Oi! Explicit Sexual Content Contained In This Chapter, M8!

This Chapter's Fucking Huge, So I'll Put A Break In The Text When It Starts!

Marco quickly glanced over to the clock on his nightstand. 12:35. Fantastic, they've already been marked absent. He was not looking forward to the pile of make-up work he had waiting for him. Trying to quell his worries, for the time being, Marco decided to do as he was told and make himself presentable. Meticulously combing and styling his hair, changing from sweats to jeans, and slipping into his favorite red hoodie, Marco was ready for his first 'date' with Star. Although the words 'date with Star' made his mind violently uncomfortable, he was ashamed to admit, he was kinda excited. With one final rundown of his mental checklist, Marco made his way into the hallway and down the stairs. Marco found the princess sprawled out on the living room couch, mindlessly flipping through channels.

"Ugh. Finally!" She huffed, attempting to sit herself up. "You take so long to get ready."

"What can I say? Lookin' this sharp takes time." He playfully bragged, tightening an imaginary bow-tie.

"Your fly's undone." She said, pointing at his black, denim jeans.

"…" Marco silently looked down at his open fly. "…Well, this is why you shouldn't rush me." He said, quickly zipping his pants up. "How 'bout now?"

"Looking sharp!" She teased, giving the boy a thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink.

Marco smiled at the half-sincere praise. Here they were, hanging out and joking around like usual. Maybe he was worrying over nothing. Maybe things won't be that different. Marco took a seat next to her. "So," He began, rubbing his hands together. "Whatcha got planned for today?"

Star withdrew the dimensional scissors from her left, pink, knee-high boot and snipped it a few times, in her hand. "Oh, I know a place…" She said with a sly smirk on her face.

Marco gave her a mild look of uncomfortable hesitance. "Could you… um... tell me?"

"Unh-unh-unh." She playfully scolded, wagging her finger side to side. "It's a surprise!" Star whispered in a mystical tone, making jazz hands next to her face.

"The last 'surprise' you had for me…" Marco said, mimicking her jazz hands. "…ended with two and a half weeks of physical therapy."

"Okay, fireworks on rollerskates didn't go as smoothly as I planned, I can admit that… What? I thought you would like it."

Marco didn't respond, merely crossing his arms and giving her ruffled glare.

"C'mon, it would have been so cool if it worked. We just need to figure out how to keep them from exploding, and we've got a million-dollar idea on our hands!"

Marco wasn't convinced, maintaining the same grumpled look on his face.

Star sighed. Swallowing her pride, Star wrapped her hand around Marco's fingers. "Marco, I know my plans don't always work out the way they should, but… I need you to trust me on this one." Her voice was quiet and serene, yet, somehow, filled with energy. She held his hand tightly, a firm grip around his fingers. A touch, not portraying love and passion, but trust and confidence. Star gave him a peck on the cheek before standing from the couch and pulling her boyfriend up, to join her. Star locked eyes with Marco, giving him a warm, calming smile. "Trust me, It's gonna be great."

Marco took a deep breath. "…O-Okay. I trust you." Marco said, attempting to sound confident.

Not letting go of Marco's hand, Star opened a swirling, blue vortex, in the center of the living room. The two exchanged nods before hopping into the vortex together.

"O-Okay! I don't trust you, Star! I don't trust you!" Marco shouted, lying, face up, in a good two feet of snow. Marco frantically sat himself up, pulling his hood over his head and hiding his nose away, under his T-shirt. Hugging as much heat to himself as he could manage, Marco scanned the area, surveying the lifeless, barren wasteland before him. They were in some sort of frozen tundra. Nothing but flat stretches of white, untouched snow, for what seemed like miles. Clusters of colossal mountain peaks painted the horizon on all sides. Star looked around, putting her hands on her hips in mild annoyance. "Huh…" She pondered. "Where is it?"

"W-Where is what?" he asked, muffled by the fabric he was hiding in.

"The Lodge…" She responded, as if it were obvious. "I used to come here all the time. It should be right here." She said, gesturing to the empty lot. Star noticed a large, familiar shaped indent in the snow. "Hmm…" She said, poking at the lower level of snow with her foot. "Guess they moved it… Can't imagine why."

Just then, a massive gust of wind hit them, the icy chill cutting right through the fabric of his jacket. "Uh, Star?" Marco said, pointing behind her. Star turned around to see a layer of jet black clouds painting the sky, and approaching fast. The wind began to pick up even more as the snow began to fall, gradually getting heavier and heavier. "That seems like a pretty good reason to relocate!" Marco shouted over the howling wind.

"Maybe now's not the time to go and find it!"

"Ya think?"

"Alright. Getting us out of here!" She said, ripping open a dimensional tear. Oddly enough, as soon as it opened, Star didn't feel any wind. The other side of the portal must act like a physical wall. At least, she hoped that was the case. Either that, or she was currently filling the living room with arctic wind and snow. "Alright, Come on!" She yelled, gesturing to Marco. Just as he stood himself up, the wind hit hard! Hard enough to blow the boy over, sending him tumbling backward through the snow.

"*Gasp* Marco!" She yelled. Marco was rolling away fast. She didn't have time to think of a plan. With a downward whip of her wand, Star covered herself in a pink Eskimo suit. Star held her wand to the heavens, fearlessly leaping into the 70 mph wind. "Hyper-floaty Bubblloon!" She chanted, making a magical, pink balloon appear and inflate on the top of her wand. Star rode the wind, hovering a few yards off the ground, quickly closing the distance between her and Marco. When she was just above her bestie, she retracted the balloon, falling to the earth as she unzipped her furry jacket. Landing on top of him, Star grabbed the flaps of her open coat and wrapped it around her boyfriend, holding him tightly to her chest before zipping the coat back up, with him inside. Marco had his eyes shut tight as he clung desperately to her warm body, clothes soaked and body violently shivering. Star whipped her arm out in front of her, shooting out two magical, glowing tethers from the bulb of her wand, grappling onto the two edges of the portal. When the tethers hit their mark, they locked up, keeping the two from blowing any farther away. A third glowing tether immerged from the wand and coiled itself along the length of her arm, keeping her secure if she were to lose her grip. A reel-like attachment suddenly poofed onto the side of her wand. Star wasted no time to grab it. She grunted, using every ounce of her strength, as she attempted to reel them in to safety. Star could feel the icy winds begin to take their toll on her outfit, now managing to seep through her thick, leather gloves. As she continued her desperate attempt to gain any sort of ground, she could feel her hand begin to go numb. Her arms began to shake from cold, exertion, and fear. Star's eyes widened at a terrifying realization. Star turned her wrist and got a glimpse of her battery life.

Two bars.

Potentially riding this thing out, was not an option. If this thing died, they'd be at the mercy of Mother Nature. Star began to hyperventilate. This was bad. This was very very bad. Everything around her seemed to move in slow motion.

'Th-This is it…' She thought. '…I'm going to die.'

She shut her eyes tight, squeezing out a few tears as she continued to hyperventilate. "I'm sorry, Marco…" She whispered, tightly wrapping an arm around his body. "I-I love you."

Buh-Boom…Buh-Boom…Buh-Boom…

Star began to hear a continuous pulse bouncing around in her head. A heartbeat? Was it her heartbeat? What was going on? Why was it so loud? Was she dying? Was this what dying was?

Buh-Boom…Buh-Boom…Buh-Boom…

Her entire body began to throb with every beat. Come to think of it, so did Marco's. Like a light switch, she suddenly felt… warm… everywhere… her entire body… warm. Her eyes began to glow bright pink. Her vision was shrouded in a pink filter, as is she was wearing a pair of pink-tinted novelty glasses. She heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing. And other than her wand and Marco… felt nothing. She felt… weightless. Star brought her hand back up to the reel and gave it one last try.

It turned… it turned easily, as if she was just reeling in a balloon. Getting closer and closer to the portal, Star continued to effortlessly reel themselves in, not even feeling resistance from the ground she was dragging herself over. When she was about a yard from the portal, holding the boy close to her body, the girl stood herself up, retracted the tethers, and walked into the dimensional portal. As soon as she stepped into the living room, the portal closed behind her. Star unzipped her jacket and lied Marco down on the couch. Star put her ear to his chest, to her relief, he was still breathing and his heart was still beating. As she let out a sigh of relief, the glow in her eyes faded, before falling to the floor. Blacking out completely.

When she came to, she was lying in her bed, her head propped up by a stack of four pillows. Star grunted as she sat herself up, resting her back against the stack of pillows. Her arms shook as she lifted her body, coming to terms with how sore her limbs were.

Not long after, Marco walked into the room, holding a platter in his arms, "Oh, look who's up." He said with a smile.

"Ugh… what happened?" She groaned, trying to sit up straight.

Marco quickly placed the platter down on the floor. "Uhp uhp uhp uhp uhp!" He said, lightly pushing her body back down against the pillows. "Don't push yourself, you need to rest."

Star saw the bandages wrapped around his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, this?" He said, looking up and down his arms. "Just some cuts and bruises."

"And frostbite?"

"Surprisingly, not a lot." He said, taking a seat on the side of her bed. "Can't really complain… A lot better than the alternative."

"Alternative?"

"Don't play dumb." He said with a warm smile. "You saved my life."

"Hmm?" She said, trying to think back to the incident "I… I mean, I suppose I did." She said, sounding uncertain and confused with a hint of shame in her voice. "I'm also the one who put it in danger…"

"You can't control the weather, Star." Marco let out a sigh. "Looks like you saved me… again."

"I thought I told you to stop worrying about who saves who."

"Yeah, well, when you get saved so often… one can't help but keep track... Anyway!" He said, cheerily. Marco grabbed the platter from the floor and placed it over her lap. "Dinner in bed!" He announced. "You know, as a thank you… for saving my life…" He added, quietly, sitting back down on the side of her bed.

On the platter sat a plate of nachos covered in melted cheese, as well as a side bowl of extra liquidated cheese. Next to the plate sat a large glass of water.

"Nachos?"

"Okay, it's not really dinner, but I know you like my Nachos."

"Hee hee." she giggled. "Triangle foods are fun."

Marco smiled. "I'll give you some time alone, get some rest. Okay?"

Before he could stand up, Star grabbed his arm. "No, stay." She said, softly. "Um… Where's my wand?"

"In the bathroom. It was kind of low, so I took the liberty of charging it for you, I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's perfect. Thank you." She said calmly, a big smile on her face. "You're so sweet."

"Yeah… I guess that's something." He sulked, looking away from her.

Star gave him a concerned look. Before she could speak, a third voice emerged from the doorway.

"Kid. What's the hold up? How long does it take to check on the prin- Oh. She's up... Ya know, kid, checking on the patient actually entails telling the doctor, afterwards. Why I let you be my nurse, I'll never know."

"Because you made me." Marco deadpanned. "And stop calling me nur-"

"Nurse, please! Give the patient some space!"

"…She's grabbing my arm."

"Don't you go pinning this on the patient. Where's your professionalism?" The blue man scolded.

Star let go of his arm before Marco stood from the bed and walked a few feet away from her.

"There. Was that so hard?" He said, floating over to Stars bedside. "Doctor Glossaryck, at your service, milady."

"Doctor?" Star quietly questioned.

"I mean, yeah. Who else? You think Nurse Nacho over here can get you back on your feet?" Glossaryck was dressed in a white, button-up shirt. A pair of boring, light brown khakis covered his cross-legged legs. He wore a pair of thick, black glasses over his eyes and a surgeon's mask over his mouth. "Alright. First thing's first. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine" she said.

Glossaryck made a few scribbles on his clipboard. "Let me rephrase the question…" He said, peeking over his glasses. "What do you feel?"

"Um… Sore, I guess? My hands feel kind of tender too…"

Glossaryck observed the subtle redness on her hands. "Hmm… just as I thought. Third degree frostbite and extreme lacerations in the muscular tissue, along with severe swelling and internal bleeding in the pituitary gland. We don't have a lot of time, our only option is to amputate the lacerated areas. Nurse, I need 45 CCs of ultrapseudoparazone!"

"What!?" Marco belted in shock, while Star asked in genuine confusion.

"Calm down, I'm messing with you." Glossaryck said, pulling his mask down to his neck. "There's absolutely nothing to worry about. She just has some minor frostbite and quite a bit of muscle fatigue. Nothing too bad, but certainly not normal."

"So, what do we do?" Marco asked, joining Glossaryck at her bed side.

The blue guru dug around in his pocket, pulling out a fist of fine, golden powder. Opening his hand, Glossaryck blew the powder in her face.

"*cough* *cough* Hey!"

"Normally, recovery may take 8 to 12 hours. But with this stuff, she should be feeling 100% within the neeexxt… mmmm, let's say... 20 minutes."

"Anything I can do for her?" Marco asked.

"Other than keeping her comfortable, she just needs to stay off her feet for a bit."

"Alright, well… Thank you, Glossaryck." Marco said in a surprisingly genuine tone.

"It's what I live for." Glossaryck bowed. "… Alright! You kids have fun." Glossaryck said, suddenly dropping his serious tone and floating out of the room.

As Star began to eat her nachos, Marco pulled up a chair to her bed side, smiling at the way she enjoyed his cooking. "So, what did happen?"

"Hmm?" She hummed, he mouth full of cheese and chips.

"I must have passed out, because I don't remember how we got home, it was cold, then something warm wrapped around me, then I woke up on the couch. Finding you lying on the floor, completely unconscious.

Star swallowed the contents of her mouth. "How long was I out for?"

"Since I've been up? Around an hour and a half, I think."

"Don't look at me for answers." She said, taking another mouth full of Marco's hot, sticky fluid (Ok, I'm done. SorryNotsorry). "I'm just as confused as you are. Last thing I remember was trying to pull us to safety with... with something. I don't know, it's all fuzzy!"

"Alright, alright." He cooed, disarmingly. "I'm sure you'll remember it eventually." He said, taking the empty platter off of her lap and adjusting her blankets to properly cover her body.

"Marco?" She asked in a quiet, timid tone.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could... lay with me?"

Marco could help but smile. The pure innocence in which she asked melted his heart. How could he say no? "Sure, princess. If that's what you want." Marco walked to the other side of her bed and gently skootched his way in next to her.

Star hugged him close and Marco did the same. "You know, maybe you should look into becoming a nurse..." She said with the same sweet, innocent tone. "You've got a skill for it. Kind, gentle, nurturing, kind of like a mother."

Thousands of responses filled Marco's head. 'How could she say that?' 'Was that a compliment? Cause it sure felt like an insult!' 'I'm tired of all this safe-kid crap! I care about people, okay? That doesn't make me any less of a man!' But all he could bring himself to say was: "...yeah ...thanks. Get some rest, okay?"

As Star fell asleep in his arms, effortlessly, Marco lay awake, deep in thought. Safe kid, Nurse Nacho, sweet, motherly? It was too much! Marco never held himself too high or anything, but he never felt this inferior, this weak, this… this… feminine. Always the damsel in destress that needs rescuing, and when it's all said and done, all he can do is make her food and kiss her good night! He was nothing more than a gosh darn housewife!

Marco couldn't take it. Being alone with these horrible thoughts, it was torture! As much as he hated to leave Star alone, he needed to distract himself, anything was better than just lying here! Marco managed to slide out of the bed without waking Star. He needed to… He needed to take a walk or something. Clear his head.

Marco walked down the stairs, grabbing his winter coat from the coatrack, and stepping out the front door. Marco took a deep, cleansing breath, filling his lungs with the brisk November air. It was snowing a bit, first snow of the year, as far as he knew. Of course, the ground was still too warm for anything to stick. He'd normally be excited to show Star snow for the first time, but not only did she know about it, she probably wouldn't be too excited about more snow right now. Marco just walked. Always aware of where he was, but had no real destination in mind. Marco continued to take deep, calming breaths along the way, trying to get himself out of whatever funk he was in, with only somewhat successful results. It was around a half-hour until Marco made it back home.

Marco opened the door to find Star Butterfly waiting for him on the couch. "Oh, Morning, Star." He said, scrambling to put on a smile for her. "How are you feeling?"

"You're mom said you went for a walk. You never go on walks… Something's bothering you again, isn't it?"

Marco sighed, closing the door behind him. "Star… Am I your housewife?"

"*Snicker* What did you say?"

"Am. I. A. Housewife?"

Star covered her mouth, chuckling quietly through her teeth. "Wha-What does that even mean?"

"You fight the monsters. You keep saving my butt. While I keep you company and clean up your messes. Like you said: like a mother." He huffed, hanging his coat up and taking a hard seat on the couch.

"What? Marco, you fight monsters too. And you're stronger than me."

Marco sighed. "Well it doesn't feel like that."

The two sat in silence before Star hatched an idea. This was her chance! Star flipped her hair to the side, giving the sulking boy her best bedroom eyes. "So, you're feeling weak? Powerless? Like you're not a real man? *tisk tisk tisk* Marco, I don't think you see yourself the way I see you." She said, obviously trying to turn him on. Marco clearly wasn't taking the bait. "Oh!" Star said, dropping her smooth, seductive tone, and jumping to her feet. "Marco, I got it! Come up to my room!"

"I've had enough of your surprises, today, thank you" He huffed.

"Ugh!" she groaned, stopping half-way up the stairs. "It's not a surprise. I have a spell! A spell to help you with your self-esteem problem! C'mon, let's go!" She said, her face, glowing with excitement as she ran up the stairs.

Now she had peaked his curiosity, Star has been getting a lot better at magic, lately. It's been quite a while since she's flubbed up a spell too badly, so it wasn't that likely that this spell would kill him. Maybe she could help him. Marco made his way up the staircase. "Alright, Star. I'm coming up." He called out.

"I'm in my room" a distant voice responded.

Marco walked down the hallway and made his way into Star's room. Marco looked around the room. Star wasn't here. "Star?" He called out.

"Heavy armor safety plate" said a voice behind him, accompanied by sounds of clanging metal and a puff of pink smoke. Marco swiftly turned around, startled by the sudden noises. His vision was completely obscured by the cloud of smoke. "*Cough cough* Star, what are you doing?" he yelled into the void of pink. The smoke began to dissipate and Marco was met with a familiar, large metal plate, bolted over the doorway. But Star wasn't there, either. What the heck? He heard her voice. Where was she?

As if on cue, Marco felt a tap on his shoulder. Marco felt his hands curl in anger. He was in no mood for Star's pranks. He quickly turned around, ready to give her a piece of his mind. "STAR! WHAT Is going… o-on… heeeerrrree…" Marco stood stock still, eyes agape, all conscious thought dribbling out his ears. Standing in front of him, not more than two feet away, was his best friend, wearing nothing, but her underwear.

Marco's eyes went up and down her near-naked body. She was… perfect. Her small, supple frame made her look delicate and adorable, while her long, toned legs and subtle hourglass figure made her look irresistibly sexy and alluring.

The boy stood motionless, eyes agape, unable to speak.

"You're a smart guy, Marco. I don't think I need to tell you what's going on here." Star said, walking around him, using her wand to dim the lights of her room. Star brought his attention to a single, red-patted, wooden arm chair sitting dead center in the middle of the room. "Have a seat, Marco." She whispered from behind. "I have a very special spell for you."

With his only exit blocked and his mind still recovering from shock, Marco had little other recourse than to do what he was told. Marco sat down in the chair stationed in the middle of the room.

Walking over to him, with a flick of her wand, Star magically undid Marco's jeans and slipped them off his body, his boxers doing significantly less to hide Marco's raging erection. Marco's sudden burst of panic forced him to react. "W-Wait, St-Star, What ar-"

Star pressed a finger against his lips. "Shhhh… No talking while I'm casting a spell." She whispered. The princess climbed on top of the sitting boy. Facing him, straddling his groin, the princess sat in his lap, slowly and sensually showering the boy with long, soft kisses, while slowly grinding her hips up and down his length. Star could feel herself getting wet from the friction, alone. She could feel his rock hard dick gliding across her lips even through their underwear. "Wouldn't want me to lose my concentration, and give you another tentacle where it doesn't belong…" she teased, seductively.

Marco knew she was full of it. She clearly didn't have any spellcasting in mind. Marco looked over to the door while she continued her amateur lap dance. Completely bolted shut. Unless Star got what she wanted, he wasn't going anywhere. Marco struggled to maintain his concentration as he began to feel the effects of Star's quickening dry humping. Only the door was blocked off, the rest of the room remained completely untouched. Meaning, he could, theoretically, escape the room by jumping out the window. It's only a two and a half story drop, a few shattered ankles aren't the worst thing he's ever had to deal with. While half of his brain was committed to taking the dive, the other kind of wanted to stay.

A half-naked, beautiful woman was literally throwing herself at him. Why was he trying so hard to avoid this?

Because that beautiful woman was his best friend!

What about the experiment? The memory wipe? The contract? They're a couple.

No amount of legal documentation can make this feel any less weird!

Conflicted, Marco let his hand wander, placing a hesitant hand on her thigh, he ran his hand along her skin, feeling her warm, soft skin, glide across his fingertips. The quick rush of ecstasy he felt from her silky-smooth skin, combined with the continuous, rhythmic grinding on his lower member, made his decision crystal clear.

She was perfect. Truly, utterly perfect. Too perfect to resist any longer. Marco placed his other hand on the corresponding thigh and began to, slowly but surely, thrust his hips upwards against Star's movements.

Star let a stifled moan escape her throat. Marco's efforts, intensifying the sinful friction against her moistening pussy. Marco's thrusts pushed his member even harder against her panties, eliciting another, less restrained, moan from the blond princess. Star pulled herself even closer to Marco, further increasing the grinding pressure on her pussy. Star leaned down and forcefully thrust her tongue into the boy's mouth, fueled by lust and desire. Fortunately, so was Marco, immediately pushing into the kiss, lathering his tongue across hers. Marco brought his hands up to her head, pulling Star even closer into his mouth. Neither ceased they're grinding as they sloppily wrestled tongues. For the first time, Marco was the one leading the kiss.

Eventually, Star pulled out of the kiss to catch her breath. Looking down at Marco, Breathing heavily and blushing profusely, the horny girl gave him a smile as she continued to hump him. The 'dry' part was completely out of the equation. Her wetness beginning to soak through her panties and dampen Marco's boxers.

"How do you feel?" She asked between heavy breaths.

Marco smiled up at her, an innocent, friendly smile, as if they were just hanging at the park. "I think I like this spell."

Star giggled at him. "You must be getting hot in that hoodie." She cooed in a low, sexy tone.

Marco silently nodded.

Without another word, Star pulled his hoodie up and over his head, before balling it up and tossing it to the side. Marco had been sweating up a storm from his earlier nervous fit, and it was clearly apparent on his white T-shirt. "Gosh…" Star said, playfully feigning concern. "Is it really that hot in here?... well that can't be comfortable. How about you take off your shirt? I won't mind. Here, I can do it for you." Marco showed no signs of resistance as she pulled the T-shirt over his head.

Star couldn't help but stare as she ogled his body. Marco's body never did reflect how strong he really was, but his physical features were nothing to sneeze at. Marco didn't have any bulging muscles, but his body was taut and firm. He had a little meat on him, but he was nowhere near fat. He had a little bit of hair growing on his chest and belly, clearly from his father's side of the family, but barely even noticeable from afar.

"Feeling better?" She said, running her hands down his firm, dark chest.

"Much." He responded, placing his hands on her waist to better guide their humping. Star began to moan louder. His firm grip on her waist as he lifted her body up and down his shaft only added to the pleasure in her groin. She couldn't shake the mental image of him rutting her for real. "It's you I'm worried about." Marco added.

"Huh? M-Me?" She said, doing her best to talk through the pleasure.

"I mean, yeah. Look at you. You're sweating up a storm."

Star shot him a sly, knowing smirk. "Jeez, you're right. It's getting a little toasty in here… you wouldn't mind if I lost a layer, would you?" She said, innocently, tugging at one of her bra straps

"Of course not." He said. "What kind of friend would I be if I let my friend suffer like this?"

"T'awww, you're sweet." She cooed, flipping her hair to one side and reaching behind her back. "Alright, If you really don't mind…" The princess unsnapped the black and white bra and teasingly lowered it, torturously slow, before dropping it to the floor, revealing her bare perky titties in all their naked glory.

Marcos eyes shimmered at the beauty of her chest. He breasts were pretty small, but Marco didn't mind. To be quite honest, he was kinda into that. Her size was already quite apparent through her clothing. What wasn't, however, was the beauty of her shape, her perky firmness, and her perfect, pink nipples.

Marco brought a hand up, hovering just above her right breast. "C-Can I…?"

"As much as you like." She said with a smile.

Marco placed his four fingers under her collarbone and gently ran his hand down the length of her breast. Star let out a squeak in the back of her throat.

Marco's hand froze. "What's wrong?" He's gotten so far, he couldn't afford to mess anything up.

"No, it's nothing." She said. "I'm just… not used to someone else's hand down there… please, keep going."

Marco nodded, bringing his attention back down to her beautiful breasts. Marco poked and prodded at her right tit for a moment. Really getting a good feel of his first boob contact. Marco placed his hands along the sides of her boobs and gently kneaded them.

Star bit her bottom lip as she moaned into the air.

After massaging her mounds, Marco decided it was time for the good stuff. Grabbing her by the breasts, Marco began to rub her painfully erect nipples with his thumbs. Star let out a few short, high cries, gyrating her hips once again, to satisfy the burning itch in her pussy.

Marco couldn't hold himself back anymore. Marco took her nubs into his fingers and pinched them, Hard. Star arched her back, flinging her head back as she screamed to the heavens.

When her muscles relaxed, she looked down at the boy below her and smiled. "I don't think a housewife could make a girl scream like that." She said through heavy breaths

Marco blushed at the compliment. "Di-Did you just cum?" He asked, hesitantly.

"…A little." She admitted, blushing a bit with embarrassment.

"So… what now?"

Star responded by grinding her wet panties even harder on his boxers.

"Wo-Woah… You're still up for more?"

"Yes please."

Marco brought his head forward, giving her tiny, pink nipple, a little lick, making Star's body jolt, loudly gasping into the air.

"Star, are you alright? I-"

Star took his head and pulled it back down. "Do it again."

Marco gave her little left nub a few more licks with the tip of his tongue, while bringing his hand up to tease the right one. Gently circling his finger around the erect nipple. Before long, Marco was suckling on the princess's teat as he humped her practically soaking panties. Mercilessly circling and flicking the sensitive nipples in his mouth.

Star had lost all control of her vocal chords, crying into the air, not a care of who would hear her. "AH! AH-HAH!"

Marco made sure to divide his time equally between the twins, giving each of her nips the attention they deserved. Star's hips began to move more erratically, hugging Marco's head to her chest as he continued to suckle at her teat, the tiny bumps of his tongue running across her delicate, little nub, assaulted her senses with rapid-fire jolts of pleasure. "M-Marco! A-AH! Please… It-mmmmmnhh! It's t-too much! I-I'm gonna cum, Marco! You're gonna make me cum!"

Those words, screamed desperately from a girl who has saved his life on several occasions, filled him with so many different feelings. Shame, lust, happiness, pride. He was proud. He felt good about himself. The fact that he was able to pleasure someone as amazing as Star, filled him with a relief and comfort he didn't know possible.

Both of Marco's hands went downstairs. Each grabbing a firm hold of her ass and pulling her hips tightly into his groin. He began to roughly buck his hips against her panties, holding her ass firmly in place as he did all the work. Their bodies bounced up and down with the force of each thrust.

Star was gasping for air, using what little oxygen she had, uncontrollably crying out in pleasure. "MarcoMacroMarcoMarcoMarco! Yes! Yes, please! Unh! Pound me! Pound me hard!" Marco's cock rubbed against her lips in hard, short bursts. The closeness he was forcing on her made the entire length of his cock grind against her swollen clit with every heavenly thrust!

Marco slipped her breast back into his mouth, and started nibbling on Star's nipple, pushing her over the edge. The blond princess's muscles went into violent spasms. Her body tensed up as she arched her back, screaming into the air as she came. "AAAAAAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"

Marco could feel her girl-cum soaking through his boxers and generously coating his member.

Star's body went limp, collapsing on top of him, taking long, deep breaths.

"Staaaaar?..." Marco asked, lightly shaking her by the shoulders. "…You alright?... Did I go too far?"

Star shakily adjusted herself on top of him, turning herself around and gently lowering her back against Marco's chest. Taking his arms and guiding them to wrap around her tummy, Star reveled in his delicate touch as she basked in her glorious after-glow. "You…Are…Amazing…"

Fuck, this is weird… I'm into some weird shit.

(Holy shit, he lives…)

Yeah, Jesus Christ, you guys, I've been gluing bits and pieces of this chapter together since, like, a month ago, and somehow managed to salvage a long, story-filled, ESC, half-decent chapter for you peeplss. Sorry 'bout the whole delay between chapters. You know how it is. Time with family, video games, Nintendo Switch hype, making my peace with God before the Trump presidency. You know, the usual.

There may be some awkward wording and/or grammatical errors in here. It 'aint perfect. I'd spend more time reading it over and revising, but I'm pretty sure I'm a few days away from one of you strapping a bomb to my bike if I didn't upload something.