It was so good. It was so real. It was the only thing that was real.
Once again, Yozuru hilted inside her, balls slapping against her reddened ass audibly. It was a good sound, one that her brain delighted in. Yozuru lifted her hips up and slammed back down, driving the breath out of Mifuyu’s body again. She was leaning over her, arms to either side of her head, their hips firmly connected. She settled, buried deep within Mifuyu, a wild look in her eyes, so different from her normally unexpressive face. Her cock pushed out against Mifuyu’s walls, hitting all the perfect spots inside her, and when they were flush together, Yozuru’s pelvis managed to press against her clit just enough to cause her to gasp.
Another thrust knocked the breath from her chest. She loved this position—the way that every part of her insides was touched by cock fried her brain, and the visual aspect of a powerful woman claiming her sated her submissive cravings. Another layer of reality fell apart.
The only thing missing was—Her eyes went wide as both of Yozuru’s hands came up to her face, elbows anchoring her as she continued slow, hard, deep thrusts into her. Her heavy breathing stopped as a sweaty finger dragged its way down her tear and spit stained cheeks, over her lips, just barely dodging a curious tongue, before it slipped over her jaw and chin, pressing down against the skin of her neck.
She pleaded with her eyes and was rewarded. Yozuru paused, hilted inside her pussy, her length throbbing and sending a tingle down Mifuyu’s spine; a gentle touch from shaking fingers, more like her normal self than the animalistic brutality with which she had been fucking, ghosted around her neck, as Yozuru formed a soft grip on her. Mifuyu’s breathing grew heavier, sweat running down her forehead, heart hammering even faster in her chest as a thumb pressed against the artery just below her jaw, followed by the other fingers grasping against the opposite side her throat, and finally the palm bracing gently against her windpipe.
Someone whose name had faded had never much cared for being safe and had, in fact, broken her trachea on more than one occasion. But it seemed Yozuru was being proper, providing pressure only against her artery rather than crushing her ability to breathe. That was probably for the best, even if the threat of death excited her. The poor adjuster had no idea what she was doing and was trembling as she struggled to remain composed, following whatever telepathic instructions she was receiving.
She already felt dizzy, and even though only the barest force pressed upon her, she was breathless. The anticipation was causing her body to shake, tremors running throughout her muscles, and she gripped even harder on Yozuru’s enormous member. Nothing could steal this from her—she was here, being touched and fucked by someone else who wasn’t leaving. Even if she’d had to pay for it, she had it. She had it. With the limited strength she had, Mifuyu nuzzled into the hand, her blurred vision looking up, attempting to communicate her desperation, and she braced herself internally.
Yozuru looked away for a moment, keeping Mifuyu’s head still, her cock still firmly lodged against the neck of her womb, each pulse of blood causing the head to swell delightfully.
Then Yozuru squeezed down, crushing Mifuyu down into the bed with her hips as she did so, drawing a hoarse yelp from her lips. She immediately withdrew her cock, once again leaving only the tip gripped by stretched, slick labia, before slamming back down, Mifuyu’s breasts bouncing as Yozuru hammered her body. She tried to suck in a breath but was rewarded with no oxygen as the hand stayed firm.
The thrusts came harder and faster, each one causing a lewd squelch as she leaked arousal, moans turning silent as she grew lightheaded and dizzy. But there was no mercy given to her, Yozuru’s hard cock hitting painfully against her depths, bruising her insides. In and out her thrusts went, Mifuyu’s already teary vision growing blurrier as darkness closed around the corners of her eyes. Her hands weakly reached up for her own legs, pulling them back by her ankles as well as she could in her oxygen deprived haze, her body flattening further for Yozuru to press into a gooey mess.
Again and again, she was rocked into the bed, each full thrust causing her to see stars in her murky sight. Yozuru’s unclear face above her was tense, concentration and anger marring her handsome features. A drop of sweat fell off of her chin and Mifuyu stuck her tongue out to receive it, marveling at the salty taste.
The hand around her neck tightened once again, completely cutting off her blood circulation, and with one last slam against her depths, Mifuyu came undone, screaming silently, body thrashing as a painful orgasm overcame her. She clenched even harder down on the cock speared inside her, desperately seeking out an orgasm from Yozuru. Her hands lost their tentative grip of her ankles, and to compensate, she was further mounted from the front, Yozuru folding her over with her body, not slowing her brutal thrusts in the slightest.
She shook violently, pleasure zipping into every part of her, fingers clenching and unclenching, abdomen spasming, legs twitching and toes curling—her entire body was alight, every nerve firing at once, her oxygen starved brain overloading with sensation until she went entirely limp. She was still conscious, only magic sustaining her at this point. But her body control was completely gone; like a rag-doll, Yozuru impaling her, cock pulsing as she breathed heavier.
By now, she must’ve turned blue, oxygen deprivation setting in, and with no air in her lungs, she couldn’t even make the smallest moan. Instead, she was reduced to being tossed around like she was nothing. Nothing in the place she belonged. Nothing in the bed that was her entire world. Nothing at all.
“F-fuck.”
With the last remaining bit of perception that wasn’t dedicated to feeling pain and pleasure, Mifuyu heard the girl who had fucked her and whose name had faded curse.
“S-Sensei… I…”
Someone laughed, Mifuyu just barely able to hear the chuckle over the sound of the creaking bed and herself still getting fucked.
“So ya’ like it Yozuru?” Her voice was quiet, as though being heard through a wall.
“Yes, I,” Yozuru, that was apparently her name, grunted, her thrust getting shallower, no longer rising her hips up to fully, instead only about a quarter of her cock were stirring Mifuyu’s insides. “I had no idea…”
“Seems I still have a’ lot ta’ teach ya’. I know ya’ can’t take notes right now, but we can have a’… refresher course later.”
Yozuru jolted in alarm, her hand suddenly releasing Mifuyu’s neck, revealing reddened skin and dark bruises. The sudden ability to breathe jolted Mifuyu’s awareness—breaking the momentary illusion—her squished body shaking as another orgasm built up rapidly. Her cloudy vision started to clear as she drew in rapid breaths, struggling to fill her lungs with oxygen each time Yozuru pressed her down, knocking her breath out.
She tried to hold on to the bliss, focusing on the feeling of her bruised neck, and her lingering orgasm, trying to collapse the final thoughts swirling in her head.
“Now, Yozuru,” Livia said, Mifuyu’s eyes tried to focus on her, even as Yozuru’s thrusting grew more desperate and her breaths became shallower. “I know ya’ve been doin’ a fantastic job with Azusa-san’s cunt, but ya’ really gotta pay attention to more a’ her body.”
“Yes… Sensei,” Yozuru said, struggling to get the words out. She braced herself on one of Mifuyu’s folded legs, changing her angle as her cock relentlessly slid through her insides. Mifuyu gasped and shuddered, the pressure building more within her, tinged with a feeling of wrongness. She didn’t want to leave the nothing. She needed to be nothing.
“I tried to… follow your instructions, but…” she trailed off, pulling her cock all the way out as she gasped. Mifuyu watched as her own arousal dripped off the angry, vascular length, the head swollen, balls looking tight beneath it.
“I know,” Livia, her voice huskier than it had been, said nearer to Mifuyu than she had been the entire time. “Allow me ta’… demonstrate.”
A dark hand worked its way between Mifuyu’s torso and legs, and without any warning, the long nails dug into the tips of her nipples, pinching sharply, and drawing a cry of pain from Mifuyu’s mouth. Responding to an unspoken command, Yozuru plunged back inside, once again hilting herself in a single movement, accompanied not by one, but two hands wrapping themselves around Mifuyu’s throat, and squeezing far more strongly than they had before, wiping out all her doubts.
Mifuyu’s eyes bulged in their sockets, and she came, screaming hoarsely as the rough treatment of her sensitive nipples combined with the cock pounding against every centimeter of her sensitive walls and the death grip on her neck brought her over the edge for the third time. She felt magic pump into her from the tips of her breasts, and her senses suddenly heightened, as though she had transformed, and instead of going limp, she remained taut, all the feelings pouring through her nerves, her body processing them so much stronger than normal.
She was going to die of pleasure; she was going to die of pain. Whatever this ability was, it was surely unique to adjusters. And it was good. So good. She sought out the woman’s gaze above her, eyelids fluttering as the orgasm continued.
“Sensei!” Yozuru cried out. “What is… going… on?”
Livia must’ve been extending her orgasm through magic as the tidal wave of pleasure refused to let up, electric shocks of pleasure permeating every part of her body, and she clenched down even harder on the cock within her. Surely it must’ve been painful for… for… what was her name again?
“Here,” Livia said, placing her other hand against the woman’s back, “Feel this.”
The woman screamed, a guttural roar that triggered Mifuyu’s submissive instincts even more, welcoming the inhuman strength pressed upon her, and the cock throbbed inside her before—finally—releasing inside her.
“Sensei!” she screamed, burying her cock fully inside Mifuyu, magical sperm painting her insides, the fluid quickly filling up what little space there was unoccupied by her length.
“Tha’s it Yozuru,” Livia cooed, gently stroking her rutting apprentice’s hair, releasing Mifuyu’s tit finally. “Enjoy tha’ feelin’.”
Mifuyu was completely pinned, her neck surrounded by the woman’s—Yozuru she remembered again—grip, their bodies pressed together completely as the adjuster’s hips gave tiny, rapid jerks, as she released her load, slowing as Mifuyu’s orgasm faded, and the grip of her spasming cunt relaxed.
A small surge of magic released from Yozuru’s cock as it softened, and Mifuyu exploded with energy, magic radiating from her body as an entirely new sensation enveloped her. Yozuru fell back from her, sweat dripping from her forehead, and cum clinging to her cock, and she landed on the floor awkwardly. Mifuyu shuddered violently, waves of purple light illuminating the room as her power vibrated the air. She felt more aware than she ever had.
It hurt. She had wanted to forget. But she was aware. She was so intimately aware. Yet, as the doubt and fear and memory crept back into her fuzzy brain, perhaps they felt just a little weaker.
“Now ain’t tha’ somethin’,” Livia said, placing a soft hand on Mifuyu’s stomach, a small pulse of magic calming Mifuyu’s energy. “Ya’ like it?”
Mifuyu couldn’t answered her, body still recovering from several body shaking orgasms and that final experience that she could only call a magical orgasm. She didn’t know how she’d answer if she could.
“Now I’m sorry tha’ my apprentice couldn’t give ya’ everything that ya’ wanted,” she said, looking over at her shuddering pupil. “Na’ look a’ you Yozuru…”
“Mmmm,” Yozuru whispered, “Mo-mom..my…?”
Mifuyu struggled to keep her eyes open, watching as Livia knelt down to cradle Yozuru’s damp and shaking body, stroking her hair gently, applying a few soft kisses to her forehead. She was tender, and Mifuyu felt as though she were intruding on something private. Somewhere she didn’t belong.
“Normally I’d charge extra for a thing like tha’,” Livia said telepathically to Mifuyu, “But as I said, Yozuru here couldn’t quite do everything ya’ wanted, so I’ll throw tha’ in as a freebie.”
“Y-yeah,” Mifuyu replied audibly, her voice rough from the abuse to her neck and brain still mostly scrambled from however long she spent getting fucked. “I should… get… going…”
She collapsed against the bed, the last bit of foreign magic draining from her system, leaving her seeing only white. All that remained were the painful aftershocks of her orgasms. She twitched as she felt cum dripping out of her, and her mouth hung open as she panted for breath.
Who was she again? Someone unimportant. Of that, she was certain. Perhaps a little nap would be ok.
As she fell asleep, she sensed the someone picking up the girl who had fucked her and leaving the room with her, apparently fine with her resting for a little while. That was nice of her. Maybe she’ll come back here again.
Through the blissful confusion, she recognized a pang of something in her heart. Loneliness, she struggled to identify as her sightless eyes closed. Maybe she would never escape.