The young reporter had a thing of wine in his hand as he knocked on the door. Given that the witches never seemed able to drink enough, he thought it pertinent to always bring another bottle.
He was delighted to see Bayonetta answer the door, wearing a beautiful, revealing dress that matched the shade of her hair. "Oh, hello! Come in."
The smile she had on showed she had been anticipating his arrival. She took the wine from him, thanking him graciously, before she put it on the living room table.
"You look amazing as ever, Bayonetta." "Thank you!" She spun, showing off the fabric she wore in great detail. Though the straps reached all the way up, the back of it had a diamond cutout, showing off skin and highlighting her curve.
"I actually tailored it myself. It was a little too… conservative for me." He smiled, loving the initiative she took to show off her femininity, as if anyone needed a reminder.
Looking around, Luka didn't see Jeanne, who had been present during the other dates he had been on. "So, is she upstairs?" "Hm?" "Jeanne, I mean." "Oh no, she had something to do. It's just us today."
Luka smiled again. He did like Jeanne; she was attractive, and very skilled in bed, but he wasn't interested in her like he was Bayonetta. Not to mention, polyamory with two umbra witches could be quite taxing on a mortal man.
"Great! I mean, sure." She raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother asking, leading him to the dining room. "Wait here a moment. Dinner should be about done." Plates and utensils were already adorning the wood table, as was a large candle, the wax black, just like her dress.
He took a seat, undoing his scarf and draping his jacket over the chair. Compared to Bayonetta, Luka was a lot less dressed for the occasion, though part of him believed she enjoyed his nonchalant attitude toward clothing.
The witch came in shortly after, carrying a large dish filled with pasta. The odor was unfamiliar to Luka, it smelled good, he supposed, but strange.
As she sat the bowl down, he got a good look: there were noodles, almost like spaghetti but thicker, and they were covered in a dark powdery material, as opposed to a red or white sauce.
It didn't really look appetizing. He tried not to let it bother him, though. "What dish is this?" Bayonetta watched him as he spoke, as if she could see the disapproval. "Strangozzi al tartufo nero."
"I can't say I've heard of it." "It's an Italian dish, as most pastas are. The sauce is black truffle." "And the noodles…" "I spent all day making them, you know. It's no easy task to hand-roll pasta."
Luka swallowed his hesitation, deciding to try it as it was clear Bayonetta put quite a bit of work in. "Well, it looks delicious!" He held his plate up, and she scooped a large portion onto his plate.
It looked even more foreboding on his plate, but he took a bite, feeling Bayonetta's icy eyes on him the entire time. To his surprise, it was delicious.
He took another. "Oh… this is exquisite!" Trying to retain his composure as he ate, he still ended up speaking through mouthfuls. "Mhm, I'd hope so." She dimmed the lights, before lighting the candle on the table.
As she began her meal, he slowed down, allowing them to conversate as they ate. "So, Luka, this is our first date alone together, isn't it?" "It certainly seems that way." "Do you have any expectations?"
"What do you mean?" He paused his meal, curious as to what she meant. "You've never been with me alone intimately. You see, I have quite a few kinks I like to explore with men. But they wouldn't really work with Jeanne."
"Oh really?" Luka smirked. "What kind of taboo are we talking about?" "Nothing too fancy. It's just, Jeanne enjoys being the star of the show when we play, so it's hard to present my own ideas." "Which are?" Bayonetta gave him a sharp look. "Finish your meal and I'll show you."
The two continued to chat idly, mostly about Luka's career in journalism and how he was progressing. As usual, he prodded for more information about the umbra and other supernatural subject matter, but couldn't illicit much from Bayonetta.
When the two had finished eating, they relaxed for a while. She put on a record, pulling up and they danced, swaying each other back and forth. Even though he had decent footwork, Bayonetta took the lead from Luka as they moved to the music.
Soon enough they began to make out, sitting down on the couch of the living room. She got on top, spreading her legs over his as they continued to kiss. She had been sucking on a lollipop after dinner, and her lips tasted like cherry.
Bayonetta got handsy, feeling his chest up his dress shirt. Luka let her without any obfuscation; she seemed very aggressive, in a good way. Her persona was much more submissive when they were around the dominant Jeanne.
Eventually they got tired of foreplay. Feeling the bulge in his pants as she kissed him, she decided to slide down, getting on her knees on the carpet. While smiling, she undid his belt, slipping it away and pulling his pants down.
"My, my! Excited, are we?" She teased the outline of his cock, rubbing it with her hand. Luka didn't say anything, but his breathing got a little heavier, anticipating the mind-blowing oral to come.
After much tease, she finally pulled the underwear off, and his penis sprang up, dripping a bead of precum. She smiled with a hint of sadism, not wanting to get him off just yet.
Bayonetta blew on it, literally. The cool air against his pulsing member caused Luka to moan a little, and she laughed, knowing just how sensitive he was. Grabbing it by the base with her hand, she began.
The witch moved very slowly up the shaft, applying a bit of pressure. When she got to the top, she removed her hand, watching a little more precum dribble down. She continued the process, alternating between hands, slowly getting all his excitement to the top.
Then she tightened her grip, picking up the pace, focusing on it exclusively with her left hand. Her handjob caused Luka to groan more, and she played with his balls using her right hand, being a little rougher than she had previous.
Bringing her hand up to the top, Bayonetta moved her head in, licking the side of the shaft up and down. It became clear she was teasing as long as possible before finally putting the head between her lips.
Next, she did just that, puckering up right against his cock, leaving a little lipstick mark on the head, before she slipped it in her mouth. In typical umbra fashion, she went down on it slowly, not needing to breath as she deepthroated the entire length.
"Oh… fucking christ…" Luka could barely contain himself as he went all the way down her throat. As he did, she grabbed his balls again firmly, putting the slightest amount of pressure on them as she pulled back up.
As the length left her mouth she let it spring out, watching her saliva drip off. Then she grabbed it again, using her spit as lube as she continued her handjob, this time with the opposite hand. More precum spewed out as her technique sent Luka into bliss.
She continued slowly deepthroating the cock, then jerking it, and repeating the pattern. It wasn't long before she could feel the veins of it pulsing. Bayonetta knew he was about to shoot, and she prepared for it.
Out of her mouth again, she stroked it up and down as she tongued his balls. Using the sounds he made as an indicator, Bayonetta worked it faster and faster, and just as his orgasm began, she stopped.
Completely pulling away, she removed her hands, letting the penis throb in the open air. "H-hey! What the fuck…" Laughing sadistically, Bayonetta watched as Luka's orgasm was ruined.
His cock still throbbed repeatedly, his body unsure if he was really cumming or not. A few seconds later, the tiniest bit of semen dribbled out of him, and she moved up, placing her head just below it so the cum landed on her tongue.
"You… sadistic… bitch…" She smiled again, licking her lips. "Mmm… I love the way ruined boys taste." Luka just stared, a little angry yet fascinated. "Come now, darling. You didn't think I'd let you cum already, did you? Today, you're going to have to earn that release."
Looking at her with surprise, Luka was pulled up, and lead by the hand upstairs, his cock still mostly erect. Bayonetta made sure to swivel her hips back and forth, showing off her unrealistic figure to entice him more.
As they entered the room, the young man noticed the bedposts. They each had a pair of handcuffs attached to them, one aligned with the post, and another free, awaiting a wrist or ankle to cling onto.
"Are those for you, or for me?" Bayonetta flaunted herself. "I think you know the answer to that." Hesitantly, Luka got on the bed, lying straight down, unsure of what was to come.
As he did, Bayonetta removed her dress. She was down to her laced bra and panties, accessorized by stockings as he'd come to expect. Wasting no time, she walked around the bed, securing each of his limbs.
When she was done, she slid her underwear off. "Luka, Luka, Luka…" She got onto the bed, climbing directly onto his abdomen. "Your oral skills aren't terrible, but you could still use some tutoring. How lucky of you to have a teacher like me."
Still straddling him, she moved forward, and before hearing his response, sat down onto her face. It took a second but Luka quickly began working with his tongue. She was already moist because of how excited ruining his handjob had made her earlier.
"Mmm… focus a little higher…" Bayonetta adjusted her weight just slightly, allowing him to properly tongue her clit. "Yes, right there!" She threw her head back, and swayed her torso around a little, soaking Luka in her excitement as she felt her bust sway.
Luka's tongue was tired, but Bayonetta didn't let him rest. "Don't get slower, get faster." He obliged, and following her expert instructions, he quickly brought her to orgasm.
As she came she raised herself up a little, before slamming back down onto his tongue. The witch couldn't really tell given her position, but she hoped the majority of her squirt got into his mouth.
When she was done, she dismounted him, as if she was getting off a horse. Luka was breathing heavily, still squirming a little in his bindings. "How'd I do?" Bayonetta smiled. "You show great promise."
She got on the bed, leaning over past his head. Her position made it obvious what she wanted as she slipped her bra off. "I hope you know what to do with a woman's chest."
Luka's instinctual response was to squeeze, but given his restraints, that wasn't an option. Instead, Bayonetta pushed one of her tits into his mouth, and he slowly latched on, not totally sure of the pace or the force to use. He made adjustments based on Bayonetta's moans.
As an umbra, most of her body was sexually erogenous. Whereas most women get minor sensations from their boobs during play, Bayonetta's were as sensitive as her sex organ, and she adored Luka sucking on them.
She reached her arm down as he did, grabbing his cock and not hesitating to start a proper handjob. Luka ensured he worked her nipple the best he could, hoping he'd be rewarded with a proper orgasm.
A few minutes later, Bayonetta adjusted herself, pushing her other boob into his mouth. She moaned in pleasure as Luka worked her, and he moaned too as her hand slid up and down on his cock.
When she had had enough, Bayonetta slid back off the bed, still not letting go of the cock as she moved down to it. As she was close, she placed both of her hands on it, covering the entirety of the shaft, forcefully working it up and down like a pump.
"Ffffuck me…." Luka continued to struggle, his body unable to escape the pleasure. "Go on boy, cum for me." With a few final thrusts, Luka reached his climax, and Bayonetta kept working him through it. He shot a foot or two up into the air, his load covering his chest and the mattress.
Bayonetta hungrily licked the cum from his skin, making eye contact with him as she did. Then she released the cuffs, letting him finally relax his arms. She climbed into bed next to him.
"I knew you always had that dominant gene in you." Bayonetta laughed again. "All umbra do. But Jeanne's is so much more pronounced… I get submissive when I'm around her."
"So, what's next?" She cuddled up to him. "Let's just… lay here for a moment." He didn't say anything else, just smiling as the woman of his dreams hugged him, resting her head on his chest.