Blair had been training Crona for a little over a month now, the boy getting much better at working her body with his hands, tongue, and cock.
Currently, in fact, they were inside his room, his member pumping roughly into the magical cat's tight, needy ass.
Blair had been much more relaxed lately thanks to a consistent source of fun, and Crona had been getting progressively more confident in himself from it as well.
Mind you, this new found confidence seemed to melt like a sand castle in a tidal wave when he came within twenty feet of Maka. As Blair took the boy's rutting, she leaned back against him and whispered her plan for how to help him.
She could tell he was getting better immediately, as a month ago such a proposition would have rendered him catatonic with panic.
Now, though, Crona contemplated it as his hips continued to rut into Blair. Her plan was a simple one, as all the best ones were. He was nervous about Maka because he wasn't confident he would be able to please her properly.
He could please Blair of course, but there was always the off chance that this was just him learning all Blair's specific needs as opposed to becoming a better lover overall. So, he simply needed to practice with other women as well.
If he could successfully satisfy many many, then he would have the confidence he needed to approach Maka. Blair's tail curled around him as she asked him to pick someone, and she would help him get them into bed.
She... was surprised by his answer. She would have assumed Tsubaki, perhaps one of the Thompson Sisters; maybe both if he was feeling particularly gutsy for once.
But instead, Crona asked for Marie Mjolnir. The Death Scythe woman had in fact been working more hands on with Crona during normal schooling Blair supposed, so perhaps it wasn't completely out of the blue.
After he had admitted to everything he had done with and for Medusa and owned up to it, she'd been surprisingly keen on helping him. She perhaps just felt sorry for the poor boy, as a great many did.
He'd even started helping her as a sort of assistant lately, helping her sort out papers and other busy work that wasn't very hard but tended to drag on far too long.
"Alright Crona baby~" Blair purred, mind already cooking something up; though it briefly when blank when she felt him starting to cum, filling her up intensely and making it rather hard for her to scheme.
Crona was helping Marie with her papers tonight. It was a normal part of the weekly routine, but Crona knew tonight was different.
He was as nervous as always of course, if less panicked. He breathed deeply to calm himself, using logic to combat fear.
They had a plan, there was no need to be worried. Marie, on the other hand, wasn't aware of anything different. She'd gotten quite used to having Crona around to help.
She hadn't known for some time where his extra energy and new confidence had come from, and hadn't particularly minded either. As far as she was concerned, he was doing better and that was all that mattered. It was pure chance that she did end up finding out the cause. She'd been passing by his cell one night when she'd heard strange noises coming from it.
In an attempt to make sure he was alright, she had peeked in and found Blair riding him like a stallion. She'd been shocked in the moment, though the more she thought about it the more sense it made. He was a growing boy after all.
Despite his origins it did make sense for him to want such things. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about Blair for capitalizing on such desires, but so long as everything was being done consensually it was hardly her business.
It was making Crona happier as well, which was even better. So she had said nothing, and allowed Crona to continue helping her with her work.
He was an excellent assistant. As they worked, Crona noticed how stiff Marie's shoulders were when they moved.
After some time, he offered her a massage to ease the tension. Curious of Crona even being capable of this, and quite honestly in need of it, Marie accepted the offer and allowed Crona to begin rubbing her shoulders.
She was surprised by the skill he worked her over with, not knowing that this too was a talent practiced and honed from time with Blair. She found it hard to focus as she enjoyed the release of tension in her shoulders, and barely thought about it when Crona asked her to remove her jacket so he could do more of her.
She hesitated slightly a few moments later when he suggested she remove her shirt as well, but then complied and lifted her shirt off. It was just a massage after all, no need to feel odd about it.
Crona continued to massage her, eyes only briefly glancing don at her large breasts covered now only by a black bra as he continued to work.
His fingers grew black as he focused his blood through them to increase strength and precision as he worked knots from her shoulders. He had been learning how to unitize his powers in non-evil or chaotic ways lately, and Blair had been particularly fond of this one.
As was Marie it seemed, who was only lost further into the pleasure of the intense massage.
She did snap back to reality when her bra fell away, not even having noticed Crona's unclasping it. She started to question Crona, but her question was muffled by the boy's lips against hers. One of his hands moved to her chest, working them over with the same skill he had massaged her as his other hand moved down between her legs, slipping passed her pants and underwear and digging into her pussy with the same precision.
She groaned in pleasure at the sensation. She felt instinctively guilty for doing so, but couldn't help how amazing it felt to her. She tried to fall back on rationality and logic, to make herself move and stop Crona, reprimand him like she knew she should.
But she couldn't make herself do anything but moan in those moments; Crona's tongue pressing against and tangling around her own as she did so.
She hadn't felt this good in quite awhile. She felt like a woman as the pleasure pulsed through her from the boy's fingers alone. She came from the feeling after some time-Marie couldn't have kept track if she'd tried.
The next thing she knew, Crona was lifting her from her chair onto the desk. She hadn't even noticed it be cleared off, but as he lowered her down onto it there was no clutter, like it were a ready made bed for her.
He leaned down, Marie not lifting a finger for a moment to stop him as he began to kiss and suck on her breasts, his groping getting rougher now and the pleasure more intense. Marie didn't recall him undressing her lower half, but realized after some time that she was fully naked now.
Slightly ashamed, she realized she may have removed them herself while lost in the enjoyment of this pleasure. She wasn't sure.
She shook as she came again from his tending to her, panting as he stepped back and, seeming to genuinely not realize how much pleasure he'd brought the woman before him until that moment, blushed slightly and began to undress himself. His body was quite a bit more muscled than it had been, which Blair had been personally pleased with seeing.
But that wasn't what drew Marie's attention. She hadn't thought to move from her position splayed out on the desk, and so when Crona finished undressing, his thick, solid member was directly before her face as though presented to her.
"M-may I fuck you to make you feel better Marie Sensei?" He asked, his voice just as cute and sweet as ever.
Marie hesitated for a long, slow moment that made Crona quite nervous before her lead leaned towards his crotch. She'd passed the point of no return when she'd let him play with her body, she thought to herself, may as well go all the way with it.
Crona whimpered and moaned as he felt Marie's mouth take in his member, hands moving back to her breasts to please her more as she tended to his rod. Good as her warm, wet mouth felt around his member, Crona didn't feel comfortably just being on the receiving end of the fun.
This was meant to be a form of training for him after all. He moved away from her and around to the other side, climbing up onto the desk between her legs.
He lined up to her slit, but didn't go further until Marie asked him to. Upon seeing her nod, Crona immediately rammed to the base inside of the woman. The boy still needed to practice going slow. He tended to just go all out right out of the gate.
Mind you, Blair had never minded and thankfully neither did Marie, who cried out in bliss as she felt his thick polearm of a cock filling her hot, needy womb.
The moisture from her mouth work and previous orgasms-and her general above normal durability as a death scythe-made it much easier to take Crona's rough base as he hammered into her like he was intending to embed a nail into the pavement with a jackhammer.
Marie was quite certain some terrible sexual pun could be made about this pertaining to nailing and being hammered, but was far too intoxicated on the pleasure being rutted through her to think about it.
Crona leaned over her body, continuing to please her chest as he pounded into her, hilting himself with each powerful thrust, fucking her womb with all the strength and skill he had practiced.
Marie hadn't had this kind of fun in longer than she would have liked to admit, and as guilty as she felt to accept it from the boy, she'd be lying if she didn't admit that some small part of her was turned on by such intense pleasure coming from such a cute and otherwise submissive boy.
Crona didn't slow when he felt Marie cumming again, her third for the night. His hands moved from her chest down to her legs, moving them up and lifting them as far as they could go. She was more flexible than Crona would have assumed, the boy not even realizing he'd done it until he already had.
Being as flexible and spry as she was, Blair was quite fond of having him positioning her with stretches and bends and he had gone to the position on instinct.
But he hadn't hurt her it seems, and so he kept at it, drilling into her faster. The boy couldn't have known quite how much he was underestimating it.
Far from hurting her, Marie's mind was bathing in euphoria. She'd never been in a position like this. Her moans were quite certainly echoing down the falls by now, but she couldn't fathom what it would feel like to give a fuck.
She felt her fourth climax brewing as she imagined people hearing what they were doing, listening to them fuck like rabbits with no idea what was actually happening; but it was the feeling of Crona's release deep inside of her that brought her over.
The world went white for a few moments, and Marie was genuinely uncertain if she screamed or simply went silent as she felt it. Crona didn't seem bothered either way, shaking from the sensation of his own release.
His hips never stopped though, hips smacking into her more even as they came together, fucking her even as she was stuffed like a turkey and managing to force her into one more orgasm, an even five to his one.
He could tell from her expression that he'd gotten her to the 'point of nirvana', as Blair had called it when teaching Crona. The two caught their breath together for some time, their combined releases leaking from Marie onto the desk, forming quite a mess.
Crona steeled his nerves and spoke the words Blair had instructed him to say when he had gotten Marie to this point.
"Would you like to join my harem?" He asked this without full knowledge of what a harem even was, but-for good or for ill-he trusted Blair and followed her instructions. Marie, having only about ten percent of her total brain power at the moment, couldn't think to respond with anything but a yes. Crona smiled and began to move her.
According to Blair, Crona had been told, new harem members would be upset, even offended, if not 'marked.' He didn't want to upset someone he cared about, so he had to make certain.
Marie didn't realize what Crona was doing until she was already on her front and felt the boy's tip pressing against her other, much tighter hole.
She tried to make herself tell him to stop, but she couldn't make herself do it. She didn't want to tell him to stop. She simply grit her teeth to keep herself quiet as Crona proceeded to slam himself into her from behind with somehow even less gentleness than he'd managed the first time.
Above them, and entirely unknown to Marie, Blair watched from a hatch in the ceiling.
The things that had been on the desk, as well as Marie's pants and underwear-the latter the kinky cat most definitely intended to keep for her personal use-were scattered around her, having simply dropped around her when she'd magicked them up to her to avoid any snags in her lovely little protege's progress.
As for his next step, though, Blair looked to the door of the office, where Tsubaki was watching them intently, biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood with her fingers making aggressive circles between her legs, the ninja girl would do nicely~