She couldn't sleep. Of course, she couldn't sleep. Why would she be able to sleep the night before? Everytime she came close, she'd roll over and be reminded of what was coming; what she was going to be going through. She constantly tried to tell herself to relax and that getting some sleep was the best thing she could possibly do, yet no matter how much she tried, she kept thinking that there must be some way she could continue to prepare. Some way that she could train and get a little bit of an edge. All of these thoughts plagued her, despite the ever-encroaching reality that the morning was coming swifter and swifter. There was nothing that could be feasibly done to set her nerves at ease or to stop her stomach from twisting in on itself. It was torture if anything. Yet, she was hardly the only one in the Tower who was panicking. Frankly, of all the Tributes, she was probably amongst the most composed and frankly controlled. And there were even fewer who were actually able to sleep.

Surprisingly, the majority of the Careers found themselves to be unable to sleep; though not out of fear, but rather excitement. They were like animals, relishing the fact that they were going to be set upon the hunt in the morning, to feast upon whatever took their fancy.

Rolling over one last time, Katniss sighed and threw the sheets over her body. She wasn't going to sleep. She came to terms with that and simply decided that perhaps she would take a walk, try to remain calm as the clock ticked onwards. Pulling on some loose-fitting clothing, she made her way out to the main area of the Penthouse, breathing steadily as the moonlight brushed through the blinds and the curtains, dancing across the floor. Everything seemed so still, so unmoving... It was as if she was the only person who realised what was going on. The only person who could see the madness. A cruel twist of fate if anything. Surely, in the sea of madmen, the only one to recognise the madness, is in turn the only true mad person. Smirking at the thought, she turned her attention towards the recreation room; to the wall of dildos and perverse sex toys. Slowly moving towards it, she pushed into the room and made her way towards the toys, brushing her fingers over a couple of them before settling on one in particular. It had always caught her eye, right from the moment she first laid eyes upon it. The perfect replica. It was almost identical to Gale's in every respect. Thickness, length, each ridge and vein. Had she been blind, it would have tricked her as she ran her palm across the surface. Taking it down from the wall, she held it in her hands, reminded of the promise she and Gale had made. Once they had both finally survived the yearly Tribute selection; once they had both finally escaped that endless cycle, she was finally going to lose her virginity. It was a meaningless symbol. She had been fucked plenty times before and even at this point, she could hardly call herself a virgin. But it still meant something to her. It meant something to everyone in Twelve. That moment. Now, she had lost her chance to lose it to who she wanted and risked the very real chance of losing it to a complete stranger. Or to have it taken from her. All of which would happen live on the television, for all the world to see. Including her family and the person she wanted to share that moment with.

"Can't sleep either?" a voice called from behind her, prompting her to turn swiftly around, letting the dildo drop from her hands and clatter against the floor, rolling away as she adjusted to the dim lighting and saw just who was in the room with her. It was Peeta. Who else could it have been? Settling her racing heart, she gently sauntered towards him, joining him in the small alcove in which he was sat, glancing out the window at the streets below, the pair of them ever enthralled by the seemingly constant parade of nudity that the Capitol was. Even now, the streets seemed packed with people, drinking and whoring; fucking and singing. It was as unsettling as it was utterly enthralling. Twelve and the Capitol stood at complete odds in more respects than one.

"No... Too many thoughts," Katniss sighed, watching as Peeta nodded. The two kept their eyes away from each other, both of them exceptionally nervous around one another. It was difficult to get into the mindset where the two of them were going to be naked with one another. Especially given the fact that they came from such a conservative society, where even a flash of shoulder could incite outrage. Despite their best efforts to normalise nudity, it still seemed so estranged to them. It was easier to get naked with people like Effie and Caesar who expect it and see the exposure of flesh as more normal than covering it. But with her own people? It held the same taboo, despite how far she had come.

"I can't stop thinking about my family. They're going to see me do... see me... I just can't imagine it. I really can't... I... I don't even know if I'd want to go back to Twelve after all this," Peeta stammered, blushing as he found his words. Katniss didn't dare look at him, simply keeping her eyes averted as he worked through his thoughts and emotions. There was nothing that she could add that would help, "I can't imagine walking through the streets knowing that everyone had seen me naked; seen me exposed. It feels... wrong."

"I know. But the alternative is to never go home at all. That just seems all the worse. I can't think of anything I wouldn't do to make sure that I could see my sister again. Be home.

Even if it meant people looking at me like that..." Katniss added after a long silence interceded, the girl not wanting to sit in silence, not wanting her thoughts to return to her. She would have happily listened to Peeta drone on and on if it meant she didn't have to think.

"I just... I remember growing up. Everyone talked about sex. All the boys at school.

It was something meaningful. Personal. Something that was private and intimate. Now...

Now it's on national TV. People are going to see me lose my virginity live on national TV. That's as public as it comes... The opposite of everything it is supposed to be," Peeta rambled, unwittingly striking a chord with Katniss, reminding her of exactly what she had promised with Gale, exactly what she had spoken with him about.

There was nothing she wanted more than to have Gale here, right now, in that moment.

Just so she could have that one night that she was promised. That one night that she deserved, "The Capitol took everything from us... All those years ago. Now it seems it's going to take even more."

"What if they couldn't?" Katniss interjected, speaking instinctually as the thought crossed her mind. She barely even realised that she was saying it and suddenly turned towards Peeta. The boy was looking at her expectantly as she ran a blank, not wanting to suggest what had crossed her mind. It had simply crossed her mind in a fluttering, fleeting moment, an idea that would have come and gone without so much as a glance had she not spoken up. Quickly trying to curb Peeta's looks, she stuttered, "Doesn't matter. It was stupid..."

"Anything to take something back from the Capitol can't be that stupid," Peeta added, looking out of the window and down once again at the festivities below. It seemed that the Capitol were even celebrating the night before the Games. Katniss almost dreaded to imagine what the celebrations during the Games would look like if this was how they acted before they had even began. Luckily, she supposed, she wasn't going to see the sheer excessive nature of what was to come. Though that came as little comfort to what was going to be happening to her.

"Well... What if we were... Were to do it? It's hardly what I imagined my first time being like, but it seems at least a little bit better than... Than what could happen in the Games..." Katniss suggested, the idea of having sex with Peeta being marginally less bad than being pinned to the ground by Cato or some other Tribute dead set on pounding her into oblivion, "Forget it. It's a bad idea..."

"Yeah. It might be a bad idea, but its not as bad as having it broadcast in front of your parents..." Peeta added, the boy looking to her both expectantly and rather hornily. Katniss glanced at him, seeing the look and being unable to distinguish it from the looks of teenage lust and desire. However, it was the words he had spoken before that urged her to acknowledge that this was as much for herself as it was for him. They both felt as if they were powerless and as minute and idiotic as the sentiment may have been, it was one way to take a stand against the insurmountable efforts to dehumanize them. And it would forever seal the moment of losing their virginity as something that wasn't entirely painful and connotated by a monstrous event of human depravity.

"Okay... Fuck it, fine... Let's... Let's..." Katniss stuttered, flushing immediately red.

Rising to her feet, she tried to find the words, but ultimately gave up and simply began to unbutton the front of her top, loosening it enough to pull it up and over her head, exposing her round and supple breasts. Peeta looked on with his horny arousal, savouring the sight of the girl's breasts. He had seen his fair share of them over the past few days, yet seeing Katniss's never failed to render him speechless. Realising that Katniss wasn't going to say anything else and was simply letting her stripping do the talking for her, Peeta clambered up and onto his feet and began to mirror her movements, exposing his chest as she pulled her sweatpants down and off her body, revealing the lacy black panties that she had on, the young girl infinitely perplexed by how the Capitol could comfortably sleep in such garments, neglecting the fact that the Capitol were hardly the kind of folk to sleep in any clothes at all. Winding them down and around her legs, she turned to look at Peeta, watching him drop his trousers and reveal his half-hardened cock. Gently stroking himself back and forth, he attempted to bring himself to full mast, nerves ultimately claiming him as he futilely tugged on his cock, pre-cum beading at the head of his shaft despite it getting no harder. Sighing, Katniss clenched her fists impatiently, each moment that passed becoming another moment that she was regretting this decision. Reaffirming her thoughts, she argued that this was only going to make the Games easier to tolerate. With that in mind, that focus in her head, she reached her hand out and lightly batted Peeta's fist away from his cock, "Here... Let me... Just to... To speed things up. Nothing more..."

"Right... Nothing more..." Peeta breathed as he felt Katniss's cold, slender fingers wrap around the base of his cock and gently begin to tug back and forth. His breath was hollow to begin with, the simple tender touch of her palm against his throbbing, sensitive cock making him weak at the knees.

Leaning back against the wall, he succumbed to the pleasure, allowing pre-cum to pour from his cock, spilling down his half-hardened shaft and onto her fingers, slickening her grasp. Doing her best to maintain some composure, she remained standing, lightly and clumsily working her hand back and forth, trusting that he would be quick to arouse with that and that alone.

Sliding her hand along his cock, she felt her fingers slicken, her digits being coated in pre-cum and becoming glossy. The sensation was all too familiar and one that she had sorely missed. Whilst she had had a couple cocks in her hands since leaving Twelve, she had few chances where she really got to savour the feeling. There were few chances at all where it was something that she was enjoying with both Haymitch and the Sponsors feeling more like a job than anything else. And whilst she tried to remove any emotional sentiment to the current situation, the feeling of a thick cock pulsating in her hands was more than enough to remind her of those open fields and thick forests back home. The sensation of simply lazily jerking Gale off as they lay naked together on that hill. If she closed her eyes, she could feel it all coming back to her. Those thoughts and memories made her smile softly, the situation that she was in becoming something that she was slowly beginning to enjoy, if only for its carnal, sexual appeal. There was little in Peeta that reminded her off Gale, with only the thickness and length of his cock being comparable to the man at all. Breathing heavily, Katniss glanced down at his cock, seeing the trickles of pre-cum, the throbbing nature of his head. Cursing beneath her breath, she threw her hair back and sighed, "You're not entirely hard yet, are you?"

"I think I might... might be there, now..."Peeta groaned, his cock reacting rather swiftly to her hands and hardening betwixt her fingers. Katniss, never one to simply acknowledge the feelings and urges in her body, but rather to come up with some excuse to justify them, sank down to her knees, squatting in front of Peeta as she spread her legs nice and wide. A bead of pre-cum dropped from his cock and splashed onto her breasts, the slow dribble making Katniss moan. A second one ran along her stomach, with the third one dipping down and between her folds, running right along her pussy with incredibly slick precision. Had she not been convinced of what she was about to do, she would have been now. A sexual haze almost claimed Katniss's mind; one that would undoubtedly become useful within the Games. Whilst she abhorred the Capitol and chastised them at every point and turn, it was undeniable that she was of the same mind as the perverse perverts down on the street. Erotic desire rippled through her body, guiding her hands down to the cock between Peeta's legs, and it was that same desire that now brought her lips closer towards his pulsating, throbbing tip. A soft moan wafted from her lips, emanating across his cock like a wave of hot air. The same desire that drove her into situations like this, that made her hunger for cock; any cock, was the same desire and lust that guided the hands, mouths and hips of the Capitol citizens. Like it or not, she had more in common with them than most people and whilst she hadn't lingered long enough to realise it, she was definitely afraid of the Capitol proving to be more of a mirror than a smokescreen.

However, all of that didn't change the fact that she was simply horny for the taste of pre-cum.

"Not entirely hard. Probably best to just make sure," Katniss murmured, more for herself than for Peeta. Before she knew it, she had parted her lips and taken the head of his cock into her mouth, gently hollowing her lips and lapping at the throbbing tip of his cock with her tongue, tasting that all too familiar taste of pre-cum, the salty muskiness driving a moan of pure satisfaction from her; right from the core.

Peeta clung to the wall behind him, still not quite able to hold himself together when a woman wrapped those plump lips of theirs around his cock, especially Katniss's. The tight warmth was second to none and the sheer eagerness with which her tongue lunged into action, cleaning his cock head readily ad with swiftness, was truly indulgent. Her hand continued to pump up and down his cock, smearing the pre- cum that had dropped to her fingers across his cock, making not only his head slick with the substance and a tasty treat, but the rest of his cock as well. More pre-cum poured from his cock, splashing onto her tongue and being immediately swallowed by the horny teenager. Her pussy throbbed at the sensation and the taste, her eyes rolling closed as she cradled Peeta's cock in her hand, slurping and salivating over the bulbous tip, saliva beginning to pool in her mouth, acting as a bath in which his sensitive, purplish tip was submerged, marinating in the deep, wet pleasures of Katniss's rather talented lips. The gentle hums and moans that came from her mouth were quite special, the vibrations trickling through his cock, rippling right down to his balls and fast-tracking the process of spilling pre-cum down her gullet. Whilst Katniss's eyes remained firmly shut, Peeta's eyes remained focussed on the brunette, the boy unable to comprehend the sheer sexual beauty that was her gorgeous face right up against his cock, lavishing and suckling on his shaft. She hadn't even began to properly suck on him, yet it was already infinitely satisfying to watch her in close proximity to his shaft. This had always been a dream for him, ever since their first and unspoken encounter back in Twelve. A beautiful girl like her. To have her not only suck him off once, but also a second time, would forever rank amongst the greatest moments of the teenage boy's life. Even if they were not mirrored in Katniss's memory.

As soon as she had Peeta's cock in her mouth, she was immediately satiated in terms of her wants and desires to taste his pre-cum. Pushing her lips slowly along his cock, she began to moan louder and louder, her mind transporting her back to the first time she and Gale were ever naked together and the first time she took him into her mouth. The feeling of Peeta's thickness bulging against her cheeks put her right back in that moment, her cheeks swelling to accommodate Gale's cock for the first time, her throat spasming and clenching as she sucked cock for the first time. Now, Peeta's tip slipped past the back of her throat with ease, only the slightest gag echoing through her body as she took him deeper and deeper. Humming around his length, she took him, inch by inch, deeper into her gullet, feeling it get easier with each inch. Normally she would splutter a little, yet she was so in the mood, so in the moment, that it took little to no effort to snake her lips right back down to the base, her nose pressing up against the neatly shaven bristles of his crotch, her lisp stretched right around the base as his balls smacked her chin. The sensations caused her pussy to explode with pleasure, begging to be stroked and caressed, rubbed furiously in response to the thickness lodged in her throat. Her clit was a vibrator all on its own, pulsating and throbbing between her folds, all with such intensity that she could have sworn that she could fuck someone with the sumptuous bead.

However, the true pleasure of the moment came when she opened her eyes and looked upwards as she was no longer in the Tribute complex, suckling and slurping on her fellow Tribute, but instead in the open clearing above Twelve, her lips wrapped around the thick shaft of Gale. Grinning around his cock, she looked into his eyes, reaffirming her desire to feel his cum down her throat, all before shutting her eyes once more and preparing to impale her throat again and again on his cock. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt herself back in the Tower, but ignored it, instead holding onto that desire, that drive, that fantasy.

She moved with such pace and slickness that Peeta had to hold himself back from simply cumming deep in her throat. He watched as her lips slipped up and along his cock, sliding right up to his head before easily and with a single hitch, sliding all the way back down to his base, leaving his cock in such a slick and slippery state.

The slurping sounds that came from her mouth would stay with Peeta for his entire life and he could already feel her tongue curling and bouncing across his cock, either purposefully or as it was swept along with his swift and seemingly unending deepthroat. Her fingers slid along with her lips, guiding her throat up and down his cock, all before swifter abandoning his cock entirely, being unable to keep up with her throat. Instead, they dropped down to his balls, his sack already gleaming with saliva that had dribbled and dropped downwards. Smearing and massaging it across his sensitive balls, Katniss moaned pleasurably around his cock, the sheer satisfaction of sucking of Gale in her fantasy being enough to send shivers through her pussy. It was safe to say, that her simple promise of making sure that Peeta was as hard as possible had now transcended into something else, her hunger for the cum that was building and twisting in his balls becoming so much more than that. The throbbing feeling of his cock pounding and sliding through her throat, the pulsating flesh that filled her mouth and stretched her lips tightly in place; all of it was something that Katniss wanted. A comfort that reminded her of home. A perverse and unsightly a thought that was. It didn't stop her from putting her all into it, right up until the moment that Peeta grew a little bolder and rested his hand on the back of her head, prompting her to open her eyes and catch the gaze of the blonde boy.

"Oh... Ugh... Sowwy..." Katniss stammered as she pulled back and along his cock, somewhat startled by the shattering of her previous fantastical haze. Pulling of his cock, she let it flop between his thighs, glimmering with saliva as it bounced back and forth. Wiping her lips and chin, she found a towel and cleaned herself up as Peeta stood there breathless, quite unable to even rise to question her. Cleaning herself of pre-cum and spittle, a part of her simple told her to leave, whilst the other part told her that she still needed to do what she promised to do; both for Peeta, but most for herself. Turning back, she smiled softly and crossed over to one of the soft, plush seating things that acted both as benches and almost bed-like structures. Bending over one, she settled on all knees, her round juicy arse presented to Peeta, who looked at it with teenage infantilization. Recapturing his breath, he did however as a rather stupid and unthought through question that caused him to blush.

"Why are you facing away? As opposed to... well... On your back... Facing me?" Peeta asked, reading a little more into their situation than Katniss was. The eager and sloppy blowjob that she had just given him instilled more emotion in the fact that they were fucking than he had previously thought, convincing him that maybe Katniss was prescribing more meaning to their embrace than simply as a means to defy the Capitol. Little did he know that he was merely a vessel for her emotion; emotion that was ultimately driven elsewhere.

"So that we can imagine being with who we really want to be. I can't imagine you ever thought of losing your virginity to me. This way we... we can pretend its how its supposed to be. How we wanted it to be all along," Katniss explained, causing Peeta to reel back his previous assumptions of a more intimate meaning. Little did Katniss know that this was more like he imagined than it wasn't. Sure, he had envisioned a plush, plump bed and a more intimate embrace, but the simple details such as whom it was with were exactly as he had always wanted. And it hurt a little to know that that wasn't the same for her. Yet, he could hardly have expected much.

"Ah... I see. Makes sense," Peeta stumbled, quickly realising that she was waiting for him to make the next move. Clambering onto the plush surface himself, he moved up behind her and tentatively planted his hands softly on her cheeks, gently spreading them apart to reveal her tight, puckered little asshole, winking at him. The idea of fucking her ass seemed so perverse to him, yet he had now discovered just how anal savvy Katniss had become in her time in Twelve. Still, he had his desires set elsewhere, lowering the head of his cock and his gaze down towards the glistening, gleaming folds of her tight, sopping wet pussy. Gently pushing the head of his cock against that slickness, he ran his tip through her folds, working them steadily apart, prying them in two as he searched for his entrance. Katniss bit her lip to refrain from moaning, having imagined this moment all her life. The feeling of dildos and fingers couldn't do it justice. That sensation of real, pulsating, throbbing flesh was more than she could have hoped for, with her folds eagerly parting and tightly clutching to Peeta's cock, her mind trying to trick her into imagining it to be Gale. Moaning softly, she waited for that moment, waited for that sumptuous pleasure of a cock easing inside her. She knew the feeling from when she took it in the ass, yet she couldn't have imagined how sumptuous it truly was when Peeta found that angle and began to push forwards, gently thrusting into her virgin, unclaimed hole, and sending shuddering pleasure through both his body and hers, the two of them slowly binding their bodies together in heavenly bliss.

The tight warmth of Katniss's cunt was incomprehensible. The sensation bore some similarity to her lips but had with it a general suction that even the sucking of Katniss's lips couldn't mimic. The twinned groans that they let out filled the room as Peeta let go of his cock and let go of her cheeks, letting them bounce back into place as he took a hold of her hips, gently grasping them as he settled slowly into place. Both he and Katniss let out constant moans of pleasure as he thrust forwards, sliding each inch of his delightfully pleasurable cock into her delectably pleasurable cunt, right up until their bodies connected; crotch and bum. The gentle collision sent shockwaves through Katniss's ass and tits, causing them to jiggle, as both him and Katniss moaned from the satisfaction of his balls striking her pussy.

That had always been a pleasure that Katniss revelled in when she was fucked in the ass, yet it was infinitely more enjoyable when the smacking against her pussy was direct and purposeful. It was so much more intense and enjoyable to have her folds directly struck, her pussy lips almost folding around his balls and pinning them in place. Being balls deep in a girl like her was heavenly. Not to mention the pure glee he felt at being able to gently run his hands across her ass, gently squeezing and pulling at a rear end that seemed so impossibly juicy and round. His fingers simply sank into each of her cheeks, with the sight of her bum spread wide with his cock sandwiched in her folds being amongst the greatest he had ever seen. It may not have been the moment he had fantasised about, but it was certainly the pleasure he had hoped for from the situation.

Katniss couldn't quite wrap her head around the pleasures either, with them being amongst the most intense and gratifying out there. She had always thought anal sex was the most pleasurable thing around yet having that same satisfactory sensation of being full of cock was made all the better when the hole being filled was sensitive and brimming with nerve endings. It was intense. Like anal, but on a whole new level.

Albeit, there were differences that set both her holes apart, with them both having their own benefits, but at that moment, she was completely and utterly in love with having her tight cunt pounded and stuffed. She was glad she waited this long as the pleasure was only increased by the comparison to her long-standing affection for being roughly butt-fucked, yet she still couldn't pull herself away from the fact that she wasn't being claimed in the way that she had wanted. She had wanted it to be Gale thrust deep inside her, his lips running along the crook of her neck, working towards her breasts for only brief and fleeting moments, only to rush back to her lips and claim them with his own. She wanted to feel the grass running along her spine as he pounded her into their hillock. She wanted their moans to echo out over the District below, and for them to fuck all night long, rolling from one position to the next, their mouths gliding across one another's bodies, Katniss tasting herself on his cock when he pulled out to cum. She wanted to feel his seed across her face, painting her lips and cheeks, her mouth continuing to work along his cock as he spurted his last few drops, her lips working him back to full mast so that she could pin him against the ground and ride his thick, heavenly cock as the sunset bobbed along the horizon, each of her thrusts downwards matching its movements. She could almost picture it, almost feel it. Yet whenever she opened her eyes, she saw only the endless racks of sex-toys; not the crisp blue skies of home.

However, her fixation on that fantasy quickly melted as Peeta drew his cock slowly backwards, the sensation rippling through her folds and making her moan softly. In the end, she didn't care that she wasn't being fucked how she had always dreamed, but rather, she loved the fact that she was simply being fucked. The sliding of cock from her slick pussy made her moan in ways she couldn't have imagined, yet it was the driving thrust back in, combined with the firm and forceful impact that made her truly drip. The sensation was unbelievable, and she could feel Peeta's pre-cum seeping into her pussy, dribbling deeper into her depths. Easing himself in and out, Peeta tended to favour the sharp and sudden thrusts forwards, wanting instead to relish the slow pulling of his cock backwards. It was in that motion that he felt her folds gripping to his cock, clinging to his shaft and almost clutching to pull him back in. The subtle pleasure of that sensation was what built his rhythm, combined with a complete infatuation with her arse and the way it bounced and jiggled in response to his thrusts, his crotch impacting suddenly with her bum and sending it shaking back and forth, settling back in its glorious heart- shaped form just in time for him to pound forwards again. Peeta was much the same; whilst he had envisioned losing his virginity in a completely different way, ultimately the pleasure of it simply happening was more than enough to levy the disappointment, instead turning him into a pleasure-hungry fiend, desperate to relieve himself of his pent-up orgasm using the sumptuous, silky medium of Katniss's glistening, clutching little pussy; a pussy that was spasming and clenching delightfully around his cock, adding yet another new realm of pleasure to the constant driving of his cock.

Much to his surprise, and in a way, Katniss's surprise, the brunette began to bounce her ass back onto his thrusts, meeting his crotch with her ass to create an even deeper, even more satisfactory smack as their bodies collided. Adjusting so that he didn't slip out by pulling too far backwards, Peeta relished it, loving the way the new pressure allowed her ass to positively shake, the wet slapping of their bodies, combined with their moans of pure delight, filling the room. In the end, it was all about pleasure; they didn't care how they found it. It was also in that moment, despite the encroaching blissful passion of their orgasm and the pleasure that they were experiencing now, that Peeta turned his eyes towards something else.

Despite the pleasure clouding his mind, he was becoming increasingly apparent that this wasn't the only thing that would be happening in the games, and ultimately, if he were to be prepared, it would take a lot more than simply hammering into the most gorgeous brunette's pussy. Throwing that from his mind for the time being, he held of his orgasm, fighting against it as he and Katniss's bodies began to grow slick with sweat, their laboured breathing being intercut by constant moans. Increasing the pace at which they were moving, Peeta abandoning the slow pulling out from Katniss's pussy in favour of swifter and more energetic approach that gave her more pleasure, Peeta began to search for the hints that Katniss was close to orgasm, wanting to bring her to her end before he even considered indulging in his own. Katniss, however, was in much the same position, holding of a tidal wave that was her orgasm in the hope that she could bring Peeta to his first. It seemed only the politest and well... suitable thing to do, but it ended up with the two of them holding of their orgasms, building them up even more, all in the hopes that the other would be the first to give in to the building pressure. It seemed that they both underestimated the other's stamina; and thus, ended up pushing themselves further than they normal went, their bodies tingling and brimming with pleasure, teetering closer and closer to dipping off the edge of the cliff and submerging themselves in their first orgasms brought about by these circumstances.

It was, however, an accident that set about Katniss's orgasm. Peeta's wandering hands gripped her ass cheeks, the boy fondling and squeezing them as much as he could. Unwittingly, one of his thumbs sneaked slowly down towards her asshole, gently resting against it, with no intention of dipping inside. However, Katniss's ass was so trained in that respect that it instinctually loosened, wrapping itself around his digit and drawing it deep inside her. That additional digit, that additional plunge of pleasure set Katniss's pussy spasming and writhing with pleasure. Shuddering, her body twitched in place as her pussy clamped down on Peeta's cock, her untouched, un-fucked pussy being so tight that it captured his cock in place, holding it deep within her, pinning it inside. Moans flooded from both their mouths as Katniss's pussy set Peeta off, his cock spurting a thick and creamy load deep into her pussy, spraying her insides and flooding her with his seed. The sensation of being pumped full of cum served only to intensify the pleasure that she was feeling, making her orgasm all the more indulgent and enjoyable, even as she began to work towards the end of it. Her body, humming and singing with pleasure began to relax, her pussy untightening and allowing Peeta's cock to slip out and spray the last few shots of cum across her juicy ass, creating a sight that made the boy completely and utterly weak at the knees. The only sight that compared was that of Katniss's face completely covered in cum, something he had seen once and fantasised about ever since. Grinding to a halt, they both fell away from one another with Katniss slumping to the side and grabbing a towel to clean herself up with, the girl having no interest in pillow talk or continuing this in any reasonable way. Cleaned up somewhat, she grabbed her clothing and began to pull it on, mumbling to Peeta as he lay there, "Thanks for that, but we should get some sleep. Big day."

"Katniss wait!" Peeta called out as she walked towards the door with her sweatpants on, moving to pull the top she had been wearing over her head, the girl having already abandoned finding those panties and putting them on. Stopping in the doorway, she turned back, unsure as to why she stopped or even indulged Peeta as he staggered towards her completely naked, his cock beginning to harden once again.

Looking at him expectantly, Katniss folded her arms to hide her breasts as he stammered his response, "Look, I don't expect you to help me, but... I figure I should ask... See, I wasn't sitting up worried about how I was going to lose my virginity.

Frankly the thought hadn't really crossed my mind until I mentioned it... I was more worried about... Well... You've seen the points chart and... Well... I get the impression that, a lot of people are going to go for the double points wherever possible and so that... that would include... Well... You know... Guys... Fucking guys... And well, I was... worried about how that would feel... In fact, I was terrified... "And you want me to help, how?" Katniss asked, growing marginally interested as Peeta began to suggest what she thought he was suggesting. Frankly, the idea had been on her mind. The idea of men fucking men was something that had made her somewhat wet in the past and she was somewhat split on her reasoning for buying that strapon back in Twelve. Partly it was for Prim and partly for the prospect that she may very well have gotten the chance to use it on Gale. If anything was Katniss's 'kink' it was stuff like that. Dominating men. Simply out of the fantasy of sliding a cock into a guy's ass.

"Well... there are fake cocks over there... And... Look, I don't want this to be weird, but I also don't want a Career pinning me to the ground and going wild over me..."

Peeta sighed, exasperated at the thought. Katniss could sympathise. She definitely didn't want a Career pinning her to the ground and pounding her into submission. She could only imagine what it would feel like for a guy to be dominated in such a way by Cato or Marvel, made into a butt-slut on national television. It would be humiliating.

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(FEMALE PEGGING MALE)

"Okay... I'll do it. Seems only fair. Grab a bottle of lube and get into a comfortable position," Katniss smiled softly, trying to desperately hide the sheer excitement bubbling within her. The idea of fucking a guy with a strapon was something that seemed so out there to her that she never even considered that it would be an actual reality. But, in a way, she was thankful for the Games making it almost a certainty for her. If she could find a strapon in the Games, she could be a proverbial goddess. Shaking those thoughts from her head, she watched as Peeta went over to one of the stands and grabbed a bottle before finding a place to do it in as Katniss picked out her preferred weapon of choice. She didn't want to go straight for the eighteen-inch horse-cocks, but she saw no benefit in stuffing him with a three-inch worm either. Instead, she modelled her choice off of Cato of all people.

If it was Cato that was going to be doing the pinning, then it made sense that Peeta had prepared for such a future case of affairs. Picking the most comparable in size and shape, Katniss stripped naked once more, sliding the strapon up and over her hips, working it into place and tightening the straps. Strutting over to Peeta, she stopped for a moment. Of course, he chose to lay on his back. Any other guy would take it from behind, but Peeta wanted to see her face.

"Isn't that a little big? Make sure you take your time, would you?" Peeta winced as he saw what Katniss sporting was. Whilst she would have preferred Peeta to lubricate the cock with his own natural offerings, lube was a far more effective option. Grabbing the bottle, she smeared a considerable amount across her shaft, jerking it to a nice and glossy shimmer, making sure that it was sufficiently slickened so that it would plunder his depths with ease.

"You aren't going to be forcefully fucked up the ass by any small cocks in the Games. Might as well get used to it. Trust me... Bigger is better. And I'm not going to go too fast. Just lay back, spread your legs... Nice and wide, like that. And relax,"

Katniss smiled, trying to hide just how thrilled and eager she was to properly pound and work Peeta's puckered little asshole. Nodding, Peeta spread his legs as wide as was comfortable, laying his head back and slowly beginning to breathe. He felt a finger rest against his ass, Katniss gently massaging his entrance with a lubricated digit, slowly working the substance into his hole, loosening it as she went. She watched his cock twitch and quiver in response, his shaft remaining soft as he panicked over what was about to come. Easing the tip of her finger towards his entrance, she slowly slipped it inside, dipping the digit into his tight, clutching hole. Savouring the groan of pleasure from the boy's lips, twinned with discomfort, Katniss drove her finger into his ass, right up to the knuckle, all before curling and curving it, twisting and drilling that single finger back and forth inside of his hole, gently finger-fucking the boy for the first time. He took to it surprisingly well, his cock hardening remarkably as a result of the sensation. Biting her lip, Katniss embraced the moment, almost getting into how much she was dominating him. The idea of her forcefully thrusting her cock into his ass and making him worship her shaft, making him lavish and love her cock, fucking him until he was begging for it harder. They would continue through the night, with Katniss switching out for a slightly bigger shaft each time Peeta's cock came and spurted his load up and onto himself. All through the night, she'd work him until he was loose enough for an eighteen-inch monster, at which point she would relish the long and arduous fuck that she would give him, hard and fast enough so that when the Games began, Peeta would be so weak that he would collapse of his pedestal, breathless and exhausted from the pleasure that she had provided him. Just a fantasy if anything.

Unable to deny herself the delight anymore, she drew her finger out of his ass, relishing the way his hole tightened up and simultaneously discovering just why Gale was so infatuated with fucking her from behind as she spread her cheeks apart; it was delicious to watch something sliding in and out of an asshole. Crouching slightly, she pushed the head of her cock up against his hole, gently nuzzling it nice and close, working the tip right in against his entrance and laying the tip flat up against his concave hole. Gritting his teeth, Peeta prepared for Katniss's eventual push. With the perfect angle in place, she gently applied pressure to his hole, working with the soft strapon to gently work his hole wide enough to allow her inside. It took a considerable amount of time, but eventually, she folded the man's asshole over the head of her cock, gently slipping it inside and easing the tip inside of his tight, clutching hole. Groaning in pain as the rather sizable head breached his ass, Peeta clenched his fists, trying to relax as Katniss's hands gently rubbed his thighs, the girl recalling the first time Gale fucked her up the ass and all the things that aided in getting his thick, massive cock inside her tight little derriere. Gently rubbing his body back and forth, she eventually lowered a hand down to his now softened cock. It didn't matter how much pleasure that her strapon provided, his cock would always be a little softer than usual. Gently collecting his limp cock, she jerked it back and forth, massaging and fondling it more than anything, the tip of her thumb rubbing back and forth across his pre-cum soaked head, adding some pleasure to what she was doing in order to get him into a place where she could drive the rest of herself inside him. In the end, she would settle for simply being balls deep in his ass if anything at all.

With him sufficiently relaxed, Katniss slowly began to sink her hips forwards, gently and tenderly beginning to work herself into his hole. She went inch by inch, stopping as each inch slipped inside and beginning to increase her fondling of his cock to compensate. His laboured breathing only increased in tempo, the boy not getting how people could so easily be fucked in their asses. It was only after the fifth or so inch slipped inside of him that his eyes widened, and he let out a deep, pleasured moan. The head of Katniss's cock ground against his prostate, sending a burst of intense pleasure through his body, one that caused his cock to briefly twitch, pre-cum dripping out of it and soaking Katniss's thumb. The moan that came from his lips made Katniss grin as it meant she had finally struck his button. With that knowledge, she stopped her slow and stunted thrusts forwards and instead took one, long, deep thrust, and slid the entirety of her strapon into his ass, pressing her crotch up against his balls and bringing an immense pleasure to Peeta's body. The sensation of having his prostate massaged by the thick cock was something that changed everything. Suddenly, the pain that flooded his body before was replaced with pleasure and only a soft, dull ache lingered in his bones. The sensation of her cock sitting flat inside him, stuffing him to the brim, was now a pleasurable one; one that he relished and wanted more off. He didn't dare want Katniss to move, knowing that the slightest shift inside of him could disrupt the delicate balance of pleasures within his body. Wanting to preserve that, he let his breathing calm, hooking his legs softly around Katniss's hips and trying to pin her in place, unwittingly signalling to her that he wanted more, etching a smirk on the girl's face as she prepared to fuck her first arse; and fuck it good and proper, just how she had always fantasised.

Drawing her hips back, she started nice and slow, immediately silencing any attempts from Peeta to get her stop and give him more time. Though, he was not silenced in pain, but instead, overwhelming pleasure. The constant grinding into his prostate, the driving of her cock back and forth, was immense and unbelievably pleasurable. He simply lay there and took it, trying his best to keep his senses to himself and for him not to go unconscious from the new boundless realms of pleasure.

Katniss got no pleasure from this in a traditional sense, with the inside of the strapon being completely leather. Instead, the carnal satisfaction of fucking Peeta was what satiated her desires. Her hands let go of his cock and instead grabbed each of his ankles, keeping his legs spread and she drove into him harder and faster, never going quite so fast as to hurt him, but hard enough to push his boundaries that little bit further. Peeta's cock unwittingly spilled a second, meeker orgasm out onto his body, this one barely indistinguishable from pre-cum. Having been drained earlier, he had little to offer, with both him and Katniss not even recognising it.

Instead, they focussed on the movements, with Katniss absolutely adoring every look that Peeta wore upon his face, every grunt and every groan, every sound and every flinch. It was absolutely glorious. His face became flustered as he lay back, his body tensing as a third orgasm began to build, this one being recognisable and actually noticeable in terms of senses. His body was building towards it and as Katniss got more and more in the mood, she began to grin as she fucked him, smiling as she drove into him, "You like that? You like that you filthy butt-slut? Fucking little cock-slut?" "Yes... Oh, fuck, yes..." Peeta groaned, the words being music in his ears. It wasn't that he enjoyed being submissive, but rather that hearing anything from Katniss's lips was silky and indulgent. In fact, they were able to push him into that third orgasm, the boy spraying a load up and across his stomach, Katniss grinning and moaning as he doused himself in cum. She didn't relinquish control of his ass, wanting to fuck him and pound him dry, wanting each thrust to send a spurt of cum wildly from his cock. She grew so impassioned, so forceful that a single bead of cum spurted and struck his face, bridging the gap between his lips and causing Katniss's clit to almost explode with pure orgasmic pleasure and intensity. Continuing to drive her hips into him, she eventually pulled out, drawing her slick, lubed up cock out of his slightly gaping ass, only to watch the boy breathlessly turn to her and smirk, "Thank you... Thank you..."

And with that, his head fell limply to the side, the boy drifting immediately off to sleep as he lay there, dripping from his own cum. Katniss suddenly broke free of the haze of pleasure, realising what she had just done. Whilst she adored the fact that she had gotten to fulfil her dream and relished the fact that she still held some erotic energy within her, she did wonder if she had pushed it too far. Dropping the strapon to the ground, she staggered towards the door, glancing back at Peeta and wondering if she should do something, before quickly turning and rushing back to her room, still completely naked.

END OF GAY CONTENT

Entering her room, she closed the door behind her, pinning her naked body up against it as she caught her breath. She wanted to feel ashamed for leaving him in such a desolate state, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure. Smirking, she revelled in the fact she accomplished one of her fantasies and whilst she could have certainly handled it better, it was an immensely hot and erotic scene. Slipping towards her bed, she didn't bother getting dressed into night attire and simply slipped beneath the sheets in the buff, the bed slowly engulfing her. Her pussy burned with erotic desire, but she quenched it and simply rolled over, finally being able to sleep; forgetting of the encroaching day that would come tomorrow.