Oi! Explicit Sexual Content contained in this chapter, M8

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It gets a little kinky. So if you're worried, I've listed the sexual tags at the very bottom of the chapter. But if you trust me, you can still come in blind!

Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

Marco rapped upon the girl's bedroom door. "Staaaaaar." He said, inching the door open. "I'm back." He warned again. The unmistakable sounds of Star's wand at work could be heard emanating from behind the brown, wooden door; and Marco had had more than enough mishaps at its business end to know that startling a mid-spellcasting Star was best to be avoided.

He stood behind the barely cracked door—the sounds of magical burst and beams unceasing—waiting for some sort of acknowledgement. Nothing. No objection. No clearance. Just more magic… This kind of situation didn't show up a lot, but much more than it probably should. On these 'no response' entries, it was pretty much a coin-flip whether he'd get zapped with magic; and then another coin-toss if it'd be something painful…

…

Sometimes he wonders why he even hangs out with this crazy woman…

Prepping for the worst, Marco slowly opened the door the rest of the way. The princess's back faced the door. She cheerily hummed to herself as she shot beams of white, sudsy magic at the carpet; making quick work of the stains and scorch marks from the night prior.

His laser-focused fear and calculation were somewhat derailed by her… unusual choice of attire. Even from the back, the look was unmistakable. A black & white, French maid outfit. It wasn't skimpy. If anything, it covered more skin than the usual fare; more 'children's Halloween costume' than 'sexy roleplay lingerie.' The black, silk bottoms ran down her legs, splaying out in more of a traditional dress style than a frilly, thigh-flaunting maid skirt. While quite a large deviance from the modern iconic costume design, the amount of thigh does not a maid outfit make. As all the iconic frills, lace, bows and colors (or lack thereof) of a French maid were still very much there. It even had the little white lace headpiece!

"Star-"

"WAAH!" The girl practically jumped out of her skin. Marco ducked as the princess whipped herself around, her wand still dispensing a ray of cleaning spell, leaving a streak of bleached brickwork in its wake. "Sweet merciful All Seeing Eye, Marco. Don't sneak up on a girl like that!" The princess clutched her chest as she attempted to steady her breathing. "Haven't you heard of knocking?!"

As he rose from his evasive maneuvers, Marco felt some mild tingling from the very top of his head. Looking behind him, he noticed a silhouette of hair tuft peeking from the bottom of the faded turquoise stroke that now ran along the wall. "I did…" He deadpanned, "several times…"

"Well, I didn't hear you!"

"Clearly." He said, a hint of irritation on his tongue. "I feel like we need to get a better system for you." The boy felt around the area of hair that was nicked, looking into Star's wall mounted mirror/phone to confirm that the area was indeed completely bleached. "Like a pager or something…" Christ. That tech was so ancient, maybe Star did know what they were…

"I have a mobile, you know." She said, pulling out a circular flip-'phone' from the small, black & white purse slung from her shoulder; looking more like one of those portable powder mirrors than a communication device.

"I can't call that thing, though, Star." He shot back, presenting his own mobile device.

"We could get you an adapter from Quest Buy."

"Or we could get you a phone for the dimension you're living in-Look! Does this even matter right now? You're wall is ruined and I'm gonna have to find out what color dye to get for my hair! And learn how to dye hair! I was holding out on developing that skill for my 60s!"

The girl gave him a little smile. She pulled out a small, cutesy spiral notebook. She hummed to herself as she flipped through its pages. "Let's see, here..." she muttered to herself as she scanned through the miniature, spiral-bound looseleaf. "Ah! Here we go." She readied her wand. "Pristine Pearly Shine-away!" she practically sang, a black sudsy build-up began oozing from the center of her wand's crystal star face. The utter depth of its pitch black hue made it look a lot less repulsive than it would if it were more of a dark, muddy brown. No, now it just looked terrifying, like one drop would suck the soul out though his skin.

The princess started with the wall, slowly following the faded streak of bleached brickwork with the black beam of magic, leaving all it touched good-as-new, or old in this case. Marco crossed his arms, a smile sneaking onto his lips. He was impressed, to say the least. Gosh be darned, she actually prepared a counter-spell.

As she finished up on the wall, she held her wand up triumphantly. "Counter-spell!" she actually sang, grinning ear-to-ear.

"I noticed." He said, allowing his proud smile to grow. "I'm impressed. You really have grown as a magic user. Star from a month ago wouldn't have even thought of a counter-spell before taking it for a spin."

The wholesome words of praise from the boy she held so much love and respect for, touched her in a way words or thoughts could not even begin to describe. It gave her butterflies in her tummy. She felt her cheeks grow warmer as the girl blushed violently.

"Whataya waiting for?" Marco said, craning his neck down to give her better hair access. "You missed a spot."

The tone of his voice caught her off-guard, so casual, so fearless. He… trusted her… He really, truly trusted her… This thought gave her another rushing wave of butterflies. She felt like she could cry, but she held off, for Marco's sake. She needed clearness of vision and mind if she wanted to maintain this trust in her. She grabbed the hair and gently pulled it taught in her grasp, her fingers resting just below the bleached blond area, like a barber lining up a cut. She made adjustments to the angle of his head; making sure she lined the shot up juuuust right as to not zap anymore of Marco than the affected area and so the remaining beams hit the wall and not anything important. She took her time, thought everything through, perhaps a bit too much for the act of undoing a bleaching spell. But it paid off in the end, as the beam of counter-spell hit its mark beautifully, the remaining magic being absorbed into the wall with no mishaps to speak of!

Marco gave his hair the once-over in Star's mirror. "Not bad, not bad at all." Marco turned to the black & white clad girl. "I'm sorry for spooking you, Star."

Star just looked at him, "You dummy…" she said, shaking her head.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"You're sorry? You walked into a room and said 'hello' and you're sorry."

"Hey, it's not like you meant to do it, Star. Plus, you took responsibility and fixed it. You have nothing to apologize for."

"I don't deserve you."

"Excuse me. That's my line."

Star was smiling so hard it began to hurt her cheeks.

"So… what's with the getup?" Marco said, deescalating the palpable sentimentality that had built up in the room thus far.

The princess giggled sweetly. She began gracefully spinning in place, giving her boyfriend a full 360° display of the outfit. She stopped her spinning with a surprisingly graceful curtsy. "Do you like it?" She asked in a childlike, sing-song tone; not a twinge of seduction or arousal on her tongue. Just a friend asking if he liked her outfit. It was really nice to still see that side of Star, even after everything they've done together.

"Yeah. It looks nice." He said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Doesn't really answer my question, though."

"Huh? Oh, right. Not much of a story behind it." She said, beginning to play with her hair as she spoke. "I was looking up cleaning spells at the library, and-"

"Wait… library?"

"Yeah. You know? Paula's."

"That… doesn't help…"

"Wait. Are you serious? I've never told you about Paula's Omni-Dimensional Library?"

"You have now. I think I got enough to go on from the title. I didn't know you read enough to have a library card."

"It's not the coziest place in the world, but there are some things my book just doesn't have."

"So… there are other places where there're mewman spells. Why have we wasted our time with this mess of a reference?" he said, kicking the massive book on the floor.

"Well… One: My spell book's got the real powerful stuff. You can't find stuff like heavy armor safety plate anywhere but in this baby. Two: Sometimes I just don't wanna leave the house, man."

"Soooo, it's like a Quest Buy situation. Okay. So… back to the outfit."

"Right! So, I noticed this place needed a little spiffing up—with all the fires and broken furniture and stuff—and while I was flipping through cleaning spells, something caught my eye. It was something called the Housework Helper Hand-E-Down! It said it boosted work-drive, focus aaaand…" She let the word drone from her lips as she flipped through the notebook, once more. "Pro…ficiency, which I'm pretty sure is a good thing."

"And… was the outfit, like, an option?"

"Nope!" She said cheerily, tapping her wand to her scalp; the wave of magic that ran down to her feet revealing her normal teal dress underneath. "Ta-da! As long as the spell's in effect, I gotta be dressed up like that! It all felt pretty nice actually."

"The outfit?"

"No!—I mean, yeah—but that's not what I meant! I'm talking about the way it made me feel. Working, cleaning, even flipping through dusty old books… it felt… kinda fun, for the first time in my life… I don't know. It's… hard to explain…"

The boy chuckled. "I think I get it, Star."

"Really?"

"Focus boosters are a thing on earth too, you know."

"Your magicless dimension always finds new ways to surprise me. Well, this is the realm of internet we're talking about…"

"So, how versatile is that workflow boost? Is it only towards cleaning?"

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Not sure. I think it's mainly for cleaning, but it carries over to other stuff as well. It definitely helped with my researching. It wasn't as strong as the boost I felt for cleaning, but it was just the edge I needed to get everything set up for our little experiment session." She gave the boy a cheerful wink. "Thank All Seeing Eye I managed to snag a private booth! Can't imagine how silly I'd look if I was dressed like this in the middle of the library."

"What kind of 'set up for our little experiment session' are we talking, here?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know." She teased.

"I would. That's… why I asked."

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Alright. What can you tell me about, then? Did you find anything else at Paula's?"

"Oh, you know, a bunch of cleaning spells, some new object creation, here and there, some new attack and defensive spells, and of course, the super duper special ones that you'll have to wait to find out about. Just, whatever I found cool or useful while I was searching for what I was looking for; I'm pretty sure I've filled up half of this notebook already." She said, stuffing the notebook back into her star-shaped purse.

"That's… a lot of spells, Star. I was only gone for, like, a half-hour."

"Right. So Paula's' s'got this thing. I can never remember the actual name… The… Hypersonic Time… Thingy?"

"A Hyperbolic Time Chamber?"

"Oh! So I have told you!"

"No, you haven't."

"… I'm so confused."

"It's from an anim- um… a cartoon show."

"But I thought you said that stuff wasn't real."

"It's not. It's a show about magical monkey men screaming at each other."

The princess stared at him blankly, slowly raising the pair of dimensional scissors.

"No, Star. I don't want to go to a dimension where magical monkey men scream at each other."

The princess stared at him blankly, slowly lowering the pair of dimensional scissors.

"Just so we're clear…" Marco began, rubbing his temples. "We're talking a room—wholly disjointed from this corporeal plane of space-time—where the passage of one year inside, equals only one day outside?"

"What? No. That'd be impossible. It's one day in the chamber that equals one hour in the real world."

The boy fought to hold back a facepalm.

"I've always just called it the Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Room. After a lecture some guy gave me about how slowing time was even possible."

Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey… where had he heard that before…?

"Weird cookie, that guy." She continued. "Says he's a time traveler. I mean, he drives a flying phone booth, so I guess anything is possible for that guy."

Yep, that sure sounded like…

"Wouldn't tell me his name, either. He just goes by Doctor. And I'm just there like Doctor who?"

Okay, that was a bit on the nose…

Hyperbolic time chamber and now the Doctor…? How much of earth pop fiction was just stolen from the multiverse?! Marco put the troubling thought off to the side for the time being; focusing instead on the matter at hand. "So, how long did you spend in the wibbly wobbly timey wimey room?"

The girl twirled her golden locks in thought. "Mmmm… four, five; maybe six hours? It's not like I was keeping track of the clock; I knew I had plenty of time."

"Fair enough. I just wanted to make sure you didn't spend 12 hours straight researching dirty spells." Marco begin to wring his hands. "Speaking of which… when did you want to do the… you know? And, are we doing it in your room again? Even after knowing the damage we can do with our *cough* love making? I mean, it even went through your magic safety plate stuff!"

"Hmmm… good question…" Star snapped as an idea struck; her eyes lighting up as the smile grew on her face "*gasp* I know the perfect place! A place known for its super strong rooms! And it's absolutely stunning, to boot!"

Marco smiled. "I like stunning! Where is it?"

"It's a surprise…"

~ ~ ~ SURPRISE ~ ~ ~

"Welp, fool me once." He deadpanned, staring out into the familiar vacant tundra; the subtle whistling of the mild arctic wind brushing past his ears.

A deep coat of shiny, white snow hid the earth from view for as far as the eye could see. Marco's eyes settled on the distant, frost-tipped mountain ranges that ran along the horizon; so clear, it looked as if they were painted onto the very sky, itself. Only a few pristine white wispy clouds crawled across the bright blue sky. At least it was calmer than the last time they were here… Still cold as heck!

"Staaaar?" He said warily, stuffing his hands into his pockets as a particularly chilling arctic breeze kissed the exposed flesh. "What're we doing back here?"

"Turn around, dummy." She said, zipping the portal closed behind her.

Marco did as instructed. What he saw… certainly was not there the last time.

Star booped her wand to her boyfriend's head; spawning a maroon, thick furry parka around his body. "Welcome to The Lodge, my love!"

Marco silently stared at the bazaar structure before him, words struggled to process exactly what he was looking at. The base of the tower was very fitting of the name: The Lodge; a tasteful, simple, symmetrical rectangle of a building. The walls were constructed of dark, stacked lumber, but he wouldn't necessarily call it a log cabin. Most log cabins weren't a good four stories tall with modern plate-glass windows lining tightly across each and every floor. Finally, the log structure was topped with a classic, red-brick roof. Simple enough… for the ground structure, that is. From that point on, all bets were off.

Sprouting up from the flattopped brick roof were an assortment of unique buildings; towers—each of vastly different design and material—that pierced the sky. From the familiar to the utterly incomprehensible.

From traditional, sleek city buildings and mewman stone spires, to abstract shapes of strange, glowing metals and swaying tendrils that almost seemed organic in nature. Structures made from glass, volcanic rock, jelly, even clouds.

Where one tower ended, another seemed to sprout from its top, its side, or both. It looked like some lab test gone horribly wrong, like they were testing some experimental 'building seeds' and a fistful of them were all planted in the same place.

The boy's eyes ran up the twisting, clashing, mass of structures; before finally settling at its peak. If he were to levy a guess, he'd say it measured up to the height of a 40 to 50 story Earth skyscraper. The pure chaos of the towers sprouting from the simple log building made it look… almost appealing, in a weird way. The way everything fit so tightly into one another; the unique aspects of each addition complimented and accentuated by the juxtaposition of the neighboring structures. The more he looked, the more method he saw in the madness.

"So… what is it?"

"Pfft! What isn't it? C'mon! Let's go inside!" She said, grabbing her boyfriend's gloved hand, and beginning to pull. "You're looking at one of the greatest couple's destinations in the multiverse!" the princess continued to speak as they made their way into the main lobby; bustling with all types of creatures. "Hotel, restaurant, arcade, theme park, spa, theater, I'm pretty sure they got a mall now, too, and a whole buncha stuff I'm probably forgetting! It's awesome! The Lodge is famous for being able to accommodate all walks of life: magma people, demon people, beings of pure light energy, vegans. So if anything can withstand my explosive royal nutting-"

"Please don't say 'nutting'"

"-it's the Lodge!"

"Good day, madam." The lanky, four-armed creature working the desk greeted the princess as she approached, her partner not far behind. He wore a surprisingly normal fitted suit and crimson red tie; pristine white gloves wrapping each three-fingered hand. "What can we do for you?"

"I'm gonna need the toughest room you've got." The princess began. "But, you know, make it cozy."

"Excellent, we can very much do that for you." He said, scribbling something down on the notepad in front of him. "And can I get your home dimension? It will help us prepare a room to best suit your needs."

"Um… Mewni aaaand Earth." She said, pointing to herself followed by her partner. "But actually…" Star smiled, looking over to Marco, in the middle of taking off his new arctic coat. "I think I'd like something more Earthy."

Marco caught ear of this. "Star, you don't have to do that for me." He said, slinging the heavy jacket over his shoulder.

"He asked for our home dimension, didn't he?"

Marco wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that. But it made him smile, nonetheless.

"Wonderful." The attendant said, finishing off his notes before sending it up some sort of mail shoot.

Marco watched as—with a push of a button—the pod shot up the transparent tube that disappeared into the ceiling above. He wondered where it went, or how complex the tube system was. He was kind of impressed, to be honest. He didn't expect a place that looked like… well, The Lodge, to be so organized! The staff was polite and well-dressed, and even the interior was clean and well decorated.

"It should be ready for you within the next few hours. We apologize for the inconvenience. Your room number will appear on your Lodge-pass as soon as we've finished our preparations. In the meantime, please enjoy your time at the Lodge."

"Thank you very much." The princess said, tuning to leave the front desk.

"Um, Star? You forgot to get our Lodge-pass…"

The princess gave him a small, knowing grin. "Check your hands…"

The boy shot her a weird look before doing what he was told, bringing both his palms up into his field of vision. Everything seemed to be the same; that was until he turned them around. On the back of his right hand was a large, golden circle painted onto his skin.

"Gah!" Marco jumped at the new addition to his body. Painted wasn't the right word; he knew what paint on the flesh looked like, what it felt like. This wasn't it. It was as if the skin itself had its pigment changed to form the golden seal that sat below his knuckles.

Star flashed him her own. "Yeah." She laughed. "There's all sorts of weird powers people have here."

He ran his fingers over it, the text and logo graphic were embossed onto his flesh, jutting out like the details of a coin-face. It was disconcerting, but not uncomfortable. It didn't seem to restrict his movement or really make his hand feel any different than usual. So that was nice.

Marco brought his attention back to his girlfriend. "So, we're getting a custom room and access to the whole building? This is all sounding really expensive, Star."

"Do you forget who you're talking to? Princess Star Butterfly? My family's got more gems and gold than we know what to do with!"

The boy looked to the floor, wringing his hands. "It still feels wrong to be blowing your parents' money like this, though."

"Marco, the only thing I'm blowing here, today, is you."

Wow! He was not sure how he felt about such a passive remark like that!

"You're thinking about this the wrong way." The princess said, tapping the side of his noggin. "We're not just wasting money on a good time out. We're treating my mewberty in the safest place possible! We only pay for what we use, so stop your worrying and let's go to Loungeland! The rides are awesome!"

"R-Rides?..."

~ ~ ~ One thoroughly bad time later ~ ~ ~

"Marco! Why didn't you say anything?! I completely forgot about your motion sickness!"

"You… just seemed… nnghh… so excited to g-go-oh god… I thought… maybe nnngh I could t-take one ride. I was wrong. I was so so wrong. I'm sorry, Star."

"What're you sorry for this time?"

"For… my motion sickness, cause you wanted to go on the rides…?" He said, hesitantly, a bit confused by a question with such an obvious answer.

She tutted. "This trip isn't for me, ya block-head. It's for us. I've been on these puppies more times than I can count. Even if I hadn't, I don't want you to suffer for my benefit! Jeez. Your consideration can get exhausting sometimes, you know that?"

"Sorry." He murmured.

Star shot him an annoyed glare. One she couldn't keep together for long, as the thought of Marco apologizing for apologizing too much made her laugh.

"Maybe something a little less active. How bout a movie? Your pick."

"And the only thing that tested positive for the victim's blood was a plastic spife left at the scene of the crime."

The detective stroked his chin. "For all the utility the classic spoon-knife hybrid provides, murder isn't high on its list."

"But why, Doctor? Why would someone do it like this?"

"Until we've established a motive, I can not say for certain. But I'd bet my lunch that whoever used the spife did it not out of necessity, but of symbology. You see-"

Star sat in the dark theater, splayed out lazily across her seat. She gazed at the large, black and white screen; the man and his young assistant speaking paragraphs back and forth to each other in a featureless office room.

"Hey, Marco." She whispered.

"Yeah?" He replied, leaning towards her.

"Remember when I said we shouldn't be suffering for each other…? I think I've hit suffering levels of boredom."

The two spent the rest of the day on other, mutually enjoyable activities. Far exceeding the 'few hours' they needed to wait for their room to be done. Marco had almost completely forgot about it until a passing glare at his hand revealed that a string of numbers had materialized withing the once-blank box running across the golden Lounge logo: 1423.

After a lengthy elevator ride that Marco certainly felt move in more directions than up, the two reached floor 1400. Star lead the way down the hallway, Marco following close behind; hands full carrying a giant, novelty stuffed bear he'd won for Star at one of the carnival booths. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't?

Taped to the door of room 1423 was a note:

Dearest madam Butterfly,

We hope our accommodations are to your liking. We've managed the perfect balance between maximum comfort and durability. With a breaking point of over 150 gigapascals, the world could end outside these walls and you wouldn't feel so much as a tremor. We're so confidant in your stay being breakage-free, that any damages to the room or its furnishings will be covered in full by the Lounge.

Please enjoy your stay. We know you have many choices in luxury accommodations, and we thank you for choosing us.

The remainder of the page was filled by a stylized sketch of the Lounge's logo. The same one etched onto the back of their hands. With a swipe of their lounge passes, the door clicked, and the two love birds entered their private room.

As soon as the door shut—clicking again as it auto-locked behind them—Star pivoted on her heels, grinning from ear to ear. "So about those spells!" she gushed, wand somehow already in hand.

"Right…" Marco said, hesitant by her enthusiasm. "And I'm sure you're going to tell me them—beforehand—so I can give proper consent, ri-"

*Poompf*

Marco was cut off by a tuft of blue, sparkly cloud shot out from her wand; enveloping his face. A bit made its way into his lungs before he had the clarity of mind to swish it away

"Eeeee, now you can cum more than once!" She said with an excitement only holding in a surprise in all day could produce. An excitement so visceral that he couldn't even be mad at her this time. And multiple orgasms didn't sound too bad either. He just wished she wouldn't force it on him every time. "One for you. And one for me." She said, rhythmically, as she turned the wand onto herself. Hers was an inhalant too, but it was much thinner. A wisp of pink tinted mist spritzed her in the face. Star took a deep nose full before the air could dilute it.

"And what was that for?"

"Oh. It's in case you feel like hitting the front after the back." She said, way too innocently for the topic. "no condoms required!" Star winked.

Marco could already feel a growth in his trousers. Marco never even considered going condomless… but the thought of rawdogging a real pussy almost made his mouth water. But—always the gentleman—Marco tried to pretend to be indifferent to this news. "So… mewmans crafted magic spells for vitality and contraception?"

Given the context, Star got the gist of what those meant. She certainly hoped she did. She placed a hand on her hip. "Marco. I'm living proof that mewmans can be total pervs. Not that they were easy to get a hold of. But I knew someone'd had to've made them." She finished the thought with a proud—almost smug—smile.

"Okay…" Marco said, hands slipping into his hoodie pockets as he rocked uncomfortably on his heels. "So… what do we do now?"

Star forced her hand down the boy's trousers, jacking him off mercilessly under his boxers. "Now?... We have a lot of fun."

The boy grunted, clenching his eyes shut tight. She was so rough! So fast! He could already tell that he wouldn't last long. "St-Star, Pl-Please! Not yet! I don't have a change, hnngh! o-of clothes!"

Without missing a pump, the princess popped his cock out over the waistband of his bottoms; getting on her knees to lick the warm, salty bellend like an ice cream cone as she continued to work the shaft in her grip.

She only paused to slip her dress off, giving her little horndog something to ogle while she worked.

She slid the head halfway into her mouth, letting her soft, warm, malleable lips press, slip and massage against his most sensitive area; soon adding her wonderful, slippery tongue to the attack, running it in circles around every inch of his cockhead's surface! All the while, continuing her rapid pumps at his shaft. Marco felt his limit approaching within seconds of this treatment.

"Star!... C-Cumming!"

Her hand became a blur as she doubled her efforts, popping the salty cockhead from her lips. She opened her mouth wide, tongue hanging out as she aimed her lover down at her pink, glistening mouth muscle. "Ahhhhhh." She droned sweetly, bright blue eyes locked onto his own.

"Too… Cute!" He grunted just as the damn broke. His member convulsed as the boy's body went rigid; shooting waves of hot cum onto her waiting, welcoming tongue; refusing to cease her pumping as he continued to cum into her open mouth, glazing her tongue with his seed. As the few final spurts made it into her hungry maw, the boy's muscles relaxed. He looked down, hopeful to catch the incredibly sexy sight of the beautiful blonde swallowing his load. But the princess was not satisfied with getting most of her lover's seed.

As his cum pooled in her mouth, star took his tip into her mouth and gave a gentle suck, running her slick member around his opening to get every last drop; only then, could she be satisfied. She'd be lying if she said the taste of his spunk wasn't beginning to grow on her. She loved how dirty it felt, the feeling of swallowing his incredibly warm private liquid, willingly letting something so foreign feeling glide down her throat; it was such a turn-on!

With a few final gulps, the last drops rolled down her throat; leaving her mouth free to take in air. She took a moment to let her worked-up breathing level out, a bit. "Phew!" The princess puffed, pushing aside the strands of hair sticking to her sweat-glazed forehead. She got up off her knees, hands finding hips as she smiled at the sight of a job well done. "So?!" She began eagerly, "How do you feel?"

Marco looked down to see his cock still rock-hard. It twitched a bit, as if aware of its own scrutiny. "I feel… great!" He said with a chuckle of disbelief. "If anything… I think I feel even hornier!"

Star clenched her eyes shut, pumping her fists as her grin grew wider. "Yes! It works perfectly!" her eyes opened as her outburst of excitement concluded to find an empty room. "Marco?"

Before she had the chance to check behind her, she was ambushed! Warm hands gripped her shoulders from behind. An equally warm body was soon to follow, pecs pressing into her barely-clad back. His firm chest pinned her sensitive wings flat against her shoulder blades.

In the few seconds her eyes were closed, the boy'd managed to silently slip out of his top as well. The subtle rubbing of bare flesh against her silk-like wings was enough to make her moan. But they were mere whimpers compared to the moans he got when his lips began to dance across her neck, kissing and sucking at the pristine, soft flesh of his beautiful princess. He felt her wings twitch and flutter against his chest as he continued to work at her neck.

"Boy. Pussy, nipples, wings and now neck! You've got a lot of different buttons to push, Star. I'm almost jealous." He purred into her ear, voice dripping with smooth sexual swagger.

"You…forgot my throat…" She huffed out between heavy breaths.

That threw Marco off his swagger wagon. "P-Pardon?"

The princess silenced any future questions with a kiss. The message was clear: 'shut up and get back to work.' When Star released his lips, they ventured to the other side of her head to work on the unloved portion of her neck, giving her a fresh jolt of electricity up her spine,

Marco ran torturously light caresses across her perky B-cup breasts. The thin fabric of her bra did little to dampen the electric effect of his touch. Eventually, Marco gave the girl what she wanted. Continuing the assault on her neck, his hands finally slipped under the fabric to fondle the treasures within. His hands were magic. Rolling and tweaking both teats in perfect unison. Waves of goosebumps ran up her body as Marco's efforts caused the knubs in his grasp to stiffen even further. All the easier to tug and pinch.

Her legs began to shake under her own weight as her body was wracked with sensual pleasure. He was hitting all the right spots. He was playing her body like a damn instrument. "Marco… Please…" She gasped between moans. "I don't have spare underwear either!"

The boy's kissing stopped as he paused for thought, a devilish smirk forming on his lips. Wordlessly, Marco ran the black lace panties down her legs, a string of her wetness momentarily connecting her crotch with the fabric as they parted ways.

Before she could take a sigh of relief, the boy zipped back around to her front; the waistband of her underwear stretched open. Before she could even ask, Marco answered; securing the elastic band around her head. Her eyes peered out the leg holes as Marco made sure the damp crotch sat right over her nose and mouth.

"There ya go!" He said with a smile far too sweet for what he just did. "Problem solved!" With that, Marco returned to his previous position and resumed his groping from behind.

Star began to moan again as Marco got back into rhythm; now forced to breathe in the intoxicating fumes of her own sex. She could smell the hours of sexual anticipation built up throughout the day. All of it housed in the concentrated area right between her nose and mouth. Each breath of her own nether musk added a plank of wood to her libidinous fire.

Marco wasted no time taking advantage of the newly exposed pussy, reaching down and shooting a middle finger up her sodden snatch. The heel of his palm grinding against her peeking clit with every swift pump of his finger.

She pulled one of the leg holes over to her mouth and kissed him deeply, tongues linking together like a slippery mouth-hug. She parted from his lips, far sooner than Marco wanted her to. She looked into his rich, dark eyes and purred: "I think it's time for the main event…"

Sexual tags:

Entirely consensual and mutually enjoyable sexual activities, mild femdom, slightly less mild maledom, HJ/BJ w/ swallowing, neck kissing/sucking, panties on face/"""forced""" panty sniffing.