A/N: Didn't plan to have two Halloween-themed Blue Archive fics in a row, but I hope folks won't mind~
Today's dish is a (creamed) serving of Iori~
I do hope you enjoy~
Closet Rendezvous
With Halloween nearing, Sensei decided to host a dress-up party at SCHALE.
It wasn't a huge thing, just him and a couple dozen of his students occupying one of the lower floors. Yuuka and Noa had been kind enough to help out; organising things whilst he took care of ordering the needed items in the first place. Between the three of them they managed to organise the tables, chairs and other amnesties to perfection, leaving the area roomy enough for a party but not so spacious it left it feeling underpopulated.
Now though the party was in full swing, and both girls had also swapped into their own costumes – a classic vampire for Yuuka and a mummy for Noa, which was made extra embarrassing by the fact she was basically dressed only in tattered white bandages – supposedly with nothing underneath. He kept his hands to himself just to be sure he didn't accidentally grope her, which he suspected might've been her hope, judging by her pout. Crafty girl.
For now though Sensei was just enjoying the fruits of his labour. Cosied up in the corner of the room by an open window he sipped on some orange soda, his gaze either on the cool night outside watching the skyworks ripple across the black canvas... or, alternatively, eyeing up his students.
His many beautiful students. Never let it be said he was a man of great restraint and professionalism. How could he, when surrounded by his attractive students in all manner of garments, from Iroha in a black dress with a fake knife in her chest to Hibiki with her elaborate Frankenstein-style suit, her clothes torn and her fair skin painted a dull green with sutures all over. Some of them were more revealing though like Noa's mummy costume, Hina's low-cut dress that showed off a lot of thigh – or Iori.
Just thinking of his chocolate-skinned student drew his gaze over to her. She wasn't far away, currently hovering near Hina as the shorter girl discussed matters with Hoshino from Abydos, looking quite bored as she listened to the two Student Council Presidents chat. Compared to many others her outfit was one of the more showy ones, the black dress she wore showing her back and shoulders plentifully, whilst her arms were covered up to her biceps in black arm-length gloves. The dress itself covered her breasts modestly but was rather shortly cut, reaching her thighs and no further, incidentally showing off her ass when she bent over. A fact she seemed cognizant of, constantly holding the back of it down when she leaned forwards, her tail often hanging limp just so it didn't hike it up more.
As if sensing his gaze though she glanced his way, her bored gaze shifting into a glare. He smiled back and raised his can of soda, prompting Iori to scowl. She glanced at Hina, then at him, then with a murmur to her comrade she marched her way over to him.
''Iori.'' Sensei smiled, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes.
''Don't gimme that.'' She groused, stopping at the table next to him and grabbing a chocolate ball – unwrapping the tinfoil covering it before popping it into her mouth. ''Pervert.''
''I've not done anything.'' He defended himself lightly, sipping his drink pointedly.
Iori couldn't immediately respond with her mouth full but she still sent him an annoyed glare regardless. Once her chocolate treat was swallowed, she spoke. ''Like hell you haven't.''
''I'm just admiring my student's outfits is all.'' Came his tame reply.
One that just incensed her more. However she had the sense to not chew him out during such an occasion, especially in front of her peers... which was probably why she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the door. By chance Izuna and Michiru had cheered and drew most eyes in the room over to them, the pair chattering rapidly about ninjutsu to a flustered Nonomi – allowing both Sensei and Iori to slip out of the room undetected.
In contrast to the warmly-lit party room the corridor outside was cold and dull, the heating off and the lights overhead a sterile white. Nonetheless Iori kept pulling him along by the wrist to the end of the corridor, opening a closet door and shoving him inside. Entirely unconcerned Sensei obliged, still sipping his soda until he had drained it dry, prompting him to politely put it on a nearby shelf – his nonchalance clearly irritating Iori further. Which, if anything, just made her cuter. An angry Iori was a cute one.
With the door closed the noise from the party was muted significantly, leaving just a quiet din in the dim; moonlight peeling in through the sole window to his left, narrow and rectangular. ''So, any reason you've pulled me into-''
''You were perving on Hina weren't you.'' Iori claimed, hands coming to rest on her hips. ''And that Nonomi girl too – don't think I didn't see you staring at her tits.''
''I wasn't though...?''
''Don't lie.'' Iori hissed. ''Your pants are so tight I could see it the whole time you were looking at them!''
This time his confusion was more genuine. ''I... really wasn't, Iori?''
Unconvinced Iori huffed – and to his surprise fell to her knees. Her lithe fingers undid his belt in record time and pulled it loose, a quick tug all that was needed to unzip his pants and drop them to his ankles. The plain white boxers he wore underneath lasted only a second before she unbuttoned the front and his dick flopped out... pretty much soft.
However Iori grasped it, her lithe fingers tugging it. Sensei pursed his lips but a soft groan escaped all the same, pleasure shuddering up his spine as his student toyed with his dick, her angry expression only making her look hotter in that moment. Perhaps because of it her quick strokes got him erect fast, much to Iori's delight – her lips curling up and her eyes narrowing with smug, knowing approval.
''See? Told you.'' Iori snarked, letting go of his dick and staring at his pulsating girth. ''You damn pervert.''
''...Iori, are you wanting to do it and are just too shy to ask-?''
''L-Like hell I'd wanna do it!'' The Succubus before him stammered, cheeks red. ''Shut up! I'm just making sure you won't do anything to the other students, that's all!''
Anything Sensei wanted to say devolved into a surprised grunt as Iori licked his tip – and then took him into her mouth. Her slender lips grazed down his shaft halfway before pursing snugly; a firm suck carrying her back up to the very tip. She descended nary a moment later, tongue slithering under his cock and guiding him into her mouth easier, her teeth kept out of the way but her lips not; every firm suck sending shudders of enthralment racing up his spine.
Pushing his back against the shelves behind him Sensei groaned; clutching onto them as he watched his student give him a blowjob. Iori glared up at him, her white fringe falling over her eyes at times before she brushed it aside with a hand, her glare not wilting even with her lips firmly around his shaft. Saliva drooled down his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth only for the wet beads to be smeared in by her lips.
From above though he got a cheeky look down her dress; his gaze tracing a bead of spit that landed on her left tit as it dribbled down between her boobs. Iori no doubt noticed, judging by her sharp suck, but punishing him with pleasure was hardly a way to disincentivize him. Nor did her outfit do much to dissuade his growing lust; vividly recalling the nice looks at her ass he got, the slenderness of her legs, the hot scowl on her face.
All of which coaxed a groan from his lips. ''Mn, Iori, keep sucking...''
A muffled grumble came from his student and she popped his lips off of his dick, jerking him off. ''Don't tell me what to do.''
And then he was back in her mouth. Her lips grazed deep down to near the base before she sucked up halfway, bobbing her head in shorter but faster motions that took the breath from his lungs, his lips pursing as he endured the quicksilver sucks. Sucks that rapidly transformed into wetter, sloppier slurps, her left hand grasping onto his hip whilst her right dropped under her dress – cloth quietly tucked to one side before Iori groaned around his dick.
She was getting off to blowing him, he realised; the thought only fuelling the trembling need climbing his cock. Releasing a shaky breath the Commander laid his right hand on her head and pulled her into his crotch. She grumbled around his cock but dutifully continued blowing him, her lips like a soft caress around his cock as she slid back and forth whilst her free hand shifted down to the base of his cock, holding it steady as she slurped the rest of it.
Tangling his fingers into her hair he pulled her down more, his breathing short and hard, his lungs struggling to take in more – and he hissed as she deep-throated him. Iori gagged and pulled back quickly but a nudge from his hand was all that was needed to compel her back down, her wet grunt raspy as she choked on his dick. Her sticky fingers withdrew from her nether regions and clutched onto his thigh instead, her other soon joining it as she shoved herself into his crotch, nose against the smooth fabric of his boxers, her lips enveloping him completely and leaving him pulsing at the back of her throat-!
''Shi- mn!'' Until at last he came, tugging her hair as he busted down her throat.
Iori shoved herself into her crotch of her own volition, deep-throating his dick and shuddering as she swallowed his load – slow, pronounced gulps reaching his ears. His muscles were drawn taut and he couldn't twitch even a finger, locked up stiff as he nutted, and it was only when his orgasm began to ease off that he gained any semblance of mobility back.
Uncurling his fingers he released her hair, exhaling as Iori pulled back, his dick slipping out of her mouth. She cupped a palm under her chin to catch some cum dribbling down her chin and wiped it dry on the carpet, making a face as she gulped down the last of his seed. The erotic sight engrained itself into his mind even as Iori stumbled back to her feet, her fingers toying and tugging on the hem of her devilish dress, pulling it flush to her skin and incidentally pulling it tight against her breasts, emphasising their rounded shape.
''There.'' Iori mumbled, ignoring how heavily she was breathing. ''...you're still hard huh.''
''You don't sound very disappointed.''
''Shut up.'' Came the nigh-reflexive response, a scowl coming from his partner.
Rather than try and defend her obvious want Iori turned and put her hands on the edge of the window frame, her blush prominent as she bent over. Her short black dress hiked up, the frilly trim doing little to hide the black panties she was wearing underneath – panties Sensei pinched and pulled down. Unabashedly he flipped her dress up further as he got behind her, taking the time to appreciate Iori's nice ass, one hand caressing her cheek whilst his other slowly stroked his cock, bringing himself back to full hardness.
Guiding his cock down he rubbed the tip along her petals, parting them playfully and earning an annoyed groan from the succubus before him. Her wire-like tail swished about impatiently but he took the time to tease her just a little more, her wetness erotic against his tip – and then just as Iori went to speak, he pushed in.
''Mn- nnah...'' The tsundere bowed her head, groaning. ''Mng, hurry up, the others will notice we've left soon...''
''You're the one who pulled me away though, so isn't it your fault if that happens?'' Sensei teasingly pointed out.
''Shut- mn!'' A sudden thrust cut her moan off; transforming it into a stifled grunt.
One that easily compelled him to thrust more, his hips rocking steadily at first as he pumped into her. This wasn't their first time together, far from it, so he knew she could handle his dick – but damn if it didn't feel amazing to be back inside of Iori. Her drooling tightness clamped around his dick and his hands found their way onto her hips, steadying his lover as he pumped into her, thrusting deeper and deeper until he was practically balls-deep in her.
His hands though explored more freely; trailing up her sides before suddenly tugging the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Iori made a noise of surprise but anything she wanted to say dissolved into a moan when he grabbed her breasts; though perfect medium-sized boobs fitting into his palms as he kneaded them, squishing with enough force to pleasure but not enough to hurt. In response Iori's tail coiled around his waist and her ass pushed back into his crotch, silently asking for it.
''You know.'' Sensei puffed out, taking a moment to kiss her nape. ''You don't have to act so tsun when it's just us together.''
Iori arched her back as he pecked it too. ''Just get it over with.''
''Iori~'' Sensei sung her name out, tracing circles around her nipples with his thumbs.
A frustrated growl escaped his student. ''Alright fine, I picked this outfit with you in mind! There, happy?''
''Very.'' He pecked her cheek this time. ''I love it when you're honest~''
Iori grumbled some choice words about idiots but otherwise didn't complain; her teeth soon sinking into her bottom lip as she groaned. Leaning back Sensei let his hands return to her sides and picked up the pace, plunging his rock-hard cock into her slippery vice. The snug embrace of her loins felt heavenly, his dick sinking in with minimal resistance but pulling back with a touch more, her insides squeezing him as if begging him to not leave.
A prospect that just made him slam in harder. The sharp clap of his groin against her ass made Iori yelp, the sound partially muffled by the hand she slapped over her mouth but otherwise doing little to dim her moans. Though budding at first they grew in volume, their only saving grace being that the music in the party room would easily muffled anything short of a shout. Sensei though was mindful to keep his voice to himself, only grunts and the scant few groans escaping him, fully aware a wild Hanako could be lurking in the ventilation ducts, eager for some material to tease him over.
Whimsy suddenly rose within him and Sensei obliged it, right hand cupping Iori's jaw and tilting her head his way – enabling him to lean in, stealing an over-the-shoulder kiss. Though the dark-skinned succubus groaned into it she hardly resisted – her right hand grabbing onto his hair to keep the kiss going, in fact. He gladly drew it out, invading her mouth with his tongue and earning an embarrassed moan from his partner, the smouldering heat of her loins clamping tighter around him.
He broke it off first and took a moment to savour Iori's flustered visage, his eyes flickering down to her bare upper-back, a hint of jiggling side-boob present, before his eyes met hers once more. ''Inside?''
Iori shuddered, her heels shifting further apart as she bent over further. ''F-Fine.''
That was all the permission he needed. Kissing her blushing cheek once more Sensei leaned back upright and held onto her hips, fingers pinning her dress flush against them as he yanked her back towards him, burying his dick within her quivering quim. Tight gasps slipped out of Iori despite her best attempts to keep silent, the harsh slap of flesh ringing louder and louder as he accelerated, sacrificing stealth for greater pleasure, his aching cock fitting into her snug, welcoming pussy-!
And then he came. Gasping he jolted his hips forth and spilled his seed into Iori, his tip kissing her cervix and delivering his load into her womb. He pushed her against the window, tits squished into the glass and her cheek flush with it too, fogging the glass with her heavy exhales. Her whole body shook as she came with him, knees nearly touching as they buckled under her own weight, his body really the only thing keeping her upright in that moment.
Sensei twitched, his lips pursing and parting as he tried and failed to catch his breath, tremors making their way through his limbs. The overwhelming sensitivity soon dimmed enough and he was quick to pull out, instantly coaxing a moan out of Iori as she shook; both hands settling on the windowsill just to keep standing.
''Mn...'' One hand brushed up through her fringe, tucking some loose hair from her eyes. ''...I don't think today was a safe day, you know...''
''Ah. Shame that.'' Sensei sheepishly scratched his cheek.
Iori scowled and kicked at him but he caught her foot – his smile becoming a grin as he closed in on her. Instantly her blush darkened as he pushed her up against the window, forcing her to sit on the windowsill and letting him open her legs wide, his cock coming to brush against her weeping womanhood. The implication wasn't lost on her and she swallowed, her internal debate lasting all of a few seconds... before nodding.
He lowered his hips a touch, his tip pushing and rubbing at her entrance, prodding – until Iori grasped the shaft and guided him inside.
''Mn- nn~'' Iori moaned as he sunk into her. ''Crap... I'm still, nn, sensitive...''
''That's fine by me.'' Sensei teased.
Iori gave him an annoyed look – up until he leaned down and kissed her. The lip-lock left her groaning, her eyes fluttering shut as he began pumping into her – slow, rhythmic thrusts sheathing his girth between her petals, the pair of them so sensitive even a little movement was enough to make them tense and twitch. The gratification though kept Sensei moving, his dick ensnared by her slick tightness as he entered her with growing vigour.
His hands soon left her legs and planted on the windowsill itself, pressing himself into Iori – his student lolling her head back with a whine of pleasure. Unable to resist her cute expression he claimed her lips in a kiss, his hips jolting forth in short, quick thrusts, bumping her against the window. The moment he tried to pull his hips back further she wrapped her legs around them, ankles locking behind his ass.
''Nn, you already came in me once, so it's fine, right...?'' Iori murmured against his lips between grunts.
Sensei breathed an agreement, stealing another kiss. It was brief and his gaze soon slipped down her front, watching her beautiful breasts as they jiggled and bounced from their movements. Iori's blush darkened a shade but he just grinned back; his right hand sliding up to grope at her left tit. It fitted perfectly into his hands and from the front he got a lovely view of her chest as he fucked her, the temptuous jiggle only encouraging him to pick up the pace.
Flicking her nipple with his thumb his eyes were drawn to her tail as it slithered down – and a grunt escaped him as it coiled around his tail. Iori's lips curled up into a cocky smirk as she squeezed the base of his cock, the tight, coiling grip threatening to deny him a release if he didn't give her one. Something that hastened his motions further, his cock stuffing into her tight tunnel and soon joined by his left thumb – flicks and rubs making her gasp and groan.
''Crap...!'' Iori pushed her head back against the glass. ''L-Like that...!''
He obliged. Their flesh smacked loudly and his lips met hers in a rough, passionate kiss, her slippery insides smothering his pulsating manhood. His shaft ached, his thighs tensed, the sopping envelopment of her pussy drove him to the edge – when her tail uncoiled, and she gasped.
Her sudden tightness pushed him over the edge, and with a sharp shout Sensei busted his load inside of her – kissing her cervix with his tip as he unloaded a torrent of virility into it. The seizing grip of her pussy guaranteed the risk both were conscious of, their pleasure blinding them to her impregnation as they just held onto one another, jolts and jerks seizing through their bodies as they rode out their orgasms.
Sensei was the first to come to his senses, his forehead resting against her own as they caught their breaths – and with a grunt, he pulled out. ''We probably should get back to the party now...''
''Y-Yeah.'' Iori stumbled to her feet and adjusted her outfit. ''Gimme a few minutes to fix my outfit...''
''As you wish-'' He pecked her cheek. ''Dear.''
The spluttering, stammering response he got was worth the kick to the shin.
[END]
