Chapter 55 - Kyoko Hayashi

[Hey. I am sorry about this story. It got away from me. It started with a single concept, and I wished to follow it. But I had no sense of pacing. 

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"Mm, mmm," Kyoko moaned, grabbing hold of the young man whom she was sharing this powerful kiss with. It was as if she was trying to suck every ounce of his essence from him through their passionate exchange.

They entered his house, knocking against the walls and stands, passionately kissing each other. She couldn't contain her lust, not when it had been so long since she had felt this way.

Their tongues twirled around each other, a sensual dance of desire that she hadn't enjoyed in so long. She kept taking her clothes one after the other until she was naked. She wanted his eyes on her, on every curve, every detail of her body.

The young man seemed enamoured by the way her body moved. Her curves. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was perfect in every aspect of her appearance. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain of reddish-brown, her eyes brown and drowning in lust.

She took off his shirt. She thought he was a little thin, but when she hugged him, kissed him, she found the rippling muscles under his shirt. And now that she saw them, she loved how strong he was.

His fingers moved to her back, tracing circles and lines that she couldn't quite recognise. He pushed her onto his couch, their bodies pressing together, his member throbbing against her. She could feel him, and it only made her lust increase.

He was perfect, every bit of him. She wanted him. She had desired nothing more in her life.

He was on top of her, and she was kissing his chest, his nipples. He had her, and she wanted it, all of it. His kisses were powerful, intense, and his touch was like fire against her skin. It was something she had never felt before, not like this. She couldn't resist his charm, not when she could feel her own lust rising and rising like a tidal wave.

The young man moved his hands to her breasts, cupping them. They were sensitive, and he seemed to notice, because his fingers squeezed them, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

He had such a wonderful touch, so good that it made her forget where she was. His fingers traced circles around her nipples, teasing her. She gasped, feeling his hands moving against her like she belonged to him.

She couldn't help but feel like she belonged to him. In this moment, in this perfect, lust-fuelled moment.

"Do you like this, Kyoko?" he whispered into her ear. He was on top of her, and she loved it. She couldn't imagine feeling any different, any better.

She was wet, so wet for him. Her thighs were glistening with her lust. She wanted him inside her. She needed him. She couldn't go back. It was like she had waited her whole life to feel his touch.

"I... I need you, now!" She was begging. She could feel it.

"Show me how much."

Kyoko's heart was racing, and she moved her hips in a circle, sliding his member against her entrance. It felt so good, so perfect. She loved the feeling of his hands on her, the way his eyes watched her move.

"Take me," she whispered. "I want you so badly. Fuck me!"

She was practically begging, her eyes filled with lust.

The young man took her wrists in his hands, pulling her hands behind her head and pinning her against the couch. He was in control now, and she loved it. She loved the way he moved against her, his body hard and ready.

She spread her legs for him, inviting him to take her when he whispered in her ear, "you can do better than beg like a whore."

Kyoko gasped, seductively nibbling her wet lip, feeling her pussy ache. She felt drunk on that insult, on those words, on how he was treating her. She could feel it.

He pulled away from her for a moment, grabbing something from a nearby bag.

"Do you... Do you want me to... to... to..."

"To what?"

Kyoko didn't have an answer. She didn't know what he was going to ask of her, but she didn't care. She knew she'd do it for him. She felt so much in control.

"On your knees."

He didn't give her a chance to react. He pushed her to her knees and took his member in his hand, pressing it against her face. She was staring up at him, feeling her heart pound with anticipation. She couldn't stop the excitement from rushing through her veins. She didn't even care what he wanted.

The young man took her hand and pressed it to his balls. "Do it."

Kyoko couldn't resist. She felt his hand on the back of her head, guiding her, pushing her to take his balls into her mouth. She could feel her face turning red with embarrassment as she started sucking.

She had done nothing like this before, but she found she didn't care. It was like she was drunk on his cock, his balls. She wanted him inside her.

The young man groaned, praising her, "That's good."

He pushed the tip of his cock through her lips, pushing deeper in her mouth. She felt it.

She couldn't believe it, but she could taste the saltiness of his cock on her tongue. She felt him pulling her hair, forcing her deeper and deeper. She wanted it, wanted him.

Kyoko looked up at him, her eyes watering and her lips red and puffy. She was panting, feeling his cock in her mouth. He was in control of her. A young man who looked old enough to be her student was commanding her, taking control of her, fucking her face. And she loved it.

"Do you like that? Like being a slut? Being my little slut?"

She didn't care that she couldn't breathe. She wanted more, wanted it all. She felt the young man pull her hair, his hips pushing his member into her mouth with a force she never could have imagined. Nothing like how she sucked cocks before.

Having her face fucked by him it was so much different. She was dripping wet. She didn't think she could cum without even being touched, not with her lust.

But the young man didn't stop, not for a moment. He pushed his cock down her throat, forcing her to deep throat him.

She could barely breathe, and he didn't seem to care. She felt him cumming, felt the warmth of his cum in her throat as she swallowed it all down, as much as she could.

And then he pulled away from her. He grabbed her hair on her neck, his cock still throbbing with her saliva all over it. He didn't say a word, just stared into her eyes, like he wanted to consume her. And she wanted it, too.

"On your knees. Like a dog. Like a whore."

Kyoko didn't resist. She had never felt this way, never felt this vulnerable. She was dripping wet, aching for him to touch her.

"Tell me you want me. Beg me. Like a bitch in heat. Beg me for my cock."

She looked up at him, her face still red. "Please. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please, please!" She was practically begging, begging for his cock. She needed him, needed to be taken by him.

The young man teased her, "I want to see your tits."

She moved her hands, cupping them, her nipples hard and sensitive.

He slapped her hands away. "Not like that." He grabbed her wrists, forcing them down. She could feel his strength, and she felt herself falling back on the couch, her wrists still in his hands. She was helpless, vulnerable.

The young man climbed on top of her, pinning her to the couch. She couldn't breathe. He moved his hands to her tits, cupping them, squeezing them. She felt him pushing her shirt up, exposing her nipples. She moaned as his tongue flicked them, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She was in ecstasy.

He pushed his cock inside of her wet, sloppy cunt. He took her wrists in one hand and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

She wanted him, wanted all of him, all of his roughness. She had never been more turned on. She didn't think she had it in her. She didn't think she could cum with her wrists bound and her mouth forced open, but she did. She came hard and loud, her voice screaming into the air.

"Ahhh! More! Fuck me more!"

She was shaking, her body vibrating. She felt like she was flying, floating through the clouds. She could feel the pleasure, could feel his thrusts pushing her over the edge again and again and again. She was helpless, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but let him fuck her.

She had already cum, her body was in withdrawal, but he was just starting.

She felt it building, his cock driving into her. He was rough, and she couldn't think. She could barely even breathe.

The young man was grunting and moaning, his breath hot and heavy in her ear.

"Fuck. Your cunt is so wet. Fuck."

She wasn't even thinking now, just enjoying his touch, the sensation of him fucking her. She wanted to cum. She wanted it so badly.

His cock was pushing against her sweet spot. She felt the pressure building, felt her stomach churning and tightening. She couldn't contain her orgasm. It was coming, and she knew she wouldn't last.

The young man pushed himself deeper, his cock pressing against her. She was moaning and screaming, her body wracked with pleasure. She couldn't believe it, how much she could enjoy him, how much he was taking from her. He was thrusting, thrusting his cock against her sweet spot. She couldn't last. She felt her climax; the world exploding around her.

The orgasm washed over her. She couldn't speak. She was a broken, whimpering mess on his couch. He fucked her, fucking her again and again and again. He came, his hot cum filling her and splashing out of her pussy, but he kept fucking her, fucking her into submission.

It was so intense, and she couldn't stop her orgasm from washing over her again and again. She was floating. She was drunk on his cock.

He pulled out of her, and she laid there. She was a mess, her juices and his cum dripping from her cunt, her hands shaking, her eyes rolling back into her head.

He stroked her head, watching her shudder. He smiled, "Did I introduce myself? I am Aransae Spindra Caelum. And I need you do something for me, Kyoko."

"Anything...I'll do anything..."

On the Roof Opposite to the House,

"Oh, Master," Rias worriedly looked towards the house.

"Yes, Rias?"

Rias felt a shudder down her spine. She turned to look at him, standing behind her, carrying a smile on his lips, "Master!"

"Rias. I can do this all day."

Rias shook her head, "No, I just thought…you were there…?"

"No, that's the Division Ability from the Slime," Aransae stood beside her. He crossed his arms, looking towards the starry sky, "Dungeon is amazing. Did you know if you put the Desires into one body, and give them a title like Villain. Then these Desires will start to take shape, granting you with intelligence, abilities, and natural desire to be a Villain."

"Oh, that's why I thought you were acting strange," Rias stroked his arm, letting out a breath of relief.

Aransae chuckled, "Rias, I managed to not get painted over by Kiba's revenge feelings. Or Issei's very, very powerful pervertedness."

Rias giggled, hugging him, "then I don't have to worry about you? Master?"

"No," Aransae took her in his arms, planting a kiss on her lips, "Is everyone here?"

"Yes, they are."

"Good, send Kiba to the Highschool tomorrow."

"You won't take the trip yourself?"

"Not yet," Aransae thoughtfully smiled, "No, I doubt Kiba alone would be enough to take them all. Send Koneko too, and Akeno as backup."

"I know Irina and Ravel are there, but Kiba and Koneko should be more than enough."

"Hm," Aransae turned to look at Rias. He softly kissed her forehead, "No, it's not them I am worried about."

"You'll see. Tomorrow."