The Story Man - Lyra by Trade

>You are a very tired anon
>It was at a late hour and you had arisen because you had heard a loud crash in your kitchen
>Out of fear, you went to check to see what terrible intruder would break into your apartment
>More than likely it was some animal, being in a single apartment, there wasn’t much to steal
>What sort of animal could crawl up into an apartment for food scraps?
>Thinking about how cheap this apartment was, you had to shut out those images
>Peeking your head round a corner, you find the kitchen light was on full blast
>Even more worrying was the fact a voice could be clearly heard coming from the room
>It was an odd voice, one that you could almost remember but alluded you from the distance
>As you approached, you could barely make out some words coming from the invader
> “Dammit. Gah! Stupid...rope...”
>Well, you thought to yourself, a woman just makes this situation a great deal more complicated
> “How do I always-”
>The invader’s voice was cut off after you made a small creak on the floor of your hallway
>Well, not so much a hallway as it was a crappy strip of plywood made to signal a hallway
>In silence, only one truly aware of the other, both of you remained focused on staying quiet

>Soon, she returned to her struggling and grunting which made your tired mind go wild
>Focus, anon, she did break into your apartment and needs to pay
> “Aw man! How did I end up like this? This damn skin suit is too tight already!”
>Now that didn’t need any further interpretation, it was already a pleasant image in your head
>You round the corner to see what dexterous and sexy cat burglar had dared to venture here
>The smile fades as you find that it was not some super spy that had broken in
>It wasn’t even some animal to be shooed out the window or crack it came in through
>Nope, instead it was Lyra, your close friend and avid conspiracy theorist
>She turned a silent glance your way and a heavy blush came to her teal cheeks
>It was a very anime situation, one that made you the lucky loser, but not one you wanted now
“Lyra...what the fuck”
> “I’m not, uh...you see I’m...”
>She looks at you, her eyes beginning to water up from the sudden amount of attention she was receiving
> “L-look, just u-un tie me dammit!”
“...Lyra just tell me what you’re doing here. I won’t get mad”
>You wave a hand in front of your face and sit down on the floor next to where she laid in a heap

>Soon, she returned to her struggling and grunting which made your tired mind go wild
>Focus, anon, she did break into your apartment and needs to pay
> “Aw man! How did I end up like this? This damn skin suit is too tight already!”
>Now that didn’t need any further interpretation, it was already a pleasant image in your head
>You round the corner to see what dexterous and sexy cat burglar had dared to venture here
>The smile fades as you find that it was not some super spy that had broken in
>It wasn’t even some animal to be shooed out the window or crack it came in through
>Nope, instead it was Lyra, your close friend and avid conspiracy theorist
>She turned a silent glance your way and a heavy blush came to her teal cheeks
>It was a very anime situation, one that made you the lucky loser, but not one you wanted now
“Lyra...what the fuck”
> “I’m not, uh...you see I’m...”
>She looks at you, her eyes beginning to water up from the sudden amount of attention she was receiving
> “L-look, just u-un tie me dammit!”
“...Lyra just tell me what you’re doing here. I won’t get mad”
>You wave a hand in front of your face and sit down on the floor next to where she laid in a heap
> “...Promise?”
“Yes. Now spill it”
> “...Okay, so there I was following on a lead for a story...”
>Lyra was head of the newspaper club, with you as her chief editor/remover of insanity
> “...And this lead was being an elusive one, thus this get up”
>She gestures one hand near her shoulder up and down, indicating the skin tight black cat suit
>Lyra was not a truthfully busty girl per se, but damn did that cat suit make her look hot
>Shaking away these thought before you started thinking about if she was commando too, she continued

> “Anyway, so she was walking home-”
“Hold it Lyra. Are you stalking people again?”
>Her eyes shift about and some sweat starts to form on her brow, though that could be from the suit
>Dammit brain, stop thinking about Lyra’s sweaty, hot body underneath that outfit
> “Y-yeah, sorry. Anyway, she was moving back to the high school”
“When was this?”
> “A few hours ago”
>You rest your hand on your chin and think about when that would place her at the school
“That makes no sense, nothings going on after school today”
> “That’s just what I thought! Ah, dammit!”
>She had tried to make an exaggerated hand gesture, but was still bound and thus just hurt herself
> “Ow, ow, owie!”
“Lyra, just go on”
> “Ugh, fine. So, I was following her when she went up to that old statue out front”
“The one with the big marble base?”
> “That’s the one. But, get this, she walks up to the base, right?”
“..right...?”
> “She goes up to the base...and pulls someone through”
“Through what?”
> “Out of the statue! Through one of those reflective sheets on it!”
“...She pulled someone out of a statue”
> “Yeah, but get this, someone else saw it too!”
“Really? Where are they? Who are they?”
> “Well, uh, you see...Brad. It’s Brad”
>She paused and did that special eye shuffle she does when she messes up something on a case
“go on...”
> “Well, he kind of...got knocked out”
“What? Did you attack him?”
> “N-no! He just got scared when I popped out of the shadows and ran into his car”
>You wanted to object to that very stupid sounding excuse, but if anyone could do it it was Brad
“Alright, fine, what happened to the girl then?”
> “Well, that’s the thing, she just disappeared!”
“Like she teleported or something?”
> “I don’t know! Maybe...nah, it must be a wormhole or something”

“Okay, fair enough, but why are you telling me this on my kitchen floor?”
>She blushes again and struggles for a bit in a sort of cute way before stopping again
> “Well...I got kind of scared after seeing all that...”
“...So you broke into my house?”
> “I didn’t want to wake you up!”
“What were you going to do that wouldn’t wake me up exactly”
>She stares at you, sweat once again forming on her forehead as her yellow eyes widened
> “...Do you really want to know?”
“Well, yeah”
> “...I was going to...”
>She pauses and debates whether this was information she could divulge to you
>The girl was easy to read after you knew her for a while, which helped conversations like this one
“...to?”
> “Dammit, i was going to curl up on your bed alright?!”
>You roll your eyes and lean back against the cheap wall behind you before you responded
“Lyra, you’re not-”
> “I know I’m not a damn cat, anon! You can stop telling me that!”
“Then stop acting like a cat all the time!”
> “I can’t help it, alright! I have cat like reflexes”
>She also has a pussy, funnily enough, but you decide to not mention that last one
“Fine, why would you curl up on my bed? Why not your own? Or your parents?”
> “Well...I feel safer here”
>Well, that was quite a curveball, but you decided to not focus on it as her face was already at full blush
“Alright, alright, jeez”
>You move over and pick her up like one large ball and heft her slight frame over your right shoulder
> “H-hey, untie me first!”
“You think I can do all of those knots right now? Let’s go to my room first, there’s scissors in there
> “You could’ve just brought the scissors to me in the kitchen, you know”
“Do you want to be all alone in this apartment?”
>You stopped and listened for her to answer before moving on again to your bedroom against

> “Fine, just hurry up”
“Right away, milady”
>you re shoulder her causing her to grunt a little and you carried her back to your room
>She was surprisingly light, though you had guessed that from her gymnast looks
>Once, a few months ago while you both were doing some late night newspaper work, she told you something
> “I could have been one, were it not for my rack”
>Damned if it wasn’t true, everything about her was petite except for those C cups she had
>Not that the breasts were large as melons, but the fact they were on such a little girl made them seem bigger
>You shake your sleepy head, to refocus on the task at hand and try to find those scissors
>Kneeling down slowly, you place Lyra, still in a bundle, onto the foot of your bed and on your covers
> “Well, I made it to your bed anyway”
“Yeah, congratulations”
>She got quiet after that, which was unusual for her, but you forgot about it when you found the scissors
“Found them”
>She said nothing and you just rolled your eyes as you approached her trapped body
>You lined up the blades to one of the strings and attempted to cut it, finding that it was too strong
“What the hell...Lyra, what is this stuff?”
> “It’s a nylon poly blend rope, alright?”
“Well, I can’t cut your expensive rope with my scissors, it’s too tough”
>She didn’t say anything and just turned her head away from you in a way that you knew meant she was pouting
“Lyra-”
>You got on your knees and place a hand on a small space of uncovered arm
“I’m sorry I’m being short with you, but it’s late okay?”
> “...Okay”
“Is there anything you want?”
> “...Can you just stay with me for a while?”
>This was weird, Lyra had always been very cat like, independent and a bit scrappy towards others
>For some reason, she always was attached to you and clung to you for her crazy stuff

> “So you would check me out! You’re supposed to be a journalist, you should have figured this out!”
>Now this was a shock, but it was a rather small one
>For a while now you had wondered if Lyra was coming on to you or if she was just being crazy
“Um, sorry I just thought you were...”
> “Were what? Crazy? Insane?”
“No, I thought-”
> “Mad? Mental? Loony?”
“NO! I thought-!”
> “Just spill it already! Say it!”
“Out of my league, alright?! Happy? I thought you were out of my league!”
>She maintains her glare but then loses it, only to regain it once more and continue this cycle
> “Look at me anon! How could I be out of your league?”
“Lyra, you were always wearing those hot as shit outfits, I thought you were too hot for me”
>She shifts her body, or at least does her best attempt to, and excitedly responds
> “I could look worse! I spend too much time on my hair anyway I could-”
“Lyra, that’s not what I meant”
>She blushes again and looks away from you before burying her head in your comforter
“Oh come on, why do you even want to date me anyway?”
>She mumbles something but the words are swallowed up by the plush and fabric beneath her
“What?”
>She throws her head up again a frown etched into her normally soft and pretty teal face
> “I said because you’re the only guy that hangs out with me!”
“Now that isn’t-”
>You paused and thought about some other boys in the newspaper club
>There were two or three other boys, like featherweight, but they came to you or the other girls
>You always thought it had been weird how only you met directly with Lyra herself, despite her being the president
> “Yeah, I get spastic around guys and run away”
>She had run into her office and hid under her desk the first time that you two met
>A smile comes to your face as you remember that rather comical day two years ago


>You were a sophomore then and looking for something to do that was extracurricular
>The day you had showed up was a slow one, a few members on the staff on the floor reading
>Lyra was pacing in front of her thinking board, a large pin board used to find plots and conspiracies
>You walked up to her as she moved back and forth, unaware of your presence entirely
>The second you spoke up she brushed you off, but then one you tapped her shoulder she spun around
>At first she was mad, but then she saw that you weren’t in the club and jumped backwards
>She froze in a flinch position before fleeing into a small office in the corner and slamming the door
>You follow after her, unsure if you had made some social faux pas towards the girl
>At first you knocked on the door, to which you could hear some further scrambling on the other side
>Finding the door was unlocked, you opened it up, followed by the giggles of the others
>Looking around the room, which was an utter mess of papers and newspaper prints
>She was sitting under her desk, a fact that was revealed to you by her almost silent shaking
>Moving to the desk you stayed there and sat in a seat for a good 30 minutes as she slowly crawled out of her hiding place
>As she moved to a sitting position on her small roller chair, she shifted her eyes about the room
>Then she leaned forward and told you that you could join the club
>She had complimented your patience and initiative as a playoff of her obvious skittishness
>You had accepted the job thankfully and asked what you would be doing
>She smiled and looked over some paper in front of her before answering you again
>Filtering stories for credibility and plausibility before we print them, she had said
>Little did you know that that meant you were to be her ever vigilant companion and translator
>You had never really regretted the job though, it did let you skip some classes for fun stuff

>Still, in those two years of being close to Lyra, she had never shown such distress towards you
>Perhaps she had lost her head a couple times over losing a lead or missing a meeting, but not like this
>Lyra was acting different today and it was almost a little unnerving, were she not bound up
>Actually, seeing her all bound up in a cat suit had been a fantasy of yours for a while now
>Still, she was your friend and you would get to the bottom of what she wanted
>If she wanted to, say, have sex on that very bed while she moaned and called out your name, then so be it
>You give yourself a good slap for that one, no need to even tell Lyra that idea of yours
“Fine, but why me? Surely you could try and get some other guy”
> “But I don’t want anybody else, you’re the coolest guy I know!”
“Lyra, you had just said I’m the only guy you know”
> “Which makes you the coolest! ow”
>She once again strained against her confinement and you tossed a look over her captured form
>The rope had worked around her body well and seemed to be snuggly holding her in place
>Watching her squirm about, you couldn’t help but notice her heaving chest pushing out from the ropes
>Your eyes drift downward further and you trace the curve of her form towards her small yet toned ass
>With your eyes locking onto where her pussy lay beneath the very tight cloth, you didn’t notice her stop
>Nor did you notice when her eyes met yours and watched you hungirly look over her lower body
>If it were any other girl, she would have been furious at the rudeness of your ogling
>Lucky for you, the girl with the busty yet petite form had just confessed her love for you
>As if given some divine gift, this girl was also socially inept enough to want to use this opportunity to show off
>By rolling over to her other side, she stuck her ass into the air and wiggled it back and forth for your

“Uh, Lyra?”
> “Hm? Yes anon?”
>Soon it became apparent that this shaking was intentionally done for you, and so decided to drop the matter
“You, uh, look good in that get up”
> “Is it really the suit you like?”
>Rolling over further, she shows her ass to you entirely and you see the fabric pull tight over the skin there
>You raise a hand out to touch the curve of her ass, but let it hover over it, unsure of how she’d react
>This seemed too weird now for your tastes, she was your friend after all, but she did say she wanted you to peep
>Gathering up some bravery, you press your hand down onto her ass and feel the tight black fabric
>She lets out a small ‘eep’ and you stop your hand where it was but she pipes up again almost instantly
> “Y-you can keep going, just your h-hands are cold”
>You laugh a little and continue to rub up and down her ass until you decided to venture somewhere braver
>The tips of your finger brush along with the fabric where it was pulled into the crack of her ass
>She bent slightly against the rope and began panting already to your touch, but did not tell you to stop
>Moving further inward, your fingers now brushed along where her pussy was and it was clear she was commando
“No underwear today, huh?”
> “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all”
>Your fingers toyed with the lips of her pussy from above the fabric before you felt a slight pain in your crotch
>Interested in repeating the actions your hands performed, your member had decided to spring to action
>It was pressing against the fabric of the jeans you had put on to deal with what had broken into your apartment
>Rather ironic how they now hindered how you were planning on ‘dealing with’ the intruder

>Standing up, you begin to undo your pants and you hear Lyra start to giggle into your bed sheets
>You finish taking off your pants and let your hardened erection hang free in the air
>Taking a step forward, you place a knee onto the bed right behind the top of Lyra’s back
>Leaning down somewhat, you reach over side and grab at her breasts where they were uncovered
>She shook a little at the sudden and forward action but let out practiced breaths, showing her eagerness
“Lyra, do you really want this?”
>She moans a little as you squeeze her left nipple but refocuses to respond to you, albeit somewhat shakingly
> “Yes, more than anything else. Trust me”
>She used that phrase rarely, many times it had led both of you into troubles with other people, but it was always fun
>This turn of events certainly seemed to show this was still the case as you continued to grope her
>Looking down at her back, you find the top of the zipper which kept the costume on her body
>While there were strands of rope across the length of the zipper, you knew that you could work the zipper down
“If you really want to, then hold on”
>Grabbing the zipper, you pull it down her body, occasionally passing the fly underneath bridges of synthetic rope
>As she had to go commando to wear the suit, there was nothing but mint green skin revealed to you
>It was warm from the tight and constricting material and your hands twitched to touch it’s bare and vulnerable skin
>She shuddered at your touch as your let your fingers tap along the skin, their coolness being highlighted by it
>She squirmed from the touch but arched her back outwards towards you, yearning for more contact
>Returning to the zipper, you quickly finished the rest of it’s length, almost showing off the perfection of her ass
>Letting your right hand continue to tease along her spine, your left took a more bold journey
>It slid underneath the opening of the zipper and moved between Lyra’s now shaking legs

>Your fingers worked the selves along the crack between her legs, feeling their moist heat
>You took note, as your fingers worked to her sweet spot, the amazing complexion that a spasmodic girl like her had
>Her skin was both supple and soft, the result of genetic luck and obsessively intricate cleaning
>Letting your mind wander, you pictured Lyra cleaning every small inch of her body with a bar of fine soap
>Starting down at her small toes and working up her toned yet nimble legs, all the way to her crotch
>This mental Lyra took a great interest in this area as well as her chest, rubbing both vigorously for some time
>The moans in your head became replaced, by the sound of the real world Lyra calling out to you
> “Anon? You there?”
“Hm? What?”
> “You stopped and I...well...y’know”
>A smile comes across your face and you lean in, letting the palm of your right hand fall flat on her back
“No, please tell me what you want”
> “Go back to the rubbing man! I’m beggin you!”
“You always did have a way with words”
>You returned to your searching for her pussy until your fingers touch across it’s wet and ready lips
>Her body, as well as her head, seemed to be crying out in unison for you to pleasure her body
>She seemed almost entranced now, a keen hunter and determined searcher, she often got lost in her research
>Every bit of the Lyra that had found all those stories was here with you now
>Only now, instead of getting lost on some far fetched lead or hunch, she was getting lost in searching for her own pleasure
>A search which you both wholeheartedly agreed with and sought to help her along the path to finding it

>Your erection made another twitch near the nude skin of Lyra’s back, almost alerting her to it
>You had decided not to let her know of that intention just yet, and rather let her enjoy the personal treatment
>Another moan escapes her lips as you slide your pointer finger into her pussy with relative ease
>She was already wet and her panting breath showed that she would be very easy to set off
>It would be a challenge for you, to toy with her at first before letting her orgasm freely
>Yet, it was a challenge that you felt would be worth it if you were able to do it just right
>You lick your lips in focus and begin to massage her shoulders with your right hand by rubbing the muscles
>She let her body shake back and forth with the push and pulls of your hands on both ends of her body
>You tug at the opening of her pussy, stretching out the hole so that you could fit another one in
>The tightness of the hole along with the ease to which she got heated made you wonder something aloud
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
>Well, you were planning on keeping that question more to yourself, but you too focused on your hands at the time
> “Well, I uh...”
>You pull at her shoulder with your right hand and lean in close to her right ear, a darker blue-green from heat
“It’s okay if you are, you can tell me”
>Her breath was heated and you could feel her vagina constrict around the fingers still inside her
>Silently, you thanked her petite frame and short height that allowed you to finger her as well as whisper to her ear
> “...Yes, I-I am”
>As she says that you stretch out her pussy with your fingers, causing her to gasp suddenly from the sensation
>You hold the position, letting her cool off before you continue to finger her
>A small chuckle comes as you realize a terrible joke about the situation you were in right now
>Like a greek musician, you were fingering a lyre

>She might have asked why you laughed, had you not continued fingering as the chuckle came out
>Taking your hand away from her back, you also slid it underneath the fabric of the suit towards her front
>After a brief search, you found her round and full chest heaving up and down with her hot breaths
>You begin to pinch one of her nipples, making her squeak from the shocking touch and push against the ropes
>She was close to climax, you could feel it on your fingers and in your hand where she shuddered and moaned
>It was time to take things a little further, and let her return the favors you’ve given her so far
>Her breath slows down a bit and she looks around for a sign of what happened to you
> “Anon? Come on, where’d you-”
>She stopped as soon as your member came into her field of vision and drew near her face
> “Oh, I guess that answers that”
>Looking down at her, you see her eyes wide and filled with an almost comical sense of awe
“What, never seen one before?”
>She snaps out of her trance and blushes, looking up at you while snatching quick glances at the erection
> “Y-yeah, loads of times!”
“Oh god, you actually haven’t seen one have you?”
> “Well...I did in health class...just didn’t think they’d be so...”
>The small swaying action of your hips causing your erection to sway as well, almost like a pendulum
>She moves her head along with it, hypnotised by the small movement in her face
“Big?”
>She snaps out of it and shakes her head before looking back up at you with a small frown on her face
> “Shut up, it’s not my fault if you shove it in my face! What am I supposed to do?”

>You smile down at her in silence before the gears click and she realizes what you want
> “Oh, uh, just...just hang on and let me figure this out”
>Her eyes narrow and she appears to analyse you length before pulling it into her mouth with her tongue
>You move forward so that she can get more of it in her mouth but stop at the sudden movement of her tongue
>It raced along your length, toying with each part of it, giving care and attention to every centimeter
>Even though she had only managed so far to get a good quarter of your length, she was amazing
>After a few seconds of rather shocking bliss she removes her lips and licks her lips
> “Okay, I think I know how to do a blowjob now that I’ve tested yours”
“Tested?”
> “Yeah, you know, like size, temperature, texture, that kind of stuff”
>You blink down at Lyra, she was honestly oblivious that she could give amazing head
“Lyra, just keep doing that”
> “What? That was just rubbing your erection with my tongue”
“...What do you think a blowjob is?”
>She looks up at you with a dumbfounded expression, until the realization strikes you and makes her blush
> “Well, I mean, sure. I can do that”
>Returning her lips, albeit somewhat clumsily, she resumes the same actions as before
>Her tongue ran up and down your length, massaging every last part of it with detail
>Unconsciously, your hand moves to the back of her head and pushes her down slightly
>A muffled rejection comes out, but soon she adjusts her position and relaxes her throat
>Pulling her close, you feel her breath glide across the exposed area of your member
>Despite the raw pleasure, you feel yourself on the verge of climaxing, and decide to pull out

>She attempts to move after the head before frowning and looking up at you disappointedly
> “Oh come on, you said you liked that stuff!”
“I do, but we’re not done just yet”
>Her face becomes blush and she looks down to the bed again and puts her face into the plush seats
> “Idiot...should have known...”
>You sigh and pet her soft hair as she self depreciates for a bit into the bed spread
>The short hair had a streak of white in it and was a rather trimmed mess on her head
>She claimed she kept the hair short so that she could fit into her stealth caps better
>Personally, you thought she trimmed it so other people couldn’t pull it in fights, which she often got into
>A smile comes to you as you remember the numerous times that she had jumped onto other girls’ backs
>It was always the ones that would talk shit to you on account of you being known as the class snoop
>Admittedly, you had only spied on girls in compromising positions once or twice and only for stories
>Returning your attention to Lyra, she had begun to moan once again with her head still rested
>It wasn’t sexual moans, but the moans of someone becoming very relaxed
>You pull off your hand and move up the bed a little, Lyra lifting her head to see what you were doing
>Getting a good look at where the ropes lay, you planned out your next move as it would take some finesse
> “What are you doing?”
>You move over to her body and placed your hand under the ropes near her hips and tugged slightly
> “Wait, you’re not-”
“Yes I am”
> “I gotta see this. Don’t hurt me, alright?”
>Nodding to her request you squint in focus and use that analytical brain of yours to find out how to do this
>Failing that, you decide to do the next best thing and just try something and hoped that it worked
>It was your best strategy, and whether that was sad or lucky was something you weren’t sure of

>Pulling at her to test the weak points of the suit, you find that it stuck to her skin somewhat closely
>On top of that, the cloth seemed to catch on her legs and rather ample rear end
“I’m going to let you know ahead that this is just a coincidence”
> “What are you-”
>You move you hand under her body and toss her over your shoulder again and work both hands in the suit
>The zipper cutting into your skin was forgotten by the flurry of movement to remove the clothes from the petite girl
>Deftly, you moved Lyra’s writhing legs though the opening of the suit after a great deal of finagling
>Much to your confusion, the ropes remained on her body but the suit hung free from an opening in it
>Her naked legs before you put you in a trance like state where you simply stared at their beauty
>The legs were lithe yet toned from years of gymnastics, both professional and recreational
>Placing her back down on the bed you reach a hand out and touch her ankles with two cold fingers
>She gasps a little from the sudden and cool touch but shudders a little as you trace the fingers up her thin legs
>You could feel the goosebumps rise on her thighs as you neared her hips and moved your fingers inward
>Shaking your head however, you refocus on your goal of seeing her completely naked
>Rolling on her back again, you see that her face is flush from embarrassment from her current state
>Before continuing, you pause to look over her body, a body you had looked up and down before
>Often after fights or accidents while investigating, Lyra would lay down somewhere and just let the sores hurt
>She said that having you next to her would make the pain go away, but you could tell it wasn’t totally true
>You smile down at her as you had done during the times before and speak up
“You know, you look pretty good”
>She looks up at you and lets out a single small giggle before looking away again with a small smile on her face

>Grabbing at her chest covering, you pull with one swift movement and remove the last bit of suit on her
>Now all that remained was the ropes, which were infinitesimally looser after the suit was removed
>Aside from the ropes, Lyra was completely nude as well as lying down on your bed
>She looked up to you with her head turned to the right, as her body was to the left, with large almost watery eyes
>It was clear that she didn’t know what was going to happen next, anything would seem odd now
>Everything below your head told you to tear into her, to grope and grasp while you thrust and pound
>Something in your brain, a very stupid part, decided that this was no way to treat someone like Lyra
>Instead, you lay down next to her on the bed and put both of your hands behind your head and relax
>For a few moments, you both lay there in silence and stare up at your, admittedly filthy, ceiling together
“...You ready?”
> “Wait”
>And so, both of you did as Lyra began to take several deep breaths next to you and cracked her neck
> “Okay, I think I’ve seen enough videos online, I’m ready”
“Alright”
>You sit back up and move over to where Lyra’s long and bound legs remained in the bent position you left them
>Lifting them up, you actually get to see Lyra’s small yet open pussy from between the ends of her thighs
>Giving it a feeling with your right hand, you notice she was still wet from your earlier exploration
>From the fingering you gave her, you had noticed that she lacked a hymen, despite being a virgin
>This was less likely her lying and far more likely to be a combination of gymnastics and whatever toy she used
>The image of Lyra straddling a giant dildo comes to mind and quickly reminds you of your forgotten erection
>Removing your hand, you replace it with the head of a far more eager body part and begin to prod

> “Just, uh...”
“...Take it slow?”
> “Shut up, I knew to ask that”
>Rolling your eyes, you place your right hand onto her crotch by moving it around her thin legs
>Taking your other hand, you wrap it around the area close to her knee, letting it bend over your naked shoulder
>Fighting a terrible urge to devastate the vulnerable girl, you slowly enter into her pussy and feel her legs twitch
>You take deep breaths as she moans to your slow and steady intrusion inside of her
>As you did this, her vagina would flex and squeeze against your now throbbing erection, feeling every inch go in
>Eventually, you reached a good enough depth in and stopped your advance with an almost invisible pause
>Bending your back, you force your hips back and retract out of her before returning once again to her pussy
>The sound of her juices sliding over your thrusting member seemed to fill the room with each movement
>Then again, so did the sound of the blood rushing through your ears at the same time
>With each pull of your hips, you shot air into your lungs through your nostrils, and breathed out with each push
>Her dainty yet strong legs danced and tapped against your back by her own shaking as well as your thrusting body
>Looking down to her face, small strands of short mint hair clumped together from sweat and hung together
>They shook and bounced on her face which was flush red and held beads of sweat that rolled in minute jerks
>Some beads drew your attention downward and so you shifted your hold on her legs to better view her body
>At some larger bends, small rivers of these beads rolled along the red and sore flesh onto the bedsheets below
>The shaking rattled not only the ropes and skin, but her small, but large for her build, breasts
>As with the whips of hair, they too bounced in a hypnotic way as you pounded her ass and legs

>You shake your head as you realize how hard you hard you brow furrowed and blink your sore eyes
>You’d been ogling Lyra’s body for so long that you seemed to have forgotten to blink
>Slowing down your pace, you rub one of your tired eyes with your left hand’s thumb knuckle
>Even though your pace had slowed down, you still managed to keep a healthy clip of exit and reentry
>The cheap bed creaked and moaned from the shaking in an almost comical parallel to Lyra’s own actions
>You felt a pleasure build up in your stomach and you knew, with slight dread, what was soon to come
>Lyra’s voice too, reached a crescendo as her pussy contracted and squeezed on your thrusting member
>Every part of your animalistic instincts told you to stay inside of her, to fill her with your cum to the brink
>Unfortunately, you were not so drunk as you thought and knew better than to cum inside of the virgin girl
“Lyra, I’m going to cum soon”
>The words struggle out of your oddly strained throat, as if it needed to fight for every ounce of strength
> “M-me too”
“But you just-”
> “I know that I just c-came, j-just shut up, a-alright?!”
>You were surprised to hear Lyra sound so defiant and yet also so very sapped of her normal vigor
>It was as if you had literally fucked away all of her rebellious nature and replaced it with a needy girl
>For these few moments, she was not Lyra, head of the journalism club and your closest friend
>She had become Lyra, the petite little girl with perky tits that was begging for you to take her roughly
>Like some haunting spectre, she had taken the form and cadence of the former’s being, but was not close otherwise
>The animal in you did not care for the loss, knowing Lyra would return
>It knew, in it’s simple way, that this was just a figment of your imagination, a toy for your mind’s pleasure
>Using this as reasoning, your mind lost all qualms against letting your full force be unleashed onto her

>Grabbing her legs tight, you hear her gasp from the grip as you wildly pound against her small frame
>The muscles flex momentarily beneath your grip, before quickly fading into a relaxed state from the tenderizing
>It seemed that now, even her body had submitted itself to your body’s raw passion moving in and out of her
>The teal skin was becoming noticeably darker from the sore areas of your repeated abuse
>Her short hair wildly shook about as her bound body pushed and pulled along the bed sheets, wrinkling them
>Sweat beads that once hung like little ornaments were shook free and clung together as they fled her body
>After a few more seconds of almost blind staring, you squeeze you eyes shut from the sheer determination in you
>In the darkness, all you hear is the sound of your body’s actions and Lyra’s coos of pleasure and excitement
>All other sensations pounded against you like a door which ended an argument
>The smell of the hot flesh of her legs mixed with the smell of her juices which now covered your lower region
>You taste the dusty air of your apartment with your rebel tongue, which you bit into with slightly too much force for comfort
>The last was the largest, the pleasure from below made your head run in circles alone, which it wasn’t
>Calloused hands groped at Lyra’s willing legs with a strong grip as you slammed into her again and again
>Each pulse wracked your head and made you think, for small flashes at least, that you had become drunk somehow
>The rhythm was like the beating of some tribal drum, letting all those who heard know what was happening
>You could care less who knew now, all that mattered in the world was the rhythm and finishing it’s song
>Which was coming soon, as you felt the rising bubble return to your mind again from your stomach
>Suddenly, some last scrap of your sober mind snapped into you and took back possession of your body

>With it’s brief return, it pulled out of her vagina and thrust the now ready member between her restrained legs
>You felt your self squeeze between the toned flesh with relative ease, thanks to the generous lubricant from Lyra
>The fire in your diaphragm bleed out between her legs as you came all over her body with a sudden shot
>A pulse moves along your erection as thick ropes of cum stream out in quick succession to you your final thrust
>Lyra’s legs tapp against your back slightly as she flinches from the sudden and sticky covering lapping against her
>After two ropes fly free, you resume your humping, pounding out every last drop of seed onto her body
>Both of you waited there, panting from the exertion of the primal act you had both committed
>Suddenly, the weariness that had been lost to the fire of your passion rose inside you, making muscles sore
>You groaned out in pain and removed yourself from between Lyra’s still bound legs and fell beside her
>She seemed dazed, gazing up at the ceiling vacantly as clumps of shaken hair fell across her forehead unevenly
>Her eyes were wide, showing off their exquisite golden hue, and made you look downward as she recovered
>Her chest, obviously sore from the lines of red where the ropes had tugged against her, rose and fell with each breath
>The breasts, also red from the groping you had given them, had traces of sweat from where beads had rolled off
>Her nipples, small islands of dark teal, were hard and erect which made you want to reach out and feel them
>You would have too, were it not for the tiring beast that clung to every major muscle in your body
>Looking down further, you see that her legs now rested down at a 90 degree angle towards the end of the bed
>Resting across moist body were the streams of cum that you had just shot out across her nimble frame

>The cum held a sort of primal attraction to you, making you wish to get up and cum on her again and again
>Alas, at least to that part of your head, you were far too tired for a marathon sex session or even just one more
>Instead, you laid there on the bed next to Lyra as she slowly came to her senses after the rather large experience
>Wearily, you lift one hand and place it on her side, feeling the roughness of your hand compress the soft skin
>She moves with a jump and her eyes refocus as she becomes aware that you were still with her
>Looking over to you, her honey gold eyes staring into yours with small drops of water brimming along them
> “Holy shit”
>You laugh at the crudeness of the statement and she laughs as well, but you both never look away
>A small flashback plays in your mind as you remember that first time Lyra was beaten to the ground for you
“What was it that you said when you fought that girl, Gilda I think it was?”
>She chuckles slightly and lets out a reminiscing sigh as she looks back up to the ceiling with more conscious eyes
> “I asked why you were laying down too”
“And I said it was because you looked lonely”
>She let out a few course laughs, her throat obviously shaken from all the moaning and screaming she had done
>You move your hand and grab hers, the hot and moist skin easily folding into the grip of your hand
“Well, you look better now”
> “Yeah, girls often do when they’re naked”
>It was your turn to laugh again and you did so before sitting up with only a few tremors in your muscles
“Now, let’s see to those ropes...”
>You stand up and roll her over as you undo the tight knots where her back was, it was easier with the suit off now
> “Anon?”
“Hmm? What is it?”
> “W-was I...good?”
>You run some fingers down the center of her back, causing her to arch somewhat and coo slightly to the touch
“The best”
> “Anon, one more thing?”
“Sure. What is it?”

>It was late at night, and it was an oddly hot night despite the temperature being low for the current season
>You knew damn well the reason why it was hot though
>This dumb ass skin tight black suit Lyra had bought for you and given to you as a gift
>Looking out of the night vision binoculars, a piece of Soviet era tech that Lyra had somehow acquired, you scanned the area
>There was nothing, just as it had been for quite some time and always was for these pointless missions for Lyra
>You hear a rustling below you and glance down to see a black figure with three bright green eyes peering up at you
>Helping Lyra up to the tree house she had had built by the shop class in return for a nice piece on their projects
>It was rather underhanded, but it was you that had come up with the idea after all so you couldn’t blame Lyra for it
> “Find anything yet?”
“No, no demons or succubi or whatever you think you saw”
> “Hey! I know that I saw that purple girl do something”
“Amazing”
>She huffs and seats herself opposite of you in the tree house with a frown scrunching up her normally pretty face
>Figuring she would need time to cool off, you go back to looking out over the clearly empty street
>Suddenly, you feel a pinch on your rear, pulling at the entirety of the suit’s thin and strong material
> “Bored yet?”
>It suddenly hits you that Lyra, in her infinite wisdom and insight, believed that a treehouse was somewhere you had sex
“Lyra-”
>You stopped as you turned to face as you found that Lyra’s new suit, one with a front zipper, had become undone
>Eyeing her nude form with a slightly conflicted face you return your gaze to her face, holding heavy bedroom eyes
“You’re a cat at heart aren’t you?”
>For once she didn’t snap at you for the comparison, instead giving you a few blinks and a response
> “We can have sex or we can continue our search”
>Weighing the choices in your head, you look down to where her suit revealed a thin strip of mint colored pubic hair
“Fine, but next time, just come to my house”
> “And not wear the suits?”
“Who ever said that?”
>You pull her head in for a kiss as you took the lithe little girl in the cool night air of the tree house

THE END