Oi! This Chapter Contains Explicit Sexual Content and Mild Bondage, M8! Not For the Kiddies!
As the door opened, the princess body tensed up, unsure of what might happen. After a few seconds of nothing, Star peeked open one of her eyes. To her relief, the living room was empty.
"Star? Is that you?" A woman's voice called from the kitchen.
The princess shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "Uh. Y-Yeah, Mrs. Diaz. It's me."
"Marco said to meet him in your room."
The girl cocked an eyebrow, "Um. Alright. Thanks." She said hesitantly, as she began to climb the staircase. "Marco?" she called out, walking down the hall. No response. "Marcooo?" She repeated, creaking the door open. No response. The Princess opened her door, the rest of the way, and stepped inside. "Marco?"
The girl heard the door shut behind her. "Polo."
Star instinctively turned around to face the sudden noise. "Eep!" her voice stuck in her throat.
Standing before her was a half-naked Marco Diaz, giving her the most alluring bedroom eyes she'd ever seen. "What's wrong?" He said with a teasing smirk. "You look a bit on edge."
"A-A-Are-Are y-you alright, Marco?" she said, once able to find a hint of her voice.
The boy began to approach her. "Me? I'm fine." The boy pressed up close to her. Star could feel his hardening rod press against her leg as he began to unzip the back of her teal dress. "I thought this is what you wanted." He whispered seductively into her ear, giving her goosebumps.
"I-I mean… I don't hat-hate it…" She said, as the boy continued to sensually strip her down, her discomfort still notably painted in her voice. "B-But, what's with the s-sudden change in attitude?"
"Nothing in particular-arms up." He requested, briefly breaking character as he pulled her dress up and over her head. Marco snaked around to her back, lightly caressing her, now bare, shoulders, sending another wave of goosebumps over her body. "I thought it'd be more productive if I looked for your mewberty book while I waited. Your closet is pretty big, after all." Marco led her over to the couch and sat her down, throwing her purple boots off to the side, and rolling her Star's eyes focused in on the bulge in his underpants, despite his suave and confidence, even he was not able to conceal his arousal, as his cock was clearly at full mast, behind the thin fabric that restrained it.
"But as I was looking…" He continued, as he made his way over to the open closet door "I stumbled upon something pretty interesting." The boy reached into the closet and dragged out a decently-sized, wooden chest.
The blond princess squeaked, once more, significantly louder than the first. She immediately recognized the trunk being dragged out of her closet. The wooden finish was carved with pristine, intricate designs, held together by a frame of gem-incrusted solid gold
Marco opened the chest, and began to dig around in it. "You know, Star. If you want to hide something, might I suggest not putting it in something so… eye-catching?" Marco smirked, Pulling out a long, thin, red-velvet rope, with golden tassels on each end. The boy ran the soft, smooth fabric of the rope along his fingertips as he examined it, giving the blushing girl the occasional, teasing glance. "I know you said you liked it rough, but bondage? I didn't know such a happy-go-lucky, little princess could be so kinky."
Star whimpered in conflicted contemplation. On one hand: she had just gotten out of her sexually obsessed haze, and she could already feel the familiar warmth creeping up on her. But on the other hand: sweet, merciful All-Seeing Eye, was he hot, right now!
Marco continued to pull out the interesting contents on the box. "Let's see… What else do we have here… We've got… a bright pink dildo, always a classic. Ooo, a vibrator, getting a bit more advanced. 1-2-3-4 fuzzy handcuffs. What looks like a blindfold. Like, 8 leather belts. A couple of them remote control vibrating capsule things. And a nice red ball gag! *whistle* I have to say, Star. Seeing all this equipment, now you've peaked my curiosity. I don't think I'll be able to sleep again until I've seen you properly bound and gagged. And, I mean, there's no way to get full use out of these things with just a single person, right? and since you spent your first day servicing me…" Marco grabbed the bright pink, rubber cock. "It's only fair that I return the favor." Marco joined her on the couch, scooting up close and wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer. The two stared at each other, their faces not more than a few inches apart. "So?" Marco's free hand traveled further down, using two fingers to gently circle the wet spot on her panties.
Star groaned, reflexively biting her lip as her eyes fluttered with pleasure.
Marco went bolder. Sliding his hand into her panties and immediately fingerfucking her as deep as he could. "Aah!" the princess cried sharply, her breath instantly became heavier, making guttural hums and moans with each new thrust of his middle finger.
Marco gave the gasping, moaning, mess of a princess another smirk. "Is this something you want to do?"
Star answered by grabbing a hold of the boy's head and pulling him into a deep kiss. Their slippery tongues wrestled wildly in their mouths, as the princess continued to jerk and moan from the finger pumping her pussy.
The princess soon pulled out of the lip-lock, a thin trail of saliva still connecting the lover's tongues. Star hastily reached behind her back, clumsily trying to unhook her bra through the assault of sensations stirring up in her womanhood. Eventually, she managed to get it undone and carelessly threw it to the floor before sliding her panties down to join it. Star spread her legs apart as far as she could, clutching the back of the couch for support, and thrusting her hips forward, mindlessly humping the intruding digit. The princess's moans and cries only got louder and louder.
Marco's downstairs motions began to slow down, more and more, before coming to a complete stop. The princess shuttered, letting out a groan from the back of her throat, as he withdrew from her. He dragged the finger from her crotch, all the way up to her chest, leaving behind a trail of pussyjuice painted along her midriff. The boy teased the cute pair of nubs, slowly running the drenched finger around each teat, getting them nice and wet. Giving each of them a nice hard pitch, as a parting gift, he brought shimmering finger up to his mouth, and popped it inside.
The boy's body jolted a bit at the unfamiliar taste, his eyes widening in surprise. The sudden shift from Marco's sexy confidence earned a snicker from the girl beside him. The boy thoroughly cleaned the digit with his tongue. Once getting past the sudden tang, it actually tasted pretty good. Unlike the bland, slightly metallic goop he was expecting, Star's pre was incredibly flavorful. Salty with a hint of sweetness, almost like buttered popcorn. Marco's eyes shut as his body relaxed, sighing in delight at the taste of Star's juices.
Star snapped a few times, pulling the boy back to reality. "Um. Glad you're enjoying yourself, Marco. But you can't do things like that to a girl, and just stop." The princess spoke between deep, heated breaths. Rolling one of the slick, shimmering nubs in one hand, and gently messaging her swollen clit with the other.
The boy stared, stiff and wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights. A blush of embarrassment slowly sneaking onto his face, as he slid the digit out of his mouth. He cleared his throat, awkwardly. His gaze dropping to the floor. His mind in a state of silent panic.
Marco felt a damp hand placed upon his cheek, turning him back to face the princess. She gazed into his eyes fondly, a warm smile graced upon her lips. Without a word, Star brought her other hand up to his face, and stuck a pussy-glazed finger past his lips. After a moment of confusion, the boy hesitantly ran his tongue along the intruding digit. Feeling the rush of pleasure washing over him, once again, as the salty goo, danced along his taste buds.
The warm expression on the girl soon turned a bit more mischievous. "Told you it tasted amazing." The princess purred, slowly sneaking a hand down into the waist of his penile pitched tent. The boy groaned at the unexpected touch as the girl began to jerk him off under his boxers. Marco exhaled deeply, his extremely raging hard-on not getting any love, up to this point. The princess giggled at the bliss painted on Marco's face. "Mm-hm? You like that?" She purred, slowly withdrawing the finger from his mouth, and returning it to pumping her pussy.
Marco clenched his eyes tightly, he knew, if he came now, it was over. His libido, his passion, his plans, all gone in a shower of white. With all his mental capacity. The boy forced himself to put the girl's hand, firmly out of his underwear. "Not so fast, there, young lady," he teased with a seductive smirk, "We're doing this Marco's way."
Before giving her a chance to respond, Marco snaked off of the couch, kneeling before her beautiful, naked form, and staring into her eyes with a sharp, predatory gaze, as he separated her knees. The strong intimidation that radiated from those dark brown eyes filled her with an odd sense of comfort, a sense of excitement, and most importantly, it made her really really horny! She couldn't seem to peg why… Maybe it was his handsome, charming smirk that calmed her nerves. A subtle reminder that her caring, compassionate Marco was still behind those lustful eyes. Or maybe the thought of the big, strong predator staring down his helpless, sexual prey, was part of her… shoot, what was it again? F-Fetick? ffffffffffleship-nope… fff… fffredish-*snap* Fredish! Got it! Where was she? Right.
Marco was looking at her all sexy like, was essentially the long and short of it.
The boy's heart pounded against his ribcage. Not only was this his first, up close, look at the princess's royal privates, but he was moments away from eating out a pussy… Was he really going to do this? Did he really have a choice, this far into the game? Even if this was Star, he'd still be licking goop, made of who-knows-what, oozing out of an alien bodily orifice. Despite her taste, the thought just seemed gross. Heck, even licking his pussy-coated fingers was more of a kneejerk reaction to impress her… NO! He needed to do this, for Star!
Before the boy could think up any more doubts, Marco lunged his face into her crotch, earning a surprised eep! From the princess above. The boy ran the tip of his tongue along the warm, moist lips of her slit.
The princess inhaled sharply through her teeth, before gripping the joint of her index finger in her jaws, struggling to keep herself somewhat quiet. His motions were sloppy and inconsistent, but the hot, wetness of his mouth, against here most private of places, simply set her heart ablaze.
Marco began to run the entire length against her opening, like an ice cream cone, assaulting the girl's peeking clit with friction of his taste buds, with every passing stoke.
"O-OoH! Hah-Haah-Haaahh!" The girl spat out her finger, crying out in a haze of blissful sexual agony.
Marco only intensified his service. The thought of being heard was completely blocked out by the pride he felt from her blissful shrieks.
"Ssssss! Oooooo-hoo-hoo! Mmmmnnn!" The princess continued to shriek and moan, reflexively thrusting her hips forward, pushing her lower lips harder against his mouth, only intensifying the sensation.
The taste of her snatch was driving Marco wild. Gleefully pressing his face harder between her legs, Marco parted her soft, lower lips with his tongue.
The princess shrieked as his slick member plunged deep into her pussy. Her body went into spasms as she hit her climax wrapping her legs around his head, like a vise. Marco wriggled his tongue inside, coaxing as much of her cum as he could, to bless his taste buds with their flavor.
As the grip on his head loosened, Marco pulled away. His lips shimmered from the layer of girl-cum that painted most of his lower face. Marco looked up at the princess with a smirk. "My, princess, you're being quite obnoxious." Marco said, in his best posh, English accent. "It's simply unladylike! Have you no consideration of the other residents of this house?" Marco paced back and forth, holding his head up high and his arms behind his back as he scolded her. The massive hard-on he was sporting under his shorts that barely bounced as he walked, made it a little difficult to take his high and mighty act seriously. That was, until Marco's gaze shifted over to the chest, stroking his chin in malevolent contemplation. Grabbing one of the solid gold side-handles, Marco dragged the chest over to the couch which she sat.
Star's eyes burned with an indescribable passion/fire of fear and excitement as she saw her half-naked boyfriend pull a ball gag out of the jewel-incrusted chest.
"Princesses should not be making such lewd noises. Clearly, further training is in order." The boy's words gradually took on a more sinister tone as he approached her with the leather straps of the gag, outstretched.
"No! P-Please, sir. I-I can be good, I can be quiet!"
Marco was almost taken aback. Her performance was incredible. Were it not for the 'sir,' he would have dropped everything, right then and there. "Is that not what you said last time? And the time before that? And the time before that!? Do you take me for a FOOL, Miss Butterfly!?" He snapped, getting right up in her face. "Now be a dear and open your mouth, Miss Butterfly." He spoke softer, a more friendly tone on his lips, that only intensified his dominating presence. The simple message of: 'Do as I say, and only as I say, and you don't get punished' resonated from every word he spoke.
"Please... I can be good." She whispered.
"It's for your own good, dear. The quicker we get started, the quicker it'll be over."
The princess looked to the floor, defeated, avoiding his gaze as she hesitantly opened her mouth. The princess gave a muffled yelp as the bright red ball was fitted firmly into the open hole.
"That's a good girl."
Marco leaned in, right next to her ear, to get a better look at the fastening mechanisms. As the boy tightened the straps along the back of her head, the princess heard a whisper.
"If you want to stop for any reason, four-finger tap." He said, tapping her back three times, as an example.
Star couldn't help but let out a muffled "Awwww" at the considerate gesture.
"Ah, much better." He said, putting the accent back on. Marco kneeled down, once again in front of her spread legs. He dug into the fetish chest, pulling out a bright pink, bullet vibrator and a roll of masking tape.
"Now..." He said, flipping the vibrator to life, "Let's begin your training, shall we?"
This outcome was voted for, 30 to 20, by the lovely readers of These New Feelings, on June 21st, 2017.
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Dick move? Maybe. But it wooooorks!
You'll still get what you voted for, calm down.
We don't want to cut the chapter off in the middle of the 'good stuff,' now do we? ;)
So, if any of you are wondering why chapters take so long, allow me to take you through the process of writing a chapter of These New Feelings.
1) Be bored and in an area where it would be frowned upon to whip your dick out.
2) Scrawl out the chapter in a notebook you hope no one will ever find after your death.
3) Now that you have your chapter written, go home. Don't type this shit out in public.
4) Play video games
5) Have a wank
6) Sit down to type the chapter, but end up playing with a piece of garbage you found on your desk
7) Repeat steps 4 and 5 for at least two to three weeks
8) Take your brain drugs to stop the voic-help you concentrate
They tell me to burn things
9) guilt yourself into sitting down with your chickenshit handwriting and type out the chapter, polishing the content with better word choice, more natural sounding descriptions, and just taking out stupid shit.
10) Release a disappointment
11) Make some joke about Profit
12) Wow, you did it! Conglaturation!
As you can see, it's quite a lengthy process.
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