It was mornings like this that Emery was glad that she was only nineteen. Too many nights had she wasted drinking herself to sleep after a particularly bad depressive episode, and it was nice to not have to worry about a hangover the morning after. It made hiding her alcoholism much easier than it would otherwise.

Opening her eyes, Emery's brow furrowed as she realized that she was actually in bed this time. Usually, she would wake up by the toilet, or passed out on the floor. Never usually in bed though, and definitely never properly tucked in and comfy. Made her wonder what had happened… yesterday.

Oh no.

The memories began to leak into her brain, her face paling the more she remembered. Darius had found her drunk on the couch, had started saying something that her drunk mind hadn't really registered, and then she- and then she…

"Oh gods and spirits, I offered him my body for friendship."

She wanted to die right there, more so than she ever had before. It was bad enough that Darius saw her wasted, but then for her to offer herself up like that? To her friend, her only friend? There was no way she could show her face to him again. Their friendship was over, no doubts about it. H-He obviously turned her down, so she mustn't have been attractive enough for him. She was thankful for that in a sense, even if it didn't make things any better.

Pulling her knees up to her chest, Emery rested her head on them as she held back a sniffle. None of what happened yesterday was supposed to happen. She didn't mean to get emotional during English, she just couldn't stand all those, those mean things everyone was saying about her. She might've been a little angry with him, but she didn't mean to make him think she didn't want to be around him.

He probably got tired of dealing with her and decided to cut his losses. Maybe he was thinking of ways to break the news to her when he found her drunk. That was probably why he was there in the first place. He's way more popular than she is, so he wouldn't mind losing one loser as a friend.

B-But that was fine. She didn't need to have a friend. People ignored her all the time, and when they didn't, they would try and take advantage of her. It would be selfish of her to keep taking up his time like she had been. There was-

"Hey, I heard you whispering something while I was in the kitchenette and decided to bring you breakfast."

Her head shot up, whipping around towards her door where Darius stood. He was wearing his school uniform, though without the blazer and with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. She could see his tie and a hint of his vest, but that was covered up by a black apron with the words "Please Fuck the Chef" embroidered on with a blue rose to the side of it diagonally.

In his left hand was a large ceramic plate that definitely didn't belong in her apartment. On the plate was a large heaping of eggs and bacon, with several thick Halorian toasts stacked on top of each other next. His other hand held a clear glass cup filled with orange juice.

He was still here. He was still here, and he made her breakfast.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but feel silly about her earlier assumptions. Darius was a lot of things. Self-centered, narcissistic, a pervert, rude, and way too blunt for his own good. But he was honest, usually to a fault, and had a surprising amount of kindness buried under all his ego. He was basically her opposite, to be honest. She was shy and insecure, he was boisterous and confident. She didn't really like herself or her body, he loved everything about himself, especially his body. She didn't think she deserved any friends, and he had said she was his friend. And no matter how unlikely of a friendship they had, he claimed that he'd never betray his word.

And for some reason, she believed him.

Tugging the hem of her large shirt down, she covered her panties and pushed the blanket covering her away. "I-Is it alright if I eat in the living room? I don't want to get food stains on my bed accidentally."

His eyebrow raised slightly, a lazy smirk that she could tell came naturally to him forming on his lips. "It's your apartment Emery. You can eat anywhere you want."

Stepping back, he turned towards the living room as he walked. Climbing out of bed, she shimmied past the dresser with her clothes in it and made sure to avoid stubbing her toe on the walls as she walked around the end and into her living- oh wow.

Emery wasn't exactly the best cleaner, she just could never really find the motivation to do so. So, there was usually always a bit of a mess everywhere. But not anymore. Her tile floors, which were once a pale yellow, were now a gleaming white. Her couch was a vibrant brown, whereas before it was stained and dull looking. There were still the several patches and stitches she had made to it present, but it seemed to add to the homey feel it now had.

Her walls weren't as grimy looking, her table and kitchenette counters shinier than they had been when she first got the apartment. Her computer was- computer?

She eyes the living room with a bit more scrutiny, several new additions making their presence known to her. There was a TV sitting on a stand she didn't have before, a SimStation 2 on one of the stand's shelves alongside two controllers and a few games. There was a computer tower by the TV too, with a keyboard and mouse sitting on a small laptop table by the couch. On the other side of the couch was a new lamp, which was needed since the small window at the far end of the living room wall revealed it to still be dark out. On the side of all that was a shelf with-

"D-Darius!"

He turned to face her, a puzzled expression on his face as he continued to hold the food in his hands. "Yeah? What's up?"

The borderline innocent confusion on his face was enough to frustrate her. Pointing her arms to the shelf, Emery half-yelled at him. "Why did you put all of, all of those there?!"

The "those" she was referring to, was the embarrassingly large array of sex toys that she had hidden and lost around the apartment. Some of those she hadn't seen in months, and now they were sitting proudly on a shelf out in the open for anyone in the apartment to see. It wasn't her fault that she had so many! It was her darn Forestkin biology, and its unfortunately high natural libido.

Darius either didn't sense her annoyance, or completely ignored it as his gaze followed where she was pointing. Once his eyes finally landed on the shelf, he chuckled quietly to himself and looked back at her. "Oh, those. Well now that I know that the top and vibrating thing that I had found the other day are actually sex toys, I figured I'd be nice and organize them for you. First you have your butt plugs, then the dildos, followed by the vibrators, and finally you have the miscellaneous category. Of course, each category is arranged in size order, so you can easily choose whatever is suiting your horny needs at that moment."

There was so much wrong with that concept, enough that it short circuited her brain. Her embarrassed annoyance drained out of her system, a tired acceptance taking its place as she slapped her face with both hands and groaned slightly. "W-Would you be mad if I moved that to my room later?"

Another eyebrow raise from him, though this time there was a bit more amusement in the expression than there had been before. "Again, it's your apartment. You can take and use your sex toys however you want."

She didn't know if she was just getting used to him, or if it was just his general personality, but she didn't feel as shameful as she normally would in this situation. Instead, she just felt annoyed. Oh no, was he corrupting her?!

Pushing that terrifying thought out of her head, Emery decided to focus on the other big changes in the room. "Darius, why is there so much stuff in my living room now?"

He hummed, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he stood up a little bit straighter. "Well, after upsetting you like I did yesterday, I decided that I needed to apologize. I was going to do that yesterday, but you were apparently wasted so that was a no go."

She winced, but didn't say anything as he continued.

"After putting you to bed, I realized that words weren't enough. Much like Extreme once said, it would take more than words. So, I went down to the local mall, Jenny's, and grabbed a bunch of stuff to make it up to you. Oh, I also stocked up your fridge with actual food and got rid of all those nasty beer cans you kept in there. Then, I decided to make you some breakfast since it's currently one in the morning and I had a feeling you'd need something to eat after waking up."

…Eh.

There really wasn't anything she could say to that, if only because of shock. Did he realize how insane this all is? He hurt her feelings once, so he decided to spend Spirits knows how many silvets on a bunch of stuff for her, and then make her breakfast? What?!

Taking a moment to digest all that, Emery was able to find her voice and finally try and get some answers. "You can cook? You bought all of this for me? How much did this even cost?"

Giving her a smug grin, he placed down the food he had been holding and began taking off his apron. "In order, yes, I can cook. I kind of have to, considering Daria seems to live off instant ramen and cum. Both of which are things I refuse to consume."

Emery refused to comment on that.

"And of course, I bought all this for you. Why else would I put it all here? To be honest, I think I might have a taste for extravagance and expensive stuff, so I figured why not splurge and really go big on this whole thing."

Slipping his apron off, he folded it up in his hands and placed it on the couch. "And as for the last thing, give me a second."

Resting his elbow on his left hand, he used his right hand to point at each purchase he had made. After going through each one, all the while quietly muttering to himself, he nodded before placing his hands on his hips. "It's all around five hundred silvets, give or take."

Her jaw dropped. That was almost half of what she made in a year working part-time. If she worked three hours a day after school every day, and eight hours on the weekend, she'd just be able to make around thirty-one silvets a week. And most of that went towards her student loan debt and her rent, which was thankfully much lower than the other tenants in the complex thanks to Lustcraft-Sensei owning the building and giving her reduced rent.

"H-How much money do you even have?"

After asking him that, she could not help but feel it was a bit rude to say. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind as he just shrugged. "Well like a day or two ago, Daria and Darian opened a bank account in my name and put in about four hundred thousand silvets. Honestly, as much money as that sounds like, it's a drop in the ocean for those two. Seriously, they're so rich it's almost disgusting."

Completely ignoring her shock, Darius continued on with his explanation. "Honestly, I've been thinking about what to do with it for a while. Obviously, they want me to use that money to invest and make something of myself so that I can be financially independent. But I'm not sure what."

His open musings were enough for her to bounce back from the surprise, sitting down on the couch as she grabbed the fork and knife on the food plate Darius had put down on the coffee table. Cutting into one of the Halorian toasts, she picked up the piece with her fork and brought it to her lips, biting it off her utensil.

Her eyes widened. This was amazing! Way better than the Burger Palace breakfast menu! The Halorian toast was slightly gooey in the center, making it feel like the food was melting in her mouth just a little bit. And it was sweet, without being super sugary either!

Forgoing any restraint whatsoever, Emery stabbed her fork into the rest of the toast and shoved it into her mouth. As she chewed, she began to gather up some of the eggs and bacon. Swallowing the small Heaven in her mouth, she inhaled the eggs and bacon.

"Huh, so that's how your ass got so fat."

Her hands stopped shoveling food into her mouth while she turned her head to glare at him. Her cheeks were still stuffed with Halorian toast, which puffed them out like a chipmunk, but in a way she was sure was super threatening. Unfortunately, Darius must've been immune to terror, as he just laughed and booped her on the nose.

She continued to glare, even as he plopped down on the couch. Sitting right next to her, he crossed one leg over the other and rested his arms on the back of the couch. The inside of his elbow was right behind her head, the back of her hair brushing against it as she angrily poked his side. "Don't call me fat."

The amusement present in his posture was clear as day, as he made no attempt to even try and hide it. Instead, he just wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a side hug. "It was a compliment, I assure you. No reason to be shy about how wonderfully thicc you are. And I don't mean that in the stupid way."

There was no way she was going to admit that she knew what thicc meant, so she just pouted. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he was hugging her, something she blamed on her love for physical affection. It also helped that there wasn't any intent behind his gestures besides what he purposefully displayed. He didn't hold her out of lust, surprisingly, or for any romantic reasons. He was oddly platonic with such intimate gestures, something she appreciated. Who would've thunk that she was actually fond of intimacy like this? Definitely not her.

Though there was still one thing sort of wriggling in her mind. One little nagging topic that she needed to let out. "Darius, about yesterday- "

He pulled her closer, to the point where their hips were touching, and her head was resting on his chest. He was warm, and also very solid. It would be distracting if it weren't Darius. "Don't worry about it. What happened was my fault, and as such I'll take the blame for it."

Shifting to better face her, he rested his chin on top of her head. His other arm wrapped around her as well, his hand gently rubbing circles into her back. "All you need to worry about, is being happy. As your friend, I'd be upset if you weren't. Aight?"

…Ah. There was a warm bubbly feeling inside of her, something that she had forgotten how to feel. It wasn't a relief that he was still her friend, though she definitely was relieved by that, nor was it any sort of romantic attachment. She was just… happy.

She liked being happy, even if she wasn't sure deserved it.

"…Thank you."

He hummed, the sound coming deep from within his chest and vibrating into her. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just being a good friend, Em."

Huh… Em. She liked the way it sounded, coming from him.

I ended up staying at Emery's apartment for a while, finally bidding her adieu after the sun began to rise. We mostly just spent the time playing around with the television, trying to figure out how to get the Film Flicker app to work before giving up and just talking for a few hours. It was fun, and way better than doing homework like I should have been doing.

Unlocking Daria's apartment door, I quietly stepped into the large apartment and closed the door behind me. I can't be sure if she's still outside with one of her booty calls or not, since this is usually around the time she gets back. The lights were off, so there's a good chance that I have some time before-

"Oh my. Right there, work that arm of yours."

Damn it, she brought her date home.

Judging by where the moans were coming from, I could safely guess that they were in the living room. So, if I'm quiet enough I'll be able to sneak past them and take a quick nap. I may not be tired, but I don't want to screw up my sleep schedule too badly. Sleep is important.

Simultaneously cursing the fact that the hall to my room was right next to the living room while being thankful for the fact that the living room doors were closed, I tiptoed through the gap between the living room and the kitchen. The entire apartment was unnervingly quiet, which made sneaking through it that much more nerve wracking.

Huh. I can't hear Daria anymore. She doesn't seem to be the quiet type in bed, so why is she-

One of the living room doors slid open, a hand grabbing me by the shoulder and throwing me into the room. Landing on my ass, I groaned as I placed a hand on the central kotatsu and sat up.

"Uh, hey Big D."

"Hey Eva- the fuck?"

Glancing to the left, I raised an eyebrow as my eyes met Evanora's. She was wearing nothing but an unbuttoned dress shirt and a smile, leaving a wide cleavage gap visible as she sat with her legs crossed. Her prosthetic arm was plainly visible, the sleeve of the shirt rolled up to where the hard plastic met her flesh.

She wore a slightly guilty smile, laughing awkwardly as she rubbed her shoulder. "I mean, can you blame me D? Your sister is, well, her. Double D doesn't even do it justice."

I was trapped between being annoyed and begrudging respect, so I settled for somewhere in the middle and just sighed. "Don't worry about it. Daria is… Daria."

"Damn right I am."

The woman in question stood right in front of me, the door she had opened to grab my shoulder now completely closed. She was wearing a red flannel shirt, which had once been buttoned but her prodigious chest popped more than a few center buttons leaving a large gap in her cleavage. Hang on a second…

"Is that my flannel shirt?"

There wasn't even a shred of hesitance in her voice when she grinned and answered. "Yup! I pulled it from your hamper so that I can smell the sweat you left in it from your time at the nightclub."

There were several things wrong with that statement. But it did make sense, considering how both badly and well it seemed to fit her. Badly in the sense that it was clearly not made for a woman of her bust size to be wearing. But well in the sense that on any other woman, the shirt would probably reach around their knees. But on her, the fact that she was only an inch or two shorter than I was, meant that it stopped right around her early thigh, covering her groin by an inch and no more.

"So uh, why'd you bring your brother in here?"

Evanora, asking the real questions, looked up at Daria with more than a little confusion in her eyes. And before I could try and explain that I wasn't technically anyone's brother, Daria took the conversation by the reins. "Because he's here and you were just admitting that you wanna have a Daria-Darius sandwich."

"Stop that!"

My cry went ignored as Evanora's eyes widened, before flicking back between me and Daria several times. "Oh shit. Teach, that was a fantasy. I mean, isn't that, ya know, weird?"

Daria scoffed, rolling her eyes as she took a step closer towards us. "Please, things might be that way back in the Swamp, but not here. There isn't a single reason why we can't do this right here right now. Trust me, I made sure of that."

"The hell do you mean you made sure of that!?"

The two ignored me once again, Evanora biting down on her non-plastic thumb as her brain went a million miles an hour. "I-I mean, if you insist. Who am I to say no to such a sexy ass fantasy?"

"Evanora, you were the chosen- "

"That's enough out of you."

A weight settled on my stomach almost instantly, forcing me to suddenly readjust myself with my surroundings as Daria rested on top of me. Her hair covered one of her eyes, pooling on top of my chest as she dragged herself up me. Her lips were cherry red, lipstick somehow perfectly applied to them. Her pink tongue darted out between her lips, licking them as she let out a warm breath on my face. "Evanora, dear? Take care of his dick while I work up here."

"Wait wha- "

Her lips crashed onto my own, and I raised the white flag.

My once idle hands grabbed onto her waist, fingers digging into her as I kissed her back. Daria chuckled, not separating our lips as the vibration from the laugh traveled into me. Her hands held my face tightly, keeping my head locked in place as Evanora unzipped my pants and fished my dick out.

"Oh damn, I was definitely underselling the big part, Big D."

Fuck, she's stroking my ego and my dick. I love it.

Something warm and wet began to rub against my cock, lapping at it like an ice cream. My hands tightened on reflex, making Daria moan as my fingers gripped her waist with a death-like grip. Pulling away from me just a bit, she smirked as she rested her head on my shoulder, nibbling on my neck. While she bit down on my neck in ways that were definitely going to leave marks, she glanced down towards Evanora. "He looks ready enough. Do you want to skip the foreplay and get straight into the main course?"

Evanora paused in her ministrations, a sly look in her eye as she opened her mouth and shoved her face down. Her mouth widened as my dick bulged in her throat, and she held it down the best she could before pulling off it and gasping for air. "Damn, thought I could take all of it. Oh well, let's get this sandwich going, yeah?"

"My opinion stopped mattering the moment I walked into the apartment, but yeah. Let's."

Daria grinned, rolling off of me and onto her back. Her breasts sagged to the side slightly, gravity working against them as they filled in even more of the flannel shirt. "Come on Evanora, climb on and give Mommy Daria a kiss."

I ignored their weird roleplay, unbuttoning my vest and dress shirt as Evanora wasted no time getting into position. Her own dress shirt had found its way to the floor, leaving her breasts bare. They were decently sized, a large C-cup if I had to guess, but compared to Daria's massive mammaries they seemed almost small. Not that it stopped her from pressing them against Daria's covered ones, the two women locking lips as Daria grabbed both of Evanora's ass cheeks and spread them, revealing the younger woman's pussy and asshole.

Settling behind Evanora and tossing my shirt and vest to the side, I rested my dick between her ass cheeks and slowly dragged it back and forth. That got her attention, as she pulled away from Daria and looked back at me. "H-Hey, D, it's been a while since I've been with a guy. Picking a good one for a night can be hard, ya know? Especially afterwards since they like to brag to their friends and then it becomes a whole thing with them thinking that just because you like to fuck means that you're an easy lay and then- "

Daria's hand slapped Evanora on the ass, forcing the woman to clear her throat and try to the point. "Just uh, take it easy, yeah?"

She clearly wasn't expecting to get fucked by a dude today. She clearly wasn't expecting a lot of what just happened. And I could sympathize, considering how much of a hurricane Daria can be. So, I gave her a quick smile as I gently patted her waist. "Don't worry about a thing, Evanora. Unlike some people, I'll be considerate."

"Don't be an ass, Darius!"

We both ignored her, Evanora's shoulders relaxing as she chuckled. "Thanks dude. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna be making out with your sister."

The weirdness of that statement was something that I was able to look past as I instead focused on something more interesting. Sliding my dick down to her pussy, I rubbed against it and let her arousal lube me up a bit. Holding my dick with two fingers, I quickly gave it a quick course adjustment before pushing into her.

"O-Oh fuck me, I did it expect it to feel this thick!"

My head sank in easily enough, and I began to give it a few shallow thrusts. While I did that, Daria worked on the other end with Evanora's breasts. The older woman began to lick and nibble on Evanora's nipples, using one of her hands to grope the other breast.

"Oh, Gods you two! D-Did you guys practice this or something?"

Words failed me in the moment, so I just responded by thrusting deeper than before, earning a groan from Evanora. Daria on the other hand, was a lot more mouthy, even as she swirled her tongue around the other woman's nipple. "Darius and I, well you can say that we're built differently. We're the best lays you'll ever have, ruining you for both men and women."

Despite doing my best to be gentle, Daria's words ignited something in me that pushed me to thrust even deeper into Evanora. My hand tightened ever so slightly, still holding her softly by my understanding of the word, but still hard enough to redden her skin where my fingers gripped her. All the while, Daria continued to talk, digging her thumb into Evanora's mouth and swirling it around. "Other, lesser people won't be enough to satisfy you after we're done with you. There's going to be a little itch inside of your pussy, and they'll never be able to scratch it. Leaving you unsatisfied, and desperate."

I tried to thrust deeper inside of Evanora, but the tip of my cock hit some sort of barrier before I could get all of me inside of her. It was frustrating, and a part of my mind wanted to just use my inhuman strength to barrel through it and explore her deeper. But I withheld, instead focusing on leaning over her back and gently biting down onto her shoulder.

Her breath hitched, eyes closing as she let out a series of short, shallow breaths. Daria seized the opportunity, pulling her thumb from the other woman's mouth. "But don't worry, we'll take care of you. You can stay with us, living here in this complex. And then, whenever that itch comes back, you can beg us to scratch it."

Giving me a quick look, Daria tilted her head towards Evanora. Getting the memo, I pulled back as far as I could, leaving just the very tip of my head in her. Under her breath, she whined at the sudden emptiness I left with. Not that I was going to leave her like that, as I carefully put just the right amount of strength into thrusting my hips forward, the tip of my dick slamming into the barrier from earlier and pushing against it slightly, though not enough to go past it.

"FUCK!"

Just enough to make her really feel it.

Evanora opened her eyes, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she frantically looked all around the room. Eventually, she landed on Daria's thumb, where a fresh layer of her spit dripped down the woman's hand. Daria, happy now that she had some attention on her, lifted the thumb up towards her face, placing it in her mouth and slurping messily on it.

The way Daria's lips wrapped around her thumb, her cheeks caving in as she sucked on it with a force that would probably break anyone else's thumb, was hot. Evanora must've found it mind blowingly sexy, as she began to pant and whimper. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum, oh gods I'm gonna cum."

Daria, the sultry seductress that she was, just smoldered at her and locked eyes with the trembling woman. "Yes, you'll beg for this feeling. And we'll give it to you, because you're going to be our pet. We'll feed you, dress you up, and fuck you whenever we want. And when we decide you get to finally get your release, we'll look you in the eyes and whisper in your ear… "

Her hand wrapped around Evanora's neck, not roughly or anything like that, but with authority and power beyond mere physical strength. She pulled Evanora towards her, displaying dominance unsuited to her position on the ground, and whispered in her ear while keeping her eyes locked onto Evanora's. "Yes pet, you've been a good girl. And good girls may cum."

Evanora stiffened as her jaw dropped, a silent scream wracking through her body as she shuddered. Her insides clenched around me with a near virgin tightness, and it took a considerable amount of willpower not to empty inside her right then and there.

Collapsing onto Daria, Evanora rode out the last throes of her orgasm in a near catatonic looking state. Her body continued to twitch, but her eyes were wide and unfocused as she drooled onto Daria's flannel. Her cunt continued to flex and loosen, and I quickly had to pull out lest I accidentally cum inside of her. I don't know if she's on any sort of contraceptive, and I don't want to change that.

Still, that left my dick out in the open, red and angry as my balls grew blue. It twitched with frustration, and my desire to stick it back inside the unconscious girl and blow my load was only stopped by the stronger desire to make sure I didn't rape a person, especially my friend.

"Oh no, we can't have that. Come on, let your Onee-Chan take care of it. After all, you deserve a reward for helping me break her."

I went to call Daria out on her weebness on instinct, but stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I saw her. She had decided to sit up, rolling Evanora to the side as she did so. She wore a cocky smile, her hair still covering one of her eyes as she held her breasts on either side with both hands. "Come on, fuck my titties and make a mess of them with your cum. Cum in my titties and help me make the school a playground of debauchery."

Yes.

There was no need for accuracy, not when I was this damn horny. I trusted my instinct, grabbing Daria by the shoulders and shoving my dick between her boobs. Her tit flesh was bountiful, more than enough to completely envelop my dick as she squeezed her tits together.

"Fufufu, that's it. Fuck your Big Sis' bigger titties."

I was too distracted to say anything about her continued kinkiness, the almost sweltering heat of her tits sandwiching my cock being more than enough of a reward to allow her weird fetishes. And considering how close to cumming I was before pulling out of Evanora, it didn't take me long to reach that point again.

Pulling Daria's chest to me, I slammed into it one last time before holding her there. My orgasm hit harder than it ever had before, coating the inside of her breasts and getting stuck in there by the nearly airtight hold her tits had on me.

Extracting my dick with a satisfied huff, I idly watched as Daria quickly turned over towards Evanora as cum began to drip down onto her flannel. She bent over, letting more of the white stuff fall onto the unconscious woman's face and chest with a smirk. "My my, don't you look so pretty with a little bit of cum on your face. We should make you wear it all the time."

Now that I had post-nut clarity on my side, I realized that something about Daria's tone irked me. It was dismissive, demeaning, and more than a little cruel. Maybe if it were some random girl I just met, I wouldn't care, but it wasn't. This was Evanora, and she was my friend. Not only that, but the way she talked about making the school a playground of debauchery made me feel mildly uncomfortable.

Adjusting my pants, I kept my dick out as I frowned. The position Daria was in made her shirt ride up, exposing her ass and pussy to me. Despite my frustrations with the woman, I had to admit that she had a dumptruck of an ass. It was fat and big, more than enough meat on it to smack around. But it was also perky, to an inhuman degree when considering its size. Really, there was no natural way anyone could be as hot as her, even with surgery or any sort of alteration of the body. She was physically perfect, and more than lived up to her claim of besting Bestial Lust.

Her personality could use some work though.

I'd like to consider myself a fairly level-headed individual, not being prone to anger unless something pushed a specific button combination. But Daria? She manages to find new ways to push my buttons in all of the most infuriating of ways. And she knew it.

The moment she realized that her powers were basically ineffective against me unless she opened herself up to being weak against my own, she found new ways to poke me. From walking around the house naked, to rubbing herself against me, and even to switching my glass of milk with her breast milk that one time, she finds new ways to annoy me.

And she knows she can get away with it. She's older than me, stronger than me, so she runs the house. It was a basic social hierarchy between us, where she was in charge and I just had to grit my teeth and take it. Whatever instincts I had always enforced this, and going against her was almost unthinkable.

But now, with her back towards me while being completely vulnerable? Those same instincts were pushing me to act. And who was I to say no?

"We'll make a pleasure slave of you yet, Evanora. Hey Darius, are you still- "

I snuck up behind her, grabbing the back of her neck and twisting our bodies so that I could slam her face first onto the ground. She gasped, more out of surprise than pain, before she looked up at me from the corner of her eyes. There was shock there, which slowly faded as an annoyed realization bled into them. "Darius, what do you think you're doing? You have five seconds to let go before I get angry."

There was no way I was stopping now. Placing my knee on the back of her legs, I gave her a smug look as I used all the physical strength I could gather to keep her pinned down. "And what exactly are you going to do about it, Daria?"

She scowled, her arms pushing against the ground in order to force me off with her own strength. She slowly began to rise, pushing against me and gaining just a little more ground with every passing moment. She was stronger than me, that much I knew. But not by as much as I thought she was. I held strong, pushing her down slightly before we ended up at a stalemate. One that she was starting to win.

Fuck it, time to leverage the position.

I still had a free hand left, and while I could use it to strengthen my hold on her, I decided to try something else. Rearing my arm back, I threw away any and all notions of holding back, something I've been doing since I first woke up. Pulling back just a little bit more, I threw my arm forward and slapped her ass as hard as I could.

"AH!"

The slap shocked her, allowing me to push her back into the ground and regain the integrity of my hold. She looked up again, her frustration having been burned away by rage as she glared heatedly at me. "You fucking dead man, that hurt!"

…did it now? Despite her anger, my confidence in the situation grew as I tilted my head and smirked. "Yes, I suppose that did hurt you, didn't it?"

There was a moment of confusion, where she was unable to put two and two together in order to come upon the same realization I did. But that moment passed very quickly, and when it did, she looked up at me with a sliver of panic in her eyes. "Oh shit, you can hurt me."

Her attempts at freeing herself grew frantic as she began to wriggle in order to try and loosen my grip as she pushed herself up. Not that it mattered, as a single spank on her ass was enough to weaken her and stop her from overpowering me.

The centuries of being borderline invincible must have eroded her sense of pain, as each smack on her ass was enough for her to tear up. She probably hasn't felt pain in decades, centuries even. So, she's extra sensitive to it. I, on the other hand, am still young. Not only that, but I still train with Darian. I feel pain just about every time he hits me, and I've gotten used to it slightly. I can recognize it, and I can ignore it to a degree. She can't. And that's where I have the advantage. "So, what was that about letting you go before you get angry?"

She laughed nervously, still partially in shock at the sudden turn of events. "W-Well you've made your point. Now why don't you let go of me so that we can go back to normal and forget this ever happened?"

Hm, bargaining already? Switching cheeks, I rubbed my hand against her ass before giving it a good backhanded slap, my knuckles leaving red marks against her skin.

"AH FUCK!"

With that point made, I leaned in closer to her and grinned. She eyed me warily, her previous anger slowly bleeding back into her expression as I spoke. "Here's the plan, if I let you go right now you have to stop doing whatever this pleasure slave thing you were doing with Evanora. Not just with her, but everyone. Got it?"

Annoyance flashed in her gaze, but it was quickly replaced with an all too self-satisfied look as she scoffed. "You sure about that? You seemed to enjoy it while you were pounding that girl's brains out. Really helped me out there. Usually, it takes a little longer to break a person like that. Besides, I have a few easy targets in mind now that I think about it. Emery is so desperate for connections, she'd break like th- "

I scowled deeply, a sudden hate for the woman at my mercy growing within my chest. Clenching my hand into a fist, I stuck my thumb out and aimed it at her backdoor. Daria's eyes widened, but before she could beg I shoved my thumb up her ass all the way to the base.

"Augh, that doesn't go there!"

The sudden burst of anger left me as quickly as it came, though I still glared at her. She huffed, trying to mask her pain as annoyance. "You're too sensitive you ass. Can't take a fucking joke."

"It wasn't very funny."

A growl escaped her, one that didn't fit her human appearance. She glared up at me, eyes slitted as she bared her sharpened teeth at me. Her nails elongated also, giving her hands a claw-like look that made her seem even more feral. "Neither is this. The moment I escape from this, I'm going to break an entire classroom worth of women and have them stay here in a permanent orgy just to piss you off. In fact, I'll make sure there are a few familiar faces in there just to rub it in."

In any other circumstance, I'd enjoy an orgy. However, the fact that it gave Daria any sense of satisfaction soured the whole thing in my eyes. "Daria, all I want you to do is leave my friends alone. It's easy, so stop making things difficult."

Her lips curled upwards, a cocky grin on her lips as she tried to push against me once more. "You should know by now, pride is everything. And I refuse to be dominated by some upstart who can't even control his powers properly."

Damn our pride. I won't be able to get anywhere at this rate, especially trying to negotiate with her. I need to up the ante, to really prove that I'm serious about this. Something that I have over her that will last for a while.

Looking back down at her, I curled my thumb up. She winced despite her best efforts to hide it, the flash of pain in an area that she apparently never really used before being enough to stop her from struggling for a moment.

"You'd think your ass would be looser, considering how much of a slut you are."

That seemed to rile her up, to the point where she forgot the number one rule and looked me dead in the eyes as she tried to retort. "No one has ever been able to get inside my ass since my anal cavity is too strong for them to penetrate. Same goes for most toys."

She shut her mouth as soon as she realized what happened, but it was too late. I got the information I needed, even if it meant that I had to leave myself open to her Lustful Gaze in order to do so. Thankfully, I knew just how to leverage said information. "Well, it looks like we're on the precipice of a first for you. Either you agree to do what I asked, or I take the one virginity you couldn't get rid of."

The fear in her eyes was palpable, even as she tried to hide with a sneer. "Oh, so you're threatening to rape me now? What a paragon of morality you've turned out to be."

There was a slight bit of hypocrisy on my end, I'll admit that. And looking past my frustration was enough to realize that, while not alone in it, I was still in the wrong. "You're right, but all I'm asking is to not do a bad thing. Planting seeds into Evanora's mind like that, using your powers to make her into a pleasure slave, I won't allow it. She's my friend, and you will leave what's mine- my friends alone."

Another growl, though this time there was something more human about the frustration behind it. "She's human! Yeah, they're cool and all, and some of them are nice to be around, but that's it! They're a footnote at the end of the day, a throwaway line amongst thousands of others! It's fine to have a few favorites, but not to the point where you start infighting!"

I… what? "Excuse me? The hell do you mean by that?"

She scoffed, her nails digging into the floor as she looked away. "Ugh, you stupid emotional dumbass! I told you, I've told you several times to never forget that we're not human! We look like them, but we aren't! We don't age, we can't be killed through mortal means, we have powers tied to our very being! We have incredibly strong instincts built into our heads, more like an animal than a human. At the end of the day, they don't matter. We do."

No, no I don't agree with that. I can't agree with that. It's wrong. She may believe it, but it's wrong.

"There you go again, with that stupid look on your face. Do you know how absolutely infuriating it is to see you like this? To see one of my own thrash about with morality even though it doesn't matter? Darian convinced me to accept it as growing pangs, little quirks that you'll get over as you age, and I accepted that. I didn't like it, but I accepted it. Hell, it was cute even. Like a little drama for my own amusement. But this is when things go too far. This is where I draw the line."

At some point she just stopped trying to escape, instead just choosing to lay there with a tired annoyance stuck on her face. "Your annoying powers make holding all this in really difficult, which is frustrating since they shouldn't even be able to touch me, much less affect me. They're breaking the rules, which I shouldn't even admit yet here I am, gone past the point of rage and stuck in cold indifference. Congratulations, Darius."

Somehow, despite being the one on top, she managed to make me feel like the one that was trapped. I continued to hold her down, not out of necessity but just because I didn't know what else to do. "Daria, I'm sorry if I- "

"Shut up. I just- ugh! Flushing out your Influence from my mind is a pain, and you're not making it any better with your half-assed apology."

Her dismissive attitude angered me, more than it should. My hand squeezed around the back of her neck without my input, and I had to suppress a frustrated growl. "Stop that."

She raised an eyebrow, her rage having cooled down to an icy coldness that permeated all around her. "Stop what? Telling you the truth of how I feel? I thought you were into that."

Damn it, Daria! My head throbbed as I tried to calm myself down. "Stop talking down to me. It's… annoying."

This time she laughed, a sound which while aesthetically pleasing managed to cut its way through me in a rather hurtful way. "Gods, you really don't have a shred of self-control, do you? Can't even handle your pride properly. Well, that makes this easier."

That makes what-

I suddenly found myself on my back, gasping for air as Daria straddled me. Her hand was on my throat, clawed fingers digging into my skin and drawing blood. Her eyes were slitted once again, teeth sharp enough to count as fangs as she snarled down at me. "You let your guard down, boy. Now it's time to show you why you don't fuck with the alpha."

She began to drag her nailed down my chest, cutting through the skin and leaving trails of blood where they went. Grabbing her hand before it could go any further, I pulled it away and quickly sat up, slamming my forehead into the bridge of her nose.

"You fuck!"

She recoiled, pinching the bridge of her nose in pain. Pushing her off of me, I reversed our positions and lifted my fist into the air, ready to slam it into her cheek before I hesitated. That hesitation cost me, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, putting her feet onto my chest and kicking me to the other side of the room.

"What, lost your nerve!? I thought you were going to hit me, Seven! Not sit around as I kick your ass!"

I got to my knees, grunting as I tried to reply only for a heel to slam into the side of my face. I fell onto my elbows, placing a hand on the ground as I tried to get back up. However, a slender pair of arms wrapped around my neck and head, placing me in a chokehold.

"Just because I'm not a fighter doesn't mean you can beat me. I'm still stronger than you!"

She tightened her hold on me to make her point, crushing my windpipe and strangling me further. Fighting the instinct to grab at her arm to try and pull it away, I instead kept my arms to the side and elbowed her in the stomach. She grunted, her teeth grinding in my ear, but didn't relent. So, I hit her again, and again, and again. I elbowed her in the same spot over and over, each strike hurting just a bit more than the last until she slipped up.

Her hold loosened ever so slightly, and I used the new wiggle room to turn around. My neck was still in her grasp, but now my throat was free from her pressure. Making a fist, I punched her in the stomach, watching as her eyes widened and she gasped in pain.

I punched her again, hitting her other side as she let go of my neck and stumbled back. She was open, and I wanted to end this with the least amount of violence I could afford. So, I ran into her, tackling her through the wooden door that separated the living room from the entrance.

We landed on her back, me on top with her on the bottom. Her flannel had long since popped its final buttons, leaning her breasts to spill out freely. It was distracting, enough that she was able to throw me off to the side while she tried to get up.

In spite of her sudden advantage, she hesitated to take advantage of it. Not in the same sense that I hesitated, some form unwillingness to do harm onto the other, but more out of still needing to catch her breath from the sudden stomach punches I had given her. Her difficulty with moving past pain gave me the edge, and I pinned her to the ground again.

This time, I held her wrists with my hands in order to stop her from immediately escaping. The red gif my body weight helped keep her down, even as she kicked her legs out trying to escape.

"Daria, please let's talk this out. We don't need to fight!"

She snarled, her canines showing as she tried to dig her claw into the floor in an attempt to get herself free. "Don't you understand how these things work!? We fight until the other submits, and the winner becomes the leader of our little two Aspect group!"

Damn it, damn it, damn it! She was close to getting free, that much I could tell. Only a few more seconds and she might be able to flip me over and start this whole thing again. Fuck it, if she won't see reason then I'll just have to be equally unreasonable until she forfeits.

Opening my mouth wide, I bit down onto her shoulder until my teeth broke skin. She yelped, pausing in her attempts at breaking out. Taking a risk, I let go of one of her hands and quickly reached down to my still exposed dick. Angling it more northward than I was used to, I pressed against her anus and pushed forward.

"AAAAAAUUUGGHH!"

Her entire body went ramrod stiff as I thrust half my dick up her ass. Her scream was deafening, enough so that I was glad she soundproofed the apartment lest the neighbors hear it. Her eyes went past the watered stage, as tears flowed down her face. It was a mixture of heart breaking and satisfying that made my head ache.

"Daria, please stop fighting."

She snarled, glaring at me through the agony as she tried to push me off of her with her hand. "F-Fuck off! I won't l-lose to you!"

I pumped my hips forward, causing her to scream and collapse as her arms lost the strength to keep holding her up. She refused to look away from me, refused to look down and seem weak. Instead, she continued to taunt me even in her current state. "W-Was that your plan all along? Rape my a-ass until you're satisfied?"

Frowning, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and lifted her up so that her back was touching my chest. Her weight began to push her down further on my cock, making her whine in pain as I tried to retort. "My plan fell apart the moment I first pinned you. Now I just want to understand you, but you're so damn infuriating to talk to!"

I wrapped my arms around her waist and neck, holding her tightly as I began to normalize my thrusting pattern. She groaned and moaned, a slight hint of pleasure in her voice but said pleasure was still drowned out by discomfort. "Wh-What is there to get? I want something, I-I take it. I like something? I f-fuck it. I follow my instinct to the letter, u-unlike you. You're too busy t-trying to be a good person in spite of your n-nature. Makes your head hurt, d-doesn't it?"

My frown deepened, and I thrust harder into her. She swore, gritting her teeth as she glared at me from the corner of her eyes. "H-Hit a nerve, didn't I? Hell, even now y-you're just feeding into what makes us different. Our instinct, o-our desire. Any normal person w-wouldn't even think of raping someone's ass as a w-way to keep them in line. B-But not us."

Growling, I threw her to the floor. My dick plopped out of her ass as she hit the floor with her elbows. Her asshole was gaping, twitching as it struggled to close after taking the shape of my dick. She rolled over to her back, propping herself up onto her elbows as she shakily tried to get up.

Not that I let her, as I pushed her down by her shoulder and rammed myself back into her asshole, this time going deeper than before. Daria's hands grabbed my arm, unable to do anything but hold it as she winced and whined as pain and pleasure mixed in her moans. "N-Not going to say something? No sarcastic fUUUcking retort?"

My free hand twitched, before I slapped her left tit with my back hand. She gasped, glaring at me as she ignored the enjoyment that tinged her voice. I didn't, however. "You're talking a lot of shit for a pain slut."

She gasped, both in shock and the anal pounding she was receiving. "I-I am not a pain slut!"

It was almost funny how easy it was to get under her skin. Something which I can thank her entirely for, ironically enough. She was just as prideful as me, possibly more than I am. So, all I had to do was attack her pride, and the easiest way to do that? Point out that she was getting aroused from being dominated. From being manhandled.

Something I was doing quite a bit of. "I'm just saying it how I see it. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter from being ass fucked, and it could just be me, but I swear you're starting to get into it yourself. You're moaning like a whore now."

Her watery eyes looked away from me, focusing on my hand on her shoulder in order to avoid accidentally making eye contact with me. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, Daria continued with her denial. "Th-That's just because of my powers! They affect me, oh fuck, just as much as they affect others."

I hummed, slamming my hips against hers as I used my free hand to grope at her bouncing tits. Her voice hitched as I flicked her nipple, before a yelp escaped her as I lightly slapped her breast. "While not technically a lie, we both know that you're not being totally honest. We are our powers, you said as much."

She bit her lip, a frown trying to find its way on her face before a particularly hard thrust of mine sent her eyes rolling back into head. "Fuuuck, you're a bastard Seven! Using my own words, oh that's deep, against me!"

Her cheeks were rosy, the pain mixing with arousal in a way that was visibly confusing for her. She was trying to focus, her hands clenching and grasping at the floor in order to get a solid hold. But my continued assault on her ass made it difficult for her. Which was the point.

"We're both bastards. The only question is, what are we going to do about it?"

I slowed my thrusting down, giving her a slight reprieve as I silently hoped that she'd use it wisely. Not that it looked like she would, as she growled to herself and shut her eyes tight. Her jaw was clenched, but I could see it shift slightly as she mulled over some sort of decision. Eventually she opened her eyes and began to smirk, having apparently come to a decision that agreed with her in a way that worried me slightly. "Fine, I'll admit that the pain turns me on. It's new to me, so of course I'd be interested. But just because I admitted it, doesn't mean you've won this battle of dominance yet."

Using a burst of strength I didn't expect from her, she pushed me off of her and onto the floor. I got to my feet immediately, ready to attack before I stopped and was able to see her properly again. Rather than try and get a hit in, she instead got to her feet, knees shaking as she limped over to the kitchen counter. Leaning against it, she turned around and rested her back against the counter, shrugging off the flannel and leaving her completely bare. "In a typical battle, the only way a dispute like this would settle is through exile or death. However, this isn't exactly a typical battle considering we've been fucking for most of it. So why not keep going like that? You want me to submit? Fine, but you'll have to do it my way."

Spreading her legs, one of her hands snaked down her body and did the same to her pussy lips, revealing her cunt in all its glory. "Pump my womb full of your cum, and make me your bitch. Think you have the balls for it, Darius?"

…Fuck this woman is way too literal with the Bestial Lust thing.

"Fine. We've got some contraceptive potions in the back anyway."

Her grin turned sly, though she didn't say anything at first. Instead, she used her other hand to play with her boob, lifting it up and bringing the nipple to her mouth. Giving the tit a squeeze, she drank her own breast milk from the nipple, letting some of it spill into herself. "Right. Well then, why don't we make this special? Look into my eyes, Darius. Look into my eyes as I stare into your own."

I hesitated for a moment, my habit of avoiding her direct line of sight fighting against me in the moment. However, I got past it and took a step towards her, locking eyes as we both gasped as the other's Influence washed over us.

Damn it, she was hot. Her face was still flushed with arousal, her full and pouty lips parted as her warm breath washed over my face. Her skin was smooth, unnaturally so, and felt warm to the touch as I grabbed her plump right thigh and lifted it up. Her leg, long and toned, rested on my hand as I bent my knees slightly, lining my dick up with her pussy before thrusting my whole length into her in one go.

Her head fell back as she moaned, and for a moment our eye contact broke. I didn't let it stay that way for long, however, as I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head forward. She cried out in a mild amount of pain, but this time it was drowned out in favor of pleasure. Our noses kept touching, my constant throwing her up every time my hips met hers with enough force to shatter a normal woman's pelvis.

Words failed us both, as nothing past the animalistic grunts and groans that leapt out of our throats could take form. Her tits, massive and soft like two pillows, were mashed against my chest. Her nipples were hard enough to scratch steel, and rubbed against me in such a way that it stimulated the both of us.

I still had a free hand, so as I pulled back to thrust into her once more, I pulled her waist back. Her spine was forced to curve as I held her up with a single hand, balancing her on the counter and my hand in order to give me more access to her fat marshmallow of an ass. I rubbed the side of it, giving it a rough squeeze before I spanked her.

"MMFF!"

Her legs began to twitch as her insides began to convulse. The warm velvet embrace did its best to milk the cum from me, and it was doing a great job of it as my thrusts grew more frenzied and desperate.

"Oh fuck, Darius, humans can't compare! Y-You kno-oh fuck- know, when I found you, I couldn't get your out of my head. T-To know that there's someone who looked, ooooh, just like a young male me right there. I ha-haven't slept with any guys since. A-And you wanna know something else?"

Her hands grasped my face gently, cupping my cheeks as she stared into my eyes with a borderline obsessive glint in them. "Those contra-ah gods- contraceptive potions d-don't work on me. Our bodies a-are too resistant to them."

My eyes widened, but before I could pull out her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and locked me in. Her hips began to hammer into mine, using a surprising amount of force in spite of the odd position she was in. Before I could say anything, she closed the gap between our lips and kissed me for the second time tonight. Her tongue explored my mouth feverishly, her lidded eyes still locked onto my own as our Influences continued to feed into each other.

There was nothing I could do except enjoy it, so I let go of her thigh and grabbed her ass with both hands. Giving the firm cheeks one final squeeze, I met the end of my rope and did exactly what she asked:

Paint her womb white with the biggest load I've ever had.

Her lips left mine, her eyes finally breaking contact with my own as she dug her face into the crook of my neck. Her hands left my cheeks, falling down to my back as she dug her nails into my flesh.

"Yes, yes! Right there! Breed me!"

Her body shuddered and shivered, her tongue licking my neck as she sloppily kissed my jawline. I, while less expressive, was also still riding that orgasmic high. My chest heaved with exhaustion, a new feeling during sex to be sure. My forehead was moist, seeing as I apparently broke a sweat while fucking her.

Taking a page out of her book, I placed my lips on her clavicle and kissed my way up her slender neck. Reaching up to her sharp jawline, I skipped upwards a bit and nibbled on her earlobe, whispering to her as I did so. "Daria, you're a crazy bitch. "Breed me"? Seriously?"

My tone betrayed my words though, as I couldn't help but be a bit playful with it. My hand pinched her ass, making her yelp as she tore her lips away from my jaw and looked slightly to the left of my eyes. "Live a couple centuries, and you'll end up getting some strong kinks too. Does the idea of you dominating me and making me into your breeding whore make me unbelievably horny? It does now. So, if I'm lucky, we'll be able to get over our low fertility and you'll be able to knock me up right here and now."

…So, this is why they say don't stick your dick in crazy?

You've just gotta love situations that would never happen if either of the two characters were able to stop and think for a second before they act. Daria and Darius both suffer from very similar flaws, fittingly enough, and that leads to conflict between them being almost inevitable. Both are prideful and unwilling to admit their wrong unless absolutely necessary, Daria more so than Darius. They both are too bullheaded and stubborn to think about their actions before they do them, Darius more so than Daria. And both are far, far too easily controlled by their powers. Then you have the sort of cold apathy Daria holds towards most people, with the exception of some that she views more like pets, such as Emery. Obviously, there's shit there that needs to be explored for her, but at least you've gotten a glimpse of it. So yeah.

On a side note, and what a side note it is, I'm an idiot who decided that I'm not busy enough and began programming a text based game based off of Harem Thief. Like, you know, this one. It's only been a week since I started programming it, but I do have a playable version available, though it's admittedly still not even close to complete in my eyes. If you are interested in it, you can go to my personal discord server ( discord. gg / kah6qmUZm3 ) for more information on it and access to the latest versions available. "Oh Hoonter," you prattle, "isn't this too much to work on alongside three other stories and schooling?"

Anyway, this has been A Decent Hoonter, and my work is never done.