The platinum blonde had woken up very early. Her partner was still asleep when she had got out of bed. She headed downstairs, pouring a cup of the already primed coffee out of the machine.
The sky was a dark shade of blue indicating how ungodly of an hour it was. Jeanne finished off her beverage quickly, and hopped on her motorcycle, pulling away in a low gear so she didn't wake Bayonetta up.
Only about half an hour later, she arrived at the school. It was still winter break for a little under another week, but she was able to let herself in with the keys she had swiped from the flirtatious janitor a month prior.
Jeanne loathed her walk to her classroom. Ordinarily, she enjoyed her work, but completely forgetting to mark the term finals for one of her classes had left her stressed, constantly bothered by emails from the dean and angry parents.
Walking into her classroom, she pulled back the drawer of her desk, collecting the papers up into her arms and heading back out the door. Annoyed, but determined to finish the several hours of marking, she walked back outside, completely forgetting what day it was.
When she finally had parked back at home, the sky was lighter, though still indicative of an early morning. She got off her bike, retrieving the key and entering the house. Shutting the door behind her, she was greeted by a familiar face.
Sat on the couch, Bayonetta was still wearing the lacey nightgown she was sleeping in. She greeted her girlfriend with a smile. Jeanne didn't notice the small present sat on the coffee table.
"Oh, I'm sorry Cereza. I didn't mean to have woken you up." Jeanne walked by her, not even making eye contact as she moved past. Bayonetta said nothing, only staring at her partner from the sofa.
Jeanne took her coat off, hanging it on the hallway rack, before once again turning around to head up the stairs, papers in hand. Bayonetta's gaze caught her this time, though.
"What is it?" "Jeanne…" The black-haired witch reached to the table, grabbing the gift and handing it to her partner. Jeanne was surprised. "It's for you!"
"Wait, what? Wasn't Christmas last month?" She tugged at the ribbon. "You do know what day it is, don't you?" Jeanne remained puzzled. "Uhm, January 6th, I think." Bayonetta laughed a little as Jeanne finally unwrapped the gift.
"It's your birthday!" "My birthday?" Stopping to think for a moment, the younger woman froze. "Oh, so it is! I-I've really not been paying attention."
Caught off guard, Jeanne took the box, heading up the stairs. "Thank you, for the gift. But I really must get to work." Bayonetta was understandably mad, her girlfriend not even bothering to open the gift before she walked away.
A few minutes later, she met Jeanne in her office, a stern look on her face. "Care to tell me why you're so stressed?" Jeanne was on her second cup of coffee, marking away with a pen. Her present was still unopened, the box discarded at the corner of her desk.
"Cereza, I've got a lot of work to do…" Her unenthusiastic reply caused Bayonetta to move further in. She sat on the closer end of Jeanne's desk. "What's the matter? Today's supposed to be a happy one."
Pushing out of her desk, the long-haired woman stood up, staring at Bayonetta. "Look, I don't need to be told it's my birthday, okay?! I've had enough… reminders of my own mortality. Just forget it about it, please."
Taking a breath before sitting down, Jeanne wheeled herself back up to the desk. "Now, Cereza, I really have a lot of work to get done." Her partner left without another word. Jeanne didn't mean to get angry with her, and she cursed herself for not having a better handle on her emotions.
The poor way the conversation was left distracted the teacher as she marked, and she found her eyes wandering over to the gift Bayonetta had left her. Oh, what the hell? She pulled the remainder of paper off of it, and opened the stout black box.
She picked up the curious item, struggling to comprehend it for a moment. It was a hot pink ball, attached at either side with an adjustable leather strap. "What the fuck…?"
As she studied it, the ball seemed to roll around her hand, as if being magnetized by something. When it finally dawned on Jeanne that she was holding a ball gag, she opened her mouth to call her partner. "Cereza! What're you thinki…"
She was suddenly cut off as the gag propelled itself between her parsed lips without warning. "Mmphf!" Trying to grab at the strap to retrieve it, Jeanne's hand missed, the leather flipping around to the back of her head, tightening automatically as far as it could.
"Mmmmmphf!" Jeanne struggled, failing to remove the gag that seemingly had a mind of its own. To her further surprise, she tried to pull at the fasten behind her head, and the leather reacted, extending itself to wrap around her wrists, tightening them together.
Jeanne was now in her chair, gagged with her hands tied behind her bead. Dumbstruck and helpless, she sat still for a moment. Bayonetta walked in a little while later, this time wearing a much tighter black skirt with a sheer top.
She placed a briefcase on the guest bed that occupied the office. Jeanne remained gagged, staring at her partner with wide eyes.
"My, my… for someone that hates their birthday, you certainly were eager to get into your present, hm?" Bayonetta didn't look as she spoke, instead disassembling the contents of the briefcase onto the bed.
"Mmmmmph! Hmmphf!" Jeanne struggled with her arms again, standing up only to be shoved back down into the chair by her partner. "To be honest, darling, your attitude of late has been very unladylike. I decided, for your birthday gift, that I'd take care of that."
Bayonetta retrieved another leather strap from the case, similar to the one belonging to the gag. She held it up to her partner. "Oh, yes, it's enchanted. As is the one in your mouth."
Wasting no time, she stooped down, wrapping the strap around Jeanne's ankles before the witch had time to move. It tightened instantly. "MMMMPHF!" Now completely bound, Jeanne flopped in her chair as Bayonetta admired her work.
Picking her up casually, the dominant tossed her on the bed. Jeanne protested through the gag once more as she landed ungracefully on her front. She tried to roll over, only to be stopped by Bayonetta straddling her.
A pair of scissors in hand, she cut through the bound woman's top, pulling it off from her back. She did the same with her bottoms, leaving only her underwear still on.
She got off, allowing Jeanne to flip herself over. That wicked bitch! "Mphf! MMMMPHF!" Bayonetta had her back turned, withdrawing something from the case. Spinning back around, she had a large magic wand vibrator in her hand.
Bayonetta got onto the bed, slowly moving towards her partner. Jeanne failed to crawl back. Those vibrators were incredibly powerful and she was afraid it would ruin her.
Snaking around her, Bayonetta caught Jeanne, positioning herself so she was behind the sub. Reaching around, she squeezed one of her nipples through the bra. "Now, you're going to be good, or I'm going to start you on high. Got it?
An intimidated nod was all she got from Jeanne, who was scared by the dominant energy possessing Bayonetta. "Good girl." Aggressively fondling a tit with her left hand, she instructed the toy with her right, lowering it and buzzing just above Jeanne's crotch.
Though it wasn't on target, and low power, she still wriggled in her partner's grip, her nerves incredibly sensitive to the vibrations. Trying to get away, Bayonetta held her firm, working each B-cup with her hand.
Jeanne had gotten moist already, dampening her panties as her girlfriend decided to move the vibrator down. It was now pressed directly against her clit, and though it was masked by fabric, the sensations were still hard to bear.
Bayonetta refused to let her squirm away, though. "Keep still. I'm going to drive you fucking insane." Sucking on her partner's neck, the witch adjusted the vibrator head so it was covering nearly all of Jeanne's pussy.
By her muscles flexing in the binds, Bayonetta knew she was close to climaxing. As she finally did, Jeanne moaned through her gag, and her domme adjusted the dial on the vibrator, turning it up higher and applying even more pressure.
Jeanne squirmed as hard as she could, stunned by the sudden overload as her orgasm continued. Still, Bayonetta forced her to absorb the pleasure, holding her in place. "You're cumming twice!"
Helpless to the powerful vibrations, Jeanne's first climax seemed to die just a little bit until it spiked far higher than before, a second orgasm taking over. She moaned autonomically, held in place, enduring it as her mind broke.
Bayonetta kept her pleasured for a few more minutes. When she had finished, the witch's panties were soaked, and the other quickly ripped them off her.
Deciding to let Jeanne breath, she loosened the gag, it responding instantly to her magic touch. It hung around the submissive's neck. "You… motherfucker…"
"I hope you're not tired, Jeanne. The best is yet to come." Bayonetta got off the bed, circling back around to the front of it. Then she spoke again, only it wasn't English. "Galgon tal drux – graphveh pa!"
Jeanne's eyes grew wide as she recognized the incantation; it was the same she had used back when her and Bayonetta had first gotten together. A purple illumination flooded the room as the black-hired witch steadied herself.
A few seconds later, the light had dissipated. Jeanne's attention was still caught, though. Peeking well out of Bayonetta's skirt, she could see a ridiculously huge cock, thick and hard, already dripping with precum.
Bayonetta was staring at it herself. She bent her hand down, stroking the rod and moaning as the the liquid flowed thicker.
The spell was an ancient one, outlawed early on in the clan's history. To no surprise, it was a potent one too. The penis was overly sensitive, almost five times that of a normal mans. Not to mention oversized. Hormones flooded Bayonetta, as she instinctively approached the bound woman on the bed.
"H-hang on, Cereza… I don't think I can…" Possessed by her cock, the witch paid no mind to her partners complaints, flipping Jeanne so she was on her belly again. She mounted her in doggystyle while breathing heavily, her magic cock leaking a river of precum.
The bound at her ankles seemed to dissipate as Bayonetta neared. Without warning, Jeanne's legs were split apart, and a second later, the head was pushing at herJeanne's pussy, easily two times as wide as the opening.
"T-that's not going to fit!" Too caught up in her arousal, Bayonetta thrust anyway. She breathed heavy and loud, her mind only focusing on entering Jeanne. Finally, with the right angle, she was able to work her way in.
The younger witch screamed as she was penetrated. It was beyond shocking. But the precum flowing out of Bayonetta magically commanded her walls to open, and she became looser far quicker than normal.
Her partner was a zombie, entirely commanded by the primal need to empty her load. So she kept thrusting in, as deep as she could, as Jeanne moaned in a mix of mind breaking pleasure and pain.
A minute later, and Bayonetta was all the way in. Her cock still oozed the precum, lubing Jeanne up and adding to the pleasure of them both. Leading over her back, the top gripped her neck, as she slid out and thrust in again.
It was slow at first, growing faster as she stretched Jeanne out. The two continued to moan in unison. Bayonetta was completely enslaved by the unnatural pleasure each thrust granted her, and Jeanne struggled to stay conscious, her already worked pussy wrapping around the cock like a sleeve.
Eventually Bayonetta reached such a pace where she was slamming into Jeanne and pulling out every second. By that point, the sub had cum multiple times, her thoughts completely scrambled yet again.
Though she could barely tell through the waves of pleasure, Bayonetta reached her magically enabled climax, adding to the liters of precum with a thick and viscous load of her umbran semen.
Jeanne was flooded, her slim body unable to handle it. The liquid squirted out of her as she tightened once more around Bayonetta, achieving an orgasm that she hadn't felt anything close to yet. The pair remained connected, both cumming for minutes, and from their perspective, seemingly endlessly.
When it had finished, they were both breathing like they had ran a marathon. After she was done the insemination, Bayonetta's sanity returned, and she withdrew from her partner, unclogging her as more of the magical semen poured out.
She lay next to Jeanne, who was entirely ruined, still panting. She affectionately placed her nose against the back of her girlfriend's neck.
"Happy birthday, darling." Jeanne registered it, though she was simply unable to reply, as her body tried to recover from the insane pleasuring it was forced to undergo. The term papers she was already late on still remained unmarked on her desk.