177 SEXUUU!!! 2 Electric Boogaloo
A/N: READ THIS BEFORE SKIPPING!!! IT'S IMPORTANT FOR PLOT!
I'm well aware some of you don't like smut, but the first 400-ish words are semi-important, or at least relevant for plot, I'll put a divider for when smut starts.
Also, unlike last time, this one is a lot less 'just kinky sex' if yk what I mean. This one is with Clara after all, so it's a lot less fucking weird and uncomfortable lol, it's more romantic I guess? idk, I'm a virgin.
So, while with the other one I would have legit recommended you skip it, I would prefer if you actually gave this one a chance, cuz I actually liked writing this one compared to Butcher :)
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New York, New York, December 29th, 18:56.
Head hurty.~
It turns out that having two dozen languages blasted into your brain at once isn't a fun experience, especially since Bantu is a collection of some six-hundred languages and dialects, though Cranial only had about thirty of them saved, which is good enough really.
She didn't have Klingon though which sucks, but whatever.
I'm happy either way, since I can now talk to probably just about anyone I'd ever want to talk to.
Not only that, but they ended up accepting my affiliate offer after a little bit more negotiation, during which I even made a little offer to Cranial as a show of sincerity, which was that I gave her the memory of Jack's dying breaths.
I'm sure that will sell decently well once she does some advertising. There are plenty of people who would enjoy watching Jack die, and a lot of them have a lot of money to throw around to see it.
Didn't even ask for royalties or anything for her to use my memories, which, in hindsight was probably stupid. Like, asking for just ten percent would be completely reasonable and give me some passive income.
Ah well, Cranial's happy and the Toybox is officially under the sponsorship of my Clowns, just like Red Hearts, Last Laugh, Harlequin's little union thing she's doing, as well as Fast Travel's delivery service and some mercenary thing Butterfly is setting up that are both on their way.
It fills me with honest joy to see how much my Clowns have grown. From just the three of us, banding together under my promise of having a little fun, to what it is now.
We basically rule Ohio already, with our influence spreading to cover most of Michigan, Indiana, Kentucky and a bit of West Virginia.
Give it a year or so and Red Hearts should extend up to Maine and down to Virginia at least. Depending on how things work out, James could have his Hearts holding a similar position to the Elite, just on the opposite coast.
I'd have to work out some kind of deal with Uppercrust though.
Huuuu,~ so much thinking.~ My head already hurts from my rather expensive fast tracked education.
I need to take a day to relax before continuing my holiday, and it just so happens that I have the perfect idea in mind for how I can get a little stress relief.
==(nothing past this point is important for plot)==
Which leads me to once again be sneaking into Clara's home, feeling rather thankful for the early sunsets of winter.
It's a work of a few seconds to work her bathroom window open, my blood being the most useful all-purpose tool I know, and in no time at all I have slipped inside, not making a single sound.
It's a shame she wasn't showering, but I didn't feel like waiting for her to go to bed since it's only seven and I can hear the news on in her front room, as well as her typing away on a keyboard at the same time.
Let's hope it's not urgent work then.
Creeping forward, I open the bathroom door without a sound and start sneaking my way over to her. Her couch happens to face away from the entrance to the living room, which is convenient for sneaking up on her and in but a moment, I am standing right behind her, without her having any clue.
Hmmm, how to do this?
I could go with the classic 'boo!' but that feels overdone. I could also try the whole, putting a knife to her neck and making her think I'm a rival gangster or something similar, but I don't want to scare her too bad.
Plausible deniability it is.
"Guess who?~" I exclaim as I move both of my hands over her face, covering her eyes.
But she doesn't guess, instead, she screams and flails wildly until she falls to the floor between her sofa and table, knocking her laptop to the ground as well, but I at least catch that with a bit of blood, because while I'm mean, I'm not a complete asshole. Sometimes at least.
"Lusia!! What the hell is wrong with you!? Why can't you knock!!?" She yells at me from the ground, while I just smile at her, laughing with my eyes as I put on an innocent expression.
"I did knock though? You just didn't answer so I got worried something was wrong and came rushing in to your aid!~ Luckily you're okay, phew,~" I respond, lying out of my perfect ass.
She regards me as one would a particularly stinky sock, with blatant mistrust.
"First of all," she starts, much calmer now that the adrenaline has mostly faded, "that's complete bullshit. Second of all, what the hell are you wearing?"
At her words, I look down at the sexy Santa I bought on the way here that also happens to be a size or two too small, leaving the skirt so short that the bottom of my ass is clearly visible under it, before looking back up to her with a quizzical expression.
"Whaddaya mean? What's wrong with my outfit? It's christmas time, I'm just being thematic.~"
The long suffering sigh that she lets out says a lot, but the way her eyes linger on the holy gap between my thigh-highs and my skirt says a whole lot more.
Giving her a small smirk, I subtly pose for her, and though it takes her a moment, she blushes up a storm once she realises that I caught her staring.
It's so adorable that she still blushes at stuff like that, there isn't a part of my body she hasn't licked, let alone stared at, but whatever, I don't mind.
"Like what you see?~ I don't blame you, I make a pretty good gift, but only good girls get present's you know?~" I tease before climbing over the back of the sofa and crawling down to her until our faces are close enough that I can feel her heated breathes, "have you been a good girl?~"
My sensual, whispered words cause Clara's entire body to shiver, and my sensitive nose picks up on the scent of her growing excitement.
"Answer me," I demand, my voice light as a whisper but unyieldingly firm, and another shiver wracks her body as I softly grab her jaw, turning her face so she has no choice but to look deep into my natural green eyes, "have you been a good girl?~"
"No," she meekly breathes out, face flushed as she tries to avert her eyes, "I haven't."
I feel a wide grin grow on my face as arousal starts to sing it's song in my own body, and I let myself slide down the sofa until I am laying on top her her completely, trapping her between the sofa, table and myself.
"Well if you haven't been a good girl, what does that make you?~" I slowly ask, my voice never rising above a whisper as the hand on her jaw moves back to get a grip on the hair at the base of her neck while the other hand starts trailing down her side, "I want to hear you say it Clara.~ Tell me how you've been a bad girl.~"
In the face of my soft but firm demands, Clara completely crumples, her breathes coming out in short, rapid bursts that I can feel in the way her soft chest pushes against me, and I let out a smirk when I feel her hands subconsciously moving to my back, pulling me closer against her.
"I-I-I, do I have to?" She meekly squeaks out her resistance, but I know why she's actually resisting. She want's me to make her.
So, with a salacious smirk on my face, I let my hand finish sliding down her side until it reaches her pants, whereupon I unbutton them, slowly, enjoying the way her breath hitches with every button undone until there are none left.
With a featherlight touch, I brush my middle finger over her pantie covered slit, my fore and ring fingers splayed to brush up against her thighs, collecting a sample of her excitement as I do so.
At the same time, I force Clara's head still, stopping her from turning away as she so dearly wishes to so that she can hide her light, mewling moans from me.
"Look at me," I demand and her averted eyes immediately lock onto my own, her fearful expression sending a jolt of electricity down my spine, "good girl,~" I compliment before leaning forward slightly, moving in to kiss only to swerve slightly to the side when she tries to lean forward to meet my lips.
However I don't let her lips touch me, and instead I simply stick my tongue out and drag it just past the edge of her lips, tantalisingly close but not making contact, all the while not breaking eye contact, causing her to let out a slight moan of frustration.
With my smirk taking on a more mocking, derisive tone, I lean up until I am sitting on her stomach, making her hands slide down my back until they rest on my ass, which she immediately grips onto, blushing even more afterwards but still refusing to let go.
Not saying a word about her groping, I move my hand from her hair and to her cheek, stroking it softly before I rest my thumb over her lips.
She gets the idea and parts them, taking my thumb in and sucking on it in an incredibly erotic display that almost makes me forgo foreplay then and there, but I hold out.
Instead, I bring my other hand back forward, my three fingers now thoroughly coated in her excitement from their soft teasing and I hold the hand in front of her face, splaying my fingers before her eyes so that she can see her own juices clear as day.
If her blushes before were like a bomb, the blush that spreads down her neck this time would be positively nuclear.
"Open," I demand of her as I take my thumb out of her mouth, moving that hand down to her left breast where I lightly pinch her nipple.
Without a word, Clara lets out another soft moan and opens her mouth wide at the same time, accepting my digits coated in her own love juices without complaint.
The feeling of her tongue lapping and sucking on my fingers is enough to make my own panties almost as damp as hers, something that is clearly visible thanks to how short my sexy Santa skirt is as I sit atop her.
Only once I feel that my fingers are clean of all but saliva do I take them out of her mouth, causing her to let out a soft gasp that has my heart pounding with want.
But there are things that take precedence.
"What are you, Clara?~" I whisper to her as my wet hand joins my other one in softly groping at her breasts while she does the same to my butt, "Tell me Clara, now."
"I-I-I'm... I'm a bad girl," she says, her voice only audible because of my own hearing being so potent, but I pretend that I didn't hear it anyway.
"Louder, what are you?~" I ask as I softly pull on both of her nipples, making her let out an adorable little gasp, her flushed face struggling to avoid looking away, since doing so would be against one of my orders.
"I'm a bad girl,~" she admits, and my mocking smirk only grows as I lean back down, hovering my face just above her own.
"And what happens to bad girls?~" I ask, tauntingly, knowing that she gets off on it.
"T-they get p-punished."
My right hand reaches back and roughly grabs ahold of her ass, pulling against it as my left returns to her face, thumb playing with her lips.
"So tell me, bad girl, what ever should I do with you?~"
Her body shakes as shame and lust light up within her at the same time, equal in intensity as she squeaks out her answer, "y-you should punish me."
Letting out a low hum, I pretend to consider her words, all the while I roughly maul her soft ass, knowing that she likes it, before I simply turn to her with a mockingly fake expression of concern.
"I see, in that case, what do you want me to do?~ Tell me."
At this point I can practically feel the heat radiating from her blushing face, and I feel my excitement reach a peak as she loudly gulps before opening her mouth.
"Punish me."
With an invitation like that, I can no longer hold myself back, and with a movement fast as a flash I latch onto her lips with my own, forcing my tongue past her waiting lips and into her mouth, exploring every inch of it with a savage ferocity that leaves her completely submissive, simply moaning helplessly as I make use of her body.
The hand on her ass gives it one last squeeze, rough enough that it'll definitely leave a mark, before moving around and back to her slit, pushing under her panties and diving straight into her sodden core, reaching deep inside and making a mess of her.
At the same time, my other hand takes hold of her top and the bra beneath it before simply ripping them off in one move, exposing her naked breasts to the world and immediately grabbing hold of one of them, squeezing it with carefully controlled strength to ensure that she only feels enough pain to enhance the pleasure and nothing more.
The symphony of her moans crashes into my ears like a divine melody and I can't help but push her further, losing myself to her expression of ecstasy, my mind filled with only the desire to push her further.
Blearily remembering that she needs to breath, I pull back from our kiss, a string of saliva connecting our flushed faces but I give her no time to collect herself before moving my lips down to her right breast, taking the nipple between my teeth and giving it a featherlight nibble as I continue to play with her left with my hand.
"N-nearly t-there!~" She moans out as I pump my fingers deeper into her body, before abruptly letting out a wailing moan as I flex my power, lengthening and widening my fingers inside of her.
The sudden increase in intensity is enough to bring her over the edge, letting out a screaming moan as she collapses into a boneless heap underneath me.
I take a moment to gather myself, panting lightly as I look down at Clara beneath me, looking completely lost to the world. But I know her limit and she hasn't reached it. I've thoroughly tested to know exactly how much she can take.
So while she is still gathering herself, I pick her up in a princess carry and take her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and fully stripping her naked.
"H-huh?" She says, finally waking up from her high only once she is fully naked beneath me.
When she looks up at me, I can't help the shiver that wreaks my spine as her expression, a mix of fear and lust and love, fills me with feelings the like of which I cannot describe.
And if the widening of her eyes is anything to go by, she understands the look in my eyes for what it is.
"L-Lusi? T-that's enough, r-right?" Her pitiful expression only pushes me further into my haze of lust and I answer her by lashing out with four tendrils of blood, wrapping one around both of her wrists and ankles, locking her in place no matter how she struggles.
"You've been a bad girl remember?~ But I think you've been enjoying you're punishments far too much,~ so we're not going to stop until I say so.~"
My words draw out a soft whining sound from her throat, but I only respond by flexing my power even further.
With an almost glacial slowness, I walk up to the bed, falling forward onto my hands and knees until face is just above her core and I give her a playful smile as I lower my lips to her own.
I pause only a hairs breadth away from her wet slit and breathe in deep from my nose, taking in the scent of her arousal with the greed of a starving man at a buffet and finding it to be just intoxicating.
She smells like summer and liquor and fizziness and sex. It's an impossible scent to describe and all I know is that I want more.
With no more hesitation, my tongue meets her wet folds and her flavour all but drowns me, my own moans joining Clara's as I explore her depths, extending my tongue's length until it pokes against the entrance to her womb.
Her body writhes and twitches above me with a chorus of moans leaving her throat as I play her body like a fiddle, holding onto her thighs with my hands but still wanting more.
So I push my power even further, creating dozens of thin tendrils that start to snake up her body, wrapping around her breasts and flicking against her nipples. A thicker tentacle moves even further up, moving straight past her lips, spread open in a moan as they are, and into her mouth.
Her muffled moans are infinitely more arousing as the phantom feelings of my extended limb pumping into her throat reaches me and I morph the end of the tendrils circling her breasts to have small, toothless mouths that latch onto her nipples, sucking greedily on them and causing Clara to start a second orgasm that rolls into a third and a forth.
The sounds of my ministrations pushing her over the edge is almost enough to do the same to me, but I help myself along by creating another thick tentacle and sending it south on my own body, slipping under my tiny skirt and pushing past my panties until that orgasmic feeling of fullness envelops my pussy, pushing me over the edge, my own moans only causing my tongue to vibrate, making the already intense pleasure Clara is feeling even more exaggerated.
Pulling away from her soaking cunt, I take a couple of deep breaths, savouring the flavour of her nectar as I wipe my lips clean, not once giving Clara that same rest as my blood continues to torment her, forcing orgasm after orgasm on her sweaty body.
But this still isn't enough, as I've got a new trick I want to show off.
As I climb further up the bed, Clara's hazy, pleading eyes lock onto my own, only to widen in mostly excitement as her eyes lock onto my newest toy, too lost in the haze of lust to even care anymore about anything else as I move my hip forward, rubbing my freshly formed cock against her sensitive snatch.
I may not get the full sensations of an actual dick with this, since it's just blood, but I've never really cared about feeling the physical part of sex anyway. For me, it's always been about the feelings, and how many of them I can make my partner feel.
So, when I rub the tip of my new shaft against her folds, having made it to be exactly the maximum size her vagina can take without feeling pain thanks to my intimate understanding of her body, I feel a bone-deep excitement that almost brings me over the edge then and there.
Instead, before the build up can get to me too much, I plunge into her, burying my phallic extension deep inside her, filling up every inch of her writhing cunt and causing her to let out a scream of pure pleasure louder than any before.
A wild, animalistic grin grows on my face as I pull my hips back, only to slam back in not a moment later, drowning myself in the sounds of her muffled moans as my hands roam her beautiful body, moist with exertion.
I hope nobody on this street was planning on getting any sleep tonight, because we certainly won't be.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
Sooooo, whaddaya think? (Looking at you Torchwick, you didn't even have to pay to get what you wanted, kowtow 1000 times to Lonely_crab because they're the one who bribed me (thx again for that btw my love ;)))
Compared to the Butcher chap, this one was a doozy. Like, writing the butcher chap was fun, but I didn't like it. This one however, I did enjoy.
Probably has something to do with the difference in physical abuse lmao.
Oh and Lusia can make a futa cock now, naturally.
I had to write this chapter while sitting opposite my father. The effort it took to keep a bland expression to not give anything away was immense.
Also, inkstone, the site I write on, has finally added bold and italics as an actual option that you can use without having to have a fucking contract, which was a bs rule in the first place since you literally can't get contracts with fanfics anyway lol, so I've just had to copy paste my italics in since then.
This is big news for two reasons, one is that google translate will probably start working on italics now, so any new foreign readers prolly won't complain at me anymore, the other reason simply being that I will be using them even more now, since it's so much less effort.
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