Ladies and gentlemen, here is another chapter of "The Queen's Game (Momo's Arc) Part II." As a warning, the chapter contains maledom and implied rape. If this isn't your cup of tea, please refrain from reading. Stay tuned!
The ceiling light was covered with some kind of purple cloth to keep it dim. That was Momo's first observation as she shut the door. Aromatherapy candles lit the room, as in lighting and as in scent. Her nose sensed it to be honeydew. It gave her warmth. It reminded the brunette on warm, fresh baked cookies that her grandmother used to make. Amazing how the brain can trigger the past. It was also amazing to the brain to allow this session to remind her of her candid past. She was fortunate that her grandmother was no longer among the living.
What would her Obaa-san think that her daughter and her granddaughter were visiting a boy for a rendezvous? Momo was fortunate that an answer won't have to come.
"Welcome." Izuku was very professional. Surprisingly, Izuku wasn't wearing attire that was appealing to the eye. He wore his basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt. It was like he should be getting ready to play a sport instead of having a rendezvous with her. Izuku laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I can tell that you are nervous, Yaoyorozu-san. Don't be!" He sat on his bed. He cracked his knuckles as he took deep breaths. To Momo, why should he be nervous? This should be natural to the emerald-haired child. She paused, trying not to past judgment, reminding of the mother who was condoning this outside those walls.
Izuku pursed his lips. "The quiet, intuitive type, I presume." Izuku stood up and walked toward his desk. He hummed an unfamiliar tune as he looked at his cell phone. "According to mother, you wanted the standard package with the extended stay. Is that correct?"
Momo didn't answer but nodded to confirm.
He turned off his phone, returning to the desk. "Common for a first timer. I promise that it will be harmless." He paced back and forth in the room. "So, femdom, maledom, or even vanilla?"
"Huh?"
"I am asking if you want to dominate me or dominate you?" He began to smile. "Or plain even vanilla in which it can be easy as it can be." He looked at her. "Don't worry, Yaoyorozu-chan. Whatever we do doesn't reflect what happens outside of here. This is your domain and I am here to honor it."
As much as she wanted to be stagnant, she decided to have a seat on his bed. Izuku was certain that she wasn't going anywhere. "Would you care for some tea?"
"You serve tea in here?"
Izuku nodded. "Clients sometimes want to relax. Feel casual before wanting to perform." He went to the window where a makeshift bar was built. There was a coffee maker where he poured water into the pot. "The electric kettle is on the fritz, but don't worry, I will have tea coming up. Oolong or black? Oolong tends to be the people's favorite."
"Oolong, please."
Izuku gave another smile to Momo. "Right away."
Momo watched how delicate he was to making tea. This kind of delicacy she only saw in tea making classes. She doubted that he ever involved himself in those kinds of class. For it was part of the privilege. Only way he could have obtained those skills was through watching or he was taught. She didn't think further as she saw Izuku poured the water into the cup.
"Here's your tea, Yaoyorozu-chan." Momo thanked Izuku as she was handed her teacup. Allowing it to cool with her lips first, she then took a sip. She never tasted tea that was tasty. "It's delicious," she said as she raised her voice. "I haven't drunk tea like this since...ever."
Izuku sat his back on the wall on his bed. "Thank you. I was actually taught how to make tea to the client's liking."
"Who? May I ask?"
"Classified, I am afraid. One of the most important rules of our services. Confidentiality is key here," said Izuku matter-of-factly.
"I understand," said Momo as she continued to sip her tea. "Is sex all you offer?"
Izuku shook his head in disagreement. "Nah! Not always. Clients vary based on needs and wants."
"Needs and wants?"
"Right." Izuku crossed his legs so he could see Momo. "Every client varies. So want basically sex. Some want to be wined and dined. Others just want to simply talk." He sighed pleasurably. "Some want rough, sadistic type sex. Either I do it or they do it. Crossdress, femdom, anal, it just vary."
Momo blushed, somewhat hesitant to ask this personal question. "Are your clients exclusively girls?"
Izuku put his finger to his lip, depending on whether or not to give that answer. "My preference is women. I would prefer only women. Older women are my biggest clientele. I do have girls your age that come to see me." He pointed his finger at her. "However, I have men included in my packages when the woman requests a threesome. And let's just say that it is more than it meets the eye." He winked at her. "Aside from that, money isn't gay or straight. I will get it by any means." He lowered his voice. "Of course, my mother gets a portion of my funds. She is also my Mama-san."
"Can I ask you another question," asked Momo.
"Sure. I mean, you are on the clock, so we have all night," replied Izuku.
"Do you find it strange to do this task," she asked cautiously. "Do you understand what you are doing with yourself? I mean, you are selling your body."
Izuku observed Momo. His face didn't give any expression of disdain or disgust. Izuku scooted forward and turned to Momo. "We are all paying a price at something. Be as it was going to school to become Pro Heroes or working for something to achieve. Everything cost." He reached for her chin, rubbing it affectionately. "If that were the case, why are you here? You must find me fascinating in some way."
Momo was taken aback. She blushed as she felt the warmth coming on her body. She was turning beet red, embarrassed for even mentioning the question.
"You must have some kind of curiosity about this," he pursed his lips. "Or else, you would have never known the code of coming here."
Momo swallowed the lump in her throat. She thought when she discovered Izuku with Midnight. Then, when Midnight stimulated her vagina. Lingering thoughts of her newfound curiosity was getting to her. Even as Izuku was getting closer to her, she was becoming excited.
"Glad to see that herbal tea has calmed you down a touch." Izuku gave a Cheshire Cat grin. He approached Momo with confidence. He pulled off her sweatshirt. She tried resisting but the effects of the tea were growing, make her feel heavy. Izuku was pleased. "Relax, buttercup. I didn't poison you. I didn't drug you. Yet, these herbs have been compared to giving you psychedelic effects. Might as well relax." He blew into her ear, biting on it.
He sat up from the bed and made his way to the bar. He reached for a bucket and put some ice in an empty glass. He poured a bottle of whiskey and filled it to the brim. His drink was made and he returned back to his post.
"I am going to tell you a little story, my dear Momo-chan. Have you ever heard of the term, Nephilim?"
Momo was familiar with the word. There were supposed to be fallen angels that descended to Earth after their sinful encounters with human women. She studied the subject from her religious studies class at her community college that she attended to earn college credit. "I know about the term," she said, "But what is your point?"
"Fallen angels are something else, are they? They were once angels. They were servants of the almighty God. They were the giants of our world. The consequences of us abiding in such a lustrous sin."
This was a side of Izuku she had never seen. This wasn't the happy-go-lucky classmate she saw and tutored in the past. And now he was giving her a lecture? Where was he going with this?
"I think I am a descendant of a Nephilim. Granted I am short, but I think I have ancestors involved in what they did. Think about it, Momo." It was the first time to drop honorifics. "These angels were tired of living such a lackluster life abiding through a law that forbade any source of pleasure. Can you imagine the angels getting excited by the sight of a beautiful woman in front of them? I would like to imagine you as the woman bathing naked in the lake. The water dripping down your stomach to your lovely pussy. Your nipples are erected from the cool, chilly water. If I were an angel, I would have pounced on you in heartbeat."
Izuku chuckled while he took out an ice cube. He let it hang over Momo as it dripped onto her bare chest. She flinched when feeling its cold wetness. "Do you feel that," he asked. "Do you feel that forbidden pleasure dripping all over you. Making you feel strange? Making you feel some kind of way?"
Momo refused to speak. She may be in this predicament. Nevertheless, she was too dignified to give him a response.
For a moment, she wondered how her mother took it?
"Silent," asked Izuku. "I see. You play the hidden, silent gnome, my dear. But you must know, even gnomes get in the mood." He put the ice cube around her nipple. He encircled it while Momo flinched. "Shh! Stand still and let me work my magic. Does it make you feel good? Tell me how you are feeling. Are you feeling your lust? Are you feeling that sin?"
"No," Momo protested. Izuku rubbed the ice cube as she felt its sensation. Her nipples became erect. Suddenly, she felt a pinch with the other nipple. It was Izuku massaging it with her fingers. She let out a small moan.
"Did you just moan," he asked with laughter.
"No,"s he faintly said.
"Liar," he said sharply as he applied pressure of the ice cube. Momo emitted another light moan. "There! I knew you were lying! It was very cute. It almost sounded like you are getting wet."
"I am not wet," said Momo.
"Not now, you aren't. Now tell me the truth, does it feel good." Izuku created a trinity as he nibbled on her ear. His tongue gripped on the ear as he licked the earlobe. "Oh my God, I can feel your body tense up. I know you are lying right now."
Momo was feeling the pleasure, but too prideful to admit it. She refused to let Izuku know that she was feeling strongly aroused by his triple attack. The liquid of the ice dribbled down to her stomach and created a small reservoir around her skirt. That contact created her arousal.
Izuku laid her down to the bed. He didn't hesitate as he pulled down her skirt. Izuku awed at her body. The kind of body that let him know that she was active in aerobics. Her legs were built, giving him an arousal. He smelled her womanhood as he pulled down her panties. He licked his lips, seeing the small prickle of hair around her pussy.
"Now, let me continue the story," he said as he reached for her pussy. He spat on his finger to give it some lubrication. Momo felt its wetness around her pussy as he massaged the labia. He glided from the labia to the clit. He took his time and paced himself to ensure that she wouldn't immediately climax. "An angel who has free will can no longer withstand the forbidden pleasures of a woman. He will go down to Earth and release all of that tension of the girl. I can imagine her smile as she grits her teeth. Her bare flesh rubbing in the dirt. She is gripping his wet back and grabbing his bare ass to participate in such a sin. He screams out as he busts his hot load inside of the girl. She is hypnotized by the semen gushing out of her throbbing pussy. What a wonderful sight, my dear."
Momo felt she was approaching climax, but he stopped, leaving her pussy in a confused state. "Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven is what I believe. Why live in a world that has such subservient rules? Why serve a living god that forbid such worldly pleasures, especially if he was responsible for making those things."
"Please, stop," screamed Momo.
"No, I won't," said Izuku as he returned to thrusting his fingers in her pussy. "I want this, my little Momo," said Izuku as he thrust his tongue inside of her ear. "I want you to enjoy this."
Momo became limp by the feeling of Izuku's 'affection'. He used his hands to wrap around Momo's waist. He grabbed her body and situated it around his lap. "There, you are within my reach," said Izuku.
As much Momo wanted to protest, the exploration of these new experiences felt good. What Izuku was doing was beyond description to what Kayama-sensei and her own hand have done. The way he stroked his fingers, the way he thrust his tongue in-and-out of his ear, and the lewd sound produced by his soft hand. She knew that she was close and had no other choice, but to accept the pleasure.
Without warning, Momo climaxed and the juices splattered on herself and parts of the bed. Izuku kept a firm grip on her, ensuring that she would feel each and every sensation to the end. He continued to finger-fuck her pussy through her climax, almost to the path that it ceased feeling pleasurable for her. She remained silent. Upset that she submitted to Izuku's pleasure.
"Did it feel good, my little Momo," he asked. Momo remained quiet until she felt his teeth gnawing on her ear. "Did it feel good, my little Momo?"
"Yes," she said. She wanted to cry. This was what she didn't sign for. Momo pushed Izuku to the side. She grabbed what she could and ran out of the bedroom, leaving Izuku alone in its wake.
Another shadow appeared in the mist. Standing in the front of the door was the approving face of his mother. Her arms were folded, nodding to the accomplishment of Izuku's doing.
"Well, well, well." Inko entered the room. She was careful to not step on Momo's ejaculate. "Our fair and mild girl was a squirter? I will have to say, son. You know how to please women."
Izuku didn't answer. He sat down on the bed. His smile faded and reverted to his usual demeanor.
Inko fixed her lips. "Don't be mad, sweetie. You were following orders. You were following her desires."
Izuku began to produce tears. "Okaa-san, that wasn't on her plan of service. She wanted simply vanilla." He slapped his thigh. "Okaa-san, this is Momo! A dear acquaintance, a good girl."
Inko approached her son, slowly tilting his chin. "A woman like any other woman. A woman who craves passion and desire." He handed her a piece of paper, which specified their types of services. "Look familiar?"
There was a mark at the box where it was erased. Maledom/forced sex roleplay were her options. He pushed the paper back. "Okaa-san, she probably put it on by accident."
Inko pressed her body closer. "Look at me, sweetheart. No person marks something by accident. Her heart knew what she wanted. But her brain did her thinking instead." She kissed his forehead. "She will be back." She produced a haughty laugh. "They always come back, darling."
He crossed his arms. "Momo-chan is different, mother. She isn't like that."
Izuku felt his mother pushing him to the bed. "Dear, understand this now! All women crave what's in front of you." She held his dick. "This tool here is your birthright. It always kept women in their place. It neutralizes anything within. Even lesbians bow down to the almighty dick." Izuku hissed by his mother's touch. "Deep down in your heart, a carnal beast reigns." She got to her knees and spat on his dick. "We need to get your brain back on track." She kissed the phallus. "Let me finish you off. We have another client on standby since tonight's client made a premature departure."
Momo stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but her oversized pink long t-shirt. She wanted nothing to constrict her since her encounter with Izuku. It was about a few minutes after midnight as she headed to the living room.
There weren't any messages on her home phone as she passed by the mantle. She saw that her mother left her a few dollars to grab something to eat. As of now, she wasn't hungry or in the mood to get whatever the hypocrite offered her.
She jumped on the couch. She pulled the remote from the console to turn on the television. As she was flipping through the channels, she could still picture what Izuku did to her. She bit her lip as she tried to distract the thought.
"Silent," asked Izuku. "I see. You play the hidden, silent gnome, my dear. But you must know, even gnomes get in the mood." He put the ice cube around her nipple. He encircled it while Momo flinched. "Shh! Stand still and let me work my magic. Does it make you feel good? Tell me how you are feeling. Are you feeling your lust? Are you feeling that sin?"
She removed the rubber band from her hair and placed it down on the floor. She turned on her back. She was looking at the ceiling.
Momo was feeling the pleasure, but too prideful to admit it. She refused to let Izuku know that she was feeling strongly aroused by his triple attack. The liquid of the ice dribbled down to her stomach and created a small reservoir around her skirt. That contact created her arousal.
She couldn't report it to anyone, especially for the fact that she got herself involved in this. How could she go back to school to face Kayama-sensei? It was here that led her to Izuku.
"Liar," he said sharply as he applied pressure of the ice cube. Momo emitted another light moan. "There! I knew you were lying! It was very cute. It almost sounded like you are getting wet.
Cute! Cute! Cute!
Momo's breath began laboring. She shouldn't be feeling this way. Why was she feeling some kind of way about her encounter with Izuku? She turned her stomach to the couch and tried to shut her eyes. No matter what she did or what she felt, Izuku never left her mind.
To be continued….