Here's some more Chariakko, peeps. Hope you guys enjoy, and props to MagitekKnight for the nice review.
Cherry and Crimson
Chariot awoke that morning with a gasping start. For five straight minutes she stared open-mouthed at the dusty wooden ceiling, wondering just what part of the last several hours had been a dream. There'd been a movie night, lots of laughter, copious amounts of unhealthy food...and…
Akko. Akko!
Heartbeat rising in sudden tempo, Chariot's memories crashed back like a tidal wave. There was no way that had happened. By the Nine Old Witches! Not in a million-
She was looking numbly at the discarded pants draped over the chair by her bed. At the darkened patch still gleaming in the golden light of a beautiful morning. The woman remembered the sudden impulsive desire and tasting it...
Chariot emitted a high-pitched flustered yell and leapt out of bed, knees weak with the sudden vertigo. Examining the article of clothing closer, half-expecting the revelation of that stain to disappear with each wincing blink of disbelief, Chariot came to terms with what had happened.
She could still recall that sensation of awakening in a darkened room, of suddenly tasting a ravenous tongue coiling with her own. A cadence of warming pleasure shifting up and down her thigh. A sweet aroma of intoxicating perfume filling her senses. Of wanting nothing more than to simply allow that ecstatic joy to continue. To submit entirely…
To submit.
"Ahhh~!"
Chariot gave a short, warbling whine and fell back to sit tensely on her bed, nearly hyperventilating from the rapture of emotions. She knew she should've felt upset, angry, hurt. But a dormant, jubilant, delighted scream rose to the forefront of her mind so powerfully it scattered away all the 'should'.
So that was it...she realized. What she'd kept locked away not just in her heart, but her body and soul. Pure, desperate lust. Akko's taste had sprung it all free to run wild with abandon. And she-she couldn't hope or dare to stop it.
Chariot didn't want to stop it.
Submit, her mind spoke in the girl's cute voice that time.
Akko's vivid image danced in her imagination, pulled from the brief dream she'd experienced, of her standing imperious before a kneeling Chariot in the middle of that grassy field. Smug glimmering eyes of cherry, teasing smirk curled with honeyed words that melted in the woman's ears. That tiny pleated skirt begging to reveal the clandestine savour beneath.
Chariot managed to prepare herself for the day, not once able to shake those coy thoughts away. She was beyond flustered by that point that it took her three times as long to slip into her disheveled professor's garb as normal. Still, by the grace of such excitement, of such release, her will held strong enough.
How would Akko react to seeing her? She'd reminded the girl of broom practice that was due that morning, so it was the first order of the day. Would Akko be afraid? Confused? Chariot just wasn't sure. Perhaps, by composing herself as normal, it would put her pupil at ease? To show nothing was wrong. Yes, that would probably be for the best she told herself; the reassurance calming her once-shaking gait as she walked down the staircase from her quarters.
The last thing Chariot wanted was to make Akko feel uncomfortable. She was still young, still discovering herself. If Chariot took it all slow, steady, and in stride...then…
Then what?
Submit, sensei…
Chariot missed the final step of the stairs, abruptly barreling forward with a shriek but her sharp reflexes allowed her to curl into a deft soaring somersault ending with a perfect landing out into the corridor.
"Ahem!" She fake-coughed and kept walking, pretending that hadn't just happened, ignoring the lone baffled stare of a student she passed by.
What in the world was she going to do?
You already know the answer to that, my Chariot~
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Akko had managed to do the impossible that morning and actually left her room behind, heading towards the open sports field of Luna Nova's grounds with a biting terror doubling her body heat, bridging torrents of uncomfortable sweat and an irritating, nervous burn lighting up the skin behind the girl's ears.
Everyone's looking at me. They know. Everyone knows, she thought in frenzied bursts every time the rare sight of another student or professor passed her by. Nothing she could do made her awkward, leaden steps look the least bit natural as she moved. She knew it was ridiculous, but couldn't help but feel they could see the edged cloud of reckless shame about her.
Shame, Akko winced as the too-bright light of the sun hit her full force when she stepped out onto the grounds. She felt so much mortifying shame.
I didn't just do something embarrassing. I...betrayed Chariot. Betrayed her trust. Why couldn't I control myself? Why did I…!
The subject of her pained obsession swam into view far ahead. Chariot had her back turned, a pair of brooms held in her hand upright on the grass waving in the calm breeze.
Time to run. TIME TO RUN! Akko's thoughts screamed within. She never should have left her room! It was all a big mistake! No way Chariot could bear putting up with her after what Akko had done. Part of the girl had wished her dear teacher hadn't shown up at all, just so she wouldn't hesitate to zoom back under her bedsheets and disappear from the world for the next decade, responsibility be damned.
Her will shrieked at her trembling legs to turn tail, but instead they plodded forward towards the quickly growing shape of Professor Chariot, each step on the grass adding staccato's of overlapping yells of protest in her mind.
What am I doing! She's disgusted by me, I know it! Bet she'll turn around and whip me in the face with one of those brooms...and I'd deserve it! You stupid idiot, why did you-!
The thought of possible retribution helped to cool those screaming protests, and steadied her agonizing walk towards Chariot. Akko didn't expect at all to be forgiven. She just wanted her beloved teacher to be angry. To shout and scream! To slap Akko harshly in the face and make her swear on her knees to never do something like that again! It'd be a start of what I deserve. Just because I lost control is no excuse. I deserve everything that's coming to me.
Chariot must have heard her steps as Akko approached, turning around to face her with an expression the girl had never expected in a billion years.
She was smiling. Smiling! A slight tinge of restraint, sharp nervousness in the tense glittering red of her eyes. But there was no mistaking it. Akko had anticipated venomous hatred, not that…
"Good morning, Akko. Are you feeling well?"
Akko didn't know how to reply. She felt her mouth popping open and close like a bubbling fish but no sound came for an excruciating minute. Damn it all, she had to say something! Anything before her jellied knees gave out!
"I'm—I'm—I'm...uhhhh...brooms."
Oh sweet lords of magic. She wanted to explode and leave nothing but a smoking crater. A tiny little picket sign erected nearby: 'Here blasted Akko. What a Witch.'
"Yes, brooms." Chariot replied with a shy nod and handed one of them to Akko, who snatched it with way too much gusto and slammed the stem tight to her own chest knocking the wheezing air from her lungs. Please let that kill me, she pleaded to whatever entity was listening.
Unfortunately the girl's breath returned in a dramatic gasp, which prompted a brisk giggle from Chariot who asked with baffling composure; "Are you alright?"
Akko was not. Not an atom of herself was 'alright'. Why in the winds of magic was Chariot behaving so...chipper? In fact, she seemed happier that normal. What in the world was going on? Did she maybe imagine that sexual encounter? Had her spinning, adolescent urges warped the girl's mind? No, that couldn't be it. She'd masturbated on Chariot, had thrown herself atop the woman to recklessly taste those lips, to slip and scour that tongue with her own. The pungent mess coating the young Witch's nether-regions that had awaited her discovery that morning was evidence enough.
She needed to know what was going on, but her mouth still wasn't functioning. Instead of blurting out what Akko wanted to, she merely nodded dumbly and mounted her broom before kicking off the grass into a short hover a few inches in the air.
Did she really not mind what I did? Or did I manage to break her brain? Oh great, nice one Akko. Just couldn't hold it in that night, could you? I should've let Chariot sleep, then jumped into the shower for the release. Instead I used Chariot's thigh. That beautiful, muscled thigh. Oh my god.
Her rattling inner-monologue continued to pinball about in Akko's numb brain, yet she somehow went through the motions of flying slowly behind Chariot as her teacher guided her along.
"It's still too soon to be flying high up for now, so let's take it low and slow. Remember to use your hips to steer, and try not to grip the broom too tight, Ok?"
"Y-yes, sensei!" Akko yelped in reply and accidentally dipped the broom sharply towards the ground, nearly puncturing it into the grass but righting it at the last second. Concentrating on such a simple task was proving too difficult. Especially then with Akko staring at the light glow of Chariot's smooth face, and the luxurious flowing of that hair, from that angle behind her. And speaking of behind—she noted with a rising quiver between her legs, thighs clamped so tightly on the broom Akko knew it would shatter into splinters at any moment. That twin globous shape, wrapped so perfectly atop the base of the broom. The professors garb was pulled tight in such a way that accentuated it so vividly, making it all too easy for Akko's imagination to peel the layer of clothing away and revealing the spectacular toned backside within. Suddenly the slight vibrations from the broom nestled deep into Akko's trembling groin felt ecstatic; the shocking sensation rising so quickly it forced a loud, whining moan to ring out from her lips.
"Mmm-wahhhh!~"
The next moment several things happened far too quickly for the girl to react with anything resembling grace. Her cry of pleasure had been easily loud enough for Chariot to hear, prompting her mentor to halt in place and swivel her body around to stare with a curiously vexing expression of balmy delight of all things. But there was no time to ask herself if she'd imagined that too, as Akko again shunted the angle of her broom too low and plowed the point into the grass. The sharp burst of speed just before impact flung the girl from the broom like a spring catapult, missiling her face first straight into the beckoning cushion of Chariot's butt.
"MMMRF!"
"EH?!"
Comfy, Akko mused deliriously as she and Chariot went airborne in a tangled mess of Witch and broom as the grounds of Luna Nova turned into a green mess of colours; all the while Akko's buried face never detaching from the soft, velvety crevice.
The sensation was cruelly short lived when they hit the soft dirt and skidded a fraction across the grass before coming to a lurching stop.
A sparsely clouded sky of perfect blue danced in Akko's vision for a few seconds. She blinked hard a few times to clear the fogginess and realised she was still lying flat on her back from the fall. Turning her head slightly, ears itching a little from the rasping blades of grass, Akko saw Chariot lying right beside her staring straight back.
Akko was an instant away from profusely apologising, not just for the embarrassing tussle but for every crude thing she'd perpetrated to a person she genuinely loved. But before a single, blubbering syllable tumbled out, Akko felt a wonderful warmness gracing her right hand settled by the girl's waist.
Chariot's own hand was gripping hers tight, but gentle. The tiny scrap of breath Akko managed in that moment caught sharp in her throat at the gorgeous, pining expression her mentor was transfixing her with.
"Wha…?" Akko sputtered. "What is this?"
The woman lifted Akko's hand up to her waiting lips as an answer, lustily wrapping her tongue over the digits before dipping them straight into her mouth with a mewling whine, dazed eyes fluttering shut as she suckled in quickening ardour.
That was it. That was enough to convince Akko it was all a dream. A ridiculous, scandalous, wonderful sexy dream! It couldn't be real. Chariot was not ravishly slurping her fingers, moaning louder and louder with messy flims of drool running down the corners of her mouth. People didn't just instantly change from normal to hotly aroused like that.
But then just last night, Akko thought with rising excitement...hadn't she?
"Akkoo~ I want this. I want this so, so much..." She moaned after gently plucking Akko's hand from her mouth, drawing strings of saliva with it; the same hand Akko had only hours earlier used to-
Chariot wanted that? Wanted HER? A small explosion blazed in Akko's chest at the mere thought. Her mind was suddenly open and lucid, despite knowing it was all a dream. That meant she no longer had reason to fear anything.
All the girl needed. All she desired, was the beautiful body of that the woman, her hero, to be hers to do whatever she wished. The lustful frenzy of that night returned and rapidly started enveloping Akko's will. Chariot's open mouth, slick with drool that shone in the morning light, begged to be tasted. All the girl had to do so lean over and-
HOLD IT!
She blinked hard again, spurring her senses to return like a cartoon anvil dropped on her already aching head. Akko couldn't do it. Not like that! It wasn't a dream!
With a high-pitched yelp the girl tore her drooled hand free from Chariot's and clumsily staggered to her feet, nearly tripping over her toppled broom when she stepped away.
"Waitwaitwait—hold up! How is this happening?" Akko blurted in half a breath. Her teacher quickly stood up from the ground and nervously dusted herself off, her face burning the brightest glint of red that Akko had ever seen. "I just-! You just-! M-my face went right into your butt!"
Akko became acutely self-conscious of the scene, thankful that no seemed to have bore witness to it as far she could see around her. Chariot had almost spurred the girl to do the unthinkable...right out in the open! And the young Witch had wanted it! She was sure then, that they'd both completely lost their minds.
"Akko! I'm so, so sorry! I thought that—when you...by the Nine Witches! W-what's happening to us?!" Chariot stammered madly, motioning her words with frantic, random gestures with her hands. "I—we...w-we just lost control..."
"...Yeah. What the heck happened? It's like I turned into a different person." Akko remarked sheepishly. She saw a pair of students emerging from around the corner of Nova's main building in the far distance. The sight served to change the atmosphere of the situation to her regard. Now no longer alone, the trembling excitement from seconds ago gradually passed as she caught her ragged breath back.
"F-forgive me for what I did, please! I shouldn't have pressured you like that! Heavens, what's wrong with me?"
Chariot was still apologizing, and that rose a brief and tiny well of frustrated anger in the brunette. She was sorry? Did her mentor forget what Akko had done first? Everything was Akko's fault! She was the one who hadn't been able to control herself!
"What are you saying, sensei?" She yelled in disbelief. "You shouldn't be saying sorry. I'M the one who's sorry! I-I-I took advantage of you! You were asleep and I...I..."
Oh crap. She was thinking about that event again. Akko haymakered the pink-hued bubbling images without mercy, steadying her voice in the process. A shard of sensation still lingered at the back of her mind, that feeling of pressing against Chariot's thigh with vigorous momentum. Somehow she managed to press on without losing herself regardless.
"You haven't done anything wrong. Not in my book. I acted like a total creep when I decided to...y'know..." Akko shuffled her feet nervously and glanced aside, the shame burning in her stomach making it difficult to look her mentor in the eyes. "You never gave me permission to do any of that. Honestly, I almost didn't show up today. Couldn't bear facing you, ya know? I thought you'd want to hit me or something. That—that you'd hate me...and you'd be justified for feeling that way..."
"That's not at all how I feel about you. You can trust me on that. What you did was, well 'inappropriate', of course, but I'm not upset it happened. It's a little difficult to explain..."
Akko almost chuckled darkly out loud at that. Inappropriate was the last word the brunette would've used to describe her dishonorable act. Chariot continued calmly with a kind smile that brightened the girl's mood every second she admired it. A scrap of shame and guilt still remained, but was ever-shrinking.
"Let's go sit down for moment and talk about all this, yes?"
"Sure, y-yeah!"
Chariot led her over to a bench on the far border of the grounds nestled under the shade of rows of vibrant trees still lush green in that early autumn. Once they were seated in relative privacy from a few more students milling about the area who'd be none the wiser to their tense conversation, Akko's crimson-haired professor started to speak in slowed, careful rhythm.
"There's something important you need to know about me, Akko. I'm a very, well-" She sighed a deep breath. "-submissive person. Not just emotionally but also...in a 'sensual' sense. Does that make sense?"
Akko nodded sharply, but didn't interrupt. Chariot was clearly having trouble expressing herself so she needed to be patient. Just listening to her was a pleasure on its own. Something about the way the woman's perfect lips moved as she nervously spoke...
Uh oh. Focus damn it! This is important!
"Adding to that, I've only ever explored that side of myself just once many, many years ago. Close to your age in fact."
"With Professor Croix?" So much for patiently keeping her mouth shut. Akko mentally kicked herself for blurting that out. "Uh, whoops. Sorry about that..."
Thankfully Chariot only blushed a little at that, seeming to take no offence. "Yes. Though even back then she was far more focused on work than romance. And in a way so was I, with becoming Shiny Chariot and all the tasks that came with that. For all that time I repressed my urges very deep. And for a good while, I believed them to have vanished entirely. Which is incredibly silly, I know."
"That's not silly at all." Akko countered as she leaned towards her with a smile. "Before last night I barely thought about that kinda stuff at all. Until it all just 'popped' like a pinata in my brain, letting all the candy out."
Akko immediately felt like an idiot for putting it that way. Just once she wished to be as elegant a speaker as Diana. Regardless, her stupid metaphor urged another shy laugh out of Chariot.
"You have a curious way of explaining things." She stifled another giggle, eyes glimmering in delight. "But yes, something like that. I suppose it isn't so strange then. So when you took it upon yourself to explore that feeling, it's like my own mind-pinata burst open."
Akko bit her tongue hard to keep from cackling out loud. She just couldn't pin down whether Chariot had meant to try and make her laugh or not. Mind-pinata. It sounded so ridiculous coming from her! Somehow she forced the laughter down into her gut, as painful as it was, and let Chariot continue. Why as it so easy for Chariot to amuse her like that?
"I felt so strongly that desire overtake everything inside me. It never occurred, or mattered to me that it was wrong. Like I was starving for it. So much. Too much. I wanted so badly to feel that pleasure again. I could never seek it out for myself, not with the way I am. So I...I-"
Akko saw how Chariot's folded hands on her lap were shaking.
"It's ok." The young Witch hushed gently. "Whatever it is you need to say, I won't be weirded out. Promise."
A slight glitter of grateful tears dotted the corners of Chariot's eyes. She's so beautiful, Akko murmured to herself in wonder.
"Thank you, Akko." Chariot paused briefly to gather herself. "What I'm saying is I...I have a desperate need to be used."
"Huh?" She gasped nervously.
"To submit. To allow someone I trust and love ask anything of me that would please them. S-sexually! No matter how embarrassing!"
Chariot's voice had risen several volumes at the tail-end of that sentence, spooking Akko a little. But the danger of being overheard mattered less than an atom at what the girl had just heard. Of what it meant…
Her darling mentor. Her life's obsession…
Wanted to be used.
"Oh...my god." Akko stammered dumbly, feeling her eyes widen as far as humanly possible on her stunned face. "My GOD."
Chariot swung her flustered beet-red face away and covered the glow with both hands.
"Ah-Ahhhhh!" She whipped her shaking head side to side in a frenzied blur, still hiding her shielded face, though her hat accidentally twirled off her crown and spun like a dismal UFO and settled on the grass nearby. "Tell me I didn't confess that! Oooh noo. No, no, no…! It's too much! I'm—I'm your teacher! I can't be saying things like that!"
Akko silently watched her ramble on. The strangest feeling of intense control was flowing hot through her body. It wasn't calmness, in fact she was ludicrously excited and rattled. But the focus of it drew an odd confidence within her that she'd never experienced before. Akko felt as if she was watching herself move and speak, like it was a predestined scene playing out. One where she knew exactly what to do, what to say without any shred of hesitation.
"Chariot, I want you to do something for me." She said with a deepened, confident tone. Chariot rose her blushing face out of her palms and stared, the tiniest tremble visible on those lips.
"Yes..." The woman replied. There was an eagerness to the simple word, almost a desperation. Whatever fearful shyness she'd been wracked with seconds earlier seemed to have disappeared.
"You're going to perform again. Just like you used to back in the day. Only in my room, at 11pm sharp. Just the two of us."
Chariot seemed to be panting now, the tremble on her lips quivering out until her whole body was shaking.
"You'll wear the costume again. Until you don't wear anything at all. Then you'll do whatever I want. Understand?"
"Y-YES! Whatever you wish! I'll be ready!" Chariot shot up out of her seat, balling a determined fist to her chest, eyes blazing with manic energy. "Anything you want. Nothing will make me happier than-" She lowered her voice slightly, a thankful gentleness to her words. "-submitting to you. Only you..."
"Good." Akko felt herself smirk. She sounded and looked calm on the outside, but within her mind there was a frenzied free-for-all of tiny Akko's beating the ever-loving magic out of each other. Some ran in circles screaming, others uselessly tried to put out encroaching columns of flame, a few desperately calling for order only to be socked in the face then piled on by a delirious mob of blushing, sex crazed Akko's. Total Chaos.
"Very good. Until then, sensei, we better get on with our day like normal."
How in the hell am I going to manage to do that?! One of the remaining voices of reason shouted shrilly in Akko's head. She chose not to worry about that for the time being. The thought of having Shiny Chariot be all hers for a private show was breathtaking. Plus completely insane. And there was no chance the girl would pass up such a dream come true. The very inkling arousal of picturing how Chariot would look in that blue skirt, that open cleavage that had teased the young Witch's subconscious for so long-
-would finally be within reach. And Akko knew there was no going back. Not after what Chariot had told her. It was going to happen and nothing would get in the way.
"Yes, of course. Of course!" Chariot nodded, adding a series of fervent bows up and down with too much unnatural enthusiasm. She even managed to snatch up her hat in the process and plonk it on backwards. "Thank you, Akko! For doing this for me!"
Of everything in that embarrassing exchange, it was the unexpected gratitude that finally managed to snap Akko from that steely stupor of confidence. She realised why that desire for pleasure had grown so strong in such a short span. Initially it had been raw lust guiding Akko's hand, quite literally, but to see how much it pleased her mentor to finally release all those shackled delights, the young brunette saw a deeper truth to it all.
Akko didn't just want to feel good herself. She wanted to make Chariot happy. To make that wonderful, kind woman revel in the ecstasy of want that Akko, with all her naivete, understood that Chariot would always deny herself.
Their conversation had slipped from discreet to marching band quite quickly, mostly owing to the fiery-haired woman's sudden increase in volume. Akko saw a few students relatively close by standing in pairs, staring in puzzlement. A couple were even whispering to each other. She figured that was a good time to break the tense spell buzzing between herself and Chariot before it got further out of hand. But before she waved goodbye to Chariot with a cheeky knowing, smile and dashed away back towards Luna Nova's main building, she hushed one more thing just loud enough for her professor to hear.
"When we're alone again, there's something I want to confess..."
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Chariot watched her dear student sprint away. She was still burning hot with embarrassment, but it was tempered by the excitement of what awaited later in the day. It was for the best that the two waited until it was late, Chariot figured, as much her wanton desire had her near-bursting at the seams. By the grace of magic, she'd been ready to commit right there on that field, had Akko, that sweet, beautiful girl, wished it.
Feeling herself grow a wide, bashful smile that pained the creases of her cheeks in its rare joy, the woman cupped the buzzing ear Akko's parting whisper had brushed.
"So do I, Akko...so do I."
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