Honkai Star Rail ("Some Say Prayers, I Say Mine)

Serval's brought her wild afterparties with her onto the Astral Express, including a lot of random guys and a lot of bags full of questionable substances. March 7th and Stelle don't approve, at least until curiosity begins to get the better of them.

Some Say Prayers, I Say Mine

Stelle did her best to cling close to March 7th. She was just a bit startled by the nature of the party, by the number of people crammed into the Express and how casually the alcohol flowed. It was something she didn't quite know how to handle. She wanted to keep her distance, clinging to March 7th, who was in turn clearly not the most comfortable around a party situation herself.

"Where is Serval?" March 7th asked. 'She's not even here now." That was a confusing wrench thrown into all of this; Serval was the one who wanted this afterparty! She had invited a whole bunch pf people onto the Astral Express after a show, insisting that she wasn't going to play a show without an afterparty. Now, there were people and drinks everywhere, and a whole lot of strange men around. It helped pull March 7th and Stelle in closer to one another, keeping steady company to one another away from concerns about what was happening or hwy. It was all they really could do; the hopeful chance for them to stick with one another and avoid running afoul of any deeper concerns.

But Serval was nowhere to be found, surely somewhere in this party, but off doing something. She hadn't fully left the party, had she? Just pulled a bunch of people onto the train and then left it? That would have been insane. Stelle certainly hoped not, but the need to find Serval overwhelmed any real higher concern for what was happening around them, inspired on by the urgency to figure this out and get to the bottom of something that made her deeply concerned about all of this. She really didn't want to find out that she was nowhere around, and maybe finding Serval would give some peace of mind to Stelle. It certainly couldn't hurt, right? So she dragged March 7th with her around to try and get answers to where their new teammate had gone, hoping that answers to that question might help everything feel a little more sane. It wasn't much, but it felt like the only worthwhile hope now for Stelle.

"I'm sure she's having fun somewhere," March 7th said, a little distant and uncaring, but not dismissive. "We can look for her, sure, but she wouldn't leave her own party. She's around here."

"Yeah, I just want to find her to know for sure," Stelle said. She did ultimately side with March 7th; Serval was surely around here somewhere. It was just frustrating to not know where and to be caught off with such an indecisive frustration around it all; she hoped that having an answer would help soothe her down. "Once I know where she is, I can get relaxed and enjoy the party more."

But Stelle didn't know if that was true. The party was pretty intense, and the bags of white powder being so freely handed around left her nervous. Even if she didn't know what it was, she could tell it was some kind of a drug, and that gave her plenty of reasons to be nervous about this. Drug use just out in the open was something Stelle wasn't sure how to feel, and trying to articulate those discomforts did little to help her sort out her thoughts. her head was awash in too many ideas she didn't really know how to express her opinions of, but she felt herself dragged into the compelling need to figure them out anywhere, whether she wanted to or not.

What neither girl was prepared for was any sort of truth about where Serval was or what she was up to. They broke away from the main party, rounding a corner and still chatting idly among themselves, trying to focus on things that weren't just obsessing over Serval's absence, even though for Stelle it was all she could keep her mind on. But both of them were thrown by the surprise they turned around to find, coming around the corner to see Serval tossing aside a little baggie of the white powder that

was all over the party. The powder was instead all over the lengthy cock of a man standing before her with his pants down while a kneeling Serval brought her nose upon the cock and began to snort a line of coke off of him.

Serval's head drew back in a long, dramatic gesture, drawing away to happily snort the coke right off of him, her thoughts melting out of her head as she embraced the hazy joy of running along it, snorting the coke right off of the guy's big dick. The head rush was immediate, sweeping across her with an intense, dizzying desire to want to lose herself. Her head drew back, and she moaned out in sweet, sweeping ecstasy, giving herself up to this and giving in to the satisfaction of a blunt, intense pleasure she couldn't resist. "So good," she moaned, her eyes going wide and her face scrunching up before she shoved abruptly forward and jammed the dick right down her throat, pushing forward until her nose was flush against the man's pelvis and she was audibly choking on his cock.

The outrageous sight gripped March 7th and Stelle in stunned silence. They watched Serval slide her nose along the cock, snorting up the coke along the way, and then making the cock vanish just as fast as the coke did. Neither had words for what they witnessed, stunned by the outrageousness of this sight, by the shock that came from seeing her throw herself right into the throes of chaos and indulgence, the ecstatic heat that didn't make a whole lot of sense, but which was all they could look at now. It was appalling. Shocking. It was more than they could look away from, and it was driving them mad with awe now, something that pulled them in deeper, kept them fascinated well beyond what was sane or reasonable, well into the throes of fixation.

Fixation not unlike the way Serval threw herself gleefully down the cock in front of her, slurping and slobbering all over the fat dick, she'd just done a rail off of, bobbing her head wildly back and forth in steady appreciation of feelings she wanted only more of. Her head worked quickly along these pleasures. It was an all-consuming burst of heat, of feverish lusts carrying her head back and forth with outrageous need, burning with the hunger that could drive a girl mad. Serval wanted this so badly, and she was eager to delve in to these desires. Serval was prepared to give up fully, melting in hotter, obsessive and hungry and ready to give in to this, melting happily into this desire, knowing she had the confidence and pressure to keep pushing with.

Serval got sloppy as could be, pushing on rougher, messier, delving into this pleasure with an utterly reckless passion to give in to fully. The heat carried her to want more and more of the pleasures upon her, and with her head bucking back and forth, she felt ready to give in to these pleasures, the burning, insistent ecstasy to keep indulging in. She was happy to embrace this, pleasures that had her wanting to give in fully, a chance to surrender to all of this. Erratic motions with her body back and forth kept up wicked satisfactions, the chaos and the excitements she was so ready to take. Serval understood only the need to lose herself, giving in hotter, delving in to this heat and finding that she felt better and better by the second under all this pressure. It was all so good, the pleasures to keep sinking into, the feeding bliss of losing herself and of wanting to give in fully.

Tugging nervously at March 7th's sleeve, Stelle didn't know what to do, but March 7th wasn't any more certain of this. Both girls were completely stunned by what was playing out in front of them, the fascinating strangeness and the worries of deeper uncertainty. This was all stunning, the frustrations sweeping across them, keeping up a chaos and a pressure so insistent and so weird. Both girls watched, uncertain about how to respond or what to say. They were so confused by this, and it left them uncertain and distant, uncertain and embarrassed by the stranger heats to be taken by. Stelle's thighs pressed together, and March 7th bit her lip in uncertain arousal, both of them deeply unsure about what to think or say but finding themselves compelled only deeper.

Drool ran down her chin amid Serval's sloppy cocksucking, drawing back a moment only so she could gasp, "Got more for me?" before she slammed back down. The messy, "Gluk gluk gluk," she offered was the push into purer heat. She was ready to embrace pleasures and hungers, the heat to keep chasing, pleasures that kept up messy pleasure. Drawing back again, she moaned, "After I make you cum, I'll let you do a line off of my ass, alright?" She slammed back down again, gagging on his dick once more. The dizzying back and forth of chaos and passion carried her to keep needing this, the messy ferocity and chaos of delving in hotter, pleasures to keep chasing rougher on through, the excitement she was open hotter in to. This was a wicked lust and a passion she wanted more and more of.

Giving messy, extremely skilled head was all that Serval wanted to do, and she worked at it harder, the pleasures to keep chasing these desires, the excitement she wanted more of, needing it fully and losing herself to all of this, giving up fully, committing herself to his pleasure. Serval knew how to blow a man's mound, especially when the coke was fresh, and she worked to tend to it, pushing for these pleasures to embrace these satisfactions until finally she yanked back with a wild gasp, her eyes going cross and the pleasure shivering across her fully, throbbing heat to keep chasing and giving in to. She knew she could keep pushing, keep indulging in this, and she didn't let it slow hr down, keeping up the lustful sloppiness, loving this harder, melting into sweet satisfaction as she succumbed to her hungers.

When he came, she yanked back and moaned out happily, letting him erupt with cum all over her face, taking on the splatter and the stickiness, loving every second of giving up to these overdramatic and overbearing needs. Serval drew back from his cock with a smile and a slow grind of her body rocking back and forth. She took his cock in hand and slapped it down across her face, letting her own spit smear along her cheeks as she stared up at him with the deranged gaze of someone happily coked up and wanting to go deeper. "Feel good?" she asked, nose twitching. "Wanna gimme a bump before you do some coke off my ass?"

Finally, March 7th pulled Stelle away. "We can just pretend we didn't see that!" She gasped. "We--we have our answer now, right? We found her. We don't need to talk about it again." March 7th's voice was shivering, shameful, the worry of pressure and frustration she was trapped in. The churn of embarrassment and chaos left her uncertain about how to handle all of this, her voice failing her and her thoughts struggling to fully grasp what she was doing. "We can move on!"

"We can move on," Stelle said. She felt a little flat. She had her answer, and it left her much less flustered, finding that she was a bit more distant thanks. March 7th's distance was the bigger pull, making her feel like she definitely wasn't about to go following after her friend into any of this. So she kept steady. She pushed it all away. "I can enjoy the party now. We don't need to think about it again."

"Yeah, no more! No more. No more thinking about it," March 7th said. "I wouldn't have sex with a stranger at a party, anyway. I think you should be in love if you have sex, so I'm going to be normal and not worry about that. It's okay." She stepped over to the table for a drink, overlooking the cocaine that people were doing beside her. She poured herself a big drink, commenting as she went, "With a stranger! It's crazy, right? It's really crazy."

"If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to talk about it," Stelle said, too deep in her thoughts and frustrations to think much of this.

"Yeah, no more talking about it," March 7th said, drinking down the stinging, harsh, potent alcohol. It

was wrong, but that strength was maybe what she needed, letting her take some of the pressure off and alleviate some of her frustrations. "Doing drugs with a stranger. For sex!"

Stelle heaved a hot sigh. This seemed like it was going to keep going. So she poured herself a drink,

too.

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March 7th kept teeming with embarrassed, frustrated, aimless confusion on through the night and through the party. But she kept lingering back toward where the had found Serval, kept wondering about going back and checking on her. Just to see it. Just to feel a bit more of that disgust again, maybe. That's what this was. Disgust. Disgust at what she was doing, at the ways that Serval was acting amid all of the commotion and frustration upon her, aggressions pulsating with outrageous heat, demanding so much more from her with each passing second. She felt so many complicated feelings and all of them were simply more than she was made to handle.

As she peeked around the corner again, March 7th found Several where she was before, but now with a whole lot more guys around. Serval wore nothing now, leaned back on the lap of one man while bounced up against the cock of another, taken in both her holes and writhing in joy through every second of it. It was way too much, and she felt all the wear of chaos and pressure pushing her to an outrageous, confused place, a state of delirium clogging up her thoughts and making her need only to throw herself into the deep end. it was too much. All of it. She was gone, moaning in hopeless, writhing bliss, melting into the pleasure and wanting only to fully succumb, surrendering herself utterly to this and finding that she was lost to all of it, melting into obsession and delirium, accepting the decadence that ripped across her, made her feel completely unable to articulate the feelings all swirling through her mind, but she understood it now to be everything she could have wanted.

The cock ramming into her mouth kept her muffled and sloppy, moaning all over it while she slurped, while she drooled. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were completely shot, gone and dizzy in the face of throbbing delight, a need to continue to serve and lose herself. Serval found herself lost to the sweet satisfaction of just completely giving in, calling 'fuck it' on stability and letting her dignity melt out of her. She wanted only to keep going, chasing deeper into ecstasy, cloying hunger making her head throb and making everything feel like something too grand now to possibly resist. Serval loved every second of it, refusing to slow down amid the wild use of her body. She was coked out of her mind and running on the intense, shaky high of letting go, giving herself up utterly to pleasures and indulgences so steeped in euphoria and chaos that it stopped making sense to her now, and only bliss remained.

March 7th watched, breath tight as she peered over the corner, rubbing steadily at her slick mound,

feeling the desire and the delirium pull her in deep, feeling the insistence melt at her worries and her

stability. It was outrageous and should have been upsetting. Such blatant sluttery right under their

nose, an insane way to join the Astral Express and bring her secret, trashy, party girl tendencies to

the train. But it was oddly captivating; March 7th couldn't deny the way it kept her gaze tight, the ways

it made her stare and rub herself, melting into the gooey euphoria of just wanting to let it take her. It

felt nice to stop thinking, and her touch upon her slick pussy made her wetter, made her wonder what

was going on.

Serval took on these cocks like a pro, ruthlessly invested in throwing herself into this mess. She looked like a pro handling all of it, thrashing about greedier, melting into pleasure and want. Coked out of her mind and happily taking all the cocks she could muster, the pleasures were outrageous. It pushed Serval to need more, relentlessly throwing herself into the deep end, throbbing through the

most reckless and spectacular of desires, unable to escape the warming desire and the aching delight that kept her buried under these heats. It was desire in its purest form, carrying her to lose her mind and to love every second of giving up. Serval was a storm of greed, happily taking the cocks on from every direction, throwing herself into obsessive surrender, plunging in and letting her hungers carry her as far as she could take it. This was all a little bit too much, throbbing excess and chaos keeping her head hazy and the fog of pure desire carrying her to need more.

Coke and cock were what she needed most after a show. Serval loved how hot and excited she got, and she loved even more how recklessly she could commit to pure pleasure, indulging in the chance to chase these pleasures down, refusing to slow the pace of madder lusts, the desire of giving in that made her want to lose her fucking mind. It felt too good, setting her up perfectly, and in the back of Serval's mind, there was a nagging, pushing, twisting insistence that told her to want this. To crave it. The pulse of dizzy lust made her feel a lot of complicated things and all of them were inviting her to want to give in, losing herself to the pulse of an ecstasy that made everything feel right. She burned hotly, throwing all sense away for the sake of dizzier indulgence, for the satisfaction throbbing across her body.

It was just what she needed, pleasures she couldn't resist, ideas she wanted only to give in to fully. It made everything hotter, clumsier, too dizzy for her to know how to process, but she knew she needed to. It was all that Serval could think about while her body heaved madly about back and forth, throbbing under the dizzying delight she gave in to, lost to lust and chasing into deeper frenzy. She knew what she was about, and she knew these cocks were the best way to give in to the pleasure, riding out obsessive sweeps of dizzying heat, the passion she couldn't get enough of, and she felt herself slipping into irresistible satisfaction, the pleasure she needed more of with each passing second.

Serval continued her indulgence, throwing her body into overdrive in hazy back and forth g lees, pursuing only the hotter joy of giving up. Lust burned across her fully, and she felt herself sliding into hotter euphoria through all of it, even as her coke high began to fade a little. She needed a bump, but she couldn't possibly pull back from these cocks until they were done with her. This was too much. Too good. It all burned across her, and Serval felt herself collapsing in the name of sweet, sloppy surrender. She loved it. She ached for it. She gave up fully to a committed, throbbing spiral down into need and lust that didn't make much sense to her now, but which was all she could think about.

March 7th remained so enthralled, so dizzy. She watched in awe and confusion at the ways these pleasures all twisted around, the mania and desperation of giving in so completely, finding that she couldn't resist any of these joys. Lust ripped across her, and she fell into the throes of a hunger and a twisting, fascinated bliss so steep now that she stopped processing rational thought. She loved what she saw, and as she rubbed herself, she felt the desire take her deeper. Serval was so happy on those drugs, with those cocks. It was a little infectious. How could she not be enthralled and excited by it? A surge of hungry, dizzy lust burned up through her, and March 7th was oddly happy to let it get to her, let it wear her down completely. She needed to accept it, whatever it was, as a way to find pleasure she craved.

When she came, Serval made a grand fucking show of it. her body twisted around in thrashing, obsessive bliss, giving in with greedy, sloppy joys to the smouldering ruins of her hunger all taking her by storm. She melted into this, loving every second of letting go, loving the chance to slide into obsession as she gave in so completely. It felt amazing, even better thanks to the wicked surge of excitement and shivering passion building up inside of her. The surge of throbbing lust and burning want made her feel so good, made her whole body shiver through pure satisfaction, and Serval

needed to give in to all of it, needed to let her thoughts sink her into sweet surrender now.

The cock in her mouth drew back, and the man slapped her across the face with it a few times before taking it in hand. "You know what you gotta do, slut."

"Fuck," moaned Serval, her mouth opening and her head tilting back to stare up at him. "Let me get a line first, okay?" She reached into a small baggie of cocaine by her side and hooked some up with a fingernail, scooping it to bring to her nose and snorting it up. She let loose some hungry noises, her hips bucking between the cocks buried inside of her. She let it settle in before throwing her head back, a wicked smile creeping across her face. "Okay, I'm ready, let it loose."

March 7th had no idea what was going on as the cock hung over her face, but she watched, gripping her thigh, twisting in weird, hazy shame. She felt so hungry, felt the passions guide her into deeper intrigue, wondering how to handle these pleasures and how to want to give in to this. It all happened so dramatically.

Then, the man pissed onto Serval's face.

Having to clasp a hand over her mouth just to keep quiet, March 7th could barely believe what she was looking at. The utter weirdness of these strange panics, the fascination she was utterly uncertain about how to deal with. She watched in awe at the golden stream rushed right onto Serval's face and into her open mouth, grand a grand mess of her, letting loose his stream with an outrageous, eager greed, the sheer wrongness of what seemed now completely detached from sense. This was too much, the beautifully wicked and senseless rush of pleasures and sensations so wrong and so reckless that it stopped seeming real now.

Several was happy to shake her head and gargle the piss, moaning her way through gulping down huge mouthfuls of it as she got taken. Her body heaved in outrageous joy, the delight of being the filthiest slut she possibly could, craving these satisfactions and craving the delirium to keep embracing, giving in to these hungers. Serval needed it so badly, craving, writhing, giving in to the back and forth commotion of bucking about with pride through these shaky joys. Coked out of her mind, a sloppy gangbang slut riding the high of anything she could get, she let this man piss in her mouth, and she loved every second of it.

March 7th could never! But as she watched, all of the gooey frustrations bubbling up inside of her begged for something a little bit spicy, the outrageous churn of a hunger making her feel dizzier, hotter, so confused by the weight of pleasure sweeping across her. She wasn't quite curious about letting guys piss in her mouth. That seemed gross. But the way all inhibitions melted away just with a quick snort and the offer of some cock was oddly compelling. March 7th liked the idea of losing control and letting go. Maybe a bit too much.

With a few pushes forward, the man continued to let his bladder empty all over Serval's face, a mess of hot piss splattering onto the rocker, making her twist in moaning joy while she took on such a shameless and sloppily slutty obsession, and it was all completely devoid of reason, the wrongness and the bliss of giving up fully. Serval relished in the wrongness, in the depravity, and in the joy of being used like a urinal by this man, and as his stream died down, she leaned up and got her mouth wrapped around his cock again, slurping him down in continued reverence and obedience, ever-ready to continue surrendering to a sharp loss of control and to her most filthy of desires.

Finally finding the steadiness in her feet to wrench herself away, March 7th drew back from all of this,

her thoughts spinning from the insistence and the chaos of just wanting to give in so hard. March 7th ran off, unsure where she was going or what she would find, but she felt her thoughts all undermined by the dizzying throb of something making her want to explore it. She wasn't sure she knew how to handle all of this, but she wanted it. She wanted it so badly, and she felt that urgency carry her to rush off, wanting to give in to the dramatic heat sweeping across her, pleasures and wants that she had to embrace and accept utterly. It was so much to give in to, probably too much, but welcomed the urgency of giving in to fucking all of this, allowing sloppiness and obsession to tear her apart.

There was enough alcohol of some nondescript origin inside of March 7th that her inhibitions kind of melted away. As she stepped back into the main body of the party, she did notice a few other people going at it. Hands up clothes. Kisses. Groping. The party was a mess, but it was slowly inching toward something sexual, toward tings that had March 7th a bit too overwhelmed to think straight, giving in to the stranger pleasures and temptations. There was no escape from this pleasure, from a throbbing certainty ready to rip her completely asunder.

Before she knew what she was doing, March 7th was seizing a little bag off of the table and setting it down, looking over to a man who was lining up his own rail and nervously trying to follow after what he was doing. This was getting away from her, the complete collapse of reason and control, the sweep of pleasure now much too senseless and decadent to make sense of. It made her feel so good, made her thoughts twist in sweet decadence and writhing heat. She felt so good, felt so ready, and all it took was this moment to completely lose herself.

The man she studied took notice of her sloppily trying to push the coke around with her bare fingers, and as he finished his line, he took notice then of how cute she was. He pulled up from the table with a groan and a heave of his breath. "No, no, here, let me help you," he said. His voice moved a little too quickly. He pushed forward, reaching for March 7th and helping her out. He started to cut her line for her properly. "First time doing coke?'

"Yeah," said March 7th, a nervous swell hitting her voice. "Yeah, it is, sorry."

"No, that's okay, let me help you." He set her line using a thin card from his pocket. "Happy to help a cute girl." The hand not setting her coke out for her properly was hard at work slipping up her skirt, teasing along her thigh.

March 7th stiffened up considerably at the feeling of his hand, but she leaned forward nonetheless, following his guidance on how to lean forward and snort the line off of the table. His lap pressed up against her ass, and she could feel the swell of his growing erection against her. His hand slipped up higher to fondle her through her panties while she worked her nose along the table. She shook through this, the shudder of wicked, throbbing excitement, a decadent fever she felt powerless to ignore. She snorted the powder, startled by the radiating excitement through her. Energy. Tingly sensation. Her head spin and she felt the dizzying weight of these obsessive lusts, the pleasures she was happy to give in hotter to, the pleasures to succumb to messier, finding that she was ready to give in fully to it now.

Once she came up from it, her nose twitching, the man grabbed hold of her, pulling March 7th by the wrist over. "Come here now," he said, and before March 7th knew what was happening, she was up against a wall with a hand up her skirt and lips at hers. It was probably her first kiss, and lost it to a man she didn't know while she reeled from her first hit of coke. Her erratic response into the kiss was clumsy and confused, but it helped center her focus into the deranged, dizzying obsession of pleasures she knew only the desire to give completely in to.

She let him do it. She let the pleasure overwhelm her, let her morals slip away in the name of just exploring into deeper pleasure. He got her panties up and his cock sank into her, but she was so out of it that March 7th didn't even notice at first that her virginity was taken. She was out of her own head, her thoughts hazy and her body melting into the sensation. She felt her nerves light up, electrified with each touch, and as he pushed her up tighter against the wall and her feet left the floor, March 7th found herself dizzily giving in to the heat, eyes rolling back and her twitchy body growing ready to accept the pleasure in full.

Powerful, insistent strokes started in on her. March 7th wanted it so badly, giving in to the dramatic flare of heat and lust that got the better of her, and she didn't care about holding herself to any kind of standard or stability. "Wow! Sex is really amazing, actually!" she gasped. She'd never realized how good it could feel, unaware of the joys now surging across her body, the sweet slide into dizziness and surrender she felt ready to lose everything to. March 7th couldn't believe what hit her, the sweep of wild, wicked delight that bit into her thoughts and cut her through her. She felt so good, melting in against these pleasures, finding herself unable to fight the throbbing excitement ripping across her.

Every stroke made her feel dizzy, made her head spin with an outrageous, sweeping delight, desires keeping her trapped here, lost to a sense of obedience and hunger, too fiery and too sloppy to make sense of. March 7th was simply trapped up against the wall, melting into babbling ecstasy, feeling the cock pound into her, fucking her morals out of her. Her inhibitions were all loosened up, and now she saw exactly why waiting to have sex 'for love' was boring. She'd gone from a nervous, judgy mess to coked up and deflowered in an instant, and she felt ready to give in to all of it. She melted against his touch, bucking forward, pressing against him with all she had in a delirious fit of want.

Clumsy, fierce strokes pounded into her, driven by an overwhelmed sense of desire, the need to give in to this, falling into hotter excitement, needing this on levels that fell further and further away from reason by the second. This was too much, and March 7th happily clung to him, nose twitching, body surging with pride and excitement through everything that hit her. It was a lot, and its excess promised her so much, made her surrender to the obsession and the joy of just giving in to his touch, letting the deep strokes thrill her and overwhelm her, letting her thoughts melt into gooey surrender now. March 7th wanted this, and she wanted it on a level where this all stopped making sense in all the best of ways.

"Harder. De-deeper, please. I love it so much, I need more." Her body bucked forward, writhing against the persistent thrusts and the excitement cutting down to her core. She felt awash in need so steep that she had no idea how to resist it, and she knew that the warmth upon her was all that really mattered, a chance to succumb to the pleasure without sense, unhesitating in her lust and so ready to give in to all that took her now. There was no thing but sweet surrender, the oblivion of giving in. Letting the drug course through her veins, letting her thoughts and her needs escalate, letting her libido rule her. It was just what she needed, and the chance to give in to all of it was simply too good to resist, pleasures she wanted to giver in to fully. The throbbing heat and passion kept her craving these desires, pleasure and want she felt ready to give in to fully, a desperation she was prepared to give in to fully.

March 7th gave in to this all fully, embracing the satisfaction and the delirium of a lust and a desire she couldn't get enough of. It felt so perfect, so good, and she just couldn't resist the steady plunge into this madness. She let it take her by storm, let the pleasure become too much for her to handle. Pleasure melted in hotter, wilder, so dizzy and insistent that March 7th had no choice but to just surrender to all of it. She melted into this bliss, welcoming the sloppiness of his strokes, of the

pleasure and the wild fever to keep giving up to. She felt so good, so strange, and the more she gave in to this, the better it all became. Her squeaks of joy and the sloppy, throbbing lust rushing up through her brought with it a purity and a focus that she was ready to fully embrace, the chance to give in to sloppier pleasure, into obsessive hungers that she wanted to keep chasing.

"Such a cute girl," groaned the man, smothering her in his frenzied kisses, making her feel so cute and desired, making her need to keep falling into the delirious passion and want of giving so completely in to his touch. This was too good to make sense of, a chance to slide into these hungers, into pleasures she was able to continue sliding into. Surrender felt so nice, so perfect, and she was open to the idea that all she really wanted to do was give up to throbbing, wild lust. Her body bucked in harder to this, sloppy pleasures she wanted more and more of. He kept pounding away, using her, winding her up until March 7th finally gave in to the plunge of throbbing bliss, the ecstasy and the wild, throbbing lust to keep giving in hotter to. March 7th needed this, and she gave in happily to all of it, riding out the hungers and highs of giving in utterly, and she just didn't care.

How could she care? The pleasure was so good. So intense and sweet, making March 7th squeal out louder, clinging to the man so tightly, letting her thoughts melt out of her head in the throes of a sweet relief she couldn't get enough of. This was at last the satisfaction she couldn't get enough of, and the need surging up through her was truly incredible. March 7th bucked against him, legs hooking around his body, thoughts slipping into obsessive surrender that made her body shake with utter delight. The throbbing, pulsating heat made her need to lose herself, made her want only to let these pleasures rip her apart. "Cum in me. I want you to--I want you to cum in me!" It was too much. March 7th gave up to these pleasures, allowing obsession to rip across her and accepting the joy of losing all control. Obsession tore her apart, made her feel too good to be able to handle.

From wanting her first time to be about love to begging for an unprotected creampie from a stranger, March 7th gave herself fully to this pleasure, understanding the surging, throbbing lust inside of her to be the key to all the pleasure she wanted, every craving and ache and lust making her body surrender to sweet oblivion. She let him fill her up, let him slam into her and pump her snug cunt full of cum, her moans overbearing and high as she thrashed about, letting the desire and the heat all get the better of her, allowing pleasure to become all she could process. March 7th was happy to do it, happy to let go and to embrace what was simply too good now to be able to fight. Her thoughts shook in obedient, sloppy frenzy, and March 7th opened herself up to all of it. Her orgasm was brash, intense, noisy, and she loved every aching second of giving up to this pleasure, understanding her need for it on the most base of levels.

She wanted more. Coke. Cock. Both. At the same time, ideally.

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Not being able to find Serval was one thing. Stelle was worried, but not outrageously so. But March 7th going missing? That gave Stelle some cause for concern. March 7th was just supposed to be going to the bathroom and coming back, but Stelle was left to fend for herself, wandering the party without any sign of her friend for a bit too long. It was all wearing on her, getting worrisome and frustrating, because the longer March 7th took to come back, the more that Stelle's mind went to worried places. Where else would she be, after all? There wasn't much reason for her to be gone so long, and Stelle's whole apathy toward the situation and the party left her unsure why she was even sticking around it if March 7th wasn't here.

But on the other hand, going off to bed and leaving her without an answer wouldn't have been a good thing to do to a friend. Stelle needed to keep searching and hinting her down for hopes she could find her and at least tell her she was calling it a night. She just needed to find March 7th and put this

down, committing to her decision and then safely retreating off to safety. It would be fine. She didn't care much one way or another about the rest of the party, but March 7th deserved an answer.

When she found March 7th, it was while the girl was stripped down almost completely naked save for her one stocking, bouncing wildly atop a cock, with two in her face to stroke and suck on recklessly. Pure aggression and delirium, her breasts bouncing madly about while she took on these pleasures and pushed for satisfaction in its most senseless and most outrageous. It was a stunning thing fort Stelle to stumble upon, and even more confusing to have to witness in her baffled attempts to make sense of what she was looking at. A myriad of little coke bags sat around her body as it writhed in sweaty, delirious joy, giving in to the sweep of pure decadence and greed.

What Stelle noticed most of all was the frenzied look in March 7th's eye. The dizzy, cloying bliss of throwing herself headlong into pure insanity, the throbbing chaos and satisfaction she clearly reveled in. It was wrong and raw, so sloppy a show of indulgence that it shook her to her core, and Stelle didn't know how to answer to it, didn't know what to say about the pure insanity before her. But she knew she was sliding in deeper, enthralled by it so steeply that she didn't have it in her to care about how easily she was sinking now, the desperate slide down deeper, the confusion and obsession that ripped across her.

"March?" gasped Stelle, unable to believe what she was looking at, her thighs clamping together and a sense of complete awe taking hold of her. March 7th had gone from complaining and quite still about all of this to a sloppy gangbang slut ramming about and thrashing under the attention of three men at once, all while clearly under the influence of cocaine. It filled Stelle with a mess of feelings she had no idea how to process, all of which focused er outrage to a finely tuned point focused singularly on the panic it inspired inside of her She thrashed about madly, falling apart under the weirder shames ripping through her, a realization she had no power against what she was looking at.

March 7th was having such a good time doing it, too. Her body heaved about in moaning passion, a sloppiness and a panic that seemed completely unhinged, detached from sense, fully committed only to getting fucked and used while blasted on coke. She was out of her mind, powerless to resist all of this and finding that she was only feeling better and better by the second. This was outrageous, detached from sense and driven by lust as brilliant as could be. Pleasure continued to bring her down into throbbing bliss. This was insane, with all sense of these strange insistences leaving Stelle appalled, aroused, frustrated by the utter wear of these strange pleasures. The smouldering decadence and bliss of such outrageous pushes forward made for something utterly baffling

now. March 7th didn't know how to answer this, didn't know what to say, but she was intrigued, lost to the stranger chaos to have to witness.

Switching back and forth between the cocks she sucked, March 7th didn't notice Stelle at first, too busy gagging down the cocks on either side of her, all while her hips worked madly up and down, bouncing hotter through these pleasures and the outrageous excitement upon her. It was pleasure in its purest and sloppiest frontier, the chance to give up fully, and with all these pleasures crashing down upon her, it just became too much to ignore. She needed this. She raced toward orgasm harder, louder, faster, utterly detached from sense until her eyes snapped into the realization that Stelle was here, just in time for March 7th to jerk the two cocks off until they erupted into her face.

Stelle stumbled back a little bit as she watched the other cock pump a load directly into March 7th. She shook around happily, the heat and thrashing chaos of having to give in to this proving utterly incredible. A decadence throbbing across her, bringing on pleasures too sloppy and sweet to ignore. Irresistible chaos. "Stelle!" she gasped, her voice rising in orgasmic bliss, a thrashing, throbbing burst

of satisfaction and chaos to have to submit to. her body shook harder, faster, wilder. All sense melted out of her as she stared at her friend. "Stelle, comer here. I feel so good. I want you to feel good, too!"

There were lots of reasons for Stelle to be uncertain about this. A lot of reasons to be nervous and awkward, to keep at a distance while trying to think her way through all of the many strange things about this situation. But what she found was her thoughts utterly fucking failing her now, her head swaying in delirious want as she inched closer to March 7th, confused. "I thought you didn't want to do this. You kept complaining about Serval and...."

"I did, I did. I know. But cock feels really, really good! And so does snorting some coke. Here, try it. Try it!" She grabbed a small bag with some on it and poured it out right onto her bare tits, rolling her head back. The three men all watched with smirking curiosity at the Stelle looked on, the shiver of embarrassing realities and worries clearly making her as reluctant and unsure, but more intrigued than she could get away with trying to pretend she wasn't.

The white powder fell onto March 7th's round breasts before Stelle's stunned eyes, and before the traveller knew it, she was burying her face into her cleavage. Stelle couldn't help herself. Something compelled her forward, the weird excitement of diving in tight. The pleasure was insane to give in to, outrageous and obsessive hungers carrying her to lose herself, letting go of all restraint for the sake of dizzier heat. Before Stelle could think about this, she was snorting up along March 7th's tits to snort up every bit of these pleasures, the potent hunger and the lust sweeping across her. She felt incredible, pleasures she needed more of, embracing the wilder hunger that she couldn't resist.

Snorting up the coke off of March 7th's tits made her head spin, made the pleasures shiver across her, indulging heat she was utterly powerless to deal with. An unignorable passion swept across her, her head swaying and the burning obsession carrying her to want all of this. She wanted it, the indulgence making her feel incredible, making these obsessive lusts burn across her. This was unreal, the pleasures that made her unravel. The rush of excitement made her body tremble, made her surrender quickly to the utter bliss and confusion of needing to let go, melting in against these obsessive lusts, letting the pleasure become everything to her now.

"Oh, that's so hot," moaned March 7th. "How's it feel?"

"So good!" gasped Stelle, her eyes going cross as she yanked her head back, licking her lips and shuddering through this embarrassment. She drove her head down lower, shoving in between March 7th's legs and starting to eat her pussy out. There was so much cum in it, and the cock that had just fucked March 7th's lingered near her mouth. Stelle shook and whined her way through this, sliding in to suck the cock down too a moment, just to give it some love. But her focus was on March 7th. She delved in hungrier, hotter, pushing forward to embrace the pleasure she wanted fully, embracing obsession and hunger she couldn't ignore. Pleasure swept across her thoughts, a wild obsession she wanted to give in to fully.

Licking all over the tight pussy in front of her, Stelle melted into the joy, frenzied and wound up by the coke she'd snorted, overwhelmed by the utter want that burned across her. It felt so good, sweeping across her with increasingly tense and sloppy passion, making her feel like she just had to give in fully now. This was obsessive hunger, the desire and the passion she wanted to give in to utterly. Stelle needed to lose herself, the pleasures that she wanted to give in hotter, the fullest pleasures all sweeping across her. This was insane. Stelle couldn't believe she was doing this, but it was so right, so eager, sending her head spinning as she sucked cum out of March 7th's pussy, driven by the

utmost desperation and the need to give in. Everything inside of her burned her up, her thoughts crashing into ecstasy and the very core of her desires leaving her erratic and lost.

She needed to lose control, melting into this with all she had, surrendering in full to ideas of persistence and greed she couldn't possibly resist now. The coke pushed Stelle to something outrageous and overwhelming, but well worth the commotion and the pleasure. She had to keep pushing on for more, rubbing her face into her friend's cunt, tongue jamming forward. Sometimes, she'd draw back and suck down the cock in front of her just to be fair to it, putting on a show all made to lose herself, overwhelming obedience and obsession carrying Stelle forward. She needed this all, the pleasures she couldn't resist.

"That's so hot, that's so hot," whined March 7th. Her body twisted around hungrily against these lusts, an obsessive slide into dizzy bliss, into the kinds of greedy, grubby, sloppy joy that she couldn't possibly ignore now. March 7th grabbed Stelle's hair, yanking her in while she kissed one of the cocks in her face. 'Keep going. After I cum, we're going to get fucked together!"

Stelle gave everything she had to the joy of eating March 7th out, desperate to feel that, throwing herself in harder to this pleasure with unfocused, delirious joy. The hazy bliss continued to work its magic on her, pushing her to feel the weirder, hotter pleasures, a clumsy ecstasy she had no reason to hold herself back from. This was perfect. Potent and overbearing, leaving her deliriously committed to giving in and giving up. Stelle felt so good, and her body's writhing back and forth only further expressed that joy, her pussy throbbing with need amid the feeling of one of the men getting behind her, pulling at her clothes and rubbing her slit. The insistence behind these pleasures all became something perfect and erratic, a beautiful shove forward, throwing sense into pure ruin and calamity now.

March 7th came hared and she came loud, thrashing against her friend's face while she gave in to these perfect wants, the sweep of complete joy, a bliss erratic and wicked under the weight of wild indulgence. Satisfaction carried her to need this, moaning through this mess, flinging herself at Stelle to lock lips with her and kiss her hard.

Unsure of exactly where she was but finding herself lost to these weirder hungers, she allowed the pleasure to overwhelm her, the surrender of deeper obsession, pleasures she wanted to fully embrace. Succumbing to pure lust brought her everything she needed, pleasures beyond sense or speech. Burning pleasure made her want to give in to all of this, pleasure as fanatical and chaotic as she could ever imagine. This was pleasure all pushing her to want this mess, fully surrendering to pleasures she couldn't deny. The men came in on all sides and got to work at them, pushing into the girls from behind and keeping them on their knees to sloppily make out.

The feeling of a cock sinking into her made Stelle shiver with hopeless joy, the pleasures she couldn't possibly resist now. Her body shook hotter, throbbing indulgence making her head spin with unreal satisfaction. She clamped down tightly around the dick, and she felt the pleasure melt down her focus, her thoughts spinning into completely overwhelmed, unraveling satisfaction. It was what she wanted most, what her body begged for, and her needs were finally set firm on the idea that this craving was what she needed to surrender everything to. Deep strokes from behind wore at Stelle just as they had worn at March 7th, and Stelle went from being wholly uncaring about this party and anything happening at it, to hopelessly surrendering herself in time with March 7th, wanting to explore her way into sloppier ecstasy and the wanton bliss of simply losing all control. She wanted to unravel, needed to explore her way into satisfactions and desires she didn't care about trying to fight now.

"So good," moaned March 7th, melting into this. Someone dropped a line of coke onto Stelle's shoulder, and March 7th snorted it off of her skin before jamming in with the sloppiest, clumsiest kisses she could muster. A cock pushed into Stelle's face with coke running along it, and Stelle was forced by the man fucking her down onto the cock to snort it up before she got her throat stuffed full of dick. This wasn't Stelle's choice, but Stelle felt herself sinking into beautiful joy and derangement as he succumbed to it regardless. It felt so good, all burning across her, all inviting her to need to give in and give up. Her eyes rolled back and all reason melted out of her.

This was perfect in ways that didn't seem real, but which were everything Stelle wanted. She gagged down the big dick, encouraged along by March 7th calling her a slut in the throes of her coked out frenzy. Neither girl was thinking right, but that was what made it so fucking good, what made these pleasures so outrageous. The pleasure was direct in ways that felt just perfect, keeping up pleasures much too wild and too sloppy to handle. It was all about pushing her to break, about overwhelming her thoughts and plunging her into a frontier of surrender so dramatic and so steep that it stopped making sense. There was only pleasure in this mess, only satisfaction in the joy of so utterly giving in to all of it. There was nothing but sloppy, shivering passion to all of this to give in to.

Hard thrusts pounded away at their snug pussies, keeping both girls lost to the sloppier indulgence of passion and heat and want they couldn't ignore. This all felt so good, sweeping with madder obsession through pure bliss, lusts to keep chasing harder along, deeper in the face of pure bliss now. The cock pulled out of Stelle's mouth but remained in their faces, and both coked out, newly converted sluts melted in to begin adoring his cock every which way, tongues slithering madly about, writhing against the cocks before them, ready to melt into obsession and chaos, the throb of heat to continue melting into. It felt too good, too wicked, too hopeless under the weight of obsession and need now. Chasing deeper obsession and heat kept her wanting more, keeping up pleasures too chaotic and too erratic to handle now.

They gave in together, stripped bare of all sense, melting in together under pleasures and obsessions that didn't feel sane. There was an oddly compelling need to this mess, ravenous in throbbing hunger, the pleasures that continued to overwhelm them both now. It felt good, like hotter and sloppier obsession. They needed to give up hotter here, obsessive hunger and need sweeping across them. Whatever they had balked at before, they were now lost to, and they felt so good about it that they stopped thinking rationally, stopped worrying about anything in the way of these messes. It was sloppy, chaotic, so beautiful in its sloppier hungers. They gave in to all of it, needing to lose themselves, needing to succumb, and they simply stopped thinking any longer about these worries now.

Gangbanged, overwhelmed, pounded into rougher and forced to give in completely, the pleasure was simply too much now for the girls to resist. They welcomed their surrender, and they gave up to it, ready to feel it rip their thoughts apart, ready to give in to sloppy ecstasy as they surrendered themselves to this mess with all they had, confident fully in the utter thrill and wrongness of just giving wholly in. The cocks fucked them harder and rougher, and as their mouths melted in unison to slobber all over the dick in front of them, it felt like they were finally able to understand what Serval was up to, and why her parties were so fucking fun. Stelle and March 7th were in deep now, high on cock and coke, loving that they could so completely lose themselves, and no sense of restraint could hold them now from finally giving in to what they craved most.

They came together. For March 7th, it was a rush of bliss that they were completely lost to, happy to melt together into euphoria and erratic surrender. Sloppy, hazy pleasure made this all perfect, and the eruption of cum right into their holes and all over their faces kept both March 7th and Stelle

completely overwhelmed, lost with joy and hunger to the ravenous satisfaction of losing themselves, giving in with all they had and letting the sheer wrongness and joy of this moment be all they could think about. They were happy to give in, happy to cling to one another, happy to surrender in full to pleasures too ravenous and sloppy for them to do anything but happily, earnestly surrender to the truths waiting within them. This was always what they had been waiting for, and to give in to it was nothing short of bliss.

Clinging together to one another, Stelle and March 7th both wondered whether they should take a bump or get to sharing more dicks first.

"We owe Serval a huge apology," whined Stelle.

"We'll thank her in the morning."

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At the next afterparty, Serval didn't need to hide her coke use. The lines were laid out on the table and she ran down along the glass top with March 7th on one side and Stelle on the other, all three of them snorting up some coke and letting out wild gasps as they jerked up ward, their hips slamming back, bare asses shoving down into the laps of men who were here to start the part off right, getting them right into the joy of taking some cocks and letting the wild satisfaction be just what they needed.

"I should have just gone up to you two and offered you some coke if I knew it would be this fast," moaned Serval, knowing she was a bad influence. An even worse influence now, but she couldn't help herself. Slamming down onto the dick she took while the party raged around her, she moaned, "By the end of the night I'm gonna have you two so coked out of your minds that you'll let guys piss on you. Sound good?'

"Can't wait," moaned Stelle, slamming stubbornly down onto a cock, using the guy behind her more like a living dildo with intense and reckless motions.

"I'll do anything you tell me to," cooed March 7th, fully committed now to going along with any plan of Serval's no matter how insane it came off. She just wanted to know what it would be like! All of it.

Serval's kind of friends.