HEYYYY MY LOVELIES ;D
Anyways, have this chapter. It sucks. BE HAPPY DAMMIT.
"Hey! Crona!" A voice rang out in the empty hallways. Crona turned to see a very amused looking Maka. "Y-Yeah?" She said quietly. "Come to the warehouse at the edge of town tonight, PARTYY!" Maka exclaimed and swaggered off into the hallways. Crona watched and considered the idea with a sigh. She wanted to go, but with who?
Then it hit her, maybe she could invite Ragnarok to go with her? That seemed like a good idea. She began to walk through the subtle hallways. Her feet took her to her room, where she found a lazy Ragnarok laying on one of the beds. "R-Ragnarok..?" She enquired silently. "What?" He looked up from his bed and then dropped it back onto his pillow.
"I-I was wondering.. w-wanna come to the p-party tonight with me?" She stammered, closing her eyes and awaiting the worst. "Yes." He answered with a sigh. Her expression contorted into shock, and slight joy. "Alright, see you there!" She giggled.
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"Awwhh yeah, baby girl we gettin' crruunnnkkk tonight!"
Bodies, drinks, and drugs all found themselves together in the building. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled the musky air and people were grinding on everyone- and everything-. Lips and hips ground together as music blared and people danced.
When I walk in the club
All eyes on me
I'm with the party rock crew
All drinks are free
We like ciroc
We love patrone
We came to party rock
Everybody it's on
The DJ, Soul, was now making out with.. who the fuck knows who. He sloppily restarted the last song, but no one seemed to notice. Shirts were removed, and a few panties were dropped. People were out of control.
A particular group- of women-, were surrounding an alluring looking Maka. They stroked and grinded on the 'pimp'. Her face was twisted into a snide smirk, and her red-rimmed glasses were half off her face as the group of girls cheered on another sexy-looking vixen. She was giving Pimp-Maka2 a lap dance- which she deemed as the most desirable thing she'd ever seen.
Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody!
A man was grinding his semi-erect crotch into a poor girl, who was trying to kiss a man. Two lesbians were sharing heated kisses while men drooled. Another person had a condom on his head, and was licking someone's face. A few couples were were- WOAH. LET'S KEEP IT PG-13 IN HERE.
People were taking, lots, and lots of shots. It seemed they couldn't stop. Another girl was rubbing her exposed tits in someone's face as a boy ground into her from the back. A few girls were all pole dancing on a stage. Cheered on by constant inappropriate statements and spanks on the bottom.
The ladies love us
When we pour shots
They need an excuse
To suck our cocks
We came to get crunk
How 'bout you?
Bottles up
Let's go round two!
"Ladies~ Your panties may drop now." The pimp licked her lips and fixed her shades, stretching her arms around girls and grasping well-rounded rumps. She moaned slightly as a woman grinded her backside against her, moving to the music.
Two men were pouting in a corner. For they were the designated drivers, and weren't allowed to drink. Not that anyone was stopping them, they just didn't want any drunk drinking and killing incidents. Because by this time, older people an+d adults were even dancing. It was fucking insane.
In-fucking-sanity.
Shots shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Everybody!
More shots and kisses were served as the party went on. It looked as if no one was going home tonight, but the drivers weren't taking any chances. Maybe just a little sip... NO.
The whole, whole club moved outside. They grooved down the streets, whooping and cheering and yelling out into the cold night air. Maybe if they were lucky, they'd disturb the neighbours!
A boy was inexplicably wearing a frilly pink dress as they danced their way towards the large lake. Their plan was to.. we'll have to find that out.
The massive group of teens began to remove clothing in the dark towards the lake, their naked bodies and obvious erections were noticeable in the moonlight- but who the fuck cared? Everyone was naked, everyone could see everything. Nothing mattered right now but having fun. And right now their definition of fun was getting naked, and having sex in a lake. Okay, lied about the sex.
They all yelled and whooped as they jumped into the ice cold water. Drunken laughter and the sound of music blaring from boom-boxes filled the once peaceful air as they all splashed water, danced, and had fun in the water. (Or other things ;D)/
"That's my penis. Heheheh haaaaa!" A boy yelled. "L-O-L! Look at dem tits bouncin'!" Another hollered. Many other vulgarities will not be mentioned.
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Ragnarok, drunk as ever, was going to jump. Cliff-dive. His pale body descended into the water as other desirable Crona giggled and whooped. "Aw yeah motherfuckers!" The pale one hollered.
He swam and squawked in ecstasy. His fluid movements soon slowing into something more groggy and slow. "Heyyy~" Crona whispered into his ear. Being the drunk fool he was, he turned and grasped her by the hips. "Ohh~" She half-moaned, a blush arising on her cheeks. She acted strange when drunk. The blue-haired male groaned as they danced sensually in the water, lips open and close. Too close.
Their lips connected and they rolled their hips into each other. The world was nothing to them now, and all that mattered was this. This kiss. His hands explored her body, lascivious movements sending shivers down the young woman's spine.
The boy let his lips roam the sultry flesh. His hands groped and massaged perky breasts while a digits rubbed against fully erect nipples. Her breathy moans and alluring touches made him all the more horny. They slunk away from the others and to a secluded area, moaning into each others mouths as they grinded and rubbed against each other.
"R-Ragnaroook.." Crona let out a breathy moan, her drunken status made her as horny and sexy as Maka was. She let her shirt be removed, wrapping her slender legs around the bulky boys' hips. The man ran his tongue down her sultry neck, down to her collar bone while she clung to his shoulders. Ragnarok nibbled on her collarbone, and pulled her bra strap with his teeth, snapping it. She whimpered as her bra fell loose, and exposed one of her perky breasts.
His carnal movements practically sent her over the edge as he removed the rest of her clothing, save her bra. He removed his own cloth and prodded her entrance with his erection. "P-Please.." She wrapped her arms around his beefy neck and whined as he shoved his bulbous tip into her. She hadn't realized how big he was until he'd shoved half of his beefy dick into her. She let out a cry as he pushed in more. "G-God dammit." He groaned, pushing another 1-2 inches inside her.
She felt as if he was ripping her in half with his fat cock, she was shrieking with pleasure and pain together in one, and her nails raked across his back and neck. They ignored the giggles and small stares, he thrusted time and time again, and each one made her cry out in pleasure.
Pain soon faded into pure, amazing pleasure as the duo moaned together and engaged in coitus. Their sweat mingled and the water around them only added to this.
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The morning after, people were having the worst hangovers of their lives. Ragnarok had woken up, perched on a rock and face-deep in Crona's petite breasts. "Fuck." He grumbled. His migraine attacked him as soon as he lifted his head, and he instantaneously regretted last night. What even happened that got his face.. there? "Crona. Crona get up. Now." He growled, shaking the nude girl from her sleep. "R-Rag-nar-rok.." She mumbled. "Crona!" He whisper-yelled. She sat up, with a blush, raising her hands to cover herself.
"Crona. Last night didn't happen, okay?" He growled. She slouched. "It didn't mean anything." Crona looked relatively hurt, but nodded. "It didn't mean anything, got it?" He sat up, and shuffled around for his clothing. Once found, he got dressed and began walking away. "Hey, Ragnarok!" Crona said as she stuffed her clothing on. "What?" He snapped. "D-Do you mean it w-when you say it didn't m-matter?" She stammered. He rolled his eyes and turned around to face her.
"Get in the car, we're leaving. And not a word about it." He grabbed her arm and began dragging the half-naked girl to the car. "Hey! Wait, my shirt!" She whined. He ignored her and stuffed her into the passenger seat, crawling into the driving seat himself.
"So, it didn't mean anything?" She breathed slowly. She felt hurt, but bottled up her emotions. "No. It didn't, and I said shut up about it. So shut up." He snarled.
It didn't matter, you betches. MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH