aradia/aradia roughsex

Fucking oneself was a rather fickle ordeal, Aradia had discovered. She wasn't sure where the idea had originated, if it were a branched thought from an offshoot timeline passed to her by an alternate self or a stable time loop with no defined source, but through means unknown to her she had become enamoured with the seemingly-routine abuse of her temporal mastery.

It always started the same way; she would recieve a trollian message from herself in the far future, likely after the end of the Game, perhaps tying up loose ends. The message would distract her, lead her away from the others, and when she had reached her unknown destination she would be waiting for herself, the future version of the Maid wasting no time in forcing herself onto...well, herself. It was always a forceful affair, hair being pulled and bodies being slammed against steel walls, but each and every time she adored it; of course, this was to be expected, as she inevitably dealt out the same dominance to herself later in the timeline. The first sexual encounter with a second Aradia had been a complete surprise; by the fourth, her loins tingled with excitement the moment she saw the maroon indicator on her chat window.

There was a loud clattering of dusty, worn-out equipment as Aradia slammed her past self down, bending her over the metal table and captchaloging both sets of radiant crimson clothes. She remembered how it had felt, the freezing surface of the desk on her bare skin, and the anticipation mixing with terror as clawed fingers grasped at her tender rear.

With a predatory grin, she reached down, fulfilling the premeditated outcome, squeezing the bountiful, pale flesh in her hand. Her index finger slipped forward, inching closer to past-Aradia's waste chute, and the ever-so-slightly-younger of the two gave a high-pitched cry as carefully-filed nails ghosted over the sensitive flesh between smooth buttocks.

"N-No, nngh...Don't...!" She never got the chance to finish as Aradia slowly slid her thumb into the tender ass of her counterpart, delighting in the squeals and squirming that resulted. Despite the gasped pleads, she knew just how much the exposed troll beneath her was enjoying it; after all, she had been her scant hours before.

With her thumb now fully inserted, Aradia slid her fingers lower, between slender thighs and lowered panties, and was met with an incredible wetness; the touch sent a shiver throughout the other Aradia's body, and she could remember the sensation of the fingers brushing her soft pubis. Even though clear memory of the events that were about to unfold lessened the impact, she also knew exactly what to do and where to touch to drive her past self into a frenzied lust.

Leaning forward and pressing her own bare crotch against her 'victim's' lower back, she slid her hand out, and was rewarded with gasping and keening. She wasted no time drinking in the sound, however, and wrapped both of her hands around her other self's hips, one hand reaching down to rub the soaked pussy below and the other gripping one small but holdable breast, squeezing and pinching the same way her future self had, pinning the now-thrashing girl below her with her body and gritting her teeth as she felt her own snatch tense.

"Nnnoh God, oh God, donnngghhh...!" she cried, slowly losing herself to the immense pressure, "P-Please, nn...nooo!!"

Aradia knew she wasn't to give herself any mercy, instead coming down hard, breasts pressing against the other's backbone and using her wings to keep herself in the air. A small trickle of dull red pooled in her palm as her claws tightened their grip on the vestigial nutriment sack, and as she pushed one finger into the quivering nook, it's owner gave a guttural cry and one last jerking flail before her head fell to the surface of the table, panting heavily. The sudden surge of sticky fluid washing over her fingers wasn't Aradia's goal, however.

In her mind's eye, she remembered just what had happened. How the Aradia atop her had slipped a second, and then a third finger into her aching, sensitive slit. How she had cried and screamed and swore, from the tops of her lungs to the depths of her soul, and how her pleads had gone unanswered, other future copies of herself no doubt leading the other trolls farther away from her. How her second and final orgasm that night had sent tremors and quakes through her body, pain and pleasure and tears and sweat mixing into a white blaze of blind agonising heat. Each memory was vivid in Aradia's mind, and as she ruthlessly drove her past self to climax, she felt her own mind melt under the heat of the moment, legs clenching and seed dribbling from her nethers over the now-silent expanse of grey skin before her.

Some time later - perhaps seconds, perhaps minutes - Aradia slid her thoroughly red-soaked fingers out, the motion barely rousing a shiver from the spent troll haphazardly splayed across the table. The sight was pitiful, a powerful God Tier being dragged down and broken to nothingness, but she could clearly remember how, in the hours following her self-procreation, she had fantasized again and again about the ordeal. She knew that for every scream of pain, three more screams of pleasure had sounded in her mind.

Silently, she stepped back, ejecting her other self's attire, before flittering backwards on fragile wings and focusing. As she felt strands of her consciousness transfer forward in time, to her original place, all she could think about was when the next brick-red trollian message would come, and when she would again be on the receiving end.