A Fox Eats a Rabbit
By : Korias
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Summary
Aisha has done a brilliant job protecting Haruhime during her time as a prostitute in Ishtar familia, but Haruhime knows she won't be able to protect her forever; and so Haruhime would at least like to give her first time to someone special, and who just so happens to fall right into her lap? OR: A rabbit meets a very horny fox.
Haruhime's POV
"Would you- uhh… err…" I turned my head away from him, my blush creeping back onto my face. "That is to say… Would you… say… yes if I…" I had to psych myself up to even get the question out, and my face felt like it was on fire; I had no room left to consider what his reaction to my messy stuttering even was. My heart was racing—I felt like I might panic if I didn't just get it over with, and so, "asked you to have sex with me?!" I blurted the rest out far too fast.
When I looked up, I met his eyes and saw him frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open.
I lay on my side on my bed within my quarters in Orario's pleasure district, engrossed in one of the books from my small stack of a dozen or so that I kept by my bedside for the sole purpose of escapism. The tale I was currently reading was rather bawdy and explicit, a stark contrast to the innocent stories of heroes and heroines from the Dungeon Oratoria that I cherished during my childhood. A small copy of said book rested beside the others, carefully kept separate as if to preserve its innocence, even if mine had long been taken away.
Though I had lost my innocence when I was forced into being trained as a prostitute, tasked with serving any man who was sent my way; I had managed to safeguard my purity thus far, even if not my physical hymen. I had grown to dislike most of the members of Ishtar Familia, particularly the amazons, whose perspectives on sex and their bodies couldn't be more different from my own. Many of them showed no sympathy towards me, reveling in their nights spent with numerous partners. Such an idea unsettled me, and I found it uncomfortable how they tried to encourage me to do the same.
The kind of pleasure they sought from sex was something I genuinely did not desire for myself. Despite spending so much time in the pleasure district, I only grew more resolute in my belief. Sex should be shared with someone you love, someone special to you. I was determined to hold onto that last shred of innocence, and fortunately, I had someone else who fought alongside me to preserve my purity: Aisha.
Unfortunately, due to some changes in Aisha's position within Ishtar familia, she won't be able to protect me much longer. I don't know what will happen to me after that. I know that our goddess intends for me to die for the Familia in time, there's nothing I can do to escape that, but I at least hoped I'd never have to give my body to someone I did not love before that day comes. But with no way to leave my job as a prostitute, it seems I won't have a choice.
I returned my attention to my book. Thinking about my situation any longer would just make me feel worse like it always did.
I had reached a rather explicit scene in the book, where the main protagonist offered herself up to her hero. I slipped my hand between the folds of my kimono to rest on my pussy. Whenever I masturbated to one of these stories, I preferred to take it slow. After all, it's always most enjoyable and immersive when I can make myself cum alongside the girl in the tale. I usually do my best to imitate the actions taken with my hand and sometimes a toy, but I've found that if I'm not careful, I'll cum far too soon. It's really easy for me to make myself cum, maybe just because I have a lot of practice. As such I keep my fingers out of my pussy and away from my clit at the start, just gently rubbing up and down as I squeeze my labia between my index and middle fingers.
It was quite an easy and mindless task as I was already wet from the anticipation of reaching this scene. The heat on my hand and the pleasure derived from the action did wonders for my dropping mood. Much better to focus on this than to keep making myself anxious. This was definitely a healthy way of coping. Definitely. My tail unconsciously wagged in agreement.
The girl's hero had accepted her offering and had pulled her into a tight embrace, one arm around her waist and the other her head. She could feel his penis hardening as it was pressed against her belly.
I continued rubbing myself as the scene progressed.
Her hero had removed her dress and laid her down upon the bed facing up at him. He removed her underwear and placed his hand upon her core before pushing a finger inside.
"Ahh-h…" I moaned softly as I did the same, my index finger slowly pushing into me. I loved how I could feel my body squeezing it as my vagina wrapped around it. I stopped focusing on the actions taken in the story and gently curled my finger, enjoying the feeling of resistance and the jolts of pleasure that came when the underside of my knuckle brushed against my clitoris.
The hero in the tale began thrusting his fingers into the maiden's core and I followed suit, although I did my best to keep a slow pace as I could already feel an orgasm building.
After another minute or so I couldn't hold it any longer and allowed myself to let go. My sense of vision stopped registering as my mind completely focused on my release. My vagina clenched around my finger and the muscles in my thighs tightened and spasmed. I did my best to keep thrusting and stimulating my clit to extend my orgasm but it was difficult to manage through the haze of pleasure and my weakened dexterity. I eventually came back down from the high.
As my senses returned to me, I noticed how quiet it was. Over the sound of my breathing I could even hear the breeze coming in through the window. A part of me realized somebody might have heard me, but then I remembered that this was the pleasure district and nobody would care.
The second thing I noticed was that I was hot. I hadn't taken my kimono off for that entire session and it was stifling. I undid the belly band and slid my arms out before undoing the strap of the robe underneath. I rolled onto my back and spread my clothes open, shaking my arms out of the robe and exposing my naked body to the cool air.
I lay like that for a while, until my breathing had fully calmed. I lowered my gaze and looked down at my body. I could see my perky breasts with their hard nipples splaying a bit to the side and flattening a bit under their weight. I blushed at the debauched sight. Is it weird to blush at the sight of my own body? Maybe. I averted my eyes to look out the window.
…
When my breathing had calmed I came to a conclusion.
I wanted to go again.
I hadn't given my breasts any attention the last time around so I brought my hands to them, cupping them and squeezing them softly all while steadfastly keeping my vision away from my body. I continued massaging them for a long while, comparing the way it felt to how it had been described in a scene from later in the book, before turning my attention to my nipples. The fingers on my right hand were still wet from earlier, the slippery, cool feeling was wonderful on the sensitive skin. I brought my left hands fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, returning the now wetted fingers to my left nipple.
If I remembered correctly, the scene I'd been reading earlier had the hero and maiden having sex from behind. I wanted to feel something like that.
I turned over onto my front, getting onto my knees and pressing my face against my pillow, before bringing my hand back to my pussy from below. I slowly moved my hand in a circular motion, getting into the feel of things as my fingers glided across my labia. It felt amazing, especially the cool touch of the night air hitting the wet skin every time my hand moved away. I brought my other hand down and began pressing two fingers to my clit, moving them in sync with my other hand and riding it out to another orgasm.
This orgasm hit me harder than the previous one, my legs were shaking and I lost the strength to keep supporting my body, which saw my face pressed hard into my pillow as my weight shifted forward. I remained in that position until the afterglow faded while paying attention to the way that my tail swayed with a mind of its own.
…
It felt great, but that wasn't quite the feeling I was hoping for. I wanted the feeling of being penetrated.
I shifted my weight back and sat on my knees, averting my eyes from the large wet spot I'd left on the robes I'd taken off, instead looking around. I spotted the box quickly and crawled over to it, opening it and removing my dildo.
I suppose in a sense I wasn't a virgin anymore. My virginity had really been taken by a dildo during my prostitute training. I also suppose that meant my first time had been with a woman. I'm not sure how that made me feel…
I don't really have a problem with the idea of having sex with a woman, and I think women can be very attractive too—why else would I blush at the sight of their bodies. Sexual relations between women are also quite a common sight in the pleasure district, if less so than those between men and women. But my fantasies had always involved a man, so at least in that sense my virginity remained.
As these miscellaneous and wandering thoughts passed through my mind, I had returned to my previous position with the dildo in hand. It was a wooden dildo that had been thoroughly sanded and oiled to avoid giving the user splinters in one of the worst places imaginable (save the eyes I suppose), and had a dark oaken color to it. The phallus was a straight thing, a cylinder around 2 celch in diameter—just small enough for me to comfortably close my fingers in a circle around it—and 10 in length with a roughly carved glans at the tip.
Pointing it straight up I brought the tip to my pussy as I felt my tail brush my wrist. I rotated the phallus so that the glans would be aligned in the way it would be if it were a man mounting me from behind. I gently rubbed it against my opening, enjoying the feeling of the wood grain against my still sensitive clitoris.
" Aaaahn," I let out a quiet moan into the pillow. And then pushed it into me at a slightly off angle, reveling in the way it made my entrance stretch and the force it placed against my wall before it slid smoothly the rest of the way in, my vagina swallowing it to the slightly tapered base in one go.
I had to use a bit of force to keep it inside as my tight walls attempted to push it out again and I played around with letting them do so on their own against my slackened grip before pushing back against it. I did this again, and again, losing myself in the irregular beat of my moans and breathing.
Once I could feel something starting to build I began to thrust with more force, eventually starting to use force on the pulling out motion too.
I could feel the rather indescribable sensation of a building orgasm, the rushing blood, the building tension in my hips and thighs and abdomen. It wasn't long before I crested the peak, doing my best to keep thrusting and to ride the high as long as I could. This time, my weakened muscle control actually helped as the irregularity and unpredictability of my movements led to an extremely pleasurable sensation as the dildo pressed against my inner walls in ways I wasn't expecting—almost as if it were being controlled by the imaginary man behind me.
But all good things come to an end, and the haze of pleasure abated once more. This time I was sweaty and my thighs were soaked with my juices. I slipped my knees out from under me and laid flat on my stomach, breathing in my own scent from my pillow and robes. My tail swayed lazily from side to side, likely mopping up more of my juices than I would want it too—I'd have to give it extra attention when I bathed in the morning.
A cool breeze came from the window giving me a chill as it passed over and around my sweat coated body. In my current state I found that chill extremely enticing and arousing.
I decided to get up and move to the window.
It was as I rested my arms on the horizontal wooden bar passing through the middle of the circular window and enjoyed the feeling of the air against my damp front, that I noted that I was completely naked.
I looked down at my chest.
I was exposing myself completely to whoever might be passing by.
I quickly blushed and retreated in a panic. I lost my balance and fell back onto my bare butt against my mattress.
I might have just shown my sweaty, pleasure ridden, completely naked body to somebody.
The idea of doing that was…
Kind of exciting?
Did I actually just enjoy doing that? The feeling of the cool air was incredible. I eyed the window as I chewed on my lip. I wanted to try that again. But I also really don't want anybody to see me.
I settled on a compromise and crawled back up to the window, peeking my head over and looking around.
I was on the fifth floor of the building. Two levels above the roof of the nearest building across from me. All the lights in the nearest rooms were off, although I could see dim light from the lamps in rooms further down the complex and the distant moans and grunts of a man and woman copulating when the breeze was calm. I looked down, it was an empty alley between this brothel and the next with a bit of tree cover and street lights below. Nobody was passing by.
I decided to stand up, my eyes darting from left to right, to make sure nobody could see me. I rested back against the window and let some of the tension in my body abate as I returned to enjoying the cool breeze over my naked body. The lower lip of the window was just below my pussy and the upper lip a bit above my standing height.
I decided I could relax here, although I would make sure to keep an eye out for anybody looking. I couldn't bear it if somebody saw what I was going to do next.
I brought my left knee up into the window sill and spread my thighs apart, bringing my right hand to my pussy and my left hand to my left breast.
I was going to masturbate again. I just couldn't stop.
Focusing my attention on groping my breasts and teasing my clit, I fell back into my familiar rhythm. Eventually I lost sight of my surroundings and began letting out moans, joining the quiet, distant chorus of the pleasure district with a song of my own. I came once, then kept going and came again, and once more.
I'm not sure how long it took for me to coax those three orgasms out of myself but afterwards I went to my bed to snatch up my dildo again and returned to the window, casually and half-heartedly looking around for anybody watching before hunching over to look between my legs, spreading my thighs, parting my labia with my left index and middle fingers and inserting it once more.
I probably looked really stupid hunched over and pleasuring myself, falling to ever deeper lows in my horniness, but I was too addled to care.
I kept thrusting the dildo into myself giving myself orgasm after orgasm, eventually finding myself leaning against the wall beside the window for support and moaning without a care in the world.
I didn't stop until I heard something new. Something that certainly didn't belong. The sound of running, panicked footfalls getting closer and closer, louder and louder.
I had turned to my door without even thinking to look for something to cover myself with, when the door was suddenly opened and quickly shut by a white haired boy who turned and ran toward me crashing into me and knocking me to the floor.
I hit my head against the wall and was knocked into a daze.
When my vision focused again I saw him. A boy with messy locks of white hair and bright rubellite eyes wide with panic. He looked like a startled rabbit desperately looking for a burrow to hide in.
…
He was a boy.
…
I was staring at a boy.
…
I was completely naked.
…
A boy walked in on me masturbating.
…
I fainted.
Bell's POV
What am I going to do? How did I get here? These were the two questions at the forefront of my mind.
To the latter; I had tailed Mikoto and Chigusa when they went off on their own without explanation and ended up lost in the red-light district. Hermes had tricked me again and put an aphrodisiac on my person. A bunch of Amazon prostitutes got the wrong idea and tried to capture me and chased me for nearly an hour before I finally managed to lose them inside of a freaking brothel! And now I was standing in front of a very naked, passed out, very naked, fox girl, who was… I repeat… very naked.
To the former; the moment I got my ability to move back, I immediately averted my eyes.
I regretted my choice of place to look as my eyes were drawn to the very wet wooden dildo that had rolled across the floor toward the partition. I walked in on a girl masturbating. Girls masturbate too… I should understand this fact.
I quickly averted my eyes again, and to my regret, chose poorly once more. I saw the glistening of a significant amount of liquid on the window sill. My next choice saw my eyes drawn to the kimono and robe laying on the bed. And the large, dark, wet spot standing in contrast to the otherwise white robe.
I quickly walked to the corner between the girl's bed and the partition and stared at the wall. I needed to think without having to process what I was looking at. Although I couldn't escape the scent.
Again. What am I going to do?
I heard voices. The sound of the amazons who were chasing me, I snatched up the robes on the bed and quickly covered myself with them in my little corner.
Please don't let them find me! Please!
"Where'd the Little Rookie go?!" I heard one of them say in exasperation, her voice still measured enough to not be a shout.
I heard the sound of opening doors. Oh no. They were searching the rooms.
One by one I heard them get closer and closer. Could I go out the window, I looked over. I saw the naked fox girl (she was incredibly beautiful—Intrusive thoughts!). I looked away and buried myself again.
Nope. Can't go there.
Time was up, the door to the room opened.
"What the hell?" One of them asked.
"Tsk. Stupid fox, can't even look at a dildo without fainting. How the hell is she ever going to catch a man?" I heard her turn.
"He's not here either." The door shut.
Was I safe?
A minute passed. I think they are gone. The only sound I could hear was the girl breathing.
The girl.
What the heck should I do about this?
Well… She needs to be clothed or I can't compute. And I can't just leave the room and run yet because the amazons are still nearby.
So… I need to get her clothes back on.
…
I can not do that.
…
Maybe just… throw the robes over her without looking?
Yeah… that should work.
I stood up still facing the wall and picked up the robes. I carefully turned toward where she was, degree by degree until I confirmed where she was sitting before holding the robes up to block her from view… wet spot…
Nope! Ignore it, Bell!
I looked toward the floor to watch my steps and when I saw her feet come into view I carefully lowered the robes over top of her.
Ignore the damn wet spot, Bell!
I returned to the corner and kept my eyes averted.
What to look at…
My eyes were suddenly caught on a book sat next to the bedside lamp.
The Dungeon Oratoria
She has a copy!
This was the most perfect distraction I could have possibly asked for. Now to just read a story or two till the danger has passed, then I can go home and this can all be forgotten.
…
Just don't think about the naked girl, and the erection will go away. It's that easy, Bell.
Haruhime's POV
I woke up to the sight of my red kimono. I was lying beneath it as though it and my robe were a blanket, with my back against the wall by the window.
Why was I asleep? I thought back…
Oh right, a boy walked in on me… I blushed.
I need to get dressed.
I removed the robes and wiped my crotch clean of any remaining wetness before crawling over to the foot of my bed where the dry panties I'd removed before I started masturbating lay. I wouldn't need the bra, as I would just go to bed and try to sleep away the embarrassment. I stood up and pulled them on before grabbing the outer kimono which was thankfully less wet than the inner robe and wrapped it around myself, tying the belly band carefully and turning toward my bed.
Wait.
A tuft of white hair reflected the moonlight, standing out in the dark room.
He was still here.
I'd just gotten dressed in front of him.
I could feel my whole face and neck flushing with warmth and my vision going fuzzy.
Don't faint, Haru! You can do it! See! He's turned around! He didn't see anything! Got that!
I managed to get myself under control with only a garbled grunt-cry-whimper of embarrassment. But that was enough to finally get his attention and he caught my eyes.
We stared at each other and I noted how much he was blushing too.
We were in some kind of stupid blushing/staring contest.
I managed to break the silence with a quiet question.
"Umm… How much did you see?"
There was silence before he responded. "Umm… Just now, nothing. But before… A lot."
I whimpered.
He responded. "Look! I'm really, really sorry! I was being chased for ages and ages and I really needed somewhere to hide and your room was at the end of the hallway and there was nowhere else to go so I ran inside and I saw you were naked and had no idea what to do so I just stared! I'm so, so sorry! Please forgive me!"
I shriveled in on myself and could actually feel my ears seeming to wilt at his response. He was on his knees with his hands in his lap fidgeting as he looked down in shame.
"It's okay…" I responded softly. I turned my face away from him. "I forgive you."
I thought about how to clear the painfully awkward atmosphere.
"Umm, what's your name?"
"It's… Bell"
"Bell-sama… That's a nice name." I said. It was still awkward. Super awkward. "My name is Haruhime. Umm… some people call me Haru."
"That's a really pretty name."
"Thanks."
What to say…
"You. You said you were being chased?"
"Yeah… I didn't really mean to come to the red-light district but when trying to leave I caught the attention of a group of Amazons. They started to try and get me to sleep with them and when I ran, they chased after me, and… well we went for ages and I ended up on the rooftops and I have no idea where I am now. I can't really leave right now either, as they might come after me again."
"Oh…" I replied. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Unfortunately that happens a lot… "Though they were probably Ishtar familia adventurers if they were able to follow you over the rooftops." There! A conversation thread!
I decided to change the topic. "Though, does that mean you are an adventurer, Bell-sama?" I finally met his eyes again leading to another twinge of awkwardness.
"Umm… Yeah. I've just reached level 3." He moved his bottom lip side to side in contemplation. His mannerisms were really cute. "The gods gave me the title Little Rookie ."
Little Rookie… Where have I heard that name before?
"Ah! You're that one adventurer everybody is talking about! I heard you beat a huge irregular Goliath that fell through the roof onto Rivira!" I can't believe I got to meet him! What are the odds!
"Umm… Yeah, I did." He scratched his head in embarrassment. "But it isn't like I did it alone, all the adventurers that were down there helped hold it off and a Level 4 adventurer I knew helped expose its weak point."
I shook my head. "But the other Ishtar familia adventurers have been telling me stories about you! They talked about how you were glowing and they heard your skill make a huge bell sound like a church bell! Ah! And your name is Bell! That's so cool! You're like a real hero! Like in the stories!"
I was so excited, all that embarrassment now far from my mind. I noted his face was bright red but I had a dumb smile on my face and I loved it.
He responded. "Like the stories… Oh! I saw you had a copy of The Dungeon Oratoria . I started reading it to distract me after…" Awkward. We blushed a bit. "Anyways, I love these stories. My grandfather used to read them to me as a kid and he made all these awesome illustrations. I was a really lonely kid, so these kinds of legends were some of the best company for me growing up."
Oh. Gods. He's just like me!
"It was the same for me! I was an only child, and my mom died giving birth to me, so my dad was always mean and blamed me and wouldn't let me out to play. But my family had a library and I'd go there and pick all the old hero stories off the shelves and read them from dawn to dusk and then I'd take them back to my room and read and reread them over and over. They were just delightful!"
I rambled on, telling him about my backstory and how I got here. I probably shouldn't have gone into such detail about my sorry circumstances, but I suppose my mind was just in that place, and telling somebody new about it served as a way of relieving the anxiety. Likely a better method than my previous one—don't think about it.
"That's all…" He looked really conflicted. I worried that I told him too much and made him uncomfortable. I made to apologize but he interrupted me before I could. "So unfair."
"Uhhh… Umm… Well where are you from, Bell-sama? Tell me about yourself!" I was really curious.
He told me about himself as I'd asked. His parents died when he was really little and his grandfather raised him in a small farming village in the mountains east of Orario. He was raised on tales of heroes and idolized them growing up, but the other kids in the village thought he was weird for being so into them and didn't play with him, so he grew up lonely. When his grandfather passed away in a monster attack, he had no strong connections left in his home so he set off to Orario to become an adventurer and hero like in the legends. And to… have an encounter with a beautiful maiden? He quickly bulldozed past that and told me of his time as an adventurer so far.
We talked on and on with the topic turning back to our favorite stories from The Dungeon Oratoria .
Ahh… he was so perfect. I felt dirty standing next to him, unclean. I knew that I was still a virgin at least, but prostitutes in stories were always the ruin of heroes. I didn't stand a chance at being the one for him.
But I wanted to be the one so badly. He was handsome and cute and strong and we had so many shared interests. But I was a dirty girl who didn't deserve his love. I wanted to do something for him, anything, and a selfish part of me wished that my growing love for him could be that. My thoughts turned back to Aisha's impending move. That I'd be made to give my first time away to some man soon. Some man that was just paying to be with me, the sanctity of the act sullied and myself ruined.
But… I wouldn't mind it if I could give myself to Bell. Asking for nothing in return but ensuring his pleasure as thanks for him giving me a meaningful first time.
I had to ask. Even if it ruined this.
In the middle of his chatter I interrupted him and posed the question. "Bell." I hesitated. "Would you- uhh… err…" I turned my head away from him, my blush creeping back onto my face. I couldn't ask him if he was looking at me with those adorably curious eyes. "That is to say… Would you… say… yes if I…" I had to psych myself up to even get the question out, and my face felt like it was on fire; I had no room left to consider what his reaction to my messy stuttering even was. My heart was racing—I felt like I might panic if I didn't just get it over with, and so, "asked you to have sex with me?!" I blurted the rest out far too fast.
When I looked up, I met his eyes and saw him frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open.
I suppose that was a really big non sequitur.
Bell's POV
I could not see how she possibly got to the point of asking such a question. My mind was drawing a complete blank, not even the Amazons before had asked a question like that of me so bluntly.
My first thought was the obvious. This is a brothel. She works in a brothel. She had told me that she was still a virgin because Aisha-san, one of the powerful adventurers who had chased me here also took on the role of a protector for. And that even if she couldn't convince the goddess Ishtar to let her go, Haruhime-san nonetheless worked in a brothel, so asking a man for sex wasn't out of place in that sense.
However, we also just met, and aside from the manner in which we met—don't think about it—or maybe do, might be relevant—she had shown herself to be a very innocent, sheltered, and pure girl. A girl who stood out greatly amongst the willing and often enthusiastic sex workers that surrounded her. But here she was… asking for sex. Asking me.
Another part of me returned to my previous arousal that I had tried to dismiss. Walking in on an extremely cute and attractive girl masturbating was something no teenage boy would not find arousing. I was aware that her simply asking that question was enough for me to start getting hard again, and that I for some reason felt guilty about it after the enjoyable and friendly conversation we had just had.
Certainly a teenage boy raised by a philandering man like my grandfather wouldn't be able to resist such a temptation. The part of me that was infatuated with Ais was at war with the part of me that was truly his grandson and I could practically hear his voice scolding me for even hesitating.
Here was an incredibly beautiful renart girl, my age, who shared my most deeply cherished hobby with enthusiasm matching mine asking for me to make love to her and I was hesitating!?
But I was. I had just met Haruhime-san. While I knew her story, I still did not know her, I hadn't had time to learn her quirks and the nature of her desires and dreams—a part of me knew that I had still not learned so many of those things about Ais either even with all the time we had shared together, closed off as she was.
I suppose then, that my hesitation largely came from not knowing why she asked me for something like that so suddenly.
I would just keep thinking in circles at this rate, I couldn't come to a decision, and so I asked her. "Why?"
She blushed even brighter somehow, her ears twitching and tail shaking with uncertainty. I noticed each of her little tics, animal people had so many of them. To the chagrin of the part of me saying no, I found it incredibly charming. She was very cute, all parts of me agreed on this.
"Because…" She began, then glanced at me, then away, then back. "I don't want to have to give my first time away to somebody I don't know. To some… random customer who's paying to have me." She looked indignant at that. I had yet to see her express an emotion akin to anger. Somehow it was at that idea… the idea of being sold that she expressed rage, but not the perpetrators, the goddess who refused to let her go, or those who insisted she work this occupation against her will. "I want my first time to be special. To be with somebody that I L… L…. Like…" She curled in on herself even more before recovering and standing up straight.
"I… I like you Bell-sama, and I can't think of anybody else I'd rather give my virginity to!" She declared.
What do I say to that? The contrast between the innocence of her mannerisms, her shyness, and the inherently lewd nature of her request did things to me that I did not understand.
"But you shouldn't have to give your body to anybody at all!" I impulsively said.
"I know…" She agreed, but her voice implied she had more to say. "But I will have to eventually. It's not something I can avoid in my position…" Her newfound composure faltered a touch. "But I wouldn't mind if it was with you, Bell. I want you to have sex with me." She looked me dead in the eye, her gaze trembling as she clearly tried her very best not to look away.
…
I had to respond to her somehow. It's just a yes or a no question.
My body already knew the answer if the throb of my penis in my pants was anything to go by.
Haruhime's POV
"Okay." He finally replied.
Okay.
He said okay.
He agreed.
This adorable, cute, bunny-like boy I just met said yes.
He's going to have sex with me.
He's going to make love to me.
BELL-SAN is going to make LOVE to me.
I felt my body shudder with released tension and anticipation.
Before I knew what I was doing I had closed the distance, wrapped my arms around his neck, grasped the back of his head, my fingers gripping his messy hair and I kissed him.
My body moved on instinct, the embarrassingly well practiced motions of my lips, honed through far too much fantasizing and kissing my pillow brought me so much pleasure, a thrill greater than any of those I'd experienced pleasuring myself running through me at the thought that I was experiencing an actual kiss with a boy I liked.
His lips were surprisingly soft, but they didn't taste of anything. The books always said that kisses would taste of something but they simply tasted of saliva, a taste that doesn't even really exist. But the feeling of my sensitive lips brushing against his, combined with the thrill of the sheer knowledge of what I was doing made it incredible.
This was my first kiss. This was our first kiss. I love it. I love him—or at least I really, really want to love him. I could feel my blood rushing, and a flush rising as my body yearned to take a breath. I knew I was prone to fainting when over-stimulated but this was one moment I absolutely could not let end like that.
It took a while, but I eventually felt him begin to kiss me back. It had taken a while, and as much as I loved it and as much as new fluffy feelings of romance and infatuation and love blossomed within me, I'd been going too long, and I had to step back to take a breath.
"Haaahhh" I took a gasping breath my eyes wide and looking up into his gaze. I could hear, and see him gasping for breath alongside me.
He spoke. "I… I didn't expect you to kiss me immediately." Another breath. "You surprised me," he admitted.
I laughed, "I surprised myself too." I could feel the dumb grin on my face as I teetered on the edge of falling into a fit of joyous giggles. "Can I kiss you again?" I asked hopefully.
He nodded, a smile threatening to cross his face before he gave up resisting and closed the distance between us, catching me off guard.
The second kiss was even better as he was we both put in the work the whole while. I could feel the smile on his face.
When we broke apart, I spoke first. "I didn't expect you to kiss me immediately either." I reached forward and grasped his jacket. "Can I… Can I take it off?" My treacherous blush returned.
He nodded, and I brought my hands to the buttons, unclasping them with another practiced set of motions. Removing a partner's clothing was something they drilled into me a long time ago.
When I finished removing the buttons, he pulled his arms out, leaving him in just his black cotton shirt. I could feel another fainting spell rising at the sight of his toned arms. I hugged him to put them out of sight which alleviated it
He took a moment to return the hug. And at the feeling of his strong arms embracing me I could feel it again. I really was like one of the fainting maidens in the stories. It was so much more annoying to deal with in real life.
"Your arms are really strong. It feels nice."
He coughed. "Umm… Thanks, I guess."
"Mhmm. Thank you."
He rubbed my back and I heard him hemming and hawing. "What do you want to ask?"
He cleared his throat. "I… Can I see you naked again."
Oh boy. I hope I get used to this soon as the treacherous fainting spell built up again.
I had to take control of the situation. I had trained to do this. Strip teases were something I knew how to do. I just needed to do it with confidence and I'd be fine. I won't faint a second time. I will not.
I nodded and stepped back a few paces. I then positioned myself on the center of my bed, and asked him to step in front of me. He did.
Deep breaths, Haru.
"Haaah…" In. "Hoooh…" Out. Once. Twice. Thrice.
I looked him in the eye. "Watch closely."
With the meticulous and sensual motions I had practiced, I undid my belly band, being careful to keep it up as long as possible before allowing it to fall to the floor around me in one appealing action. I made certain to keep my kimono closed, as usually I'd have a bra and robe underneath, and showing my bare front too early would ruin the show.
I turned around swiftly, allowing the fabric at the back of my kimono to swish behind me as I faced away from him.
Now, with my front facing away I allowed my grip on the folds to loosen and for my front to come open, I looked down at myself, seeing my bare belly through my cleavage, the robe still caught on my nipples, and hiding them from my view. I was still wearing panties, although my socks had been discarded long ago.
I debated whether to take them off before or after I removed my kimono. My tail was another consideration as it was threaded through the fabric of the kimono, although loosely. I decided that I would drop the kimono first. I blushed as I broke from the script and thought about how it would feel to face him. To look him in the eyes and willingly expose my pussy to him. My genitals. My vagina. Just thinking the word in this context was a thrill. The more formal and less vulgar word choice somehow makes it all the more erotic. Vagina was my favorite.
I pulled my arms back in. The left arm. Then the right. Before grasping the lapels of the kimono and allowing it to fall over my shoulders, exposing them to him. I had no idea how he was reacting or if he was enjoying it. I simply had to trust that I was doing it well.
With another deep breath I let the fabric drop. Now only my panties remained. I spread my arms wide, and then brought them above my head. I hoped that by doing so he would be treated to a peek at the sides of my boobs while I stretched.
I changed my mind. I don't want to look him in the eye while I take off my last piece of clothing. The thought ran through my mind of the sight of a woman bent over, her bottom high and presented to her man. I wanted to ask him to take them off himself. There was no elevated piece of furniture for me to brace myself against, so I settled for something else. I lowered myself onto my knees and leaned forward, bracing myself instead against my elbows, I steadfastly faced forward as I presented my rear to him.
"Bell-sama."
"Hrk." I must have startled him by speaking. "Yes?" He asked, his voice higher than normal.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked, my nerves and uncertainty creeping into my voice against my will.
"I do. I really do." Hearing him say it made me really happy.
"I have a request. Will you hear it?"
"A… Request?"
"Yes. Will you hear it?" Teasing him like this did not come easy to me, and I had to do my best to imitate the kinds of things I'd heard the other prostitutes say.
"What is your request?" Hearing him say something like that while I stood hunched over like this sent another rush through me. This position finally made it obvious to me how wet I was. I was certain my panties were soaked through, and that he could see it as I waved them right in his face.
"Pull down my panties."
…
"Yes."
I heard footsteps.
I heard him get onto his knees.
I heard him scoot forward.
And then I felt his hands on my butt.
Oh… A man was touching my butt. Bell-sama was touching my butt.
I closed my eyes and let my other senses take over. I was now completely taken in by this idea. This was how my first time was going to be. I wanted him to pull my panties down and shove his penis inside of me and fuck me until I came and he gave me his babies.
Okay. Maybe not that last one—I think there are some contraceptive tonics in the corner of all of these rooms. It will be fine.
Anyhow. If I seem to faint if I look at a man straight on, I should be able to get through this without fainting if I just can't see him. It has nothing to do with the spontaneous, perverted thrill I got at the idea. It's strategy, not perversion.
I felt his fingers curl around my panties, and then I felt the tug, and then I felt the cool air against my wet entrance, and heard a sharp intake of breath.
I was exposed. Bell was staring at my vagina. And I was letting him.
I let him enjoy the sight as I contemplated how to word my next request.
"Bell-sama." I began. "Would you please take off your clothes?"
He hesitated a moment. "Do you want to watch me too?"
I shook my head. "No. But I want to imagine what it looks like."
He waited a moment. "Okay." I wondered what his facial expressions were like. I knew my requests were strange. Especially for both of ours' first time.
I heard the sound of him taking off his shirt. I imagined the appearance of his toned chest that I had felt pressed against me when we had hugged.
I heard the sound of him unlacing his shoes and setting them aside—a stupid part of me thought that he should have done that when he entered as manners dictate, but then I realized how stupid that thought was and brushed it aside.
I heard him unbuckling his pants. The clang of the metal buckle doing crazy things to me. That particular sound made me so wet.
I then heard them drop to the floor, and then the brushing sound as he kicked them aside. I wonder what his legs look like. Are they toned? I bet they are. I wonder if they are shaved, or if he has hair on them. I'm not sure which I'd prefer. At that, I wonder if he shaves anything besides his face. Does he have chest hair? Pubic hair?
I heard the sound of him pulling his socks off, and the quiet thud as he tossed them aside as well. He should just have his underwear left.
I hear him lower it.
I wonder how big his penis is.
I wonder how the thought is only coming to me now.
I think. I think I want him to surprise me. I refuse to imagine it. I want to feel it.
I speak. "I bet you're really handsome right now." I decided. "I want you to fuck me, Bell-sama." Oh my god. Did I really just say that?!
I heard him return to his knees behind me, and I heard him scoot close. I didn't care. He was going to do it!
And then I felt his penis rest against my butt, brushing alongside the base of my tail. I thought it felt big.
Gods… It was sooo hot to the touch. My blush was everywhere but I didn't feel like I was going to faint, shockingly enough.
I heard him take a shaky breath. "Okay."
He pulled back and adjusted the tip of his penis so that it touched my entrance.
I was about to have sex.
He pushed in and I moaned. I moaned far louder than I felt was warranted, but the release of anticipation was bliss. I heard him moan too. He was feeling good.
He brought his hands to my waist, grabbing me firmly and began to thrust.
He was gentle and rhythmic and every bit of it felt amazing. I couldn't quite tell how his girth or length fared against the dildo from earlier tonight, but the physicality and heat of his shaft made it better. It was so much better than a dildo. And unlike with the dildo, there was a body attached to this one. The body of a boy I liked, who was strong and kind and gentle.
I always thought I came really easily as I could never hold out as long as the characters in my smut novels, but this was already proving too much. I was being fucked from behind. The fantasy I'd had earlier of wanting to be penetrated like this had come true.
With each of his thrusts I got closer and closer and I eventually crested that tantalizing hump into bliss. My legs spasmed as the muscles in my thighs clenched sporadically, my back arched even more and my moans were out of my control. My breathing was deep yet fast, air rushing in and out as my blood raced through my body and warmth filled my core. But Bell was still thrusting.
I wasn't sure if he even recognized that I had orgasmed. A woman's orgasms are less obvious than a man's. So I told him. "I came, Bell. You just made me cum, Bell." His name felt wonderful on my lips, I was so happy, and he was so big inside me and he just kept thrusting. I wasn't coming down from the high like before, it was less than my peak, but it was building again. I was going to cum again soon.
It continued like that, Bell thrusting and grunting, as the two of us enjoyed our animalistic pleasure. I came again and shortly after Bell spoke. "I'm close, Haruhime-san."
He was going to cum. I wanted it inside, I knew this for a fact. I told him. "Cum inside me, Bell-sama. I want you to cum inside."
"Ghhh…" He grunted as he tried to resist his approaching peak. "But, you'll get pregnant."
"This is a brothel, Bell-sama. There are ways to prevent that." I began. "Aaahahhn." I moaned. "Don't worry."
"Okay. I trust you." And then heard his breath become as erratic as mine as his thrusts became weaker, his thighs twitching and hitting against mine differently. I felt the pulse travel down his shaft and then a new warmth filled me. The sensations were imprecise, but they were definitely there. He'd finished inside me.
He fell on top of me and we collapsed onto my bed in a heap. Absent-mindedly, I noted that we hadn't cum in sync with each other like in the stories. Gods, that felt great.
I'd successfully had my first time with a man I loved. Liked.
Bell's POV
Did this all really just happen? I had lost my virginity. Not to Ais-san, not to my goddess who seems to want that from me, but whom I can't feel comfortable reciprocating, and not to any of the other cute girls I've known for a while, but to a girl I met an hour ago.
Kami-sama was going to lock me in my room for a month. I'm doomed.
I rolled onto my side, pulling my softening penis out of Haruhime's pussy and spooned her. I could feel my still hot semen dripping from her pussy and onto her thighs and my now soft penis resting between them.
We didn't speak a word for a while, just hugging and enjoying the physical pleasure of embracing and being embraced by another.
"Did you enjoy that, Haruhime-san?" I asked the rather pointless, throwaway question.
"Mhmm." She gripped the hands I had wrapped around her belly and curled in on herself, pulling me further around her. "I'm really happy."
I thought for a while. It felt like a bit of a betrayal of the girl in my arms, but I also considered how having done this felt like a bit of a betrayal of my feelings for Ais-san.
Did I regret this?
The warmth of her fox tail between us and the sight of her cute fox ears twitching and the innocent smile on her face as she forced me to snuggle against her made me decide that I did not.
I… Do I still like Ais-san?
Maybe.
I think so.
Actually I definitely do.
…
But I also like Haruhime-san now.
Can I have both?
…
I have no idea.
"Bell-sama?"
"Hmm?"
She released my hands and moved to turn around and face me. She blushed again when she looked at my body.
It felt really good to have a girl react like that to seeing me. Especially when she gasped upon looking at my penis.
She pulled a bit away and looked me in the eyes. "Can we have sex again?"
…
"Again?"
…
"Yes. Again."
…
"I don't know if I can get it up again that fast."
"Oh." She replied, a bit saddened. She sat up with her hair falling around her before she threw it back behind her shoulder. Her breasts pushed forward in the most enticing show I'd ever seen as she did so.
She crawled over toward her drawers, and I saw her rear, with her pussy still dripping with my cum passing me. I did that.
She pulled out two tonics, one with a red lid and one with a blue one. She opened the red one and drank a sip before looking at the side. There were markings on it. She handed me the blue one. "Here. Drink it until it drops to this marking." She pointed to the marking closest to the current liquid level.
"What is it?"
"It's a contraceptive. It prevents pregnancies. The one I just drank is for the woman and the one I gave you is for the man."
"Okay… How does it work?"
"I'm… not really sure, but I was told it works, and have seen others use it before."
I nodded, and then did as instructed. While I did so, she moved over to my discarded clothes. "Do you still have that aphrodisiac, Bell?"
I froze. "Do you want to use it?" I really didn't trust anything Hermes gave me. I debated throwing it out, but wasn't sure what it would do.
"It would probably help you get it up a few more times…" She blushed and turned away. "And they usually help keep your… loads… from getting smaller each time."
She pulled it out. "Oh! I know this one." She opened the cap at one end and sniffed it, her cheeks suddenly blooming in red once more. "Yes…" She turned to me. "This one should work fine. All you do is pour enough to fill the cap to this marking, she pointed to a bend in the metal. "And then you drink it once. Apparently it's really obvious when it takes effect."
"What do you mean by that?" She waved her head back and forth.
"Well… You'll get really hard." She shook. "And I'll get really wet. And we'll both get really, really, really horny."
"So… It's safe?"
"Yeah! We'll be fine as long as we don't drink too much! Perfectly safe at the correct dose."
"Umm…" I really wasn't sure. But… I'd already fucked her once, fucking her a few more times wouldn't make me less dead. And honestly, seeing how excited such a cute girl was getting over the idea of having sex with me repeatedly was too much to resist. What was the worst that could happen?
She drank her dose, and then served me mine and handed it to me. I looked at the colored liquid and decided it was time to bite the bullet. I downed it in one go. I waited. "Umm… how long until it takes effect?"
"Umm… I've just been told that people will just 'know'."
Okay… This was really awkward. Were we just going to sit here for a sign saying we should have sex again?
"Umm… Can we cuddle?" She blushed and looked to the side like she had every other time.
I didn't answer with words and just embraced her before laying us down on our sides facing each other.
We lay in comfortable silence, something that was quite surprising as most of our interactions tonight (and I guess, ever) had been laced with awkwardness. Eventually though I could feel myself getting hard again, and figured it was time to start.
I didn't get a chance to ask her what we'd try though before she let out a frustrated whimper and pushed me onto my back.
She climbed on top of me and straddled me grabbing my penis before lifting herself up and mounting me. The look in her eyes had gone from lustful to ravenous, and the only thing I could think was that she was going to eat me. I was actually scared.
She slammed her hips down on me hard and if I wasn't a level 3 it probably would have hurt as she started to bounce on top of me. Loud slapping sounds could be heard—much louder than the sounds I'd made when I was doing her from behind before. Her ears were pointed and alert and her tail was bouncing up and down behind her.
She looked gorgeous, and I had a full view of her front as she rode me. Her breasts bounced just out of sync with her hips, their weight never more obvious. As she slammed down, her breasts hung in the air, blocking her lower face from my view before being pulled along, then lagging behind as she bounced back up and the cycle repeated.
Her bounces became erratic, and her moans labored before her legs tightened around me and I could tell that she had just had an orgasm. She kept on trying to bounce though, and I could feel a part of myself growing frustrated at the reduced pace. I grabbed her more forcefully by her hips and started bouncing her myself.
We continued this pace and I allowed myself to fully embrace the sensations the sex was giving me. My body felt so much more alive, I felt a warmth going through me that reminded me of the feeling I'd gotten after drinking alcohol, my head was fuzzy but the only sensations I was receiving were pleasurable ones. My body turned more toward instinct as I pushed her over onto her back—I noted with a bit of guilt that I'd caught her by surprise but I was getting too into it to care, and her bucking her hips against me was a clear sign that she didn't want me to stop, so I climbed fully on top of her, pinning her to her bed as I thrust into her again and again and again.
I felt her cum once, twice, before I felt myself hitting a limit. The pressure was becoming too much to hold back. My penis was actually starting to get painfully hard and I could feel a soreness along my urethra and balls from my previous orgasm, but my body was begging for release, so I let it. I filled her with my cum again, and fell on top of her in a heap once more.
Her breathing was deep and she buried her face in my neck and mine in hers. I breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of whatever floral shampoo she used as well as the feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest.
Eventually I noticed that I was still hard. I'd honestly barely even gotten softer at all. And I wanted to fuck her again.
Okay… The aphrodisiac was definitely in effect.
Haruhime's POV
I'd lost track of how many times we'd done it now. If I remember the position names right, then we first did it doggystyle, then the aphrodisiac made me daring enough to mount him in the cowgirl position before the aphrodisiac made Bell-sama aggressive enough to pin me down and do me in the missionary position.
After that he'd turned me over onto my front and lay on top of me and did me while I was prone on my bed, and then I'd tried to have another go at being on top and managed to stay on top until he finished inside me for a fourth time.
And he was still hard! The aphrodisiac was amazing! I can now understand why the other Ishtar familia members like them so much.
We'd calmed down a bit after that and I'd decided I wanted to try my hand at a blowjob so I'd brought him to the window where he was now sitting on the edge. He commented that it was still a bit wet from before he got here and I got on my knees in front of him.
I'd never been thankful for all the indecent training I'd had to go through when I was first purchased by Ishtar familia until tonight, but it was really coming in handy now. If I hadn't had that training—or the aphrodisiac boosting my confidence—I would have had no clue how to go about using my mouth.
Okay. The smut did give me some ideas.
I began with my hands, taking his shaft into my right hand and cupping his balls with my left. I was kind of surprised earlier that Bell actually shaved below the belt, but he did. The skin of his genitals was very soft and the loose folds of his scrotum were kind of fun to touch, he was circumcised like most men I'd read about in my stash of novels—which I was glad for as I wouldn't really know what to do otherwise—and as I brought my thumb up along the line on the underside of his penis he let loose a breath he'd been holding from the pleasure.
His penis was still a bit wet from having been inside me before, but I knew it would feel better if I wetted it a bit. So, with some trepidation, I swished some saliva in my mouth and brought my lips to his tip. I opened my mouth and allowed my saliva to coat the tip when I took it inside before doing my best and lowering my head down onto it.
"Agh… Haru…" I loved hearing him call me by that nickname, and hearing him enjoying himself made me happy.
Thankfully, he wasn't too big like some of the larger dildos I'd seen or the penises described in my books so I was able to take him all the way inside my mouth with relative ease and only a little gagging—I had been made to practice deepthroating with a dildo before, so I knew how to adjust my throat to prevent that.
I pulled back, keeping my lips wrapped tight around his shaft and did my best to produce as much saliva as I could. Once I'd pulled back enough for my hand to wrap around the base of his shaft, I did so and began to gently stroke it. The bumps and veins and physicality of Bell's actual penis was amazing. My dildo really couldn't compare. The feedback I received as I sucked on it and let it rub against my cheek and tongue made it feel so much better to do.
Once I'd gotten a feel for the rhythm I'd be using to pleasure him, I looked up and made eye contact. I wanted to challenge myself to do my best to hold it as long as I could throughout. I wanted to watch his reactions and see what made him feel best. Honestly I wished this night never had to end—don't think about that, Haru, focus on making him cum.
I was more motivated to make him cum this time than I had been any of the other times. Giving a blowjob was about the man's pleasure, his pleasure, not mine. Although I admit I also really wanted to know what his semen tasted like. I'd sampled a bit of it before as it dripped out of my vagina, but it had gotten colder and mixed with my own juices by then. I wanted to know what it tasted like straight from the source. I wanted to know how it felt for it to shoot out and hit the inside of my mouth. I wanted to know what it felt like to feel him orgasm and his dick pulse with it between my lips and the underside resting on my tongue.
I was going to get an answer to all of those questions shortly as I recognized the now clear signs of him approaching his peak. The labored breaths, the attempts at holding in his moans turning them into grunts and gasps as he released the breaths he was holding. I recognized the tenseness in his thighs that I'd felt in the lead up to him cumming inside me before and now I'd get to feel him cum inside me in a different place.
There was little fanfare to his peak in terms of moans, but he bucked up and thrust against my mouth a few times, he brought his hand to my head to try to hold my head down as low as it could go and get as much of his shaft in my mouth as he could. I felt the pulse of his semen rushing up his penis first and then felt the hot sensation of his cum filling my mouth and coating my tongue.
If I was honest, the taste was unpleasant. It wasn't really a taste, but more of a flavor, the scent was very distinctive. It was salty, but not overly so. The most notable feature was the texture, it was soft, and almost gooey or slimy.
Altogether it was like nothing else. But I enjoyed it. It was his. It was his cum, a sign that I'd done a good job and made him feel good.
I gulped it down greedily.
Once he was done and I'd swallowed it all, I pulled back and climbed up onto the window ledge next to him, keeping my hand on his penis as I did so. I leaned against him and enjoyed the feeling of the cool breeze on my back. I wrapped my tail around his back and cuddled against him. I was content.
…
"Haruhime-san?"
"Yes?" I cracked my eyes open, but I couldn't make eye contact from my position and I was too comfortable to move.
"Would you like me to do that for you as well?"
"You mean use your mouth on me?"
"Yeah…"
"Sure. Umm… Do you know how to?"
"Well… Not really."
"Hmm… Well I can guide you. But I'd rather do it lying down, is that okay?"
"Go on ahead."
I nodded against him and rose, I was getting a bit sleepy. I think the aphrodisiac was starting to wear off. I walked over to my bed and lay my head down on my pillows before resting my hands on my belly and spreading my legs. "Well, I think you know the first step is to get between my legs."
"Well, yeah." He replied as he did so. Lying on his belly and kicking his legs up behind him, he brought his hands to my thighs and grasped them before bringing his mouth to my pussy and kissing my entrance.
"Go on and just try things first, alright."
He mumbled an agreement and then I felt his tongue lick me from the bottom of my labia to my clit. I let out a soft moan in response. He repeated the motion a few times, before pushing his tongue into me.
"Ahhn…" I'd never felt something quite like this before. The flexibility of a tongue made it a really different experience to the feeling of his penis before. Despite not being able to penetrate me nearly as deeply, it still felt extremely nice. It reminded me of one of the details about female genitalia I'd been taught—that the most sensitive part of a woman's vulva was the clitoris, followed by the labia, and that we are generally less sensitive inside the vagina than on the outside.
It felt great, just lying there and enjoying his ministrations, but it wasn't quite enough, I wanted him to give my clit attention too. So I asked him. "Bell-sama. Can you use your fingers on my clit too?"
"Your 'clit'?" He said after pulling his face back.
"Ah! It's the little nub at the top of my entrance, just a bit past the folds at the top. It's the most sensitive spot and, umm… It's what I usually focus on when I masturbate."
I felt him probe around with his fingers until… "There, that's it. Just… play with it while you do this. I'll let you know what feels best."
"Mmmm…" Wow. This felt so much better than masturbating. I know well by now how to best stimulate myself, but it's really different, and so much more exciting when the hand is being controlled by somebody else.
Bell-sama's hands were much more callused than mine and the rougher texture was extra stimulating as his digits ran along my folds. His fingers were also larger and were capable of spreading me apart more than mine could, I noted, as he inserted the index finger of his offhand.
"Bell-sama. Can you start using your mouth again too?" I felt like I was finally getting close again, but I needed a bit more.
He didn't reply, he simply buried his face in between my legs as well. I found I instinctively brought my hands to his head and began pressing my hips against his face. Gods, this felt good. I don't know if I'll be able to go back to masturbating again.
As he pressed his thumb against my clit, I felt myself cum, my legs wrapped around his neck and shoulders as I pressed his face hard against me, riding out the high one last time. When it passed I was spent.
I just wanted to sleep now.
Bell's POV
After I finished pleasing her, I moved up to hold her and the two of us fell asleep.
Unfortunately, as restful and comfortable as that sleep was, I woke up not long after to the realization that I needed to get home. There was no way I'd be able to sneak out during daylight, and my familia was probably worried sick about where I'd ended up.
I shook Haruhime-san awake, and she fussed as she opened her eyes. "What…?"
"Haruhime, umm…" Do I just ask if I can leave? That seems really rude. She just poured her heart out to me, made love to me, and curled up to sleep with me. Can I just leave her?
I can't. What the hell kind of man would I be if I just left her here to return to her miserable fate as an unwilling prostitute after a night like this? Gramps would have my head.
I need to find a way to get us both out.
"We need to leave before the sun comes up or we'll be caught."
"Oh… I suppose." She agreed solemnly. "I can show you to one of the more secluded exits and direct you out of the pleasure district, but I can't follow you past there."
"Haruhime-san. I said we ." I told her firmly. "I'm not leaving without you. Not after all of this. I'd be a complete waste of space if I left you here."
"You…" She looked at me with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly. She shook her head. "No… no… I'm a prostitute, I can't be with you like that. Tonight was enough."
"No." I stated once more. "I'm taking you with me. You aren't staying here to suffer. I'm not that kind of guy." I stood up and began to dress myself again, politely ignoring how she blushed as she watched me. "C'mon, you get dressed too."
"O-okay." She followed suit and dressed herself.
Once we were decent and wearing shoes I spoke again. "Show me the way, please." She nodded.
Haruhime's POV
I couldn't believe this was happening. As we exited the brothel through one of the underground passages, we passed the threshold and I had to accept it. Bell-sama didn't leave me.
What would happen next? I wanted to tell Bell not to do this, that Ishtar would come for me and he and his loved ones would be hurt, but he wouldn't listen.
A selfish part of me was glad for that.
…
I couldn't get the smile off my face.
Although when his goddess saw us…
I fainted.
THE END