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Dazzling Vignettes Part 2 (nsfw)

Feb 1st, 2016
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  1. > Be Anon, worn out from a long day at work
  2. > If you could just melt into the couch and never get up, you would be a happy man
  3. > You take long, deep breaths, relaxing, loosening,
  4. > The door to your apartment opens and Sonata comes stumbling in
  5. "Welcome home."
  6. > She groans and flops face down on the couch
  7. > You let her feet fall to your lap with little protest, just a mild,
  8. "Hey."
  9. > Somehow your girlfriend got a job as a hostess at a Mexican restaurant
  10. > Mostly that entails standing around and walking guests to their table
  11. > Considering high heels are part of the dress code...
  12. > You know your duty
  13. > The straps loosen with some gentle persuasion
  14. > Sonata lets out a muffled hum of relief as you ease the shoe off her stockinged foot
  15. > The other shoe follows not long after
  16. > You tug at the thigh highs, savoring the slow reveal of her tender legs
  17. > She wiggles a bit as you bare her feet, the stockings cast aside
  18. > At last, you set to work, your thumbs pressing into the arch of her foot, working out the stress
  19. > Sonata moans into the coach cushion, her toes curling
  20. > You spend an extra minute or two, pressing up and down her foot
  21. > You then shift your focus to her cute little toes
  22. > You roll them gently between your thumb and forefinger, smiling at the little jolts when the stimulation turns ticklish
  23. > You lavish much of the same attention on her other foot, trying your best to ignore your gradual stiffening at her sensuous outbursts of pleasure
  24. > Her calf is dense, but squishes readily in your grip
  25. > You move steadily up her leg, digging your thumbs into her pliant flesh, stopping just short of her buttocks
  26. > You lean into it as you pour gentle force into easing her aching legs
  27. > Sonata turns her head to the side and gives you a lazy smile
  28. > "Best boyfriend."
  29. "Heh, you're welcome. Now for the butt tax."
  30. > You straddle her legs, sliding your hands up her skirt
  31. > Her rear is so deliciously round and plump, you dig your fingers in again and again
  32. > She giggles and shifts her hips under your onslaught
  33. > You give her as a few more squeezes, then a fond pat
  34. > Reenergized, you start working on the tense muscles of her lower back
  35. > She arches a little under your touch, squeaking at the ticklish spots you make sure to hit
  36. > She gives you a pouting look over her shoulder, and you grin at her
  37. "I just had to."
  38. > "Meanie."
  39. > You shift your hands up her back, working on the knots near her shoulder blades
  40. > At once, she falls facedown again and moans in relief
  41. "See? I'm not a meanie at all."
  42. > She just grunts
  43. > This is the hardest part, digging, grinding, circling those stubborn knots
  44. > Not too hard for too long, but firm enough to loosen up some fibers
  45. > You shift to rubbing her narrow little shoulders, marveling at her delicate frame
  46. > As you work, you can feel her legs shift and tense under you, accompanied by her heartfelt groans of happiness
  47. > Your hands slide up the nape of her neck, pressing and working outward
  48. > Sonata lies limp under your ministrations, content and tired
  49. > Truth be told, you are rather worn out yourself
  50. > You wiggle your way first to her side, the sort of lifting her on top of you
  51. > She snarls her hands in your shirt and rests her head under your chin
  52. > "Thank you Anon, for realsies."
  53. "Glad I could help, Boo berry."
  54. > You wrap your arms around her and drift off in to a warm, cozy nap
  55.  
  56. ---------------------------
  57.  
  58. > Be Anon, Emelpian Priest
  59. > You once had another name, but you abandoned it to join the monastic order of Phorchen
  60. > By the vagaries of fate, you have been stationed at the Emelp Monastery, a place of bountiful creation
  61. > You pass by many brothers engaged in writing odes to the various muses
  62. > Others labor diligently upon gathering them up in codex generalis, and still others paint scenes of devotion
  63. > You... have not yet devoted yourself to any one muse as of yet
  64. > The muses are something of a trouble, even as they are the reason for this monastery
  65. > It is not uncommon for priests to devote themselves so fully to one, as to despise the others
  66. > Even this internecine war is overshadowed by the sects of those who worship the pony aspect, and those who worship the muses in other aspects
  67. > You are mostly neutral, there is merit to all aspects of the muses
  68. > However, recent apocrypha has fanned the flames of sectarian war
  69. > You pause in your round walking meditation, and bow to the shrine of Refracted Light Stones
  70. > Your eyes drift over the portraits, a familiar feeling of gentle awe at the beauty and virtue of the muses
  71. > As you resume your pious rounds, you feel as though eyes are upon you, not that you see anyone
  72. > As you near your room, you nod politely to one of your brothers in passing
  73. "Faggot."
  74. > He nods back
  75. > "Faggot."
  76. > You enter your chambers and close the door behind you
  77. > Unease creeps about you as you get ready for sleep
  78. > You stare at the ceiling in darkness for a long time, restless
  79. > A slender, glowing hand enters your vision
  80. > Your breath catches as you realise that you cannot move
  81. > Warm fingers stroke your cheek fondly
  82. > "It's past time for you to find a waifu, Anon, don't you think?"
  83. > That low, velvety voice
  84. > The curly orange hair in your peripheral vision
  85. > Your heart races at the recognition of what is happening
  86. "Muse Adagio, I am unworthy-"
  87. > "Of course you are. But that doesn't matter to me. What does matter..."
  88. > Her face looms over yours, her eyes intent and hungry, her smile predatory
  89. > "Is your devotion. Choose me to be your waifu, and serve me. It is your destiny, your purpose."
  90. > You stare resolutely into her eyes
  91. "By Faust above and Moot below, I am free to choose my waifu, without any coercion."
  92. > Adagio chuckles
  93. > "Oh Anon, I won't coerce you. You shall choose me of your own free will. I'll make quite certain of that."
  94. > Delicate fingers trace wandering designs down your chest, growing more elaborate as she nears your waist
  95. > You find yourself breathing faster as she slips her hand under the hem of your pajama pants
  96. > Soft fingers curl around your erection, gently squeezing it
  97. > As she shifts above you, her curled tresses spill over her shoulder, lightly grazing your bare chest
  98. > Adagio smirks at your flustered face
  99. > "So what do you say?"
  100. > Her hand pumps your dick slowly
  101. > She leans in closely, her breath warm on your face
  102. > "Am I your waifu yet?"
  103. > She strocks your cock faster and faster
  104. > "Well?"
  105. > You hold your breath, on the edge of climax
  106. > She senses it too, and stops, your throbbing erection in her motionless hand
  107. > Even through the haze of arousal, you know what you must say
  108. "B-by Faust above, and Moot-"
  109. > She makes a noise of disgust and releases your dick
  110. > Adagio stands up
  111. > "This is not over, Anon."
  112. > Once her presence leaves, you can move again
  113. > With quick, guilty movements, you deal with your erection in the customary way, the spent tissue dropping into a trash can set aside for this purpose
  114. > Sleep claims you quickly, despite the conflicted feelings coursing through your heart
  115.  
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  117. > Be Anon, currently losing
  118. > You draw a card, topdecking a wog
  119. > Finally
  120. "Cards in hand?"
  121. > Aria smirks
  122. > "Two."
  123. > And she's tapped out
  124. > You have next to no board presence, almost everything stolen by Guile
  125. > You tap four plains and cast Wrath of God
  126. > Fitting
  127. "Your reign of terror is ended, you controlling bitch!"
  128. > She just smirks
  129. > Oh god no
  130. > "You have activated my trap card."
  131. "You have got to be kidding me."
  132. > Aria tosses out a Pact of Negation
  133. > "My reign of terror is just beginning, Anon."
  134. > You sigh
  135. "I fold. Seriously, Island is overpowered."
  136. > She laughs
  137. > "You're just so cute when you're frustrated! Come here, let me make it all better."
  138. > You cross your arms resolutely, scowling
  139. "Honestly, this isn't fun. I am sick and tired of losing to your money wins decks!"
  140. > Aria's smile widens
  141. > "Are you saying you want me to purposefully make weak decks?"
  142. > ...
  143. > You know how frustrating it is to play against an opponent who isn't trying to win
  144. > Girls who didn't really want to play the game, just share an interest
  145. > After a long pause, you close your eyes
  146. "No, not really."
  147. > You hear her stand up, her presence drawing closer
  148. > A warm, soft weight settles on your lap
  149. > You open your eyes to a lap full of girlfriend
  150. > Aria rests her arms on your shoulders, a soft smile on her face
  151. > "And that's why I like you."
  152. > She kisses your forehead, and you feel the last bit of resistance within you crumble
  153. > You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your head resting on her soft breast
  154. > She hugs you back, stroking your hair
  155. > You spend a few minutes like that, stress leaving your body
  156. > Finally, you set aside your pride
  157. "How about you help me build my next deck?"
  158. > She grinds her hips in your lap
  159. > "I thought you would never ask."
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