Lemon takes place between Chapters 44 and 45.
"Ahh... that was fun." Roxas remarked, walking into the house of the woman that he'd just spent a long-awaited day out with. The date had been damn fun, all things considered: a trip to the park in the late morning and a luxury café for lunch, a movie, walking around Berlin, dinner at a high-class-but-not-too-fancy restaurant and now, what was likely going to be a fun night.
Shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the nearest chair, Roxas turned around and looked over at the woman he'd had his date with, who was coming through the door dressed in surprisingly casual attire... which just made her look even more gorgeous than she usually did.
"Yes, I'll have to admit that it was." Winter Schnee replied, pulling some keys out of her pocket and locking the door to her home with them, before tossing them on a table and stretching. "Worth the long, long, long wait to finally have one." she remarked, fixing Roxas with a slightly hard look. Roxas turned around and grinned.
"So, you HAVE wanted a date with me all this time." he retorted. "Heh, knew it. As well as other things, I guess?"
"I-!" Winter tried to verbally attack back, but after realising that she'd walked into that comeback, sighed and walked past her silver-haired childhood friend, who smirked as she went past.
"Want something to drink?" the former Schnee Heiress asked Roxas, as she reached her kitchen. "You said all the drinks at the restaurant weren't exactly your thing, so I figured you'd want something simpler when we got back."
"Tea, I guess." Roxas replied. "Cream and five sugars, please."
"Just like Ruby." Winter muttered, under her breath, as she walked out of sight into the kitchen. Roxas could hear the sound of a kettle being put on as he walked into Winter's living room and flopped down on the nearest couch. Letting out a breath, Roxas relaxed on the furniture, before hearing something crinkling underneath the cushion he had rested his head on.
Curious by what he'd rested his head on, Roxas reached under the cushion. After fumbling around for a second or two, he pulled out what he recognised a second later as a magazine.
It took him another second to realise the contents of the magazine, going by the cover... it was a porn magazine. That, judging by the cover, catered to those who were into BDSM, particularly femdom.
'Why does it not surprise me AT ALL that Winter would have something like this?' Roxas thought to himself, opening up the magazine and beginning to thumb through it, more out of curiosity than any wish to get off. However, before he could get very far into the magazine and its contents, the sound of Winter making her way back into the living room could be heard. As quick as he'd pulled it out, Roxas shoved the magazine back under the cushion that he'd found the magazine under, and straightened up while turning around to see Winter coming his way.
She'd shed her jacket, showing off the short-sleeved shirt that she had on underneath that hugged her attractive figure, and held two cups, one in either hand. After silently sitting down and handing off Roxas' tea to him, she teleported a TV remote to her with a wave of her hand, before using said remote to turn the TV on.
"Heh, this is nice." Roxas remarked, taking a sip of the tea that Winter had brought him. Winter relaxed herself, and allowed herself to shift slightly closer to Roxas.
"Yeah." she replied, idly focusing on the show that was playing as she took a sip out of her own drink. "It's... satisfying, to be able to relax like this every once in a while, isn't it?"
"You know it." Roxas nodded, taking another gulp out of his tea. "I guess you get why I try to relax so often, don't I?"
"I can certainly see the appeal, as little as I'd enjoy lazing about myself." Winter replied. "How's the tea?"
"It's good." Roxas answered, holding the hot mug close to him before taking another gulp. "I mean, I'm happy with any drink so long as it doesn't taste like piss. I guess that makes my tastes... simple and unrefined, those the words your dad uses?"
"Among other Devils, yeah." Winter nodded, a small scowl forming on her face at the mention of her father as she took another gulp out of her drink. "Mainly the prick nobles, though."
"Hmm." Roxas nodded in reply, taking another sip of his own tea. "Either way, point is, this tea's great, thanks for it."
"You're very welcome." Winter replied. "I'm glad you like it." Her eyes quickly flicked down to the mug of tea that Roxas held in his hand, and focused on it for half a second as Roxas lifted the mug up to his lips again and drunk down the rest of the tea in one long, continuous gulp, before putting the mug down on the table right in front of the couch that Roxas and Winter sat on.
Almost immediately after Roxas put the now-empty mug down, having fully swallowed the tea that Winter made for him, his eyelids suddenly began to feel heavy. He then suddenly flopped to one side, in the opposite direction of where Winter was sitting. Winter could only raise an eyebrow as Roxas fully conked out, and landed on the couch, now unconscious.
'Didn't think that the spell would take effect as quickly as it did.' Winter thought, as she set her own drink down. 'But oh well.'
She sat up, lifted Roxas up and off the couch with ease, slung him over her shoulder, and strode over to her room. A rather lustful smirk formed on her face at the thought of what was about to happen.
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The first thing Roxas did, as he slowly came to after an unknown amount of time, was let out a loud subconscious yawn. The next thing he did was mentally acknowledge that he was lying on an exceptionally comfortable surface.
As he opened his eyes, he instantly realised where he was: still in Winter's house, and lying on a bed that he could only assume to be hers. He tried to move his hand down to his butt to scratch an itch that had formed there, but then realised that his hands had been restrained to the bed by a magic spell of some kind. Deciding that breaking free from the spell merely to scratch his ass would be too much effort, Roxas simply jostled his ass around, rubbing it on Winter's mattress in order to satisfy the itch, which worked nicely.
Once that was done, Roxas' mind shifted to the next question that formed in his mind, one that seemed rather obvious: how the hell did he get from here to Winter's room without knowing?
Well, given that he was in Winter's room, and the place smelled like her, he was pretty certain that it was genuinely her room. So that was one mystery solved.
Before he could dwell on it any further, however, the door to Winter's closet (located to his immediate right) opened, and Winter walked out, coming into his view. This, normally, wouldn't have elicited any kind of reaction from Roxas, he had been spending the whole day with her after all. It was what she was WEARING that made his eyes widen and his cock stir.
Winter was wearing a simple yet EXTREMELY sexy dominatrix outfit. A tight leather corset that hugged and accentuated her voluptuous figure, matching gloves, a thong that barely covered her crotch and a suspender belt underneath held up her fishnet stockings, with a pair of high-heels completing the image.
The fact that all of those items of clothing were jet-black in colour complimented Winter's snow-white hair, and made her look even hotter than she already was.
"D-damn, Winter." Roxas remarked, from his position on her bed, covered up by Winter's blanket as he was. The 'how' in how he'd gotten into this situation fully clicked into place. "If you wanted to fuck me, you could've just asked. Was lacing my tea with a sleeping spell really necessary, though?"
"I'll be asking the questions, Roxas." Winter replied, her voice hard as she strode confidently towards the bed and climbed onto it, straddling Roxas with ease. The only thing separating Winter from being directly sat on Roxas' cock and balls was the aforementioned blanket.
A small smirk crossed Winter's face for a fraction of a second as she felt Roxas' cock enlargen beneath her, but she otherwise ignored that as she leant forward, offering the restrained Roxas a very generous look at her impressive clevage.
"My first one being..." Winter paused for dramatic effect. "Why did you fuck my mother?"
...
"What?" Roxas blinked, looking up at Winter. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't act like you haven't forgotten, Roxas!" Winter raised her voice and pressed a little more of her body weight onto Roxas' cock, causing Roxas to moan out. She also shifted her hips back and forth on top of him, which in turn made him moan louder. "Not even a month ago I saw you coming out of my mother's wine cellar, looking like you'd just gotten done fucking her into next week! Why?!"
Had this been any other situation, Roxas would've been chuckling at the idea of Winter Schnee dropping two f-bombs in such quick succession, but now all he could focus on was Winter's question... as well as the fact that she was grinding on him pretty damn hard.
Though as she did so...
FLASHBACK:
"I think four bottles would make for sufficient compensation, Roxas." Willow Schnee spoke to Roxas, as she leant on the door to her wine cellar after leading Roxas inside. The current Schnee matriarch was dressed in nothing but a white lace nightgown that looked like it was barely able to hold in her sizeable bust, her face was rather flushed, her hair looked pretty frizzled and she positively REEKED of that distinctive sexual smell. Though she wore a lacy thong to protect her modesty, a suspicious white substance still trickled down her legs.
"Though after how good you were, I'd be more than happy to give you more." The Schnee matriach added.
"With how much you've got in here, Willow, I somehow doubt you'd miss it if I took 20 bottles, never mind four." Roxas replied, as he looked around the room and eyed up bottles. He was dressed in casual clothes, and had the same sexual smell as Willow around him. "Who needs this much booze, anyway? Let alone enough to fill up a room as big as this?"
"Someone who hosts a lot of parties with guests that like to drink, as well as someone who has a pretty major taste for the stuff after long enough of being married to a tiny-pricked prick." Willow replied, looking down at the floor for a second before back up at Roxas. "Trust me, you'd be tempted too."
Roxas looked back at Willow for a second, before turning back to the bottles on the wall.
"I'll take your word for it." he replied, spreading his ten wings and floating himself up to a bottle on the wall. After pulling it out of its place, he dropped back to the ground and pulled out two more bottles that were situated more-or-less next to each other. Holding the three bottles up with magic, Roxas pulled out a fourth and final bottle, adding it to the holding spell he had cast on all of the bottles before sending all four to a pocket-dimension. "As well as those bottles. Taking more was tempting, but sex with you is a reward in itself."
"All good choices." Willow replied, her face going a slightly deeper red. "And you flatter me, really." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Roxas', holding the kiss for a second or two before she pulled back. "Anyway, I like to think that this was a successful contract. For both of us~"
"Oh, hell yeah." Roxas smirked, sneakily groping her ass as he walked past, stretching as he left the wine cellar. Willow followed, shutting and locking the room behind her. She leant on the shut door as Roxas opened a transportation-circle for himself. He turned around to Willow as he did so.
"Hope you summon me again soon." The Nephalem remarked, not noticing the other transportation-circle opening right behind him.
"Oh, I will." Willow replied, just as Roxas turned around and walked towards the circle that he'd cast... only to realise who was standing in front of him, having come out of a transportation-circle of their own: Winter and her younger sister Weiss, the current Heiress of the Schnee Clan.
Weiss had pale skin, as opposed to Winter's fairer skin tone. She had pale-blue eyes and long white hair that was pulled back into an off-centre ponytail on the right side, and pinned with a silver, icicle-shaped tiara. She stood about half a foot smaller than Winter, and had a scar that ran vertically down her left eye and face. She currently wore a white, double-breasted pea coat with black piping, cuffs, and buttons over a white, pleated full skirt with black lace trim. A pair of white, thigh-high boots with black heels and lace-topped black stockings completed the outfit.
Roxas didn't stop walking as he saw Winter and Weiss. He even gave Winter a small wink as he walked through the transportation-circle, which closed behind him and left Winter and Weiss to stare at their nightgown-clad mother, expressions of mixed shock and surprise on both of their faces.
There was silence between Weiss, Winter and Willow, before Willow summoned a glass of wine (presumably from her bedroom) and took a sip, before speaking up.
"Neither of you are gonna tell Jacques about this, are you?"
Flashback end
"Oh, yeah." Roxas replied, looking slightly uncomfortable as he stared up at Winter, who was giving him an expression so cold that it would've given Esdeath on her worst days a run for her money. "You walked in on me and your mom just as I was leaving."
"NOW he remembers." Winter remarked, slightly sarcastically as she leant forward again. "Why were you even with Mother in the first place? And how long have you been seeing her?"
"That was our first time together!" Roxas replied. "And... she summoned me to have sex with her."
Winter stopped, a look of legitimate surprise forming on her face.
"Mother summoned you to have sex with her?" she repeated
Roxas nodded.
"And did you?"
Roxas nodded again.
"What could she have given you in ret- oh, who am I kidding, she gave you alcohol, didn't she?"
Roxas nodded, for a third time. Winter sighed, and sat back up, before removing herself from her position directly on top of Roxas' cock, and took a corner of the bedsheet on top of Roxas in one hand.
"Well, it's not like I can blame her for doing what she wants to in her own time." Winter remarked. "Even if I'm slightly annoyed that..." her face went slightly red. "That she got to... feel you, before me."
"If this is you when slightly annoyed, I'd hate to know what you're like when you're full-on mad." Roxas replied, looking down at his current state. That remark earned him another glare from Winter, who otherwise said nothing for several seconds, but took a breath.
"And that brings us onto now." she remarked. She then proceeded to pull the bedsheet off of Roxas in one swift motion, revealling that Roxas had been stripped naked while he was unconscious. With the bedsheet no longer constraining his cock, the silverette Nephalem's prick instantly sprung up and stood straight, fully erect in its foot-long glory.
Winter looked down at Roxas, a smirk now crossing her features. If Roxas hadn't been aroused before, he absolutely was now with the look Winter was giving him.
"We're gonna fuck, Roxas." Winter spoke, bending down and pulling down her thong before kicking it away into a corner of the room. "Or, to be more accurate, I'm gonna fuck you. Have my way with you. Use you until I'm satisfied, in any way I see fit. Understood?"
"Crystal clear, ma'am." Roxas replied, dryly. The former Schnee Heiress chose to ignore her childhood friend's tone as she climbed back onto her bed and planted herself on top of Roxas' face, shifting herself around on top of him for a couple of seconds before she found a comfortable position.
"Good." Winter spoke. "Now put that mouth to use while I get started on this." she ordered, her eyes shifting towards Roxas' cock with a slightly lustful look on her face.
After a second, she took a firm hold of it in both hands and began roughly stroking him. The fact that Winter still had her leather gloves on as she began stroking Roxas made him moan, much louder than he normally would have, directly up onto Winter's pussy. That drove out a small moan in turn from Winter, but for the sake of keeping up the appeareance of staying dominant and in-control, she kept her moans tempered and continued to stroke Roxas' cock.
As he adjusted to the small high that was Winter beginning to aggressively stroke him, Roxas adjusted himself as best he could on the bed so he could get at Winter's pussy with his mouth. He opted to start out by dragging his tongue across the entirety of Winter's pussy (he was inwardly glad that Winter had shaved beforehand) a couple of times, before slowly sticking his tongue inside her. Upon hearing Winter's own moans, Roxas upped the ante on Winter by sticking his tongue in further.
"Hmm~" Winter moaned, trying to ignore the involuntary shudders of her body as she felt Roxas' expert tongue at work. She slowed down her stroking, but tightened her grip on Roxas' cock still further as a form of compensation. One that Roxas seemed to like, considering the muffled moan that emerged from below. Smirking at this minor victory, Winter kept going on Roxas' cock, increasing the speed of which she stroked while progressively loosening her grip on her silver-haired friend's member over the course of about twenty seconds, before abruptly slowing down and retaking a firmer grip on him. While doing so, she slowly began moving her hips back and forth on Roxas' face, a non-verbal order for him to keep going with what he was doing.
Winter's stroking method was so effective that, from where he was at, Roxas could barely keep up. He was also wondering just where Winter had learned how to do this kind of thing so well, as that kind of technique didn't come from just watching a few pornos, it came from practice. Either way, Roxas continued his work on Winter's pussy as best he could, swishing his tongue left and right within her pussy and enjoying the moans that escaped her mouth as he did so. When they began to subside, a sign that Winter was getting used to his tongue-based ministrations, Roxas switched up his game, pulling his tongue back and leaning up slightly so he could latch directly onto Winter's pussy with his whole mouth, and suck so hard on Winter's pussy that he could feel it being sucked directly into his mouth. Like the world's sexiest vaccum cleaner.
Winter was so caught off-guard by this new feeling and the sudden onslaught of pleasure that it brought her, that she couldn't stop herself from letting out a much louder moan than the ones she had been letting out beforehand. The shock of pleasure brought on by Roxas switching metaphorical gears so quickly was also such that she nearly lost grip on Roxas' cock and lost focus of what she was doing. However, the former Schnee Heiress managed to retain focus and continued stroking Roxas with one hand while taking the other off of his cock to begin playing with his balls: rubbing them, groping them, even lightly slapping them. Winter allowed herself to have a small smirk when the resulting moans, though muffled, were loud enough for her to tell that Roxas was absolutely LOVING what she was doing to him. And that was to say nothing of Roxas' cock suddenly beginning to pulsate as Winter's strokes continued.
From his position, all Roxas could do was increase the force of which he sucked on Winter's pussy. Which certainly drew out renewed moans from Winter, sure, but aside from that, and with the restrained state he was currently in, there wasn't much he could do against the white-haired dominatrix sitting on top of him and doing her work. Especially with his orgasm fast approaching, regardless of how long Winter would ask him to hold-
"I'm not gonna let you cum, Roxas." Winter spoke, coldly cutting through Roxas' thoughts. "Not until you make ME cum, that is." She added, stopping her work on Roxas' cock entirely.
-Well, there you go.
Rolling his eyes unseen, Roxas began focusing magic around his mouth, specifically on his tongue, so he could pleasure Winter as best he could with the singular appendage he had available. The sexually-talented Nephalem went around this by initially focusing incredibly minor ice magic (which accomplished little more than just cooling his tongue down to a couple of dozen degrees below what the regular oral temperature should have been. But that was exactly what Roxas needed for this situation) onto his tongue and, just as he had done at the start of all of this, dragged his tongue across Winter's pussy.
Winter shivered and moaned up-top, a sure sign that she enjoyed what he was doing to her. As a pseudo-reward for this, she wrapped her hand around Roxas' cock again and delivered him two slow strokes, in order to keep her lover's cock hard. Roxas continued his cold ministrations on her pussy in reply for a couple of seconds, before abruptly switching the minor ice magic on his tongue to minor fire magic (that, opposite to the ice magic, just heated up his tongue) and continued his work on the twat that he'd been servicing just a couple of seconds before.
Caught off-guard again by the sudden temperature-change, as well as the intense wave of pleasure that it brought her, Winter cast the plan to edge Roxas in conjunction with how he pleasured her from her mind. This was full-out competition between the two now, a race to see who could make the other cum first. The former Schnee Heiress rested her hands back on Roxas' cock, and began aggressively stroking him as she had done before, which seemed to come as such a shock to Roxas that he literally began bucking and writhing beneath her. Which drew out a smirk from Winter, as she knew that she had the immediate advantage.
Said advantage was short-lived, however, as Roxas switched out dragging his tongue across Winter's pussy for thrusting his tongue back and forth (or rather, up and down) straight in and out of Winter's pussy, switching the manner of magic he focused onto his tongue between ice and fire. After Roxas felt Winter doing the same bucking and writhing around on top of him, evening the metaphorical playing field between them.
Roxas had the mental speed to pull off the next evolution of his new trick faster than Winter could hers: increasing the power behind the different kinds of magic that he used on his tongue, which either increased or decreased the temperature of his tongue depending on the kind of magic he used to tongue-bang Winter. Make his tongue a little bit hotter as he thrust in and pulled out, make his tongue a little bit colder as he thrust in and pulled out again, make his tongue hotter still as he thrust in and pulled out again, make his tongue colder still as he thrust in and pulled out, and so on and on.
All pretense of Winter trying to appear as the cool dominator slipped away as she let out an incredibly loud, wanton moan from Roxas' expert assault on her pussy. She could feel her cunt twitching as she felt herself about to cum... and made no attempt to resist as her orgasm crashed over her. Winter Schnee let out a primal scream that positively shook the walls of her home: it felt like a bomb was going off in her loins as she rode out her climax. She didn't even realise that her lover had hit his own climax a couple of seconds after she had until she came to, after the initial exosphere-tier high of her climax wore off.
At which point that she realised that Roxas had came.
A lot.
All over both her glove-clad hands, himself, and the bed that they were both situated on.
Winter lifted herself off of Roxas and settled beside him, slowly coming down from her high. Steadily-slowing pants were the only sounds that emenated from the two before Winter spoke.
"Cheater."
"Oh, and putting me to sleep, tying me up and dressing in the kind of shit that you KNOW gets me hot wasn't cheating." Roxas replied, sarcastically. "Got it."
"Shut up." Winter muttered, reaching down and jabbing Roxas in the side with two fingers. She took petty satisfaction in the fact that that small gesture got Roxas to flinch before getting up. "I'm still not done with you, by the way." She added, as she straddled Roxas once again, taking a seat right in front of his cock: which was still throbbing hard and stood to attention, even after the orgasm that had happened not even a minute before.
"Wouldn't want it any other way." Roxas grinned in reply, adjusting his position on the bed and letting out a soft moan as Winter took hold of his cock again, lifted herself up and then dropped onto it, allowing it to spear her cunt. Though a loud moan escaped her as she settled on top of the former Gremory Heir, she didn't take any time to get used to the feeling of the footlong inside her before beginning to bounce herself up and down on top of Roxas.
After pulling off her gloves and tossing them aside, same as her panties, she reached up behind her head and undid her bun, allowing her snow-white hair to fall naturally down around her, at which point she rested her hands on Roxas' bare, toned chest in order to keep herself balanced on top of him.
"Ahh~" Roxas' moan coincided with Winter's own, and his hips began moving in conjunction with hers on top of him. "Y-you look so much better with your hair down, y-you know that Winter?"
Winter opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she was going to say was interrupted by another loud moan of hers. Though her face, which was already slightly flushed from her first orgasm, dropped into a slightly deeper shade of red. That was all the confirmation Roxas needed of Winter's thoughts of his compliment, which brought a smile to his own face before he let out another moan.
Winter's hands slowly moved up from resting on Roxas' chest to resting on and gripping his shoulders as she upped the speed of her bouncing, while also beginning to rock herself back and forth on top of her lover's cock. Her post-orgasm pants returned, seemingly naturally syncing up with the pace of which she bounced on top of Roxas, who thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his childhood sparring partner, his first real friend, the ever-cold and dignified Winter Schnee, bouncing on top of him and visibly enjoying it as much as the sluttiest women that he had fucked.
As Winter slowly, yet continuously, upped the pace and force of which she bounced on top of Roxas, Roxas began to rock his hips still harder and faster in return, practically thrusting up into Winter himself from below: an action that Winter gasped in surprise at from her position on top of him, but certainly seemed to enjoy judging by her renewed moans of pleasure a couple of seconds later. Her slate-blue eyes rolled around in their sockets from the feeling of Roxas' hips and balls slamming up against the entrance to her most sacred area, his cock spearing her rarely-penetrated pussy and nestling into the deepest parts of her inner body before pulling back, then proceeding to go right back in.
Winter, like all Devils, had always had her own ambitions: to escape the influence of her prick father, to fight for a just cause and to help others in escaping her father's influence. All of those goals she had succeeded (aside from the last one, which she was still working on with Whitley and Willow), but one that she had also wanted, deep down, was to find someone that she could really love, both physically and emotionally. Which she'd never managed to do since the best candidate (in her mind) for that had left her life, as well as the Underworld at large.
Though the few male lovers that she'd taken throughout her life before the Devil military were... gifted, to various degrees, she knew full-well that all those lovers either only wanted a quick fling (which she absolutely had been alright with. She didn't want anything more than that at the time either) or just wanted the clout that came with getting in the pants of the Schnee Heiress (which she was... less than alright with). And Fianna Asmodeus was absolutely a great lover, a great boss and an overall lovely person, there wasn't much chance that their relationship could progress beyond that an amalgamation of co-workers and friends with benefits without something drastic happening to either of them.
But that best candidate? He was back, she could fully admit to herself that he was at least a dozen times sexier than when he'd left, and she was riding him right now, and coming closer and closer to her second climax of the evening thanks to him and his INCREDIBLE cock.
It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that she liked Roxas when she first met. He was everything that she wasn't: informal with everyone, even their shared swordmaster Raven, emotional to the point that it bordered on irrational, and always doing things differently to Raven's specific instructions and teaching. It got on Winter's nerves at times, and definitely frustrated her when, in spite of that, Roxas came out on top in the duels that they often had.
But now, with the benefit of hindsight, past-Roxas didn't seem so bad. Though the less desirable (in her mind) aspects of the younger Roxas Gremory were still there, she found herself remembering more and more of his more positive aspects. He had never been unkind, by any stretch of the imagination, to Winter, he'd always taken every opportunity he could to try and improve in any way possible (with some of those methods working out well, others not so much), and as little as Winter took advantage of it, he'd always been approachable.
But none of that mattered right now. What mattered right now was... well, right now: Roxas had returned, he was sexier than ever, and Winter was hitting her second climax of the evening with another home-shaking scream of pleasure, one more intense than even the first one had been. Her body was already shaking hard from the intense pleasure of it all, but the feeling of Roxas also hitting his second climax of the evening while inside her, and the feeling of him firing his hot load directly into her body was just the icing on the metaphorical cake.
Winter flopped down on top of Roxas, panting hard from the second climax. Her hair pooled down over both Roxas and herself as her pants and shudders continued, as the high of her most recent climax slowly faded. Roxas' cock eventually sprung from her pussy, and Winter let out an involuntary giggle as her lover's cum began to slowly ooze from between her lower lips. The former Schnee Heiress was fully intent on relaxing on top of Roxas for at least a few moments as she continued to come down from her high, but that desire was interrupted as Roxas, seemingly without any warning, broke the magical restraints on his hands and roughly grabbed onto Winter, jolting her from her hazy state.
She didn't even get time to cry out in surprise as Roxas sat up in one quick motion, carrying her with him. After taking a second to regain feeling in his hands, he reached between himself and Winter and took a hold of her leather corset, before bodily tearing it apart in another swift motion. His hands then jumped to Winter's Akasha-sized breasts and began roughly groping and kneading them, while he also pulled a quick motion with his lower body to flip both himself and Winter over, so he was the one on top.
"Wh-what?!" Winter finally found her voice and cried out. "How did- AHH~!" she yelped as Roxas pinched both her nipples at the same time, interrupting her question.
"You and I both know I'm the more powerful out of the two of us, Winter." Roxas remarked, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers while continuing to work his non-literal magic on Winter's tits. "You really should've known that this would happen sometime."
"I- AHH~!" Whatever Winter was going to say in reply was interrupted by another loud moan as Roxas groped Winter's tits some more. As he was now on top, now pretty much entirely in control of the session, he forcibly spread Winter's legs, took his still-rock-hard cock in one hand, and pushed it not into Winter's still-leaking pussy, but into her previously-unclaimed asshole, eliciting a loud moan that only got louder from his white-haired lover.
"Ohhhhhh, FUCK!" Winter shouted, her eyes wide as she felt Roxas' prick invading the one place that she'd never taken a cock before, up until he was entirely balls-deep inside her butthole. "Roxas, you're s-stretching me out~!"
"Well- hmm- yeah." Roxas replied, leaning down to kiss Winter again, before pulling back with his hips. He then thrust forward, hard, into Winter's asshole again, prompting another yell of pleasure from her. "That's kinda what cocks do to assholes."
Roxas didn't even allow Winter the courtesy of laughing at his remark before he began to rhythmically thrust in and out of her asshole, pushing Winter's already-spread legs up and above her head as he did so, and holding them in place so his childhood friend was truly helpless against him and his god-class sexual prowess. Not that Winter had any intention of even trying to break free from Roxas' dominating embrace, such was the mixed pain-pleasure he was assaulting her with.
In the back of her mind, Winter knew that Roxas was right. He'd always been the better strength-wise out of the two of them, and the gap between them had only grown further ever since Roxas' re-emergence as a hybrid between the Angel and Devil races (courtesy of his first wife Palutena, according to him). Ever since Roxas had woken up and the whole fun-session between the two former Heirs had begun, Winter had always figured that Roxas was going to turn the tables on her, and replace the sexual ride that she planned on taking him on with his own.
And judging by the last half-minute of Roxas' harsh thrusts, and his cock entering places within her body that she never thought possible (due to a combination of never having tried anal out herself, and never having been penetrated by a cock so simultaneously thick and long as Roxas Gremory's), this definitely wasn't a sexual ride that she wanted off of anytime soon. Winter's moans increased in volume as Roxas took one hand off one of her legs to grope her tits again, which were rocking heavily with every hard thrust he made into her ass.
The loud slapping sounds that were made by Roxas slamming his hips against Winter's with every thrust he made into her, accompanied by Winter's loud moans and Roxas' slightly less loud moans were all that permeated the room, with Winter and Roxas' moans occasionally pausing as Roxas leant down to lock lips with Winter, a gesture that she gladly returned as she was mercilessly pounded.
Winter's moan into Roxas' most recent kiss quicky turned into a muffled yelp of surprise when, as Roxas suddenly pulled out of her asshole, he pulled another quick move that flipped himself and Winter around again, this time putting Winter back on top. However, before Winter could even consider making any move to try and regain control of the situation, Roxas wrapped his arms around Winter's legs and held them back, forcing her into a full-nelson sex position as he re-inserted his cock into her asshole and began thrusting directly up into her asshole.
"Oh god...!" Winter moaned, her eyes beginning to roll around in their sockets from the onslaught of pleasure and pain that was going on around her ass right now. Her entire body began quivering and shaking around in Roxas' grasp with every hard thrust he made into her asshole: a sign that, even after two hard orgasms, Winter was still well on her way to her third in a shorter time than she ever thought possible for her.
Whether that was a mark against her, or just a tell of Roxas' own insane sexual prowess, Winter didn't know or care in that moment. Her breaths became shorter and harsher as her body continued spasming around in Roxas' grasp, her mind only just able to comprehend the incredible levels of pleasure she was going through. Her moans became louder, ascending to pure shouts of pleasure, which ascended still further to yells as she was forced closer and closer to the edge, before... it happened.
Winter's orgasmic scream was the loudest it had ever been as she hit her third and final climax, this one accompanied by her squirting an insane amount, unlike the first two times of the evening that she had came. She didn't even have time to process this, as the high that Winter Schnee was driven to by her third climax was such that she gave out completely, and passed into what could only be called lustful oblivion.
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Winter opened her eyes, an unknown amount of time later, to the slightly-bleary sight of Roxas opening her bedroom door and walking in, holding two cups. One of which held the same kind of drink that Winter had made for herself soon after she and Roxas came in from their date, which Winter smiled slightly at the sight at.
"Hey, Snow White." Roxas greeted Winter, placing the drink he'd made for her on the table closest to Winter, before carefully manoeuvring himself into the bed beside her without spilling any of the tea that he'd made for himself. "Figured you'd want a drink after you woke up. Completely spell-free, of course."
Winter had the good graces to smile before reaching for the drink and taking a gulp out of it, before placing it back on the table and relaxing on her bed. She looked up at Roxas, who took a sip out of his own tea before looking down at her.
"So, you satisfied?" Roxas asked. "You wanted to get your own back on me for fucking your mother before you, and I turned it around on you. Still satisfied?"
"It was... certainly something." Winter replied, clearing her throat before reaching for the drink again and taking another gulp. "Yeah, I think I'm satisfied... for now."
She placed the drink down again and shifted closer to Roxas, wrapping one arm around him and resting her head on his lower chest.
"Say, next time we do this..." Roxas continued talking. "Because I think it goes without saying that there's gonna be a next time."
"Mmhmm." Winter hummed, pretty much directly into Roxas' stomach.
"Maybe you can invite your mom to join us." Roxas suggested, as he took another gulp out of his own tea before setting it down. "I know you were salty that I stuck my dick in her before you, but the fact it she's still fantastic in bed. We could dominate her together, doesn't that sound hot?"
"I-!" Winter's face turned slightly red at such a suggestion from Roxas. But a couple of second's thought led her to conclude that the idea had some merit... even on an incredibly base, carnal level. "That... doesn't sound like a bad idea." she remarked, giving Roxas another smile.
"Sweet." Roxas replied, reaching down and running one hand through Winter's hair. "Heh. Maybe we could invite Weiss as well? And her girlfriend? Ruby, I think her-?"
"Don't push your luck, Gremory." Winter replied, her voice hardened. Though a smile remained on her face as she settled back onto Roxas' stomach.
Roxas shrugged, reached for his tea again, and took another gulp.
Sorry this took longer than I originally said it would. Got ill (not Covid) pretty much right after I uploaded Nephalem Ch. 54. Tried to power through it and write this lemon while feeling like death. Didn't go too well.
Being ill fucking sucks. I'm better now btw.