/lolg/ Pentakill Sona

You've never been more excited in your life. You had entered this contest on a whim, and forgotten about it right away. After all, what were the chances of you being picked? Even if Pentakill was your favourite band, and Sona your favourite band member, the probability of winning the chance to meet her was pretty slim. And yet, here you were, outside her dressing room after the concert, clutching the biggest bouquet the store had.

"Is that for me?"
You whirl around, and there she is. Still wearing her stage costume, she looks as beautiful as ever. Her crimson-dyed hair extends just below her bare shoulders, framing her perfect face and piercing red eyes. You can't help but notice how her boobs are clearly too large for her tight black dress, straining the fabric to its limit.

"Y-yeah," you manage to stammer before Sona surrounds you in a warm hug. Her ample breasts press against your chest, allowing you to appreciate just how big they are. You feel yourself tighten down below.

After what feels like forever, she lets go.
"That's very sweet of you," she giggles. "What's your name?"
"Uh, anon. I-it's nothing, really."
"If you say so, anon." She points to the dressing room door. "Why don't I show you around?"


Sona's dressing room is more like a small appartment. A lot of the design choices were clearly done by Sona herself; you notice various music themed furniture spread across the kitchen and living areas.
"Are you hungry?" she asks, taking a jar of Karthus head cookies from the kitchen counter.
"Not-" you start, but Sona presses herself up against you once again, directing your hands to her wide hips.
"Please," she whispers into your ear. "I made them myself."
"I guess it can't hurt," you mumble, taking a couple.


"Soooo," she says, taking your hand. "All that's left to see is the bedroom!"
"Actually, I don't know if I should..."
Sona doesn't bother shutting you up this time, instead running towards her room, yanking you along.
"Ta-da!" she says, gesturing to her bed.
"Um, it's a very nice bed."
"Why don't you try it out? It's made really soft, Ionian fabric and all that."
You sit down hesitantly before slowly laying your head down to the mattress.
You're lying down for barely a second before Sona pounces on you, pinning your wrists down and meeting your mouth with hers. You try to struggle but you're overcome by a sudden feeling of weakness. You regretfully remember the cookies that she had insisted you eat.

Your sluggishness gives Sona the perfect opportunity to tear of your clothes, revealing your throbbing dick. She smiles. "So you are enjoying this." You'd say something back, but you can barely move your lips, let alone formulate words. Satisfied with your disabled state, Sona backs off a little, eyes now fixated on your crotch.

Lowering her head, Sona takes your cock into her mouth, first the tip, and then the whole thing. She thirstily works your member up and down, leaving lipstick stains as her mouth tightens around you. Her tongue plays with your head and slit, making you shiver with pleasure. She looks up at you, taking your pleasured expression as a sign to go faster. Her pumping grows more intense, her head bouncing up and down, until, right when you're on your edge, she takes her head off triumphantly sticking her precum covered tongue out at you.
"I think it's time we time we go a little farther, don't you?"
"Aawah," you manage to moan.

Slipping out of her dress, Sona looks even hotter than before. Her massive tits bounce around freely on her chest, and her round ass looks even bigger.
She gets back onto the bed, straddling your crotch, your dick just barely touching her slit. You try your best to jerk yourself forward, but to no avail. Sona notices your squirming and laughs.
"Oh, you're so cute," she coos, kissing you all over. "I'll give you what you want, don't you worry." And with that, she takes you in, her warmth overtaking you with pleasure. Her tits bounce in your face as she works you with her hips. You take one breast into your mouth, causing her to shake and moan in delight. "More," she pants as you lick her, grateful that at least your tongue still works.

She takes your hands and places them on her ass, letting you guide her along your length. You begin pushing into each other, each stroke growing in intensity. "Harder," she moans, now smothering you completely with her breasts. You comply, ramming into her with as much strength as you have. Her moaning grows louder and more frequent until she's practically screaming your name.

"I-i'm at my limit," she pants, and you feel that you are too. Your mouths meet again as you take one last stroke before cumming, your seed filling her as she moans into your mouth, trembling from her own climax. With both of you spent, you lay on top of each other, kissing softly, for quite a while.

"Well, that was fun," Sona giggles. "Wanna do it again?"
"Sure," you whisper, kissing her neck.
"Alright then, let's just get you another cookie, shall we?"