After Ash carried Athena bridal-style out of the scene, a full-fledged make-out session ensued – the two pressed each other against the bathroom door as soon as it closed behind them. The lighting was surprisingly as vibrant as the general background of the establishment beyond, and it didn't smell half-bad, either, especially for a restroom where people tend to do dirty business of some sort.
It was not long before Athena continued where the spell allowed her to leave off, her face coming desperately close to his crotch as she quickly went for the loose-hanging belt around his pants. A reminder that this was her mind and body acting at completely different spectrums.
Though it felt kinda wrong to let this go down, all thanks to the Valentine spell, Ash was never exactly one to do the right thing. Love was love, even if it was artificial, and from the stiffening mass going on in his pants, he was going to enjoy the hell out of this.
As soon as Ash's cock sprung free from his trousers, approximately half a second from that exact moment, Athena shoveled as much of it into her mouth as she realistically could on the first go, and emitted a strong moan that vibrated her lips on his shaft. The artificial lust within her had her enjoying the member like a drug, and that drug left her a bit of a slave to Ash's dick.
The suction was intense from the first seconds, and the plunging force of Athena's mouth alongside her bobbling head combined to something that was able to humble Ash so quickly as he let out quite the thankful shudder. For sure, that mouth was talented in more than just singing...
Ash's legs almost collapsed in on themselves with the vibrant pleasure fueled in his loins, and he was finding it hard to stand still – his hips, however, couldn't get enough and attempted to thrust so much further into Athena's mouth that she took pretty much all of him at a point. Despite coming so damn close to choking on it, Athena was fueled with the lust that couldn't let her quit, and the enchanted girl was probably willing to die on the cock.
The thrusts that emitted a strong slapping sound between the base of his crotch and Athena's lips, combined with his right hand pushing down on the back of her head whilst grooming her glorious purple hair, drove Ash closer and closer to maddening heights of pleasure, and there was no telling when he was going to bust if he let her continue at the insane pace she was maintaining quite well. Again, the spell likely gave Athena the adrenaline she needed to make this a true trip to oral bliss.
"Ahh... ffuuuck..." Even had a point of bursting with all of his passionate might, and before he reached it, he kinda had to force Athena off of him for a moment as his sexually-gratifying high had to be given a bit of a cool-down.
His cock throbbed with the potential of a white, sticky leakage emerging soon after, but that leakage hadn't yet surfaced as he caught his breath for a little bit. "No... not yet..." panted. "I think I'd like to enjoy a bit more of you before I cum just yet."
Athena complied to the blowjob's halting, handling it quite well as she intended to understand and follow every one of her lover's demands. She was kneeling at the moment that she stopped sucking down on him, and simply flopped down on her back, on the bathroom floor. Her legs spread to welcome her 'lover', her panties flashing slightly beneath her fairly short schoolgirl's skirt.
Ash's cock strengthened slightly at the prospect of getting to lay the pipe within the entranced Psycho Soldier, and he tore Athena's intimate belongings off of her body under the surprising sharpness of his black nails, before quickly began to test the endurance of her welcoming pussy with his middle finger pushing slowly into her entrance. It was fairly tight just on the finger alone, but two fingers, his ring and middle, did much more wonder for the magical girl, who worked up some sweat as she panted accordingly. Seeing what the spell had made her become in these past moments, it was clear she crawled so far away from her purity, although that purity was honestly gone from the moment she succumbed to the witchcraft.
For a good while, Ash pumped those fingers into young Asamiya's tight vagina with enough enforcement to get her yelping with pleasure again and again, while intending to avoid letting his nails scratch her from the inside. Eventually, those fingers dove knuckle deep into Athena and traded the long thrusts with rapid fondling as the smacking and squishing intensified in speed, eventually bringing her on the brink of an orgasm.
Athena shrieked in ecstasy as she reeled her head back, and her pussy squirted with fluids that reached surprising heights, her clear juices flinging across the air above the two before raining down quite a bit. Ash wound up catching a bit on his face, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurd power of the squirting orgasm coming from his lust-bound subject.
"A screamer and a squirter? You are just the most precious gift, aren't you" As he chuckled cockily, Ash's penis beckoned for penetration. "No use just to leave you without your reward..."
He aimed precisely and impaled directly into Athena's pink flower, letting out a smiling moan as he hilted halfway into her before stopping to take in the true tightness of her. His hands lingered happily across Athena's well-fit legs as he let out the deepest of breaths – if he went straight into thrusting deep within her, there was a slim chance he was to cum pretty quickly, since the whole 'fingering her until she squirted' moment left his cock surprisingly vulnerable to a squirting of its own. He wouldn't want that – he wanted to enjoy this as much as possible.
After half a minute of relaxation, Ash burrowed deeper into Athena's fantastic flower with a delicate ease, sliding in very slowly to let her enjoy every entering inch. She welcomed that so very much, unable to help herself but to enjoy the grand sex as the emotion-bending spell requested, and he slowly began to thrust in the traditional-yet-incredible missionary position, his cock providing maybe more of a warmth than his green flames likely ever would.
He allowed her legs to wrap nicely around his body, locking them both into the embrace with no holding back to the strong (albeit indirectly assisted) bond linking their sexes together. Away Ash went, going to town on Athena's plump pussy with a rhythmic showcase of his hips' gyrating motions; his balls smacked delicately against her taint with the sounds of a light slapping, as the flesh came together again and again and again, bringing a beat of love to the scene that evolved into impure sex.
The rhythm was amplified to more than double in Athena's mind – the spell had entirely melted away the innocent spirit within her, and she was so eager to take so much more that she started wriggling her waist ahead to try and thrust even more of the pyrokinetic's cock into her wetness.
The sex escalated slightly in both the speed and the deepening thickness of Ash's thrusts, as he took the Psycho Soldier's begging swivels to mind – for what he intended to be the only time he would partake in penetrating the goddess-descendant's forbidden fruit, it seemed like she wanted this to be perhaps the best fuck she could. Not that he was complaining all that much about it, but as with a candle that burns twice as bright but half as long, such intense fuckery could bring him closer to a climax much quicker than anticipated.
Regardless, Ash let his hands press against and pin Athena's wrists against the bathroom floor (though probably a little painful for her with one hand being pinned down mostly by the enchanted stone), and the two engaged in another kiss as his thrusts became almost automatic in its speed and rhythmic efficiency.
Eventually, at some point in this extraordinary session, Athena seemed to succumb to another orgasm – though not as loud a scream as her first passionate climax, her drenched pussy emitting further squirts combined with Ash's maddening thrusts made quite a literal splash between the two, as the juices ejaculating out from Athena's slit caused some clear stains on Ash's red attire – he didn't mind a bit, as he was in too deep to bother with petty issues such as that.
What he was unable to ignore, though, was the increasing tightness wrapping around his cock as his gyrations continued further. The friction was starting to get to him, and his inevitable unloading seemed to be drawing near. Crimson's first idea for dealing with his upcoming climax was to simply release it completely inside Athena's warm pussy, as he almost considered the hotness of seeing the hot creampie drip out of her slowly. However, given the girl's celebrity status, he probably would've rather not gotten into even hotter water than he may as well have been right now, and as he wasn't expecting to actually fuck anything today, he didn't have anything to prevent straight-up impregnating her
"Not worth the risk," he thought. "Not at all."
His second idea was much more reasonable for the situation, in terms of avoiding truly horrific repercussions in the long-term. Considering the spellbound lust slave before him had treated him to quite the suck, a head-giving worthy of a porn star, she absolutely deserved the orgasmic finale of a porn star.
Before his fluids could reach the base of his penis, Ash had separated his member from the loving grasp of Athena's pussy – the lust-craving mind-slave looked initially disappointed, but given the spell's demand for her to obey whatever needed, she got over it almost immediately.
"On your knees, s'il vous plaît..." he demanded, allowing the girl to get up to her knees before him. His cock was handled with slight faps in his right hand, and his shafting grip intensified as he saw Athena stick her tongue out and smile up in anticipation. She knew (rather unconsciously) what was cumming, and he was more than ready to give it to her.
Globs of white cum ensued afterwards, exploding onto a whole lot more than just the magical fighter's tongue as she welcomed it fully. Ash's cock throbbed erratically as the fluids were unleashed, and his partially-hidden moans rung out throughout the bathroom, sounding unsurprisingly feminine in tone – almost to the level of Athena's audible expressions of passionate pleasure in the earlier moments of the session. Once again, Ash's legs seemed almost ready to give out under himself as the spurts of cum reached past 10 in the amount and neared 20 white, globby squirts. His built-up frustration in the midst of the holiday were more than clear, and by the time the splatters started to fizzle out, Athena's face, some of her upper body, and some of the floor and wall behind and below her, were mostly painted with the white stuff.
The blood that rushed to Ash's cock throughout had slowly started to deflate from it as he leaned hard against the door, well-spent on his stamina and in short a fairly sweaty mess all-around.
Athena swallowed the amount of cum that laid around her mouth and on her tongue, choking it down with ease and greeting the 'lover' with a clean tongue stuck out for him. Quite a precious look for her, even if impure and completely spell-persuaded.
Ash's eyes again met to the stone that never left his left hand. He even kissed it to express his true gratitude to the object, and indirectly to the witch that enchanted it to begin with. "I fucking love this, so much," he said to himself. His focus then completely jumped to his cum-drenched partner, as he caressed Athena's hair with the care of a pet. "Sit pretty for me, okay, petit? I've had my fun – and I've got someone to meet up with..."
The door eventually closed shut as he departed from the scene...
The stone was brought down with some force upon its return to Ash's table, as his work was done.
Ninon was unflinching to the slamming noise that occurred before her, as she looked up with that dispassionate face of hers. "So the test was a success then?"
Ash leaned against the table, looking quite accomplished for himself. He was still a bit short of breath at the moment, relatively fresh out of the afterglow. "A success and then some, I'd say."
"I assumed as much..." Ninon deduced this from the fairly messy look of the French enigma at the moment, from his disheveled hair to his squirt-stained stomach and crotch. "I suppose I don't need to make any further adjustments..."
"Yeah, you better not; your little rock of love has made my day." Ash surely deserved a moment of relaxation after such vigorous intercourse a couple minutes before, and he nearly collapsed as he sat down – not before moving his seat a little closer to the young witch's, of course. "If there was any criticism I could give – maybe makes them a little bit too feisty, but if anything, that's half the fun of it."
"Depends on what your definition of fun is," Ninon replied. "Regardless, my thanks to you for your volunteer work in my craft." She started to get up, bringing her black parasol back around her shoulder. "I suppose I should head off before I outstay my welcome here..."
She was halted, however, as she felt Ash grab her by the wrist. She glanced back without much of a shift in emotion on her face, although she did seem vaguely annoyed by the halt in her way out.
Ash was smiling with such a thankful relief towards the witch. "Petite sorcière – I should be thanking you; for someone who stands out as so dark, I'll admit you were the light I needed."
"Trust me, you wouldn't see much of any light within me..." Again, Ninon started to make her leave – but the brief crashing of a chair toppling over as Ash sprung back up and, after nearly tripping over said chair, met up close with her, even though he technically towered over her a bit
"I could kiss you, right now," he said. "I may be spent, but I feel like I got my womanizing juices flowing just a little bit more than usual for today."
"I'm well experienced in combative magic as well – I'd rather you not."
Ash completely and casually sidestepped the hidden threat of Ninon. "Well worth the risk at this point."
It was unsurprisingly like Crimson to be grateful for the boost in his quote 'sex life' – he pressed his lips against her forehead longingly, and although it was partially obscured, you could recognize a slight more of a negative shift on Ninon's face, like a balloon of dark magic potentially ready to explode.
The audible creak of the cafe's front door, however, suddenly made things take a bit of a turn towards the awkward.
"Ash...?"
Ash and Ninon both glanced towards the door – the pale witch was quite blank in her stare, unsurprisingly, while the Frenchman looked a little caught off-guard, once he recognized the vaguely blue hair of the person that just arrived. He looked about right to be so surprised, too, as he realized the presence of (an incredibly late) Elisabeth before him, when he least expected it.
Thankfully, there was no fuel for anger – rather, straight out of the gate, Betty was simply looking for answers about what she was seeing right now. "Pardon me for asking... but what's going on here? Who is that young lady?"
Ash would rarely seem so hesitant to answer anything, but with the witch on one side and the incorruptible noblewoman on another, he was kind of in an awkward situation. "Uh... it's kind of a complicated story. If anything, I'm wondering more about you."
Elisabeth almost didn't want to talk about her struggles. "Ugh... this polar vortex is a frozen hell altogether." Reasonable given the rough winter temperatures, and was at least somewhat prepared if the coat and scarf meant anything. "Besides, I had to deal with someone following me around – something about her sister wandering off..."
The situation escalated slightly more as things started to sound a little more cacophonic. "Ninon! There you are!" A young girl in a fluffy parka with more of a thicker shade of pink than her similarly colored hair emerged through the door and joined side to side with Elisabeth. Given the growing exasperation on the noblewoman's face, this was the 'someone' she was talking about.
Ninon groaned, sharing the frustration with Betty. "Ugh, Mignon..."
"Don't 'ugh' me!" The girl apparently known as Mignon expressed a faux-authoritive tone towards her sister. "You aren't supposed to wander off! And who's that creepo!?"
"Ugh, please..." Elisabeth nearly face-palmed. "Already this whole situation's going to utter shit. Ash, I hope to God you have an idea to salvage the migraine I'm getting from all of this..."
The platinum-blonde had honestly fuck-all to say to this whole situation, with the two witch sisters and his horrifically late-on-arrival friend. Combined with his getting his piece wet not long before this, it was a weird string of events going about.
Eventually, Ash decided to grab the enchanted stone that laid on the table, and it glowed with slightly more force once it was held in his palm, as it was presented front and center. "Joyeuse Saint Valentin?"