Explicit Sexual Content in this chapter, M8. Sexual tags listed at the bottom of the chapter.

'Lotta page breaks in this one, steamy stuff ramps up at the forth total page break.

Marco awoke slowly, feeling the familiar weight of a cozy comforter resting upon his naked form. Not quite ready to open his eyes, he took a moment to take in the blissful sensation of the plush fabric sealing his body in a pocket of his own warmth. The only thing that felt better than his own warmth, was the warmth of another. Marco scooted closer to the center of the bed, anticipating his girlfriend's soft skin against his own, but it never came. Marco reached an arm out to her side of the bed to be met with nothing but fabric and empty air. Thoroughly confused, the boy finally squinted his eyes open. Beams of sunlight spilled into the room through the large, open window and Marco was left processing a lot of things at once:

Ow, his eyes!

Star was not in bed with him.

He was in Star's bed.

He was in Star's room.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Well good morning again, sweet prince." Star sang from across the room.

"Morning? It's practically evening." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat himself up. "What… happened?"

"You passed back out a couple minutes after I so graciously woke you up this morning." She said, idly swinging her legs as she sat on the couch. "And you were, like, completely zonked out. Nothing I did woke you up. I even sucked your dick again; you came and everything! But you were still fast asleep. I think we might've overdid it, last night…"

"But you're up and about! Have you been up since you first woke me?"

"Yeah. It's crazy, right?!" She took a thoughtful pause, tapping her wand against her lip. "I'm guessing here, but you came a lot last night, and every one went inside me, in one way or another. Maybe your cum had some magical energy in it?" Star shrugged. "You got up late; I got up early. It's the best I got…"

"Alright. Too much sex at once puts me in a coma. Good to know. More importantly: you didn't carry me home in the nude, right?"

"Re-lax! I used my scissors to bring you straight to my room. Give me some credit."

Marco noticed the open laptop sitting on the table in front of her. He smiled; there was a certain—almost paternal—pride in seeing her take such a shine to the internet. "Whatcha doin' there?"

"Oh, just watching some videos." She said, closing the laptop. "Nothing important."

Sunday: Marco's day. As much as he had ideas for sexual fantasies to fulfill, he was really just itching for a break from it all. He loved the sex. How couldn't he love the sex? But Star was more than a pussy on legs, she was his girlfriend! (for the next couple days, at least).

Marco just wanted a nice day out with his special lady. No new dimensions, no adventures or pyromantic rape spirits, just him and Star sharing a day out in town—Marco eyed the clock once more—or at least what was left of the day. The still had a few hours of sunlight left. He'd decided on a local café not too far from the school. He wanted a date-y location, but wasn't really in the mood for a full-blown restaurant experience. He'd passed this café countless times on his way to school, the parasol-shaded outdoor tables running along the storefront, filled with couples young and old. He'd always fantasized about the day he'd be one of them. Though, in his mind, it was always Jackie in the other seat… Jackie… That's a name he hadn't thought about in a while. It being in the middle of winter also put a bit of a damper on his fantasy, as the outdoor tables now sat cold and abandoned.

They each ordered something small and sat down at an empty table-for-two. As much as he'd've preferred a table outside with some warmer weather, the atmosphere inside the building was still pretty nice. The café had big floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a lot of natural light, and the view wasn't half bad either. There were a good amount of seats filled without the place feeling crowded; the air was filled with the comforting weight of ambient conversation.

"Oh, right! I was meaning to tell you about the new discoveries I made on your laptop!"

"You found some new stuff?" Her phrasing made him a bit nervous, but her tone was classic excited Star; the wide-eyed demeanor of an eager child talking about their day at the zoo. "Well, what was it?"

The princess smiled brightly. "Alright. So you remember when you told me about that 'search history' thing?"

"Before you snatched my laptop away from me before I could notice that you goggled 'how to tell a boy you like them?'"

Star visibly tensed. "Y-You must have misread! It was just my porn! That's it! Just lots and lots of porn! I mean, who would even goggle something so silly? 'How to tell a boy you like them?'"

"Hey, speaking as someone who's been sitting on a confession for most of his life, opening up to someone can be tougher than it sounds." Marco said, taking a sip from his drink. "But you're probably right. It all went by so fast. Maybe it was just my secret hope that you liked me back that made me see the things I wanted to hear." Like hell it was! He'd seen those words clear as day, and the emotional weight of the moment kept that single search history glance burned into his soul. But, at the time, it felt better to play dumb than have his girlfriend feel uncomfortable. He'd be the bigger man. In hindsight, it was a courtesy she didn't deserve.

"Yes. Ah-hem. Anyway." She said, trying to recompose herself in spite of the bashful pinkness still subtly lingering across her face. "So, I finally found out where they hid the search history. My plan was to destroy it once and for all! Buuuut, that was before I realized how much it could teach me about your… 'habits.' So instead, I decided to do a bit of detectiving!" The princess smiled, holding her wand up to her eye like a magnifying glass.

Marco—to put it lightly—did not share her enthusiasm. He looked mortified, his mouth struggling to form the right words. "St-Star! You don't go through a man's search history! You're my girlfriend, but there're some things a man's got to have to himself."

"I didn't do it to embarrass you, Marco. I know how uncomfortable you are with discussing your more… 'out-there' desires. Soooo, I took it upon myself to find them out for you!" Star said with head held high, clearly very proud of herself; seeming to genuinely believe she was doing him a kindness. "Trust me. What I've found will only make this week better for the both of us!"

Marco could feel his body grow hot and clammy as she continued to speak, a healthy combination of fear and embarrassment slowly gripping every fiber of his being in a sense of looming dread. He did most of his 'special' browsing in incognito mode, these days. But even he didn't have a perfect track record. He was certain he'd slipped up before. How boned he was would all depend on how far back his history goes before it auto-deletes. And God help him if his search history still had the stuff he searched for before learning about incognito mode! Marco wasn't one to clear his search history either. It was always a convenient tool for reaching his frequently visited non-pornographic sites; and as a wise man once said: An empty search history says more than a full one. Whatever she managed to find kicking around his search history, he thanked his lucky stars that his real collection was tucked away in a secure location.

"Now, where to start?" She said, tapping her chin with the butt of her wand

"Uh… Star?"

"Oh! Right!" Star said with a snap of her fingers, her mental lightbulb going off. "The cartoons!"

Marco gulped. "C-Cartoons?"

"Yeah! Super surprising. I didn't know they made cartoons like that."

"Star… Maybe this isn't the best tim-"

"It was such an exciting discovery, too! I'm a little mad you never told me about it. Like, cartoons are great, but dirty cartoons?!" Star's eyes sparkled as her toothy grin grew even wider. "Earth has thought of everything!"

The word 'conflicted' didn't even begin to scratch the surface of the clashing emotions raging war behind his eyes. Star was never more adorable than when she reached peak excitement, the shimmer of wonder in her bright blue eyes that only came from the discovery of some new Earth thing. But this wasn't cute! Star had invaded his privacy! And was now talking about it in public! Why did she have to be so freaking cute about it!

"I just wish they weren't all in some weird language… And another thing!" She said, whipping a finger into the air. "Why do they all cover up the crotch privates but never the boobs? Has showing lady nips been fine this whole time?"

Marco's neck disappeared into his shoulders. "No, Star. Uncovered lady nips are just as frowned upon on Earth as they are on Mewni. Probably more so." He said in a hushed tone, eyeing the tables around them to make sure they hadn't drawn any unwanted attention. As much as he didn't want this to become the topic of conversation, he couldn't have Star going topless, one day, in order to test her theory.

The princess looked annoyed at his answer, arms crossed and cheeks puffed out. "…You people are confusing…"

"It's complicated, Star. There is no universal Earth culture. What seems normal in some areas can be considered really weird in others. You've got some cultures, like over in Europe, that are more open to nudity, while places like Japan are so stuffy about it that they censor their own pornography." Marco said, hoping to veer the conversation away from his own porn habits.

No such luck…

"Okay…" She said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Then 'hentai' must be a Japanish word, right?"

"Eh-hem. Star, maybe we don't talk about this here. Or at the very least not so loud!" The boy hissed, pulling his hood up over his head.

"Oh, but I'm getting to the best part! So I punched that Japanish word into the little typey box at the top of your file thing, and after sticking this little guy into the side of your laptop," she said, digging a small piece of plastic out of her star-shaped purse, "it led me straight to your entire pleasure treasure."

Marco's blood ran cold, his eyes glued—unblinking—to the black flash drive she held in her fingers. He didn't know what shook him more: that she managed to find his private drive, or that she knew how to search computer files. Star wasn't that computer literate!

"Goggle sure is handy!" She said with a big, toothy smile, speaking with all the unsettlingly vibrant friendliness of a secret psychopath.

Dear God, he created a monster. He'd only taught her the basics of internet browsing and, like a fool, expected her to remain at that level. He assumed Star lacked the attention span and, more importantly, the interest to do any serious research into how to use a computer. But this assumption had one fatal flaw. He based it on the old Star: the plucky, silly little kid that only thought about fun and violence. This was the new Star:

The girl who would do anything for sex.

"Where did you get that?!" Marco hissed, using all of his willpower to keep his voice to a whisper. "How did you find it?!"

The girl twirled it in her fingers before tossing it back into her bag. "A girl has her ways." In reality, she'd stumbled upon it by complete accident while she was in his closet, masturbating to the smell of his dirty laundry. But that didn't sound as cool. "Your collection's really organized though, very Marco. Everything had its own little folder, and so helpfully labeled too! Almost as if you wanted someone to find it." She said with a lighthearted giggle.

Marco forced a smile, "Yes, Star. Very cool discovery. Let's talk about it when we get home." He said through clenched teeth, frantically eyeing the tables around them, once again. Always the paranoiac: Marco couldn't tell if the lack of attention was from them not being overheard yet, or from them being very much overheard and just politely ignored by those around them; all still listening, but not being obvious about it. The uncertainty of it all might've felt worse than if people were staring.

"I found a bunch of tentacles, some brother on sister stuff—very naughty…" She continued, counting on her fingers, not even acknowledging what he said. "Anal, of course. Oh! And you reeeeally seem to like girls with dicks!"

That comment did prompt a few glances from other tables and he was so, so wrong: people staring felt so, so much worse!

"But only when they were using them to fuck other girls."

Marco's patience was running thin. He'd known Star a while. There were certainly things she struggled with in the social department. But she knew that things like sex and porn were private!… right? She must have! As horny as Star's been this week, she would have jilled-off in public by now.

"And I was really happy to see that you prefer girls on the flatter side. I've always worried about my boobs being too small for you."

His options were dwindling, she didn't seem to be listening to his hints, but he didn't want to raise his voice at her, plus yelling at her would only make a bigger scene. But he couldn't let her keep going, either. "Star. You need to stop this. Now." He said sternly.

"Hmm…" she said, stroking her chin in mock-contemplation. "Promise me we'll do some of the stuff I saw on here and I will." Blunt as a 2x4, but still maintaining that friendly smile.

So that was her game. "No, Star!" The boy said firmly. Asked directly and privately, he might've given it some thought. But after this little stunt she pulled, anything other than an immediate refusal would only serve to encourage this type of behavior.

Star shrugged. "Okay! I'll keep going then. Let's talk about what I learned about lolicon-"

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" He hissed, clapping a palm over her mouth. "I promise I'll request some, some, of my… 'interests' in the next couple days! Just please stop!"

"See? That wasn't so hard."

Per Marco's request, the two went straight home after the fiasco. He couldn't stand to be around those people after what they had heard. Star didn't scream it to the heavens, so they could have just moved tables, but Marco wasn't feeling very chatty after his humiliation, so it was time to go home. Star was very understanding about it and almost seemed sympathetic, which only cemented the fact that: yes, Star knew this stuff was private and used it to embarrass him on purpose.

Marco entered Star's room, already in his baby blue PJs. Star sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs as the boy approached. She held out the flash drive. "This… belongs to you…" She said meekly. Marco wordlessly snatched it from her fingers and tossed it onto the nightstand, not like there was much of a reason to re-hide it, right now. The princess played with the turquoise fabric of her dress. "So when are we gonna… you know?"

Marco got under the covers. "You can do whatever you want." He said, his head falling onto the pillow. "I'm going to bed."

"Wait. We're not even having sex tonight?!"

"No, Star." He said sternly, rolling onto his side to turn his back to her.

"Why nooooot?" She whined, like a child denied candy from the check-out aisle.

Marco sat back up. "Let's start with the fact that—oh, I dunno—you dug through my private, private, computer files and used public humiliation to blackmail me into doing kinky things with you! I'm not going to reward that kind of behavior, Star!"

"I… just wanted you to explore your fetishes with me, like you helped me to do…"

"There were other ways to do that, Star!" He shouted.

"Yes, I know! And I'm sorry!" She matched his volume. "I never wanted to upset you, Marco. I don't know if it's mewberty, or my usual dumbness strengthened by my love and horny! Whatever it is, I can't think straight sometimes. Do I regret what I did? Of course! But I did it for you! I did it because I love you so much and I want to make your wildest fantasies come true… And I thought you'd be too embarrassed to do it if I didn't make you…"

His face softened. Her voice was filled with a familiar, hurtful passion; there was no more scheming at play, here. And as much as he hated to admit it, it probably would have been a struggle to get him to willingly share his really freaky desires with her; he could barely handle admitting he wanted to try anal! Marco slipped a hand behind her neck and leaned her into a soft kiss. When they parted, Star was smiling, wiping away the moisture collecting in her eyes before it could threaten to overflow. Marco smiled back. "I love you too, Star; and I forgive you. Just… please don't do it again. Oh, and by the way, I refuse to do any loli stuff. There's a line between watching and doing that I do not want to cross!" Star just smiled and nodded. They cuddled together on the bed, silently enjoying each other's warmth.

"So… we're fucking tonight?" Star finally said, her bluntness throwing all the remaining sentimentality out the window.

"Eh…" Marco said. "I'm enjoying just cuddling with my girlfriend." He said, her face so close to his that he couldn't resist giving it a quick kiss.

Star fidgeted. "But the cuddling just makes the horny worse."

"Aren't you burned out? Don't you want a little break from the nightly bonedown?"

The princess gasped. "Never!"

"Really? Even after last night? I came inside you ten times. Ten! And you came even more than that!"

"Pleeeeease, Marco! I know it's your day and I can't make you, but I've been looking forward to it all day! I'm actually going to soak though these panties, I'm not even joking."

He certainly wasn't unaroused by their cuddling. "Fine. If you really want to. I might as well break out a pretty vanilla fantasy. Keep your dress on, just loose the panties."

After Star got him nice and defertilized, Marco led her into his room. "Since you seem to like digging around in my closet…" He said, opening up his closet door. "I thought we could spend some time in there together." The boy held the door aloft, gesturing with his free hand in an 'after you' type fashion. He spoke with a sultry swagger on his tongue: sly, devious; he had something planned for her and he wanted the world to know it. Star found it a teensy bit scary when he got like this; it didn't help that the possibility of Marco wanting payback wasn't completely off the table. But Star—being the pervy quasi-masochist she was—actually found the nervousness and uncertainty of the situation kind of hot!

Without a word, she stepped inside, pushing the neatly hung hoodies to the opposite side of the space. Star stood, back pressed against the wall, as she played with the hem of her dress. She could feel her heart thumping against her chest as he joined her, closing the door behind him.

"Wh-What are you going to do with me?" She said meekly, properly fulfilling her preferred role as the submissive.

"Nothing much, just some pretend. Here's the scene: we're at a party and we've snuck away to have sex. We find some privacy in the closet, but there are people hanging out right outside this door. If we're too loud, they'll catch us. Oh, and if you do get too loud. You get some long, merciless, orgasm denial torture after I finish." Marco drew in close to her ear, his hot breath tickling her flesh. "And that part's not pretend." He whispered.

Star let out a small eep as Marco lifted her dress. Even with the limited light peering in through the slotted closet door, he could see the subtle glint of her excitement liberally glazed across her crotch and inner thigh.

Marco whistled, prodding around the water damaged area with his free hand. "Geez, you weren't kidding." He said, examining the viscous fluid coating his fingers. "I don't think I've seen it this bad before. I don't even think we need foreplay at this rat-" The boy was silenced with a full-tongued kiss, failing to hold back a moan as the girl's hand began to jerk him off under his clothes. Marco counterattacked by groping her breasts. Her lack of a bra was clear from the rock-hard nipples poking at his palms through the fabric of her dress. Either she'd poofed them away while he wasn't looking, or the freak had been going titty-commando the entire evening. Marco's thumbs circled the sensitive nubs through the thin fabric while the rest of his hand continued to squeeze and fondle her firm yet plushy mounds. Without a word of warning, Star popped the fully-erect member up and over his pajama bottom waistband and dropped to her knees—sadly, out of fondling range.

She kissed the very tip of his one-eyed snake, the moist cluster of nerves peeking out from its cozy flesh sweater. Star pulled back his foreskin and smiled as her shy little buddy twitched with excitement. She ran her tongue sloppily up his head, lapping at it like a lollipop, before sliding it past her lips. She took him straight into her tight throat and began to bob her head at a rapid pace.

"Slow down there, tiger." Marco said softly, pulling Star back to her feet. "As much as I love what you're doing, I'm not a cum machinegun anymore, remember?" the boy smirked, "Unless you want to end it early for tonight."

Star's eyes widened, shaking her head frantically. She pressed her back against the wall, lifting the front of her dress. She locked gazes with her boyfriend. "Please…" She whimpered. "I need you."

Marco closed what little distance there was between them. "Relax. It was a joke." He whispered, lining himself up with her entrance, feeling her heavy breath against his face. "I already promised you sex, so neither of us are leaving 'till you're leaking baby batter."

Star gasped hard as Marco's dick slid to the deepest parts of her pussy with a single thrust. She cupped her hands over her mouth, letting the dress fall to where their bodies met. Marco paused, turning his head to the closet door. The two stood connected in silence for a good ten seconds before Marco whispered: "I don't think they heard us."

"Was it close?" Star said, trying to gauge what exactly was too loud for Marco's game.

"Who knows?" Marco replied. "They seem to be pretty occupied by their conversations, but one bad slip-up at the wrong time could get us caught."

Star gave a little pout. 'So there are no rules, it's whatever Marco feels like… Maybe orgasm torture will be fun.' She'd try her best, of course—the game's no fun when you lose on purpose—but with how painfully horny she was and Marco's loose definition of 'too loud,' she wasn't holding out much hope for getting out of this game without punishment.

Without warning, Marco began to move. The princess's body jolted as she was continuously fucked into the wall by a steady stream of slow wind-ups and powerful reentries. The forceful wet slaps of skin-against-skin would likely have gotten them caught already if the game scenario were real.

"Hah… Hah! W-Wait, wait! I… I can't keep my voice down if you keep th-hah-thrusting so hard!"

"I'm sorry." He grunted, only slightly softening his vaginal assaults. "I'm not used to you being this wet. Nngh… I don't think I can stop. It feels too good! Hah… so slippery, so warm. You're… squeezing me so tight… yet I slide into you so effortlessly."

Explaining how good it felt must have wound him up, because his thrusts only sped up, somehow sacrificing none of the force. Whimpering squeaks of struggling restraint bubbled from the princess's chest, resorting to using her finger as an improvised bite stick.

Schlap schlap schlap schlap

"H-Haaah!" Star could feel her mind start to slip; her willpower and concentration dissolving as hot pleasure spread across her entire body, slowly beginning to bypass her higher brain functions.

"Marco? Star?" Mrs. Diaz's voice called from down the hall. Everything froze.

Step

Step

Step

Step

Down the hallway, each one louder than the last; the steps that would've barely been audible on a normal day hammered against their senses like a dreadful drumbeat.

The footsteps stopped as the floor creaked just outside his room's doorframe "Marco?" She said again, poking her head into the room. The crispness of her voice sent prickling chills up the boy's spine. No longer graced with the privilege of distance, what was once a distant, muffled call had now arrived: clear and sharp, with nothing but a slitted, wooden door keeping them safe.

"Hm." Angie huffed to herself, taking a few steps into Marco's room. "Honey, have you seen the kids?" She shouted.

"I don't believe so." Her husband shouted back, from the living room.

"I could have sworn I heard someone come through the front door a little bit ago…"

The couple's hearts were practically pounding against one another. The fear Marco felt was simultaneously excruciating and invigorating. The risk of getting caught with his pants down filled him with a rush of adrenaline greater than any monster fight ever had. Against all better judgement, Marco began to move again.

"Wait, no, what're y-mmph!" The princess hissed into his ear before Marco placed a silencing palm over her mouth. They were slow, shallow thrusts; only pulling out about a quarter of the way before diving back in.

In high stress scenarios, the animal tends to take the wheel.

"I don't know what to tell you." Rafael said. "I haven't heard from them since they left this afternoon."

Fight or Flight: the two options coded into humanity's blood.

"C'mon, you can't tell me the kinky princess isn't getting excited by this." Marco breathed, just barely annunciating into her ear as his fucking grew slightly more intense.

In this situation, neither Fs were viable options.

Star lifted the hand from her mouth. "It's only exciting until we get caught, which isn't haah… u-unlikely-" The hand went swiftly back over her mouth, prompting an annoyed groan from the recipient.

So the cornered primate chose a third; an F even harder-wired into the brains of man. Marco chose to Fuck!

"Mom's shouting down to the living room. As long as no one screams, no one's going to check in here." Marco said, curling the top two fingers to slide past her lips. "I don't want to get caught either. I'm not gonna go hard enough to make you cry… juuuust close." Marco could feel Star lather his fingers with her tongue as she sucked on them, happy for something to help keep her mind off the pleasure. The way she worked her hot muscle around his fingers began to make Marco feel a bit jealous of them. The boy withdrew his hand from her face and, before her lips had the chance to close, inserted his own tongue past her lips.

"It's getting dark out." Angie said, taking a seat on her son's bed. "You think I should call them?"

Marco's hand crawled its way under her dress, across her outer thigh, before taking a handful of her soft butt, making the girl squeak into his mouth; the subtle slaps of wet flesh colliding barely tickling the closet couple's eardrums.

"I'd give them another hour." Rafael said. "Marco's responsible. He'd be calling us if there was any real trouble."

The princess's body jolted, clenching its butt cheeks as she felt a finger prod her asshole. Marco couldn't withhold a grunt as the tension tightened her pussy considerably. Star whimpered like a puppy as his finger found the center of her pucker and jostled its slimy tip inside. Tiny, high-pitched moans continued to squeeze out from the back of the girl's throat as he continued to penetrate deeper into her asshole, slipping the second mouth-glazed finger into her rear as he fucked her into the wall. Star clenched her eyes shut, gripping her own thumbs with white knuckles. She could feel her defenses begin to slip again. All her mental energy was funneled into keeping herself quiet—a resource that was quickly drying up—she couldn't even contribute to the kiss anymore, letting Marco take full control of the movement between their tongues. Every one of her openings were being used; stuffed and played with by the man she loved, all while within ear shot of her foster-mother. It all felt so good!

"After all, who knows?" The downstairs voice continued. "They might be on a date. Wouldn't want to interrupt Marco's first kiss." They both laughed at the absurdity.

"Ooh, if only." Angie sighed, her voice getting comfortably distant as she left the room and made her way down the stairs. "They spend so much time together. Anyone with eyes could see how cute a couple they'd make."

Marco felt a twinge of shame peeking through his animalistic instincts to breed; doing such perverted things while his parents think of them in such a sweeter light. That shame was quickly snuffed out as he felt the signs of orgasm peeking over the horizon. Marco pulled away, breaking their kiss with a string of saliva connecting their tongues. "Star!" He grunted, just barely under the vocal limit of his game. "I'm-mmngh"

Star placed her palm over his mouth. He could feel her arm quivering as she pressed against his skin. "I-I know… hah hah… so am I… C-Cum inside me, Marco-mmngh!"

Marco returned the favor, placing the hand that wasn't knuckle-deep in her keister over her mouth. Marco's hips hammered into her almost autonomously, its speed and force increasing exponentially as the pressure in his loins began to build. The room got warmer, unnaturally warmer; as if he'd been fully submerged in breathable bath water. His vision shifted to a bluer hue before the realization dawned on him. A spark of dread lit his very soul ablaze as his damn finally broke. He stared into Star's eyes and a familiar pair of solid, pink headlights stared back.

Hot bursts of cum flooded the girl's uterus. The girl teetered on the edge of climax as each twitch of his ejaculation threatened to send her tumbling into euphoria. Marco quickly withdrew the fingers from her butt and that was all she needed.

Thoooom!

A blast of magical energy erupted from the couple, flinging the closet door wide open. The sounds of panicked parent voices and hurried footsteps made its way up the staircase.

"Eee!" Star squealed, her eyes suddenly glowing a bright amber hue.

Marco heard a loud whoosh, felt a rush of air, before finding himself disoriented, fully dressed, and sitting on the floor in the middle of his room with Star sitting next to him: hair a little messy, but otherwise looking perfectly normal. Not more than a second passed before the worried parents were at his doorstep. Before they could even ask, Star spoke up.

"Sorry about the noise, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz. I wanted to try out some… teleportation magic, and it…" Star paused to take a look at Marco's room, "didn't go great…"

She was hiding it well, but Marco could see her muscles periodically convulse. Was she still cumming? Marco took a look back himself. The boom was loud, the room looked pretty shook up with the occasional singe mark, here and there. But it didn't do anywhere near the kind of damage their first one did.

Having been part of the family a while, Star's destruction was not a shock to his parents. Star's antics rarely reached house-shaking levels and they could have sworn the kids were still out on the town, so the boom, understandably, freaked them out. Relieved to see that Marco and Star were home safe, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz said their good-nights and headed off to bed.

The two let out a huge sigh of relief.

"D-Do I still have to do the orgasm torture?" the princess meekly asked.

Marco pursed his lips, drumming his fingers on his knee. "I don't think you could've made that any quieter… and you did somehow manage to save my butt, just now. Hmmmm… I'll say, like, ten minutes of vibrator edging."

Back in Star's room, Marco had her tied, spread eagle, on the bed; wrists and ankles tightly fastened to each bed post. Bondage wasn't originally on the menu, but he had this strong feeling in his gut that Star was itching to be tied up again. Whatever it was, it fit with the whole 'punishment' atmosphere quite well. Star certainly didn't object to the idea.

He straddled over her butt-naked body in a 69-esque position, his cock—still decently slick with a glaze of cum and vaginal fluid—hanging over her face as he worked at her clit with a pink bullet vibrator. Since he was getting up close and personal with his girlfriend's vagina, and Star didn't seem to have any obvious tells, it was her responsibility to tell him when she was about to cum. Only a few minutes in and the moans from his lover coupled with the sweet, tangy aroma of her sex wafting into his face started to get him horny again.

Star's eyes were fixated on his cock, getting a front row seat to the wonders of the male body; going from travel-size to full-mast erection in under a minute.

Marco ceased his vaginal assault as he lined himself up. A satisfied sigh bubbled from his throat as his cock slid past her lips, enveloping him in tight, slimy warmth He could feel the bed shift a bit as Star tugged at her restraints. Marco hung his head down. "You don't mind, right?"

Star responded with a series of incomprehensible grunting and humming, completely incapable of mewman speech with a cockhead trying to pierce her throat. The attempt at communication was snuffed out as her muscles gave way and Marco snuggly slipped into her throat.

Marco smiled warmly. "Thanks, babe. You're the best." He'd forgiven her, sure; but after what she pulled at the café earlier today, quite frankly, Marco deserved a facefuck. He started slow, enjoying the way her muscles squeezed and contracted around his girth. Marco slipped the vibrating egg into his mouth, lathering it up with natural lubricant before taking it back into his fingers. With a devious grin, Marco pressed the egg against her asshole. He could feel her clench, tightening up in all the right places, as he pressed the egg all the way inside.

Marco's hips picked up the pace. He hooked his arms under her thighs and began to lick. Her clit was the obvious first target. Her body wriggled and swayed under his weight. Marco gave her love button a few more laps before diving into her snatch. He went as deep as his muscle could reach. As he licked across her vaginal walls, he could feel the vibrations from her ass.

Star struggled in her binds, hoping to tap or signal her approaching climax to no avail, with her muffled cries of warning either being unheard or ignored, she was forced to cum. Marco wasn't too far behind: hot semen built up in her throat, as she struggled to properly swallow while her brain was fried by carnal pleasure.

Unfortunately for her, she came one minute before the time limit, which meant 20 more minutes on the clock! It was one of many premature orgasms and the penalties kept getting longer.

It was gonna be a long night.

Or it would have been if they stuck to the rules. Marco wasn't heartless, of course. Once she'd accrued over an hour in penalty minutes, he decided she'd had enough. Sure, empathy had something to do with her early dismissal, but it was mostly that he lacked the sexual energy to punish her for that long.

Marco untied the princess from her bedframe, and despite her continued assurances that she had fun, Marco couldn't stop apologizing. Star got into her PJs, flashing her lack of panties to her boyfriend, before climbing into bed with him.

Marco's day drew to a close as they fell asleep in each other's tender embrace.

Marco seems like the kind of guy who'd watch hentai, right? Or am I just projecting? It's been, like, three years since I've seen an episode and I can't quite remember any (if any) of Marco's explicitly stated interests or hobbies outside of karate in the first two seasons. I don't intend on checking.

Also, guess what. Echo Creek is in Los Angeles, where winter doesn't fucking exist! Granted, visually, it's kind of obvious; there's palm trees everywhere. But I'm from the Midwest: a normal part of the world that actually gets the four seasons! So I just assume it snows in fictional American towns. I've already written snow into the story, so let's pretend!

Remember when this fic was, you know, sweet and fluffy? And there was, like, a plot? Instead of me going down a checklist of sex acts I want to write about? Like, story wise, ending at chapter 13 would've probably been ideal. Two friends trapped in a room together and expressing their feelings for one another: a perfectly simple, charming story. Now it's almost pure pornography, and I guess there's nothing wrong with that, sex is why I wrote it. And I guess just because the story's shifted in tone doesn't take away from the original arc's quality. You all keep clicking, so I'll keep writing!

At the same time—ironically—what these two are doing next chapter has been my most anticipated sexual interaction. Like, one of THE things that made me want to write a Starco smutfic in the first place. If you think Marco's treatment of Star in the bedroom has been a little too one-sided lately, fear not. Next episode, Star's getting a little payback. Get excited, folks. I certainly am.

Tags: Roleplay. Deepthroat. Risk of Getting Caught. Creampie. Anal Fingering/Insertion. 69. Tied to Bed Bondage.