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Eli takes a couple of deep breaths and relaxes into the touch. The female cosplayer lets out a soft, knowing hum when she feels him ease up. She pulls him slightly closer, until their sides are flush, the heat of his body seeping through the layers of costume. “Say cheese, or better yet… say ‘Hyaah!’” She teases, referencing Link’s iconic yell, her face turning toward the camera with a composed, serene 2B expression, though her eyes hold a mischievous spark behind the blindfold.
"H-hyaah!" The flash goes off, but Eli still feels his idol's hand on him, not releasing him immediately, instead letting her hand linger for an extra moment, savoring the warmth and the subtle, nervous energy radiating from him. When she finally withdraws, her fingers trail lightly across his back, like a fleeting caress. "Th-thanks, Lana. That was really cool." the words tumble out in a rush. "I-I'm a big fan of your work, actually. You're really cool and I love your cosplays and... Y-yeah..." The shy Link blurts out, "I follow you on Instagram too. Th-That's how I learned you you were gonna be here." Then he raises his hands in a harmless gesture. "N-not that I'm stalking you or anything like that." He adds with a nervous laugh.
The admission makes Lana cock an eyebrow and her breath catch, not from surprise, but from a sudden, sharp thrill of delight. Her practiced composure melts into something more personal, more real. The serene 2B façade gives way to a more vibrant expression, her dark eyes lighting up. “No way!” She breathes out, a laugh bubbling up. “That’s fucking awesome!” She takes a half-step closer again, invading Eli's personal space just slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’ve been watching all my little posts, huh? The cosplay WIPs, the late-night streaming snippets…” She lets her gaze travel over the boy's Link attire appreciatively. “Did you make your costume yourself? I gotta say, the craftsmanship is legit. And you wear it so cutely too~”
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She lets out a soft laugh, low and throaty, vibrating through her chest as it presses against the confines of her 2B bodice, the fabric straining just enough to remind her of her own building arousal. "Perfect!" She reaches into the small pouch at her hip, pulling out a glossy form print with one of her spicier cosplay shots, her as Android 18, mid-pose with the top slipping just so in the background, while in the foreground, multiple lines of small written text riddle the space. "Here, a little formality for my special guests." She says smoothly, holding out a marker alongside it.
The amateur cosplayer raises an eyebrow, his boyish confusion furrowing his brow. "Wh-what's that for?" He asks, looking closely at the print that looks to be some kind of contract or use agreement.
She scoffs and waves it off with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "Like I said, a formality. Gotta cover my ass in case something bad happens, right? Just need a quick signature, hero, think of it as your ticket stub to the afterparty, nothing more." She lies through her teeth, but the boy is too high on cloud nine to notice. He shrugs, and pulls out a pen to scrawl his name across the print without a second glance, handing it back with fingers that tremble ever so slightly.
The moment it's hers again, she folds it carefully into her pouch, the paper crisp against her skin, sealing their little pact in ink. She leans in once more, her blindfold headpiece casting a dramatic shadow over the boy's slightly upturned face as she invades his space once again, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Now, how about a test drive?" She whispers sultrily as she removes the blindfold, her voice a velvet rasp laced with smoke, each word dripping with the unspoken images of what that entails; To Eli, him pressed flush against what is to him the hottest woman on earth, face in her boobs while her grinds his dicklet against her till he spurts his load. To Lana, Eli's tunic hiked up, her hands exploring that fat bubble butt she's glimpsed wobbling in his steps, her hefty slab of thirteen inches of girlmeat sawing in and out of his virgin hole while he moans her name.
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Lana's booted legs plant wide on the gritty floor speckled with stray badge stickers, as she towers over her new slut's kneeling form. Lust coils savage in her nuts now, a perverted wildfire spreading from her stuffed sack to her clenching asshole, egging her to unleash herself fully on the poor, naive boy. Her hips roll forward with a slow, insistent grind, feeding him the first hot inch of her cock past those plush lips, stretching his shy mouth around her girth as his eyes water instantly. "That's cute sound you just made, let's see if I can make you sing something a little more to my tune" She feeds him another inch and hits the back of his throat, GLURCK~, choking sound echoing off the metal shelves like music to the dominant cosplayer's ears. "Good, now we can start testing that throat like we mean it, right?" She sing-songs mockingly, rolling her hips some more, making Eli's throat convulse around her invading meat as she forces it past his tonsils while his hands clutch her thighs tighter, nails digging into the skin for purchase.
Lana growls low, black eyes blazing down at his gagging face, drinking it the way his cheeks hollow, his black hair is tousled under her fist, his fat ass perched plush on his heels with his tiny cocklet leaking shamefully on the floor. "More, Ellie, take another inch for your idol, choke on this fat dick and make me proud to know I have fans like you" She rasps breathlessly, rolling her hips deeper, the second and third veiny inches sliding over Eli's tongue with a slick schlorp, his gag turning muffled and desperate as spit bubbles at the corners of his stretched lips. The sensation rips a guttural moan from Lana, her free hand slamming against the shelf above his head for leverage, rattling a box of forgotten flyers as she feeds him relentlessly, the girly boy's throat bulging visibly now with six inches buried, nose continuously inhaling into her musky pubes while tears streak his blushing cheeks. "Fuck, That's a tight throat you have, baby boy. Let's if I can do something about it" Eli's gags vibrate through her cock like a fleshlight on steroids, every convulsion milking pre straight from her balls, his tongue still working frantically beneath, swirling sloppy apologies around her underside despite the choke.