The blood in Ayano's body split into two opposite directions. The first half ran to her face, causing her to blush hard again, almost sweat. The second half ran to her nether regions when feeling sexual contact for the first time in her life, something that once didn't interest her.
Before meeting her senpai, "sex" was a thing that Ayano didn't really comprehend when it came to people obsessing over it for pleasure. She knew that her peers would meet each other in the bathrooms and partake in a five minute-stand practically every day.
WHY? She would think every time when spying a teen couple slink away in the lavatory in-between classes.
It must be gross. This was her old opinion on humans sharing their bodily fluids with one another. At times it would even make her gag. The most she's had to endure seeing such affection was when she was at home. Ayano was very aware of how obsessed her parents were with each other. At least her MOTHER was the one to show all of the hyper emotions..
And then she met Taro.
Taro was the lone beautiful color in her grey world. After falling in love with him, she was able to understand why humans valued the touch of a fellow being over so many things in life. She understood why a couple would want to connect to the point of merging fluids that she saw as "germs" and "bacteria", and most of all, "gross".
Now Ayano would do anything to connect herself physically with Taro–senpai-.
She wanted to feel sex.
Kyoryoku released Ayano's nipple from his warm mouth and brought his wet tongue over her breast and to her neck. Ayano gasped when she felt the man's teeth bite down on her skin that connected to her shoulder and neck. He didn't bite hard, but the same couldn't be said for when he started to literally SUCK on her.
The sensation was strange. There was the prickling pain of her blood vessels breaking under her skin due to the pressure of Kyoryoku's lips. At first, the girl's eyes squinted and watered in reaction, but then an odd pleasure FOR the pain began to develop in her system. It felt good.
It was a good pain. A damn good pain.
She felt like a vampire was sucking for her precious artery fluid, but this only added to the dark excitement. Kyoryoku took his mouth off of the girl's soft flesh to pull away the glove sitting on his other hand with his teeth. His maw had left a nice red marking on the corner of Ayano's neck and shoulder. But she wouldn't be noticing it until after everything was over. It would also take her a while to comprehend the marking's other meaning. Kyoryoku had literally marked her.
When his second hand was free, he used it to squeeze the girl's right breast firmly that had yet to be touched. Ayano still hadn't moved or even tried putting up another fight. The pleasure from his "love bite" was still lingering in her brain. It almost felt like a high. One that she didn't want to end.
She wanted Kyoryoku to keep going.
This wasn't Taro. Part of her said, but there was a section of her that didn't care.
"Something that your peon of a senpai could never accomplish.." The man's words drove by Ayano's conscience again. The heat in her lower body was amplified when she felt Kyoryoku's fingers trail down her waist and onto her bare thigh. When she thought that he was about to go all the way down her leg, his appendages took an opposite turn and drove back up her inner thigh, passing under her school skirt.
Her pulse was heavy enough to where she could see the middle of her chest barely jump up and down from the force of her beating heart.
Kyoryoku's hand was now completely hidden under the fabric material as his fingers kept traveling up to their destination. He stopped when he came to the top of Ayano's panties right below her hipbone. His index finger curled and hooked onto her panty's waistband. Ayano saw the man sprout a small toothy grin on his face that shot a heavy feeling in the lowest section of her waist. Right in the middle of her most private part did she get such a heavy aching feeling. Only it wasn't awful. No, it wasn't that kind of a pain. It was another good pain.
Ayano never thought there could be so much good pain in a body..She didn't know there could be a good pain in general.
Kyoryoku could sense the confusion in Ayano as this sexual contact was being introduced to her. It made his smirk grow and he began to pull the panty's waistband downwards. Ayano retorted by only breathing in hard, making her chest rise, but as if she had forgotten how to breathe, she failed to release the large breath immediately. She held it in until her head began to feel light, finally forcing her to let go of everything through one gasp. It came out as a partial moan and her face brightened in another shade of scarlet. She felt more embarrassed this time. She had never behaved like this before or experienced anything of the sort.
Little by little, Ayano's most personal parts were exposed to the thick air around the two. The underwear's fabric had brushed against her swollen slit as Kyoryoku pulled them down. It made her legs jolt, wanting to close and squeeze the area tightly. She was unable to hold her stare with the man's silver grey eyes again and she repeated her actions from earlier. She looked away, but his eyes still burned in her vision through her eyelids even when she closed them to hide her growing shyness. They were powerful, they were dominating, they were claiming.
Kyoryoku was amused by the crumbling of her once cold personality. He brought his middle finger to his mouth and softly sucked on it like he was licking away food remnants. He kept doing this until the finger was completely wet.
"You don't think I can make you beg for it? Without even using words?" He suddenly asked the girl below him who was desperately trying everything in her power to resist the enjoyment.
There wasn't much of a warning. Kyoryoku didn't caress her goose bump-covered leg or trail it up her thigh. She just suddenly felt it. His lubricated finger began stroking her swollen throbbing clit. The feeling was like none other. Just a mere brush by the tip of a wet finger had Ayano's body in jitters. She threw her head to the other side with a loud gasp, her eyes closed shut as tight as they would go. She instinctively tried squirming out of the man's control again and when that didn't work, she threw a hand out to try and push him away for she couldn't take his physical touch and remain collective at the same time.
Kyoryoku's free hand grabbed her rebelling one and brought it back to the floor. He stopped for only five seconds at most to wet his index finger now. During the time, Ayano was panting and beginning to sweat under her uniform as it now started to mildly stick on her heated skin. Just when she thought she could retake control over her motor skills, Kyoryoku's fingers returned and started a new pattern in their brush strokes. He drew circles around her slit with both fingers, adding twice as many uncontrollable spasms in her lower muscles. Legs shaking, Ayano finally gave up full control over her vocals and released a series of faint moans in-between her heavy pants.
She had no idea that her body was producing its own lubricant until she felt the man's longest finger enter inside of her smoothly, causing her to lightly yelp from surprise and from the sensation. The very very new sensation..
Kyoryoku now moved in close to her, face inches away from hers as he took out his drenched finger only to slide it back in. Both of them this time. Ayano's bangs stuck to her sweating forehead like glue as the man flashed her another mocking smile. He took his fingers out yet again and blindly drew more perfect circles around her crying slit.
The man had his own throbbing annoyance that he was dealing with and Ayano was unaware of this until he brought his other hand back to unzip his pants. It flipped on another instinct in Ayano that was forever dormant until now.
She wanted more. Her insides wanted more. They wanted to be rammed by something other than just "fingers". Something more powerful..
"Just give in." She heard the man above her speak lowly as if he had just read her mind. He was close enough to where his breath moved her fly-aways from her face.
Legs trembling and snatch dripping, Ayano finally took in a breath that she would spend on actual words this time.
"Y-yess.." She barely got out with her airy voice. Kyoryoku pulled out his fingers and ceased with the teasing torture altogether. This was the word he had been waiting for.
He repositioned himself to where he was in-between her still trembling thighs. His grey eyes burned brightly and he pressed against Ayano's virgin entrance. "Bigger than average" would have been an understatement and Ayano had a drop of second thoughts trickle in her mind, but Kyoryoku delved in, breaking her instantly. This next pain wasn't a good pain at all. In fact, Ayano hated it and gritted her teeth from such discomfort. However, it was quick to melt. The insides that Kyoryoku prepped with his slippery fingers seemed to rejoice in getting their wish.
Much like he did with his fingers, he pulled out and quickly re-entered, giving the girl her first real thrust. The force of his body caused Ayano's breasts to bounce in rhythm. She heard the man let out his own low moans by her ear as he was engulfed by such a wonderful tight slick space. It forced him to remain still for a number of seconds so he didn't lose anything prematurely. Then he started out slow.
"Senpai isn't yours, Ayano. You're MINE!" He whispered authoritatively as his speed picked up. This one sentence alone caused the girl's nether regions to spark a flame of immense pleasure. It traveled fast up her body and crashed into the pit of her stomach only for another fiery wave to resurface and follow the same path with twice the force. And then another.
When Ayano thought she was about to lose control over every portion of her body, Kyoryoku suddenly stopped and pulled out completely, causing the hot waves in Ayano's private areas to extinguish and die away, much to her displeasure. Ayano's hazy mind was yanked back into reality.
Why? She thought, almost frustrated. Why did he stop?
The man was in the process of standing back up when he grabbed Ayano by her shoulders and effortlessly brought her back up with him. He breathed hard through his nostrils as he stared down into the girl's eyes again. There would be no looking away this time. Ayano was dangerously close to kissing the man with how close the two were. She could feel his exposed member that was still harder than what she thought was possible for a human.
Kyoryoku broke the awkward silence and stare by turning the girl around and pushing her up against the wall they were nearby. Ayano panted through her open mouth as the man marveled at her plush ass and squeezed it in the same manner he did with her breasts. She was a prize that he was finally able to enjoy. Every inch.
When he had enough, he lined himself back up again with her entrance and squeezed himself back inside, grunting from the tight space. Ayano's nails scratched on the wall she was practically squished against. Her cheek was feeling the wall's coldness, but this discomfort was easily forgotten about when her waves of flames came back and Kyoryoku wouldn't be stopping this time.
Each of Kyoryoku's thrusts were harder than the last as he fucked her from behind, ramming Ayano's womb to where the fiery waves morphed into one giant tidal wave of infernos and caused a massive eruption. Every muscle in Ayano's body locked up as her orgasm commanded a rattling scream from her lungs and her dry grey world was drowned in an inundation of vibrant colors.
Kyoryoku had taken the liberty of buttoning Ayano's clothes back together as she lay on his bed to recover from moments ago. The man shared his roaring climax right after Ayano's, but he had pulled out and came on his expensive carpet instead of inside her. The last thing he wanted was worries of conception. He had then carried the limp girl to his bed and placed her there before cleaning himself off and replacing his clothes.
What was once a lust-hungry and crazed deviant ten minutes ago was now a formal and professional man once more. It was as if the sexual event had never taken place.
"Come now, dear, do straighten yourself up." He called over to the silent girl who was still lying down and looking up at the ceiling as he slipped on a new pair of gloves.
"I do believe we have a party to attend to."