Don't fill-up on head!
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Welcome to Team Fortress 2. After nine years in development: hopefully, it will have been worth the wait.
Marco brought his attention from the naked girl, tightly gripping her thumbs in eager anticipation, down to the vibrating capsule between his fingertips. The pink hunk of plastic was roughly the size of his thumb. Along the axis of the pill's twistable center were a line of numbers, presumably the intensity settings, reading 1, 2, 3, 4, and MAX. Printed below them, on the opposite side of the axis, lay a simple, solitary, black arrow, pointing upward, towards the line of numbers. Currently, the arrow pointed to the number 4.
Marco took a long, hard look at that single number. 4… Hmmm… did he really want to start off this strong? How did he want to do this? On one hand: he kinda wanted to make this last, experiment a bit, try out all of Star's kinks… On the other hand: the girl already had on a damn ball-gag, so starting off slow and steady wouldn't be very… thematic. And he just couldn't suppress that horny teen feeling that wanted to see this beautiful girl take it, full blast, right outta the gate…
Maybe he could do both… Girls could cum more than once, right? Without losing their arousal? Yeah? He was pretty sure he'd heard that befor-…
The boy snapped out of his trance to find that his hand had subconsciously slid into his boxers, lightly playing with himself at the mental image he was painting. Marco took in a panicked breath, his gaze immediately shooting up to the princess on the couch. His shoulders dropped as he huffed a quiet sigh of relief. At some point during his thought process, Star apparently couldn't hold her arousal back any longer. She was in the process of circling her clitoris, her neck lay limp, her head resting on the back of the couch with her eyes closed as she generated calm, quiet, almost 'cute' moans of pleasure.
Marco pursed his lips in thought as he withdrew from his underdrawers. Here Marco was, nearly having a heart-attack at the thought of Star seeing him touching himself, while Star sits there, naked, rubbing herself in front of him, without a care in the world. How did she do it?... Wait, no… Why couldn't he? Marco shook his head, violently, from side to side. This wasn't the time for that.
Alright. He had a new plan. Deviating a bit from the old one, but he could still make this work. He just hoped he last long enough to execute it all.
With a twist and a click, the boy turned the small, plastic capsule to its max setting.
"Alright, Miss Butterfly," He said, in his character's posh, English voice. Star lifted her head to look at him, once more. His lips cocked a subtle, mischievous smirk as he spoke. "Let's start with and endurance test."
The boy kneeled down before her open thighs. Lowering his butt onto his heels, he stared into the princess's shimmering blue eyes, bursting with want and longing. He shot the girl a devilish smile as his vibrating hand approached her quivering slit. As he pressed the capsule onto her peeking clit, the girl winced, squeaking a high, passionate note from the back of her throat. Pressing it harder onto his student's lower, fleshy nub, the boy used his teeth to quickly rip a piece of tape from the roll, before securing the stimulator tightly to her love button.
The princess took short, heavy breaths through her nose, moaning into her rubber restraint with every exhale. She wriggled on the couch, her body not sure how to react to the sudden stimulation. Her eyes clamped down like a vise, as she tried to focus squarely on the simple act of breathing.
In, and out. In, and out.
Star'd definitely had a decent amount of practice with these babies, before now. But she'd never gone from such a zero to a ten before! The girl hugged herself tightly, as she slipped further into thoughtless ecstasy.
Her body slid down the backrest of the couch, as she writhed in pleasure. Before too long, her lowerback reached the seat of the couch, revealing her taint at near-perfect eye level. The boy's eyes widened at the sight of it. Whether conscious or not, Star did him one better. Hooking her arms under her knees, and pulling them as close to her ears as she possibly could, Marco's mouth swung open, now getting a front row seat to both of her extremely alluring orifices. His left hand had found its way back in his shorts, gently messaging through the slick hood of flesh. Her muffled shrieks and moans steadily got louder and more erratic. Marco saw the first sign of overflow as a faint line of moisture slowly rolled down her taint.
"Mmmn! Nnnm! Nnmm-Mmnph! Mnes!" She shrieked into her gag, over and over again, throwing her head back against the couch and gyrating her hips upward to meet the imaginary cock that she felt was railing her. The rubber ball, secured tightly against the girls droll glazed lips, doing nothing to obstruct the pure, guttural passion in her tone. Her slightly spread ass cheeks bounced rhythmically as she humped the air. Marco had begun to jerk himself a little, he didn't want to just watch this happen… wait, he didn't have to.
Marco took two fingers and ran it across the girls, now fairly moist, taint. It was warm and angelically soft, just like the rest of her. He added a bit of pressure to his rubbing. Marco didn't notice a reaction, she was already moaning up a storm. He pressed harder. Nothing. Marco scrunched his face in frustration. His service wasn't going to be one-upped by a humming piece of plastic!
Marco hooked each of his arms around the girl's spread, skyward thighs, tightly pinning his face to her pelvis. Without hesitation, the boy slowly and sloppily ran his tongue up her silky smooth taint. The princess's gasped hard, bucking her hips in surprise. But Marco had her in an inescapable lock grip, he wasn't going anywhere. Before long, Marco's tongue eventually reached the source of the salty run-off. He tightened his grip on her legs, securing his mouth directly on her honeypot.
"MNEEAAH!" The gagged girl cried out in a ludicrously high octave. Her eye's shoot open, nearly rolling back into her skull. Warm streams of drool ran freely down her cheeks and chin as she began to truly lose herself in the pleasure assaulting her.
With no friction to speak of, the boy's muscle immediately penetrated her pussy, getting as deep as he could stretch his tongue out, before curling his tongue upwards to tickle grind against her walls. With that, Nirvana struck. The girl screamed one long, continuous cry into her gag. The girls back arched hard. Her hips tensed up to the point of shivering, yet still forcing itself to hump Marco's face. Her walls clamped down on his tongue, pulling him into her even further, and keeping him there, forcing him to taste and swallow every drop of her cum. Not that drinking it was all that unpleasant…
As her orgasm faded, her body slowly eased up. Her arms eventually dropping to her sides as her entire body went limp.
When she regained her motor functions, she shakily sat herself back up against the backrest. With deep, calming breaths, the princess gradually opened her eyes. Her mind began to recover from the stimulative assault it just underwent. Now able to form coherent thoughts, once again, the princess noticed the gentle hum of the device taped to her snatch. A significantly calmer vibration than it was before… Did Marco turn down the setting? Her eyes scanned the room in front of her… Where was Marco?
As if on que, a pair of arms snaked under her armpits, taking a hold of her humble, perky breasts.
" ~MmmMm~ " She moaned in equal parts surprise and pleasure. Star prepared tits for plenty of kneading, squeezing and pinching. But to her surprise, his touch was gentle. Slow, smooth, fluent. Like a… like a massage
He held them in his grasp with just the right amount of pressure, hugging the pair of painfully erect nipples, snuggly between his finger joints.
"Mmmmn…" An involuntary groan snaked from her throat as her shoulders dropped. Why? Didn't matter. Her clit was getting tickled while two strong hands messaged her breasts. She was in a weird state of sexual limbo. Long, mild stretches of arousal and relaxation mixed together in a head still recovering from orgasm. It was indescribable.
"Enjoying yourself, Miss Butterfly?" Marco's character asked teasingly.
The only response he received was another long, relaxed moan.
"Consider yourself lucky, Princess. Few have had to privilege of experiencing a gentle touch from these hands… But there's something about you, Princess Star Butterfly… Something the other students never had…"
The princess's eyes opened, slowly. Now he had her attention.
The teacher took a deep breath, his efforts on his student's breasts became slower. "I'm not an emotional man, Butterfly. Years in this line of work will suck out the little you have. Our job is to make queens out of princesses… Emotion has no place within these walls. But you… You've done something to me. Love? Perhaps. Unfortunately, I'm not at liberty to state for sure… Never the less, I've taken an oath to turn you into a respectable ruler… You just might get a little… special treatment…" He whispered those final words into her ear, giving the girl a wave of goosebumps.
"However!" he stated firmly, his grip on her breasts tightened like a vise. The girl winced as she felt his fingernails dig into her sensitive flesh. "Do not go mistaking my compassion for weakness." He growled through gritted teeth.
The boy let her go, leaving notable red marks on her breasts. He let out a low, cocky chuckle as he made his way back to the front of the couch, "I haven't gone soft on you, just yet…"
Well that certainly was a trip. The princess couldn't help but giggle a bit. It was so, so… Marco to turn their fetishistic roleplay session into a sappy romantic sub-plot. Not that she wasn't super into it…
Marco unfastened her ball-gag, starring into her eyes as he fiddled with the bindings. With a smirk, he tossed it nonchalantly to the side. "Hmmm, let's try another approach." He said, sticking his nose back into the wooden chest. "Let's see if we can get those lewd noises out of your system… They're starting to grow on me."
When he had collected all the toys he needed, he wordlessly got her into position. When it was all said and done, the girl was bent over the backrest of the couch, her limbs essentially hogtied behind her by the two pairs of handcuffs connecting her wrists to her ankles.
"Um… Mr. Diaz, Sir?" She spoke in a light, timid tone. "Why do I need to wear these cuffs…? I-If I may ask." She hastily added.
"There is no reason," The teacher casually stated. "I couldn't think of one. I just wanted to do it." The boy knelt down beside her, his lips inches away from her ear. "Why?" He whispered in a smooth, surly growl. "Is there a problem?"
His low sensual tones made her hairs stand on end. "N-No, Sir. Just curious, Sir."
"Strange…" He began, "Most students show a tad more resistance in your position." The boy leaned in even closer. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed this kind of thing."
The princess kept her head facing forward, an audible gulp sneaking from her throat.
"If that is indeed the case, I imagine you'll simply adore this next part." He said, sticking a pink rubber phallus past her lips. Slowly running the shaft in and out of her mouth, before slipping it out with a wet pop. "The process is quite simple, really." The boy left her side, now kneeling on the floor, directly behind where she knelt, giving him full access to her private pleasure centers. "All you have to do is be as lewd and dirty as possible with that cute little voice of yours."
Before she had a chance to object, Marco had already begun to tease her with the moistened rubber cock, lightly running the head up and down her slit, still warm with her saliva. The princess bit her lip, a tiny squeak slipping from her throat. The shock of the toy caused her body to jolt a bit. The attempted extension of her legs, painfully ripping her tethered arms back behind her.
"Do you want it?" His British accent getting sexier and sexier by the minute.
"Yes." She whimpered.
"Say it! Where does this horny little princess want this big, hard cock?"
"I-I want the big, hard cock i-in my pussy…" This was so exciting. She was actually starting to get a bit embarrassed, which, oddly enough, turned her on even further.
The boy removed the teasing toy away from her lips, flipping her clitoral vibrator up to level 2. "Mmmm… It doesn't sound like the princess wants it THAT bad. I suppose we could wait…"
"N-No! I want it, Sir, please!" she begged, clenching her eyes shut in order to force the words out. "F-F-Fuck my wet pussy, deep and hard, with that big, hard cock! I've been a bad princess! I need to be punished!"
The boy smiled. "That's more like it."
The boy looked down, running his finger along the moist, phallic object. "Tisk, it seems like the princess's cock has grown cold… Would her majesty like to warm it back up for me?"
"Yes please."
Marco vaulted over the couch, crouching down, face to face with the princess. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, "having fun?" He asked softly in his normal voice, giving her the sweetest little smile.
The princess gave him a small, toothy grin. "Nyee hee hee." She giggled, giddily, her cheeks turning a pinch more rose tinted.
"Alright, so now that your hands are tied, just say the word 'four-finger tap,' kay?"
"You… you wanted to use my mouth, again, Sir?" She said, casting her gaze away from his eyes, and returning to her timid schoolgirl tone.
"Yes, yes. Where are my manners?" He said, Britishing-it-up once more. he backed away from her face a bit, grabbing the dildo lying next to him. "My apologies, Miss Butterfly. I had to quickly check up on someone else." The boy gave her a knowing, half-lidded smirk.
The princess couldn't help but smile, her checks reddening with a bit of genuine embarrassment. She still wasn't entirely used to this new Macro. It's easy to bury those thoughts when your partner is an adorable, gibbering mess. But it was a bit harder to do when your partner had you tied up and begging for sex… Pushing past the slightly troubling thoughts, the princess opened her mouth.
"…aaaah…" she droned innocently, as if she were simply getting a check-up. Marco pressed the moist toy past her lips. As it slid across her tongue, the princess exhaled deeply as the subtle taste of pussy danced upon her taste buds. Marco slowly applied more and more pressure, before, with an unceremonious 'schlick,' her throat gave way and the phallus popped inside. The princess gave a muffled yelp of surprised pleasure as the toy reached the spot. That weird pleasure center hidden at the very back of her throat.
This high was short-lived, however. As opposed to Marco's penis, that hit that spot perfectly, the dildo she owned was quite a bit longer. As it moved in deeper, the head slipped past her oral clitoris and bottomed out in her throat. Marco gave the princess a gentle facefuck with the dildo. Small, slow thrusts. Barely even pulling it out of her throat. The head, not once, coming far enough to hit the spot. All she got was the smooth, textureless, rubber shaft rubbing up against it. The teasing sensation was unbearable, she could feel her privates getting hot and itchy.
The princess made a clumsy attempt to hump the cushions below her, but her restraints held her in the bent-over, kneeling position, Marco had put her in. She moaned and groaned in utter sexual agony, beginning to squirm in her cuffs. Unable to reach the ever-growing itch forming between her legs, her frustration began unconsciously pulling her arms and legs against her fuzzy restraints, more and more violently with each passing moment.
The boy pulled the phallus out of her throat, "I take it you're ready for the main event, Miss Butterfly?" He teased with a charming smirk.
"Yes, Sir." She said in her character's adorably timid tone.
'Jeez, what was that about?' Marco thought, as he got into position behind the girl. He thought she liked deep throating. Well… better give the girl what she wants… before she hurts herself. "Here cums the choo-choo train." He cooed, as he lined up the warm, wet phallus with her drooling lower lips.
"Do it, Marc- M-Mr. Diaz, Sir!"
The boy didn't say another word. Making the surprise penetration all the more satisfying.
"Mnnngeeph!" The princess let out a cry of both surprise and blinding pleasure as the rubber head slipped past her folds and snuggly fit inside her. Her breathing had doubled in intensity almost instantaneously. Marco could see her shoulders swell up and down with each hot, heavy breath she took. "M-More!… D-Deeper!... Please!" She pleaded through heavy breaths.
Marco was more than happy to oblige, pushing the toy deeper into her snatch.
"MNNGH! YES! L-Like that!" Star's back arched hard, biting her bottom lip as she screamed to the heavens, before dropping her torso back down to rest on the armrest. The princess limply hung her head and shoulders as far over the couch as her restraints would allow. Her tongue lolled out as she began to pant like an eager puppy as he continued to slide it inside her.
The boy didn't feel a shred of resistance from the passage. In fact, it seemed to be actively pulling the toy in deeper.
"Heeeeee!" The girl squeaked, as the toy finally bottomed out inside of her. Her eyes rolled upwards as she felt her body clench hard around the toy. Her hips hadn't stopped shaking from her micro-orgasm before the boy began to move the fake cock once more. Quick, small, short thrusts. The toy remained deep inside her. Only pulling out a few centimeters before plunging back up against her cervix, which, granted, made her squeak like a mouse in heat, but she wanted more, she wanted to be rammed!
"M-M-M-More!" She struggled to get words out through the continual punching of her cervix. "R-R-Ram-m m-me, S-Sir!"
Marco pulled on the toy with all his strength, she really had quite the grip on this thing. It didn't help that it was covered with Star's slick spit and pre. If only… he… could… get… some… better… leverage!
WHOOSH!
Out of nowhere, a huge shock wave of blue magic erupted from all sides of the princess, pushing the boy tumbling off of the couch and landing roughly on his butt.
Marco looked around the room, frantically, his vision blurred and ears ringing. He rubbed his eyes, giving him enough clarity to make out the details of his environment. His gaze was immediately pulled upward by a growing, pulsing brightness. Marco's heart filled with terror.
Hovering a few feet above the couch was Star, or at least… something that shared her body. Her eyes glowed a vibrant shade of blue. No irises. No pupils. Just two, bright, blue bulbs of energy in her sockets. She still wore the pink, fuzzy cuffs around each limb. But they no longer retrained her. The chains had been broken, forced apart. The remnants, dangling from each limb, swaying back and forth from the pure, pulsing energy she emit. He was no mewman expert, but he had a feeling, a dreadful, sickening feeling that the girl he'd… he'd… fallen in love with, was nowhere to be seen within the emotionless husk of a girl staring back at him.
Marco began to scoot backwards. With the new movement, the boy could now feel his bare bottom, dragging across the plush carpet, clear as day. He felt his boner bounce around freely, as he frantically crawled backwards. He looked down, his underwear was gone. What the hell? He never even felt them being taken off!
His retreat was halted when his back hit the wall. It made him jump. He felt cold steel press against his bare back. Marco prayed he was wrong about this.
She didn't…
Marco looked over to the exit where his worst fears were confirmed, seeing that damn metal safety-plate bolted over the door.
She did…
His heartrate doubled when he saw the floating girl begin to move forward. Her arms were loosely spread at each side and her hair spilled out from behind her devil-horned headband, flowing strands of silky blond hair, messily scattering in all directions, as if underwater.
This was bad. This was very very bad. Jesus, what was happening? Was she dangerous? H-He couldn't hit Star, even in self-defense. The thought alone made him feel sick.
"S-Star?"
"SILENCE, KNAVE!" Her voice boomed, knocking over small object from shelfs and tables. "THE ROYAL FAMILY GROWS TIRED OF THESE COLD, UNFEELING OBJECTS TOYING WITH THEIR CHILD-BARER!" She declared, in what sounded like multiple voices speaking in perfect unison. The princess tore the dildo and vibrator out of her pussy, throwing them to the ground before they burst into flames
Alright… not that he could fight this thing…
"YOU." She said, pointing at Marco. "YOU SHALL MAKE A SUFFICIENT MATE TO FATHER THE BUTTERFLY LINEAGE!"
The book said nothing about this! He needed to think. He needed to think fast, before he gets violently raped by a girl able to break apart steel chains and set things on fire! Maybe he could wake her up? It was a long shot. But it was the best plan he had.
"Yes, your highness!" he declared, taking a humble knee. "I submit to your whim, I shall father your children!"
The princess's face remained cold and lifeless, but Marco assumed it was pleased with this answer, as it slowly lowered itself down to him.
Come on…
Marco got to his feet, standing tall with a chest puffed out and a face stern with bravery. The boy could feel the invisible pulses of energy strengthening as she approached.
Just a little bit closer…
When she was about to reach eye level, just barely hovering over the floor, Marco lunged forward, grabbing her head and shoving his tongue into her mouth. He clenched his eyes tight, expecting to be torn in half or set on fire, any second now… But she didn't hurt him… her tongue actually began to dance with his. He could feel her heartbeat begin to slow against his chest. Her hands locked fingers behind his neck as she began to lower to the floor. Lower. Lower. Okay, she clearly wasn't planning on catching herself! Marco took a hold on her back, and dipped her down, like she did to him, so many moons ago, while they continued the magical kiss.
The boy eventually felt the girl's body go limp. The boy broke the kiss, a wave of concern washing over him as he gently laid her down onto the plush carpet of the bedroom. He put an ear up to her chest.
Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum… Bum-Bum…
The boy exhaled a huge sigh of relief. He looked down at the now sleeping girl. She was smiling. "Now that's how you kiss a girl." He proudly whispered to himself
Marco wiped the sweat off his brow. Jeez, he couldn't believe that actually worked. His attention was then directed over to the two flaming balls roaring on the carpet. He should… probably put those out…
…
"mmngh…" The princess grunted, her eyes slowly squinting open one at a time. She was lying in bed, body rolled to one side, her warm comforter draped cozily up to her neck, protecting her naked form from the cool air of the room. Ugh… What happened? She was roleplaying with Marco… and then… She just randomly… blacked out? And what was with the metal walls? There was no way she'd cast that spell again. Her thought process was halted by the realization of a warm body hugging her naked form from behind. It actually felt pretty nice. It was good to know Marco was still with her.
As she adjusted herself a bit, she felt something warm and… smooth, poking out between her thighs. She subtly swayed her hips, letting her thighs collect more information on the mystery object. It was slick, almost… slimy. The surface was cool, yet at the same time, generated a consistent amount of heat. What on Mewni…? It was too smooth to be Marco's… thing. But it was way too warm and soft to be one of her toys. Did Marco bring his own, or something?
"Well, rise and shine, your highness." A sweet voice cooed from behind her head.
"Nngh, wh-what happened?" she groaned, rubbing her eyes.
"Doesn't matter." He said warmly, letting go of the princess, and propping himself up with his elbow.
The object slipped out of her personal space, giving her an opportunity to look back at it. It was Marco's thing! But it looked… off. It seemed restricted, discolored, and glossy. "Um, Marco… what's up with your, um… dangly bit?" she said, awkwardly pointing to his erection.
"Oh, this? It's a condom. It stops the 'stuff' from going up inside you and getting you pregnant… Hey, better safe than sorry, right?"
The realization took a little time to properly sink in. "…W-Wait. Does that mean we're gonna… you want to… with me?"
Marco simply smiled, giving the princess a single nod.
"Eee-hee-hee-hee!" Star squealed giddily, hugging the boy as tight as she possibly could. "Wait" She said, reeling back to look him in the eyes. "What about the whole… Harmon thing?"
"Hormone?"
"Whatever. Aren't you still, you know… worried about them controlling you?" The smile now wiped from her face.
Marco took a deep breath. "I mean, sure I am, Star. But, you know what, I'm done worrying. I'm of clear enough mind to know what I want to do… And hey…" He continued, looking out into the distance. "Things might not work out in the end… and I'm alright with that… because, whatever happens, I can't really imagine living my life without you, right by my side. Be it as friend… or lover… Doesn't matter… As long as you're there…" He looked back over to the girl and smiled. "Sure, I might have regrets, and that thought scares me… But some things in life… you just can't pass up."
Star looked upon the boy with awe. Her lip began to quiver as tears began to well up in her eyes. "Marco…?"
"Hm?"
"How have you not gotten Jackie, yet?"
"What do you mean?"
The girl pulled him into a tight embrace, feeling the tears begin to roll down her cheeks. "You're just so perfect…"
The boy returned the embrace. "Heh, guess it just took the perfect girl to bring it out of me…"
"I love you!"
"… I-I love you too, Star…"
AW SHEEEEAYT NIGGA, the mutual L word has been dropped!
Ooch! It's sooo nice to finally write Star as cute and happy, again. Fetishistic bondage submissive roleplaying is sexy and all. But it's soo much more satisfying to do it romantically with the charm and personality of the actual characters. But that's just me. I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic…
I'm also a jaded cynic who believes that love and happiness are just chemical reactions and electric pulses in our weird head muscles… Emotions are weird.