Chapter Two
Warning: English is not my primary language, so beware of possible (probable) grammar mistakes.
Inspired by Sayasuki's Doujinshi "M M Erotic"
"You're so beautiful down here, Homura."
I was lying on the ground, face up, my hands tied behind my back, my legs over my head in that uncomfortable and shameful position.
She was kneeling, her hands ripping what was left of my stocking off, and shifting my panties to expose my intimacy.
I was still shaking in pleasure, but she wanted me to have more.
"It's my first time looking to a girl's part from so close"
I was her first time.
The thought relaxed my trembling limbs.
I could feel her looking at me, as I fumbled for something to at least slow her down.
She touched me.
"You smell good, it makes me shiver in appetite".
When did she started being like that?
Madoka have always been both the lead I followed and the one person I desperately tried to protect.
But she was something else in that moment.
Softly she moved through the inside of my thighs, tickling me.
Her hands curious, massaging the outer parts.
The awkwardness of the situation started to subside, voices still around me.
Madoka herself wanted to make me feel good, anything else could stop existing.
Maybe she wanted it too much.
As she touched my bud, a strong wave of pain ran through my body, still too sensitive from the previous climax.
"Please stop, it's too soon!"
"I just want to make you feel better."
I heard her voice crack.
"I'm begging you, just wait a moment!"
She neither answered nor stopped.
"Please..."
"You're already feeling better! if you could look at how beautiful you look Homura..."
Her words moved my body, once again, as the strong pain turned into an even stronger pleasure.
Then I realized it: I was touching her.
Her lower body was keeping my tied hands from moving.
I could clearly feel the fabric of her panties.
My mouth opened.
"Oh, you didn't noticed?"
I turned my head in embarrassment.
"Don't you worry, I want you to touch me."
Really?
"Of course, I want you to touch me a lot down there"
Her smiley voice. My smiley heart.
I wanted to make her feel so good.
"Uh!"
"Does it hurt? I'm sorry..."
"No, it wasn't pain. You're very gentle with your hands, Homura!"
She was so nice to me.
We both started moaning, she seemed so happy.
She was happy, because of me.
I tried to keep going as hard as I could, but everything in my person was numb, everything in my body asked for more.
-You're beautiful Homura-
I came, it was unexpected, stronger and shorter than before, a thunder lighting up the dark sky inside of me.
And it left me emptied.
"I really wanted to come too."
Did I disappointed her?
I tried my best not to.
I just.
"I'm sorry.."
"Don't worry Homura."
Her voice was still happy, maybe she wasn't mad at me.
Hands grabbed my right ankle.
I could feel the grasp of a rope knot keeping my leg spread and pulled up.
The left limb received the same treatment.
I was almost suspended, with only the upper part of my back touching the ground.
In this uncomfortable position my lower body started to get numb, as the blood pumped stronger and stronger in my brain.
"Would you like to make me happy Homura?"
Of course I would.
Something hot was slowly descending on my face.
A beautiful fragrance emanated from it.
I instantly understood.
I was longing for it with all my body, which was shaking to make her fall faster on my mouth.
I pulled out my tongue.
I felt the heat.
We finally collided.
I was eating her out.
She was so soft, little, I could see her lips moving as my tongue kept exploring and tasting her, the flavor of spiced up heaven.
Every time she moaned, waves of energy swept through my body.
"Is it ok? Am I doing ok?"
"Don't stop, Homura."
She was barely able to talk, she was crazy with what I was doing.
I almost cried in happiness, caring not to stop.
Then I felt something wet touching my crotch.
We were one.
She started relieving my urge as I kept relieving hers.
She was so generous to me.
Hungrily, I felt her mouth and tongue exploring every little part of my intimacy, little vibrations shaking me as she sobbed from pleasure.
Like the thread on a screw, we were an infinite loop moving forward toward the maximum gratification.
We reached the highest spot so fast I couldn't even notice.
I felt her hips moving faster, her tongue a bit slower.
Madoka was coming.
Because of me.
That thought prolonged the spiral once more, taking me to the most breathtaking sensation I could imagine.
Pure bliss.
But even heaven will eventually fall.
Hands, laughs, something was crazily wrong.
I felt them on my legs and chest.
The girls around me started screaming insults to me and Madoka.
"Madoka, what's going on? Where are you?"
No answer.
Their nails wanted my skin.
Their throats longed for my blood.
My flesh ripping.
Pain.
I woke up with a potent jerk, feeling sweaty and weirdly excited, tears in my eyes.
Madoka was beside me.
Here's the second chapter, hope you enjoyed it!
The first one was a close render of the original work, but I wanted to continue the story my way, so I wrote about a less "tentacly" intercourse.
The last chapter is on its way, and it's going to be fully original content!
Thanks again for reading :)
