Prompt: Aoko barged into Sōjūrō's room without knocking, as he was living in her home, he didn't get the right to silly things like privacy... Maybe she should have knocked. Sōjūrō was laying on his bed, buck naked and jerking off his... thing. And another woman's name was on his lips- her of all people! Why would he not be moaning "Aoko" while she was right there!? He should be objectifying her! Oh... he took that literally.
Tags: Sōjūrō Shizuki/Aoko Aozaki/Alice Kuonji, Threesome, Rough Sex, Yuri elements, Maledom, anal, lots of sex, marathon sex
Q:Within the world of Type-Moon, what is sex education like for those raised in the mountains? How interested is Sono-G in the female body? Is he at the level where he can aim for being the second Peerless Superman?
A: He knows the concept of trying for children. But, because it's not something he ever thought would be relevant to him, he'll eventually have to go "hey, wait a second" at some point in the future. If you ask me, he's definitely peerless, an utter beast.
- Kinoko Nasu
Sōjūrō lay sprawled out on his back, the soft mattress beneath him providing little cushion against the rigidity of his own thoughts. The room was dimly lit, the sun casting its final rays through the slit between the curtains. His hand moved rhythmically, the sound of his skin slapping against his stomach echoing through the quiet space. His eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, unblinking as he imagined the adorable red-headed Aozaki on her knees.
The scent of his arousal filled the air, a musky scent that was as natural as the pine trees outside. His breathing grew heavy and his heart thudded in his chest, a silent drummer to the crescendo of his desires. The muscles in his arm tensed with each stroke, his hand a blur of motion as he approached his peak. It was a solitary act, one that required no audience, no acknowledgment from the outside world.
Back in the mountains, such moments of solace were as common as the rustling of leaves. The village elders taught that the body was a vessel to be tended, and its needs were not to be shied away from. Sōjūrō had grown up with this mantra. In the vastness of the mountainous wilderness, the act of self-pleasure was considered natural and a fact of life. You were encouraged to do so in your own space, but as long as you weren't in public, anything was acceptable. It was harder to find time for this kind of activity in the city.
But here, in the quiet sanctity of the room he had claimed as his own, he allowed his thoughts to wander back to Aozaki. In his fantasy, she was dressed in a tight, green button-up dress that clung to her like a second skin, her crimson eyes peering at him over the rim of her spectacles. Her short hair framed her angelic features. "Sōjūrō!" She moaned, her voice echoing in his mind as he stroked his length, her large breasts bouncing as she arched her back.
The door swung open with a suddenness that startled him out of his reverie. Aoko Aozaki, barged in without even a courteous knock. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of his erection, her cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of scarlet. She froze in the doorway, the shock on her face giving way to something... else. Something greedy and hungry. "What the hell are you doing?" she bellowed, the sound of her voice snapping him back to reality.
Sōjūrō didn't bother to hide himself, his hand still wrapped around his thick length. "I am masturbating," he said calmly, not quite meeting her eyes. In the mountains, where he had grown up, privacy was a luxury, and bodily functions were nothing to be ashamed of. Why was she so shocked and flustered? She was in his room, anything she saw was solely on her.
Her gaze remained transfixed on his erection, the muscles in her neck tightening as she took a step closer. "Doing that behind a closed door? That's just... disgusting," she said, though she made no move to leave. "And why is it so... big?" The question slipped out before she could stop herself, a strange curiosity mixing with the embarrassment.
Sōjūrō looked up at her, his expression one of mild surprise, his hand still wrapped around his girth. "It's just the way I am," he murmured, not bothering to cover himself. Aoko's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, her eyes darting away before returning to the sight before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, let alone the thoughts that began to swirl in her head.
"It's... not right," she stuttered, her voice quivering slightly. "You should... you should stop..." In spite of her words, Aoko made no move to leave or look anywhere but his cock.
With a sigh at more of her antics, Sōjūrō closed his eyes, focusing on his fantasy once more. "Touko," he murmured, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. The sound of his voice saying her sister's name seemed to break something within Aoko. With a feral growl, she launched herself at him, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the gentle rustling of the curtains in the evening breeze.
"Why are you saying her name!?" Aoko screeched in fury. She tried to ignore the fact that she was now straddling his waist... and that his erection... was currently poking against the underside of her breasts... What the fuck... how could he be... so... big? "I am right here! Why aren't you saying my name instead!?"
Sōjūrō's eyes snapped open in surprise, "Why would I do that?"
"What do you mean 'why'?!" Aoko's voice grew shrill, her cheeks flaming red. She slapped his chest. "I'm right here, and you're... you're... to my sister!"
The boy looked at her with genuine bewilderment. "But Aoko, you're not someone that I would degrade like that. I respect you too much… to objectify you like that. I would never!"
Aoko's eyes narrowed. "What the hell do you mean by that!? Who said I don't want to be treated like that!?" She was so furious that she could feel her heart pound in her chest. "Do it! Do it right now, you piece of shit! Objectify me! Not Touko! Never her! Objectify me!"
Sōjūrō stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a suddenness that belied his usual calm demeanor, he reached up and tore her sweater in half, exposing her bra-covered breasts to the cool evening air. The fabric of the sweater made a loud ripping sound that echoed through the room. If she wanted to be objectified, as weird as that sounded, then who was he to deny her?
"Sōjūrō! What the-" she began to protest, but he was already on top of her, his large hands mauling her breasts through the thin, torn fabric of her shirt. She could feel the heat of his palms as they squeezed and pinched her nipples, eliciting gasps of shock and arousal from her lips.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue pushing past her teeth and tangling with hers. His other hand reached behind her to unclasp her bra, the garment falling away to reveal her bare, heaving chest. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and she tasted the faint metallic tang of blood. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to the roughness of his touch despite herself.
Sōjūrō's actions were not gentle, but they were not entirely violent either. They were the actions of a man who had been told to treat her exactly like an object. So he was using her as a mere toy for his pleasure- a prized toy that he would take care of, but still just something to play with. Sōjūrō didn't want to treat Aoko this way, he cared for her as more than that, but this is what she had asked for. Who was he to deny her? His kisses grew more possessive, his teeth nipping and suckling at her neck as he continued to fondle her breasts.
Aoko's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in as she tried to push him away, but her body was betraying her. Every rough caress sent waves of pleasure shooting through her, making her hips buck against him. She could feel his hard length pressing against her thigh, and she realized with a mix of horror and excitement that she wanted it.
"Please, Sōjūrō," she whimpered, "don't-" But she didn't get to finish her protest- whether for or agains the treatment, even she didn't know which- before his mouth closed over hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her, claiming ownership of her mouth, tasting the sweetness she had to offer. Aoko's eyes widened in shock, then fluttered shut as she felt his hands move down to her waist, unbuttoning her jeans with surprising deftness. She moaned into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to his touch.
He pushed her jeans and panties down together, letting them pool around her ankles, leaving her fully exposed to his hungry gaze. His eyes raked over her, drinking in the sight of her nakedness, and she felt a thrill of both fear and excitement. Sōjūrō's hand moved to her cunt, his fingers gentle despite his rough demeanor, exploring her folds with a curiosity that was both innocent and predatory. She gasped when he found her clit, his thumb circling it with a firm but tender pressure that had her knees buckling.
"Do you like that, Aoko?" he murmured against her neck, his breath hot and ragged. "Tell me what you want."
Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I want you to fuck me," she admitted, the words leaving her mouth without permission.
Sōjūrō's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt, any hint of fear. But all he saw was raw need, a reflection of his own desire. He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving hers as he lined his cock up with her entrance. He was so big that the tip of his cock was already brushing against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Aoko," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and a hint of something more.
With one swift thrust, he filled her completely, her tight virgin pussy stretching around his massive girth. Aoko's eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed out, her nails digging into the bed as she adjusted to the sudden, overwhelming sensation of fullness. "Sōjūrō!" she cried out, his name echoing in the quiet room like a battle cry.
He paused for a moment, giving her time to get used to his size, before he started moving again. His strokes were deep and deliberate, pushing into her with a primal hunger that she found impossible to resist. The feeling of his cock stretching her open was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she reveled in it. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he claimed her in the most primal way possible.
Aoko's hips began to move in time with his, her body instinctively seeking the rhythm that would bring her the most pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples tight and sensitive, begging to be touched. Sōjūrō leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, his tongue teasing the hardened peak as he continued to drive into her. She arched her back, pushing her chest closer to his face, silently begging for more.
Their bodies moved together in a dance that was as old as time itself, each stroke bringing them closer to the brink of climax. Aoko's breath grew ragged as she felt the tension building deep within her, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. She had never felt anything like this before, never knew that her body could respond in such a way.
Sōjūrō's hand snaked down between their bodies, finding her clit and stroking it in time with his thrusts. The combination was too much, and she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed his name, her voice hoarse from the passion that had been building up inside her for so long.
As Aoko's body convulsed around him, Sōjūrō's movements grew more fervent, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into her soaking wet pussy. Each time he pulled out, he could feel her inner walls clinging to him, desperately trying to keep him inside her, and each time he pushed back in, she felt herself stretching to accommodate his massive size.
Her breasts bounced with every impact of their hips, the soft mounds of flesh jiggling in a mesmerizing rhythm. Sweat glistened on her skin, mingling with the scent of their arousal. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to fuck her. Aoko's eyes rolled back, her breath coming in gasps as she felt herself climbing towards another peak of pleasure.
"Sōjūrō, harder," she begged, her voice barely recognizable as her own. He complied, his grip on her hips tightening as he picked up the pace. His strokes grew longer, more demanding, pushing her to the limits of what she thought she could take.
Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. She felt his thumb brush against her clit again, and she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. The pleasure was so intense, she could feel it in every nerve ending, as if her entire body was a live wire.
"Aoko," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Look at me." She opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. There was something almost predatory in the way he was looking at her, something that made her feel both scared and incredibly turned on.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and gruff with need. "I want to watch you come again." His hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her clit once more. He rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, his eyes never leaving hers.
The room was a blur of sensation, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him inside her. He was so much bigger than she had ever imagined, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. She felt her orgasm building again, her muscles tightening around his cock as she tried to hold on for just a few more moments.
But he was relentless, his hips pounding into her, his fingers working her clit with a skill that was both surprising and thrilling. She couldn't take it anymore, and with a keening cry, she came again, her body spasming around his as she lost all control.
Sōjūrō didn't stop, though. If anything, he only grew more aggressive, his hips moving faster and harder. He was going to make her come again, and again, until she was nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess. And the strange thing was, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to feel this way forever.
Her breasts bounced with every movement, the nipples sensitive and aching. She reached up, her hands finding his shoulders, digging her nails in as she tried to anchor herself to reality. But she was already lost, lost in the sea of pleasure that he was creating inside her.
"Aoko, tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. "Tell me you want me to fuck you like this." She could feel the tension in his body, the need for her to submit fully to him. And she did, she wanted it more than anything.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, Sōjūrō, I want it." And with that admission, she gave herself over completely, her body responding to his every touch and demand.
He growled in approval, his thrusts growing even more powerful. "Good job," he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Now come for me again."
And she did, her body shuddering and convulsing as she climaxed for the third time. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so utterly consumed by another person.
As her orgasm subsided, she felt him swell even larger inside her, his own release imminent. "I'm going to come, Aoko," he warned, his voice strained with effort. "Take it all."
And she did, her walls clenching around him as he filled her with his hot, thick cum. The sensation was overwhelming, and she came again, her body wracked with pleasure.
He didn't pull out immediately, instead leaving his cock buried deep inside her as they both caught their breath. His chest was heaving, his muscles glistening with sweat, and she could feel his heart hammering against her back. It was a moment of pure, raw intimacy that she had never shared with anyone before.
Finally, he withdrew, his cock slick with their combined juices. He rolled her over onto her back and leaned over her, his gaze intense as he studied her face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the dominance he had just displayed.
Aoko could only nod, her voice still gone from screaming. She felt... changed. Different. Like she had been claimed by something primal and uncontrollable. And she liked it.
He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth as his hand stroked her cheek. She tasted herself on him, and it was oddly arousing. He broke the kiss and moved down her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her neck and chest.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he watched her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, arching her back to give him better access. His other hand was between her legs, his fingers playing with her still-sensitive clit, keeping the flames of desire stoked.
"Again," she begged, and he complied, pushing her legs apart and entering her again. She was so wet that he slid in easily, the feeling of being so full making her gasp.
This time, he took her in a new position, one that had her legs over his shoulders, and he leaned back, watching as his cock disappeared inside her. It was a sight that would be burned into her memory forever, his thick member plunging in and out of her, stretching her to her limits.
Their eyes locked as he fucked her, their breathing ragged and desperate. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. Despite the aggression, despite the way he was using her body, there was the same tenderness he always had in his gaze.
And as he continued to thrust into her, she realized that she didn't just want this to be a one-time thing. She wanted more of this, more of him. But she didn't know how to say it, so she just held onto him, her nails digging into his arms as she came again, her voice a hoarse scream of pleasure.
Sōjūrō's eyes never left hers, and she could see the satisfaction in them, the hunger for more. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his cock invaded her body. It was like he was claiming every part of her, and she was powerless to resist.
His hands roamed over her body, pinching her nipples, tracing the curves of her hips, and then sliding down to grip her ass firmly. He pulled her closer to him, the angle of his cock changing slightly, and she felt him hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god," she gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. "There, right there."
"You like that?" he growled, increasing the pressure on that spot with each stroke. "Tell me how much you like it."
"I love it," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
He didn't. Instead, he reached down and spread her cheeks, his thumb finding her tight, puckered hole. She tensed up for a moment, unsure of what he was going to do, but then he began to rub it in slow, teasing circles. "Relax," he murmured against her ear. "Trust me. I saw someone do this once in the mountains."
And she did. She trusted him in a way she had never trusted anyone before, and she felt his thumb slip inside her, stretching her even further. It was an odd sensation, but it only added to the pleasure, and she found herself begging for more.
"Please," she whispered, her eyes pleading with his. "I need it."
He grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "As you wish," he said, and she felt something cold and slick being applied to her anus. And then, without warning, he pushed inside her, his thumb moving in rhythm with his cock, stretching her in both places.
Aoko's eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, the sensation of being filled in both holes almost too much to bear. But she didn't want it to end, she wanted more, she needed more. "Sōjūrō," she moaned, her voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop, please, don't ever stop."
He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, and he began to move his thumb faster, pushing her closer to the edge of sanity. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, and she knew that this one was going to be even more intense than the last.
Her body was his playground, and she was the most eager participant. She had never felt so alive, so alive and so utterly consumed by another person's touch. And as she came apart again, she knew that she never wanted it to end. She wanted to be his, to be claimed by him in every way possible.
But as she lay there, panting and exhausted, she couldn't help but wonder what Alice would think if she knew. Would she be jealous? Would she be disgusted? Or would she wish she could be in her place? The thought made Aoko's body respond, her pussy clenching around Sōjūrō's cock. "Again," she demanded, her voice hoarse. "I want more."
Sōjūrō didn't hesitate, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her with a ferocity that made her eyes roll back in her head. His grip on her hips tightened, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh as he held her in place for his relentless assault. He leaned forward, one hand reaching around to pinch and tug at her nipples with merciless precision that made Aoko's toes curl.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, arching her back and pushing herself against his hand. "Harder, Sōjūrō. Make me scream."
He complied, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing deeper into her anus. The fullness was overwhelming, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Aoko's body was a maelstrom of pleasure, her thoughts lost in the whirlwind of sensations.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "Say that you're my property! That's what you wanted to be, isn't it?" His aggression surprised himself more than it surprised her. But it was just what Aoko wanted, wasn't it?
"I'm yours," Aoko whispered, the words torn from her in a gasp as she felt herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm. "I belong to you!"
He fucked her harder, his strokes deep and punishing. She could feel him stretching her, filling her completely with each thrust, and she loved it. Loved the way his body claimed hers, the way he used her for his pleasure without apology.
Her breasts bounced with every impact, the feeling of his calloused thumbs on her sensitive flesh sending bolts of pleasure through her body. His other hand was a blur between her legs, his fingers working her clit as if he had studied every inch of her.
"I'm going to come," she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "Don't stop!"
And he didn't. If anything, he sped up, driving into her with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Aoko's eyes squeezed shut as she came again, her body spasming around him.
But Sōjūrō wasn't done. He pulled out of her pussy, leaving her feeling empty and desperate. "Turn over," he ordered, his voice like a command from a god.
Aoko complied, flipping onto her stomach and pushing her ass up into the air. She felt his hands on her, spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her most private part to his gaze.
"Please," she begged, her voice shaking. "Take me there."
Without a word, he pushed the head of his cock against her tight entrance, and then he was inside her, his thick length filling her completely. The pain was sharp, but it only served to heighten the pleasure.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he began to pump in and out of her ass, his cock slick with her juices. "But you are going to take every single inch. I know you can do it, Aoko."
Aoko's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation of being stretched to her limits unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her nails leaving little half-moons as she tried to ground herself in the face of the overwhelming pleasure. "Sōjūrō!" she screamed, his name a plea on her lips.
He responded with a low growl, his hips slamming into hers with a force that sent shockwaves through her body. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, a claiming of her body that she found she couldn't resist. His hands roamed over her, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard as diamonds, then sliding down to her clit, teasing it in time with his thrusts.
"You're mine," he grunted, his breath hot in her ear as he bent over her. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to fill up." His words were a dark mantra, echoing in her mind as she lost herself in the sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight hole.
"Yes," she gasped, the word torn from her throat. "I'm yours."
He reached back and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes, his gaze piercing her very soul. "Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper.
"I want it," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I want your cock in my ass, Sōjūrō."
Her admission seemed to drive him wild. His pace quickened, his grip on her hair tightened, and she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice a mix of promise and threat.
And she did. With each stroke, he claimed more of her, her body yielding to the relentless assault. The pain had morphed into something else, something dark and delicious that she never knew she craved. Her ass clenched around his shaft, her muscles trying to hold him inside her forever.
"Come for me," he ordered, his hand moving faster over her clit.
Her body responded like it was on a leash, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. She screamed, her vision going white as she felt herself being torn apart and remade in his image. Her pussy gushed, her juices mixing with his pre-cum and making a wet, sloppy sound with every movement.
But he wasn't done with her. Far from it. He kept going, his strokes merciless as he chased his own climax. Aoko's body was his playground, and he was determined to explore every inch of it. He twisted his cock inside her, hitting spots she didn't even know existed, sending her spiraling into another orgasm.
And another.
And another.
It was like he had unlocked some dark, primal part of her that she didn't even know existed. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure and pain.
As he fucked her, she could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in harsh pants. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house, he came, filling her up with his hot seed.
Her own orgasm followed, a final crescendo that left her trembling and weak beneath him.
For a moment, they lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing. And then, with a smug smile, Sōjūrō flopped down onto his back and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth with the same aggression he had shown her body.
"You're mine now," he murmured, his voice warm and gentle.
"I am... I love you Shizuki," Aoko whispered.
Her words were a soft caress in the aftermath of their passionate storm, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazed with desire. Sōjūrō looked at her with a gentle smile, his own eyes filled with something that was more than just friendship. He knew what she wanted, what she needed, and he was more than willing to give it to her.
Aoko's body was still quivering from the last orgasm when she felt him harden again beneath her. She couldn't believe it. Most men she thought were supposed to take time to recover… but Sōjūrō was like a beast, insatiable and ever ready. She felt a thrill of power run through her. This was what it was to be desired, to be needed so badly that a man didn't even need a moment's rest.
With a determined look in her eye, she straddled him once more, her legs shaking slightly with the effort. She took his cock in her hand and lined it up with her wet pussy, then slowly lowered herself onto him. He groaned at the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding him once more, his hands coming up to cup her ass, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh.
"Sōjūrō!" she screamed as he filled her up completely, her walls stretching around his massive girth. She began to rock back and forth, her movements tentative at first, but growing in confidence with each stroke. She watched him closely, his face a mask of pleasure, his eyes never leaving hers.
Alice, curled up on the plush couch in the dimly lit living room, had been trying to concentrate on the pages of her book for what felt like an eternity. The moaning from the bedroom was like a persistent background track, growing louder and more distracting with each passing moment. She had hoped it would die down, but it only grew more intense, a symphony of carnality that seemed to echo through the very walls of the house. She had tried to ignore it, but the sound was so potent that it was like a siren's call, pulling at her curiosity with every gasp and groan.
Finally, the noise grew so loud that it was impossible to focus. So she continued to stare at a book without turning the page for another hour. Alice sighed and placed a bookmark in her book, the title barely legible through the fog of arousal that had started to form in her mind. She knew that Sōjūrō was supposed to be cooking dinner tonight, and the fact that he was clearly neglecting his duties in favor of something more... physical ... only served to pique her interest further. And make her more upset.
Her heart racing, Alice set her book aside and tiptoed down the hallway, her bare feet making almost no sound on the cold, hardwood floor. She paused outside the bedroom door, her hand hovering over the knob, unsure if she wanted to confirm her suspicions. The sounds grew louder, more desperate, and she felt a sudden thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of jealousy. It was unlike anything she had ever heard, and she knew that she couldn't just walk away without seeing for herself.
With a deep breath, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted her was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Sōjūrō, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, was standing at the side of the bed, his massive cock buried deep in Aoko's ass. Aoko's eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles white. Alice's own eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.
Aoko's eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder, her gaze locking onto Alice's. For a moment, there was a silent exchange, one of surprise and need. Then, with a mischievous glint, Aoko reached out and grabbed Alice's wrist, pulling her into the room.
"Your turn," she gasped out, her voice strained with the effort of speaking through her pleasure. She pushed Alice towards Sōjūrō, who looked just as surprised as Alice felt. Aoko collapsed onto the bed, her body a quivering mess of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Sōjūrō didn't miss a beat, though. He caught Alice with ease, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as she stumbled closer. The heat of his body washed over her, and she could feel his still-hard cock pressing against her stomach. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of protest, but all he saw was a mix of shock and something else - something that made his cock throb even more.
"But, I..." Alice began, her voice trailing off as Sōjūrō's hand moved to her chest, squeezing her breasts gently. The sensation was overwhelming, and she found herself leaning into his touch despite her protests. His hands gently peeled off her clothes as she did nothing to stop him.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble in the tense room. "You're a part of this now, Alice. Aoko says that you need this."
And with that, he lifted her off her feet, turning her so that she was on her hands and knees. Alice felt a rush of cold air against her wet pussy as Sōjūrō positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her entrance. She gasped as he pushed in, filling her just as he had Aoko. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before.
Aoko, lying on her back, couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as she watched Alice's body react to Sōjūrō's dominance. Despite her own exhaustion, she found herself drawn to Alice's bouncing tits, which kept brushing against her cheek. The softness, the weight, it was all so... tempting.
With a groan, Sōjūrō began to move, his hips slamming into Alice with a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisite. Alice's eyes rolled back in her head, her body moving instinctively to meet his thrusts. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the occasional whine that escaped her lips.
But it was the feel of Alice's tits against her cheek that was really driving Aoko wild. She reached out, her hand wrapping around one of the perfect globes of flesh, squeezing gently. Alice let out a muffled moan, her body jerking as Aoko's thumb grazed her sensitive nipple. The contact was electric, and Aoko found herself craving more.
"Alice, your tits are so small but they are perfect," Aoko murmured, her voice thick with lust. She could hear Sōjūrō's cock moving inside Alice, and the idea of being sandwiched between them was almost too much to bear. She squeezed harder, watching with hooded eyes as Alice's body responded to the dual assault of pleasure.
Alice's eyes snapped open, and she looked down at Aoko, her face flushed with arousal. "S-Stop..." she panted, but it was clear that she didn't really mean it. Her voice was breathless, her eyes glazed over with desire.
"Why?" Aoko demanded, her own voice a whispered challenge.
Alice's eyes met Aoko's, her vision swimming with pleasure. She had no words, no explanation. She just knew that she didn't want this to stop. The feel of Sōjūrō's cock inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if her body had been made for this - to be filled, to be used, to be pleasured by his relentless strength.
And then Aoko's hand was there, squeezing her breast, and the sensation was too much. She arched her back, pushing her chest closer to Aoko's face, and the pressure on her nipple grew. Aoko took the hint, her mouth closing around the sensitive peak, sucking and biting, drawing another moan from Alice's lips. The pain was sharp, but it only heightened the pleasure coursing through her body.
Sōjūrō's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing more powerful, and Alice felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. Aoko's teeth grazed her skin, nipping and biting at her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Alice's eyes rolled back, and she moaned incoherently, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within her.
Aoko's other hand slid up Alice's back, her nails digging into her skin as she held her in place. Alice's tits bobbed and brushed against Aoko's cheek with each thrust from Sōjūrō, the friction sending shivers down her spine. Despite the discomfort, Aoko couldn't get enough, her hand moving to the other breast to squeeze and pinch. Alice's breath hitched, and she felt her pussy clench around Sōjūrō's cock, her orgasm approaching like a freight train.
But it was the sudden pressure of Aoko's mouth on hers that sent Alice over the edge. The kiss was rough, demanding, and it stole the last of her breath away. Alice could taste a hint of something salty but sweet on Aoko's tongue... was that... Alice's body convulsed, her back arching as she screamed Sōjūrō's name into Aoko's mouth. She felt Aoko's tongue invade her, the other girl's teeth nipping at her bottom lip as they kissed with a passion that matched the frenzied rhythm of their bodies. It was as if Aoko was claiming her, too, making it clear that she wasn't just a spectator in this scene of depravity.
The world narrowed to the sensation of Sōjūrō's cock moving inside her, the feel of Aoko's tongue in her mouth, and the painful ecstasy of her breasts being manhandled by her roommate. Alice's legs trembled, her muscles screaming for release as she felt the pressure building up again, her pussy already begging for more. She was lost in the overwhelming sensations, unable to think of anything but the two people who now owned her body.
Sōjūrō's strokes grew slower, more deliberate, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his voice a gentle contrast to the brutal way he was fucking her. His hand moved to her clit, and with each thrust, he rubbed the sensitive bud, pushing Alice closer and closer to another orgasm.
"Alice... Alice," he murmured, his voice low and urgent. "You're so tight... so good."
The words sent a shiver through her, and she moaned into Aoko's mouth. Aoko's hand was now kneading both her breasts, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, and it was all Alice could do to keep herself from collapsing under the weight of the pleasure.
I need... need you... I..." she managed to gasp out, the words muffled by Aoko's mouth.
Sōjūrō chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. He obliged her, his cock slamming into her with renewed vigor. Alice's eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she felt another orgasm building, hot and unstoppable. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Sōjūrō's cock inside her, filling her completely.
And then Aoko's hand was between them, her fingers teasing Alice's clit in time with Sōjūrō's thrusts. The added stimulation was too much, and Alice's body bucked, her pussy clenching down on his cock as she screamed into the kiss. Aoko's eyes gleamed with triumph, her own desire growing as she watched Alice's reaction. She whispered sweet nothings into Alice's ear, her breath hot and ragged. "You like that, don't you?"
Alice's response was a garbled moan, her body too far gone to form coherent words. Sōjūrō's cock was a constant presence, filling her so completely that she felt like she might shatter at any moment. And now, Aoko's touch added a new dimension of pleasure, her nails scraping lightly over her sensitive flesh.
Alice felt her orgasm building again, a relentless wave that threatened to consume her. She didn't know if she could handle another, but she didn't have a choice. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. Aoko's mouth was everywhere - kissing her neck, her shoulder, her ear - and she could feel the other girl's breasts pressed against her side, the hardened nipples leaving trails of fire on her skin.
Their bodies moved in a sinuous dance of lust, the three of them intertwined in a tapestry of passion. Sōjūrō's hand slipped down to grasp Alice's hip, his grip tight as he pounded into her. His breath was hot against her neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
Alice could feel the beginnings of his climax, the way his cock swelled even more inside her. But she knew he wasn't close - not yet. He was a beast in bed, drawing out the pleasure until she was nothing but a trembling wreck beneath him. And as much as she wanted it to end, she also didn't want it to stop. The feeling of being used, of being claimed by both of them, was a heady drug that she hadn't known she craved.
Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with their ragged breaths and desperate moans. Aoko's hand slid up to cup one of Alice's breasts, her thumb flicking the nipple as Sōjūrō's cock pounded into her. Alice's eyes rolled back, and she couldn't help but push her chest back into Aoko's grasp.
The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that played across her body. She felt Aoko's teeth nip at her neck, the sharp pain only serving to fuel the fire between her legs. And then Sōjūrō's hand was on her clit again, his touch so precise that it was as if he knew every inch of her body, every spot that made her scream.
Alice's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath and making her vision swim. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and trembling. But Sōjūrō wasn't done with her yet. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and before she could even protest, he flipped her over onto her back next to Aoko. He slammed back into her, his eyes locked onto hers, his expression one of fierce determination.
"I'm not stopping until I've had enough," he growled, his voice a low rumble in his chest. And Alice knew she was in for a long night of pleasure and pain, of being claimed by the two people she never thought she'd share a bed with- one of whom was the man she loved more than any other.
Their rhythm grew frantic, the squeaking of the bed the only sound in the room. Alice's tits bounced with every thrust, and Aoko took full advantage, leaning over to capture one in her mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive peak. The feeling was indescribable, a maelstrom of sensation that left Alice writhing beneath them. Aoko was obsessed with Alice's smaller breasts and did not let up her ministrations for a second.
"Fuck... fuck me harder," Alice begged, her voice barely a whisper. She didn't recognize herself, didn't know where this wanton creature had come from. But she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed more, needed them both to take her over the edge again and again. "I want to feel the man I love cum inside of me!"
Sōjūrō's pace grew erratic, his eyes glazed with lust. His strokes grew longer, harder, as if trying to claim her soul with every thrust. Alice voluntarily would give it to him. Aoko's mouth was a wet, hot presence on her nipple, the pleasure almost too intense for Alice to handle. She felt her body tighten around him, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice as she hurtled towards another climax.
And then Aoko's hand was back, sliding between their bodies to rub at her clit with a fierce, almost punishing touch. The pleasure was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the gentle kisses she was raining down on Alice's neck. Alice's back arched, her nails digging into the bed as she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a knife. She could feel Sōjūrō's cock swelling, his grip on her hips tightening as he neared his peak.
"Fuck... A-Alice," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're so... so perfect."
Alice's eyes snapped open, meeting Aoko's gaze. There was something in those blue depths that she hadn't seen before - a hunger, a need that mirrored her own. And for a moment, she understood. They were all caught in this whirlwind of passion, each one feeding off the other's desire. It was more than just sex - it was a declaration of war on the boundaries they'd held so tightly to for so long.
Aoko's hand never stopped moving, her thumb circling Alice's clit with a precision that was almost scary. And Alice felt herself rising again, her body responding despite her exhaustion. She couldn't help it - she was a whirlwind of sensation, a maelstrom of need and want that threatened to consume her.
"I love you," Alice gasped out, the words spilling from her lips unbidden. "I love you both."
The room stilled for a moment, the only sound their ragged breathing. Then Aoko's eyes lit up, and she leaned in to kiss Alice again, her hand still working its magic on her clit. The kiss was soft, almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutal way she'd taken her moments before.
Sōjūrō's strokes grew slower, his breathing even as he savored the moment. Alice could feel his cock pulsing inside her, the heat of his release imminent. And as they kissed, she felt the first tremors of his orgasm, the way his body tensed and then released, filling her up with his seed.
With a final, guttural groan, Sōjūrō collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing into her and Aoko. They lay there for a moment, the three of them tangled together in a sweaty mess of limbs. Alice's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.
Aoko's hand stilled on her clit, her breath warm against Alice's neck. They lay there, silent, their hearts pounding in unison. And in that moment, Alice knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Slowly, Sōjūrō pulled out, rolling to the side. The emptiness was almost painful, a stark reminder of what had just happened. Alice looked up at him, her eyes wide with wonder. He offered her a gentle smile, his eyes still dark with desire.
"I... I didn't know it could be like this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sōjūrō reached out to trace her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Neither did I," he admitted. "But I'm so glad it is."
Aoko rolled over, propping herself up on her elbow. "Me too," she said, her voice soft. "Me too."
The three of them lay there, their hearts racing, their bodies still echoing with the aftermath of their passion. It was a strange, beautiful moment - one that none of them would ever forget. And as they lay there, tangled together, they knew that their lives had been irrevocably changed.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent reminder of their shared experience. Alice looked from Sōjūrō to Aoko, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn't felt in a long time.
"I... I love you both... more than anything... that probably won't end well for any of us..."
Aoko squeezed Alice's thigh. "But we'll fight for this, find a way to break the inevitable fate of a witch... together."
"Together," Sōjūrō echoed. Alice beamed and curled up against Sōjūrō's shoulder.
A/N: That was fun although I think Sōjūrō's dialogue is very poor during the sex and didn't reflect his Sōjūrō-ness enough. Wasn't sure how to keep him in character there so at the time thought him flipping to a total dominant after Aoko asked to be objectified with hints of caring was the move, but in hindsight, eh didn't work as well as I thought. Very fun threesome though. Hopefully you all feel he lived up to the peerless description given to him by Nasu. Somehow that's a real thing he said.
Sōjūrō is masturbating to Touko because I originally had it as Alice, but I couldn't see a world where Sōjūrō fantasizes about his best friends without consent- or anyone for that matter, but he's not really gonna masturbate to an anime girl when he's never seen an anime so... Sōjūrō actually likes Touko and constantly calls them the same as Aoko in his thoughts everytime Aoko claims they are different- even when it's about wanting to reach the root? (His perception of character development is unhinged). I don't really think he would objectify Touko in his fantasies either, but it had to be someone and she would both trigger Aoko the most, and be someone he knows but isn't at all close to.
Sōjūrō being peerless in bed makes him pretty much impossible to NTR when he's in a relationship, so I will be rejecting all prompts that request that outright. Sorry, it's canon! My hands are tied!
Idk how I'm supposed to spell Sōjūrō, I've seen it spelled three ways. I know people really don't like the NA localization version of Soujyuro, which I get cause yeah. The most common version is Soujuurou which fans used before the localization, but I'll be real, my brain can't comprehend and remember that spelling. Sōjūrō is less common because it's harder to type on a normal keyboard (need Maori keyboard installed), but I'm pretty sure it's technically the most correct. Shirō is also technically more correct than Shirou, so not going to pretend that's my reason, it's mostly my spelling issues.
Next chapter is my least favorite, but maybe some people will enjoy it. It's my first attempt at having the NTR'd watch the NTR happen and I had no idea what I was doing. And then I had Shirou sort of turn it into a double NTR thing where he also fucks someone close to them- the idea was fun, but idk was over my head and twisted in knots the entire time trying to write shit I don't feel like I can. The next chapter will be out Tuesday. The one after that will be one of the best chapters yet though, so uh look forward to that instead.
If you want to make me happy with your prompt submissions, then give me stuff with the Crypters. I have two Ophelia prompts, one with Kadoc, three with Yu Mei-Ren, and that is it. I need more love for them. Or give me more Shirou/Ritsuka, it's a suggestion to make me more happy, not a requirement.
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