Confinement and Release [clop] (a little scat) (Adagio/Anon)

> You peek out from you hiding place in the pantry
> Adagio is about to bring the last bite of lasagna to her lips when a funny look crosses her face
> The fork clatters on the table, and she dashes off
> You slip out and follow at a more dignified pace
> The bathroom door slams shut as you round the corner, and you hear the rustle of cloth
> You creep forward, holding your breath
> Adagio groans, and you hear some splashing
> Sounds like your plan is a success
> You open the bathroom door and your thieving roommate stares at you in shock
> Your own eyes are drawn to her legs, tightly clenched together, her shorts and such piled around her ankles
> "Anon? What the hell are you-"
> Then her eyes narrow
> "You did this, didn't you?"
> You try to ignore your hardening member
"Of course. Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice my food going missing?"
> Adagio clenches her fists in her lap, a shudder running through her
> You hear some staccato plopping, with the small squeaks of gas leaks
> "Ugh, fine, well played. Now get out."
> And yet all she does is glare at you from her throne
"Hmmm, I have a better idea."
> You crouch down and seize the clothes around her ankles
> "Hey! What do you think you are doing?"
> She kicks at you, but her legs are pretty tangled, so it doesn't do much
> Well, except,
> 'pfflaaaaaaabbtttt'
> Adagio is mortified, her struggles ceasing immediately
> You pull the clothes all the way off, discarding all but the red panties
"Pretty impressive, Fromagio."
> "Sh-shut up! And let go of my panties!"
> You give the lacy undergarments a considering look
"I don't think so. Why don't you take them back?"
> Then you stuff them inside your boxers
> Your boner politely informs you that women's underwear feels very comfortable
> Adagio suddenly stands up, her face contorted in anger
> Her foot comes rocketing towards your crotch, and you barely dodge in time
> You fall back a few paces, and Dazzle's intestines growl
> She promptly sits back on the toilet, just in time to make some splashes
> She gazes at you with hatred in her eyes
> "The moment my bowels recover, you're dead, Anon."
> To be fair, she has expressed similar sentiments before
> You suspect she likes a little antagonism in her home life
"Promises, promises. But I think your behavior deserves special consideration."
> Adagio leans back in apprehension
> "What are you talking about, Anon?"
> You unzip your pants
"This."
> You pull out your dick, and wrap her panties around it
> "Don't you dare!"
> You start stroking, luxuriating in the silken texture of her warm panties
"Mmm, this feels good. I'm going to have to do this more often."
"Get your own panties, you pervert!"
> You speed up your stroking
"Oh yeah, get angry with me, call me names!"
> Adagio looks horrified
> You draw carefully closer, keeping out of the range of her legs and stroking all the while
"Unf, girl, you scowl so good."
> Adagio's expression flickers between incandescent anger and...
> She's staring at your cock, with something like hunger
> "S-stop, you idiot!"
> You begin to emphasize your pelvic thrusts into the delicate fabric of her panties
"Oh, give me more baby!"
> She shifts her legs slightly, her thighs rubbing against each other
> "You d-disgust me! How dare you profane my unmentionables with your..."
> You're getting close, stroking furiously
> "With your putrid, reeking, moldy banana of a penis!"
> You thrust hard, cum soaking in and through the thin fabric, your dick twitching in your grip
> Adagio's legs draw up involuntarily, and her cum splashes into the toilet bowl
> She leans back against the water tank, breathing heavily
> You pull the panties off your dick, and open them up a little
> Looks like you got dead center, and a little on the back and front
> "This changes nothing, Anon. J-just because I-"
"You like fighting. Dominating and being dominated."
> Color rises to her cheeks
> You kneel before her, and you see the first hints of a smile
> "You do understand. The sudden changes, the low brought high, and the high brought low."
> You grin at that
"Then you'll love this."
> You slip her feet through the holes and draw up her cum-soaked panties up to her knees
> She squawks in surprise, feebly trying to push you away
> No use, Adagio has no real good leverage
> You wrestle with her legs, and eventually bring them up a little
> You tug the panties up, cum smearing between her clenched thighs
> "Stop! I still have to poop!"
> You look into her angry, worried eyes, and say,
"Thus always with tyrants."
> With that you yank the semen soaked panties all the way up, lifting her a little off the toilet
> You can see the dampened fabric invading the gentle curves of her camel toe, and a particularly wet part get wedged up her sweet ass
> She closes her eyes and whimpers, her intestines rumbling
> It's quite the alluring sight, the formerly proud Adagio with her legs pressed against her chest, a clear view of her groin
> Fuck, you're hard again
> You press your cock between her thighs, somewhat lubed from your previous efforts
> Her eyes snap open, that same mix of anger and desire as before
> "Don't tell me you're going to fuck me like this."
"Nah, just your legs."
> As you are about to start thrusting, she widens the gap between her legs
> It's like humping air
"Well, I guess I could just fuck you normally."
> You prod the silk over her lower lips with the head of you cock
> She legs snap shut immediately, and she scowls
> "Fine, fuck my legs."
> That's more like it
> You start to grunt as you thrust in between her thighs, who knew leg jobs could be so good?
> Then Adagio grimaces, and a steady stream of dripping becomes audible
> You check her crotch, only to find a brown stain spreading from the back
> The distressed face of that siren is delicious
> You resume thrusting, pressing against the underside of her legs
> You bring your face close to hers, and her breathing becomes more shallow
> Her mouth is partially open, and very inviting
> Your tongue plunges into her mouth, languidly tracing every curve and crease of her mouth
> Her moans are muffled by your assault
> You keep violating her thighs, feverishly seeking release
> You break the kiss and pause by her cheek
> You find yourself getting close
> Both of you are breathing very quickly, from the kiss, or from the expectation of what's to come
> You lick her cheek, from mid-jawline to the crest of her cheekbone
> She shudders, her hips gyrating in time with yours
> Adagio throws her head back, tears welling in her eyes
> She whispers, "Fuck. Oh yes, fuck!"
> At that, your thrust one last time, burying your cock in the soft flesh of her legs, cum spurting out onto her shirt and into her cleavage
> You keep twitching a little longer, her thighs sliding, shifting, and milking your manhood
> Finally you take a few steps back, and admire your handy work
> Adagio sits on the toilet, arms limp at her sides, legs splayed and panties wet with three different bodily fluids
> Her semen-spattered chest heaves, and her mouth gapes open
> Aria pauses in the hallway, taking in the scene
> She gives your softening penis a congratulatory pat
> "Nicely done, Anon."