Last Words (Part Two)

To an extent, there was a part of me that still was in firm denial of what was going on. Perhaps I was in a deep sleep, the kind that someone wakes up to with wet bedsheets and embarrassment for days. I could even be hallucinating on some kind of drug, or I could be under some kind of spell. Illusion and befuddlement hexes weren’t unheard of.

But now, all the thought was resembled little more than just a morbid attempt at taking my mind off of the girl in front of me as ohmygoditburnsburnsburnsmakeitstopmakeitstop-

The hand wrapped around my length was hot, almost painfully hot, as Kaede slowly guided it towards her pussy. Aside from the carnal look in her eyes and what I thought was the ghost of a predatory smile, the only sign of inconvenience she was showing was her ragged breathing and flushed cheeks. But even then, I had heavy doubts that she was in any sort of genuine discomfort.

“Well now…” Saying that she drawled wouldn’t have given her any justice. The inflection of her voice as she ran her hand up and down along the length of my cock mirrored how someone at a market found an impressive cut of meat on display. “Perhaps you aren’t as inert of an individual as I thought you were. You show great…” -she emphasized the word with a firm squeeze and flick across the head- “…potential.”

I wasn’t sure which one was more terrifying: the fact that my manhood was in hands I’ve seen casually brush aside nuclear missiles and crush stone with little to no effort, or the fact that she, Kaede Kurusu, made an innuendo.

There’s something funny about how the mind seems to have this disconnect from the physical aspect of one’s self. My face was drawn taut in an expression of unadulterated terror. My breath was coming out in ragged gasps from an odd combination of the pain from her Megido spell and the fact that her skin teetered perilously on the threshold between feverish and burning.  Not to mention the sensation of her hands along my cock that was slowly driving me insane.

My mind was racing faster than it ever had done in my life. A majority of my conscious functions were devoted to creating exit strategies, no matter how wild or insane they were. Plans came together, were modified, evaluated and inevitably discarded before the cycle repeated itself. It was no good. Nothing I could think of even came close to the tiniest chance of escaping without severe or permanent maiming.

And while I had no desire to admit it, it was more than likely that some depraved part of my subconscious that was screaming for Kaede to hurry along and just jam it in already.

I’ve had the barest minimum of sex education, but I know that getting the girl lubricated was absolutely essential for coitus. But the various types of foreplay, especially fingering and eating out, did a good job of addressing that problem. Hentai did have its uses aside from lonely Friday nights. Yet Kaede had done nothing of the sort and was currently in the process of going straight from slipping me the tongue to slipping me inside her.

Maybe she got off on the pain? Or maybe violence and casual violation of someone’s private space turned her on. Because even as the tip of my member slid into her pussy with an incredibly obscene sound, she was already soaking wet-

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold back the noise from the back of my throat, or the reflexive thrust of my hips upwards into her depths as Kaede finally slid down the full length of my cock. My breath stopped completely, and my hands seized tight against the sudden sensation of something warm, wet and slippery enveloping the entirety of my member.

There were two things that immediately got the trainwreck of my mind to completely grind to a halt. The first was the fact that I, Takashi Wakui, had just lost my virginity, an achievement in adolescence that I should’ve been celebrating. But I wasn’t. Because the second thing was the fact that I’d just lost my virginity to the Last Order, a genocidal madwoman with a god complex, who was currently forcing herself onto me.

The noise my teeth made as the grinded against each other set my ears on edge. She was tight. Almost too tight. It was like a vice was gripping my member, but she wasn’t bleeding. So the porn had been right, and those white-cloaked fanatics screaming their devotion had been wrong. Kaede wasn’t a virgin by any means necessary. But if she was this tight, it must have been an incredibly long time for her.

The noise that came out of her mouth set another fire inside of my groin. It was throaty, guttural and it shook just as much as the girl I was inside of. Facing the ruined sky above us, Kaede’s eyes were fluttering, half-shut in rapture, and her expression was one of unabridged pleasure.

“…ah…ha…”

It took a moment for the glazed look in her eyes to fade away. When she finally returned her attention to me, they smoldered with an insatiable lust. “It truly has been too long, Weakest One,” She murmured, tracing a finger along my chest, “Since I’ve been this filled and satiated. Take what little pride you can scrape together that you have pleased me thus far.”

 “…you’re batshit insane is what you are…” The restraints on my body weren’t enough to stop my hips from moving. Demiurge’s weight was only pressing down on my arms. It took everything I had to keep myself still, even as I felt my cock twitching in response to the walls of her pussy. I wasn’t about to give Kaede the satisfaction of moving on my own.

The dismissive noise that came out of Kaede’s throat made it sound like she was a teacher correcting an errant student’s mistake. “…oh, Takashi-kun. You still don’t understand. This is not supposed to be an act of pleasure for you in any way shape or form. I will be immensely disappointed if this reduces you to a mindless animal just begging for more.”

That was my breaking point. I couldn’t stop myself from spitting in her face. The pressure from Demiurge’s arms increased to a painful degree, but it was well worth the surprised look on her face as my bloody saliva slowly crawled down her cheek. “…fuck…you…”

The gentle smile that had replaced her shock was beautiful in all the wrong places as she ran her tongue along the places where my spit was within reach. That act alone sent a cold chill down the length of my spine, all the way to my groin, as she finally divested herself of her clothing.

The beige school jacket slid off her shoulders with a soft rustle of fabric, and the bowtie came off with a teasingly slow pull. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her blouse, so when she undid the buttons along her front, her small breasts came into full view. They shook in anticipation as their owner lowered herself to my ear.

“With pleasure,” The Last Word whispered.

Then without any warning, she raised her hips off of mine and slammed back down as hard as she could. My grunt of surprise came out in almost perfect timing with her satisfied moan as she went on to continue pushing herself up and down on my cock with reckless abandon.

Kaede’s folds caressed me, and gripped my length as the pressure around my cock diminished to a tolerable level. Her inner walls contracted and expanded as my length went in and out through her depths. The noise that our connection made was incredibly obscene, a wet, fleshy sound produced by her groin slamming against mine.

I couldn’t stop myself. Within seconds, my restraint had crumbled I was thrusting in response to her movements, as best as I could with Demiurge restraining me. My face burned red in equal parts from shame, shame that I was enjoying this, and arousal as I felt her come down again for another violent kiss. This time, I met her tongue with my own. Our mouths were the only place I could duel for dominance, and I was going to be damned before I ceded that victory to her.

The reality of the situation finally hit me as hard as a sledgehammer to the face. In the ruins of a blasted city, I was on my back being raped by my predecessor who was thought to have been dead for the past sixty years.

If Kaede’s tongue wasn’t so far down my throat, I would have laughed at the surreality of it all. Either laughed without restraint or screamed with tears running down my face.

>Roll 3d20
>5, 17, 11

I reached my threshold only moments before she did. The only sign I was able to give was a choked noise against her mouth and tongue as I lost control and spilled inside of her. There was one pulse, no, two pulses of the feeling of my seed erupting within her before she came as well with only a low moan of pleasure.

She pulled herself off of my lips and arched her back as the full wave of her orgasm ran through her body. Shudders ran along her body, within her pussy clamping around my length, and I felt her legs tightening around mine along with the grip she had around my shoulders. Her nails dug hard enough into the skin to hurt, and when the last waves of pleasure faded away, they came away bloody red.

The post-release high faded away quickly, clearing my head and removing the fog that coitus had left me with. I couldn’t bear to look at her. I couldn’t get away, so that was all I could do, even as the sheer weight of what just happened came crashing down upon me.

I wasn’t a girl. And by no means was I some kind of unmanly wimp. But there was still some part of me that wanted to curl up into a ball and scream at the fact that I’d just…that I’d just been raped.

I felt hands as hot as fire grab my face, and twist my neck violently towards the sky. There was nothing gentle about the gesture, no effort to make it as painless as possible. Still connected at the hip from where our fluids mixed into an obscene sight, Kaede Kurusu looked at me with eyes that burned gold.

“We’re nowhere near finished, Takashi-kun,” She whispered, sliding off of my member with an obscene noise. I watched my seed slowly drip out of her entrance as she slowly stroked my cock once more, coating her hands in our commingled fluids. In spite of myself, I felt it hardening in response to her ministrations. “You only hate yourself right now, for being so weak and pathetic  and powerless to let this happen. You still don’t hate me yet.”

Her lips parted, and she licked the sticky mess that was coated to her fingers with a deliberate methodology. When she finished, she came down once more to kiss me, and I could taste both myself and her essence along her tongue.

It seemed like an eternity before she pulled away. I spat and gagged as I tried to purge the taste of my seed out of my throat. She looked on with a smile that held no amount of compassion to it as she once again moved to take me all the way to the hilt. The last words before she proceeded to have her way with me were, “And I don’t intend to stop until you do.”

[To Be Continued…?]