Erotic 01: I Love You, Kharn!

You were a painfully sober magical girl, now well on your way of becoming a comfortably drunk magical girl, and you sat inside the bar of a highly-fortified, maximum security base. The bar was... well, what you expect from Russia, except spartan and served scientists and soldiers regularly. Your fifth glass of vodka was clutched between your fingers, almost empty, which was how its ancestors went. From full to empty, it went too quickly.

But you didn't care about that, for you felt good, warm, the vodka working in your belly and coursing through your too-many-times-shot-sliced-stabbed-and-plain-old-pulped-open-veins. No one else was in the bar, besides you, and the barman, Yuri, but that language barrier was playing havoc between you two. The best level of communication was hand gestures. Snap snap, point at bottle, point in front of you; he'd understand. When it came to refills, you snapped your fingers and pointed at your glass; he definitely got that. And so, the sixth glass of vodka was poured.

Misaka was snoozing peacefully away in her designated room, Midori was in her's drawing doujins starring yours truly, and Kharn The Betrayer was wandering the halls. You couldn't exactly pinpoint her on any map if questioned to do so, but you did know where her and Souji's bedroom was.

Ah yes, Souji. You didn't expect that. In fact, you hadn't expected a lot, but still surprised by a good deal of it. Kharn's appearance; her voice; her glasses that looked exactly like your's; Souji's appeara--- well no, not that, really...; Souji's and Kharn's living arrangement; and her uncomfortable tone when addressed on said topic. It all boggled your memory addled brain, in the way of knowing your plane would crash but you boarded it anyway. Good for her though, and good for him, if they found something in each other, that's more you could say for yourself.

You put these thoughts aside, drained your sixth glass of vodka, called it a night. You let Yuri know you were done, giving a brief wave before walking out. Stretching your frame out, you wonder what you should do.

[]Go case the joint.
[]Say hello to Midori, see if she's drawing you
[]Go to bed, you've been through a lot.


You decided to case the base. Even though there was an army or two stationed here with several magical girls - one a former warmaster, one in training warmaster but infamous vendicare, and a competent callidus - you still felt that nagging desire to know your surroundings. Maybe that was why you were still alive, and many others weren't.

Left or right, it didn't matter to you. You went in a direction. You wandered with the aim of exploration, getting the feel of the layout.

You didn't get far before stopping dead in your tracks. That same sensation from outside the entrance washed over you. Kharn was near. You felt that in your bones, but from where? Front? Back?

You didn't have time to decide. Kharn found you, looking surprised as she appeared in front of you from around a bend.

"Ah, there you are, Comrade Murderface." You turned to her. You mumbled a greeting to her, and she looked at you with genuine warmth.

"I was making my way to where I knew you would be - the bar, and it appears I was right. So you drank without me, too bad for you! You would have been told about previous experiences." You felt a pang of regret at that, but you made the excuse of needing alcohol after all that you've been through. Like Pinky, but you didn't tell her that. The thought of a corrupted, rampaging Kharn made your head hurt. She would make Kirika look like a kitten.

Kharn laughed, a sweet, painful thing to hear that sent chills down your spine each time you heard it. "That is alright, Murderface. Come, walk with me. I will regale to you tales of our past."

You joined lockstep with her, on her left. Kharn walked with fluidity, confidence brimming off her like sunshine rays, completely in her element; her long black hair and ample bosom swaying and bouncing with each step. You watched her from the corner of your eye. You think she hasn't changed, your gut telling you that you probably weren't wrong. In comparison, you had the grace of a cannon.

"Murderface, can I see your shield?" Kharn asked out of the blue, turning to face you, those enticing eyes locking onto you. You didn't see why she shouldn't, and raised your arm for her to inspect the shield. With a steel talon she traced the gash. "That's a bad cut your shield has suffered. Is it still operational?" You replied yes, it was, to an extent. And you told her that extent. She nodded, gripping both sides of the shield with her claws and turned it back and forth, seeing it from different angles; when that happened.

A slow filter of grey bled over everything. She had triggered your time stop ability. The gears were already protesting but nothing could stop it; Kharn held it in place.

"Hello, Homura-chan." A cheshire Pinky appeared before you, hands folded in front of her dress politely. Her teeth were pink still. A cloying, decaying, sweet stench assaulted your nose.

"Kharn, you-"

"Yes." The Betrayer laughed, mirth overflowing from her. Her claws gripped your elbow, firmness cutting off blood circulation. You looked away from Pinky reluctantly down at Kharn's claws, and that was when you noticed it. Her brown sleeves weren't brown; they were gold. You swore your heart stopped beating.

With your mind running from suggestion to suggestion, Kharn whispered into your ear.

"The desire of fallen angels, Murderface." Kharn's voice was black velvet, caressing your eardrum with rabbit fur. She was now breathing heavily, so was Pinky. Like predators with their prey cornered, your mind told you.

What do you do?

[]Give in. You couldn't escape Kharn.
[]Talk your way out, stall for time to escape.
[]Brawl your way out, they won't take you alive.
[]Other.


You swallowed and began to speak, stalling for time, asking what this was about and what were the desire of fallen angels.

"Why, you, Warmaster Murderface." Kharn purred, stepping forth to oppose your wishful thinking of running. "Fallen angels desire you."

"Yes, Homura-chan. You are the desired one. Look at the distance I go to interact with you." Pinky chimed in, staying put behind Kharn.

You stiffened your body, put your weight behind it, and pulled Kharn back, then forward, trying to throw her off of you. It didn't work. She overpowered you and pulled you in close, a claw extending behind you and gripping your head in place. She dived in with her lips, smashing straight into yours. Your heart thumped.

Her tongue invaded your mouth and licked the interior like a private eye looking for very confidental information. Slow, sensual, methodical. Her hands held you tight, crushing your body against hers. That murderous aura flickered, broke down, and came back up passionate. The air thickened, warmed, and fogged. She broke the kiss, panting softly, grinning like a wolf.

You couldn't say that you weren't affected by such a passionate kiss. Arousal and panic clashed like two warring nations. You were socially crippled, emotionally inept, but you had a brain, and it told you you were going to be raped in full time stop by Kharn The Betrayer and Pinky. You decided your life had hit an all time low, and it couldn't get any worse than this.

A part of you wanted this, but you chalked it up to Kharn's unnatural beauty, which you felt tugging at you every second you stood by her. How Souji was affected did not surprise you in that instant. But another part said run and undo this time stop. Atleast then Pinky would be gone, and Kharn would be alone.

You jerked back with all your might but Kharn really was overwhelming you with her physical power. You didn't budge, you only slightly bruised yourself on her metal arms.

"No, no, don't be frightened, Homura-chan. We won't hurt you." Pinky appeared by your side with that smile. Kharn paid her no heed, leaning down to drag her tongue over your mouth then to plunge it in again. It was like a penis, going back and forth into your throat and out again. The Betrayer stopped kissing you, jerking you to face Pinky.

"We only want to please you, Homura-chan." Pinky traced her hands along your jaw, slowly coming in to kiss your wet lips.

"Yes, Warmaster Murderface. I have always wanted to do this to you ever since our first mission together. Your raw killing prowess..." Kharn sighed from the side. Her claws kept a secure lock on your shoulders.

Pinky was different. Your heart exploded, your insides turned to jelly and your knees actually wobbled. You wanted this. Maybe it would be easier to go with the flow, than fight against the impossible odds.

Pinky disengaged, disappearing over to Kharn's side to whisper sweet nothings to her. You watched the wall, as interesting as that was.

Kharn stopped holding you, only for Pinky to wrap her soft arms around your neck, only for Pinky to nestle her face into your neck and kiss electricity into it. Your hands shook. You had to get away, and now was the chance. Your hands reached for her arms, caressed them like a lover would, then tore them apart with brute force. Pinky was stunned, with you half a hallway gone.

"Homura-chan!" She yelled after you. You paid it no heed, no time to listen, only time to run, and turn the stop off. You took a corner, kept on running, hearing and feeling Kharn right behind you. You grope your shield, ramming it home to rest, but it didn't listen and only screamed at you in its protest.

Your gut told you something important. You didn't hear Kharn anymore. Immediately you felt the small of your back become the center of attention, and a moment later a hard impact that sent you flying down the corridor, sliding a few feet forward before a complete stop. Rough hands turned you over and silhouetted by the lights was a naked, glasses wearing Kharn grinning at you. Arms like pillars on either side of your head.

Naked. Kharn. With her red tie around her neck and her ample breasts dangling before you like hanging pottery. Her red irises flared bright above her pink nipples, something wicked creasing her face.

"I'm going to rape you until you love it, Murderface." With that said, she tore open your costume, shreds decorating the floor around you. She ripped your underwear off, exposing you for yourself; a girl playing magical detective in Serbia. "Mistrust let loose to break alliances and pacts... The Betrayer is the catalyst. I'm About-to-Make-You-Cum, feeling the desire of fallen angels." A wet, warm tongue flicked a hardening nipple, causing you to groan. This only encouraged her.

Pinky appeared overhead, nude. She was as you were, but that's alright, you both shared something in common. She knelt down beside you, watching the fun. A heavy blush colored your cheeks, arousal winning over your fear. You were getting wet from all this attention, your body still competent enough to know what to do in these situations. You, not so much. You wanted to run, to escape.

Kharn's tongue flicked wicked torture on your erecting nipples, the air cold on their wetness. She went downward, tongue leading the way, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. She got to your not-too-shabby office, positioned herself well, kicked the door open, and thrust her tongue into you. You gasped, taken aback by her forwardness. Her nose rubbed against your clitoris, her face full of your flesh. In all directions was you from her point of view.

Her tongue moved like a snake, rubbing along your inner walls and floor, searching, delving, looking for your g-spot, for your limit until you reach climax. You panted, you were powerless, you had no choice but to put up with this; you felt Pinky nibbling your earlobe. You were running straight to the edge of Climax Cliff.

To reach further in, Kharn pressed her face closer into you, rubbing your labia to and fro, throwing chaos into an already sensitive environment. Biting your lips, keeping that moan in check, you jumped off Climax Cliff and freefell. That deep moan got out despite your efforts, your body tensing up, your toes curling, your juices being sampled by Kharn. She drank, drank freely, like a viking to mead, from you.

The orgasm released you, leaving you panting on your back, legs spreading a little. Kharn detached, licking her lips as she corrected some strands of hair back into place.

"Mmm, I taste Murder. I desire something... else, from you, I think." Kharn murmured. Grabbing your hips, she lifted you up, and straddled your groin sideways. Kharn had one leg behind your butt, and the other near your breasts, metal bits staying away from squishy bits. Both of your groins, yours a climaxed mess, and hers a sopping mess, touched, kissed even, as the labias met, spoke; had congress. With a buck, she dragged herself across you, sensation exploding from there. Pinky straddled your face before anymore moans could leak out, her pussy touching your lips.

An instinct long dormant woke up, and, unconsciously, your tongue darted forth from its cage and slipped easily into Pinky. She cooed, told you to go on. You did so, now putting more effort into your ministrations on hollowing out Pinky.

You were eating out an insane goddess, and scissoring a tie wearing death machine. Somehow, you were alright with this. A lot of baggage would be relieved, for a while, as you wined and dined two fine ladies.

Kharn dug into your pelvis, trying to create a groove, producing sounds that would make a siren jealous. All you could see was Pinky's frontside, her face tilted down your way. She winked down at you, idly playing with her nipples, putting on a show for you. Index finger would trace along her breasts, then go in to pinch a nipple with her thumb, then both would pull until it snapped back with a soft ripple. She kept on doing this, alternating between the two. You watched, and traveled back to her face to see her pink tongue poking out at you. You saw only a portion of the bigger picture, but imagined the bigger picture, and it pushed you violent over another cliff. You let loose your noises of pleasure into Pinky, gasping tainted air from her nether region.

Your mind was pickled, from vodka, from sex. Kharn raped away, breasts jiggling from her thrusts' force, red tie trapped inbetween like a thirsty man at a water park. Through your fogginess, you realize Kharn hadn't harmed you in her joy, her metal legs steering clear of you and her hands tightly coiled around your hips and thighs.

Kharn cried out, stiffening, clearly going through her own orgasm. Somehow, that didn't stop her, her hips now moving on their own as she lost motor control.

Regaining yourself, you continued with Pinky, doing what Kharn did to you but with more groping. Pinky added to the orchestra, enjoying your tongue, your half facial expressions. It was mana to her. It was mana to you, too. Absently you wondered if you were experiencing mind break. It wasn't such a bad way to go, if you were.

Pinky's walls gripped onto your tongue, held it, got tighter, and rippled with released need. Pinky sang in pleasure, her sickly sweet juices coating your tongue. You lapped it up, swallowed it, the taste bitter with alot of sweet underneath it all.

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They raped you for three hours straight. Pinky left after kissing you on your very wet, very used lips, giggling as she disappeared. That left Kharn cuddled up against you, leg and arm draped over you. Her breasts, amazing as they were, laid flat on you, erect nipples poking into you. She planted soft kisses along your neck, your shoulders.

"Mmmurderface, I've always liked you." Kharn turned your head so that your eyes met hers. They held love, from what you could tell. "You were the best partner I have had in my long years of working for QB Heavy Industries. Can't we do this again, and on more consensual terms?"

How do you respond?