Chapter 0 - Kiss Demon

Kissing

Chloe succeeds in laying her lips on the silver-haired girl, experiencing something new


Kids are the bane of Chris' existence. She was not hating children per se, more like was unable to handle them. And taking care of one was just a hassle that would stretch beyond her understanding.
 
Her kouhais were fine, quite close to her age by around 2 years margin, also high schoolers as well. The fact that they also share a similar background helped a bit in it, making her their senpai as much as school-related stuff as in life itself.
 
She remembered this particular encounter and interaction with children. It was quite the headache just trying to understand the situation the sibling got themselves in. That those two kids lost sight of their father and were looking for him... Turned out, walking them haphazardly around the evening streets was utterly simpler than making full light of their situation.
 
Anyway, Chris' stance about kids was that they are awful to deal with, the younger they are.
 
So, how did she end up like this?
 
 
That sun-kissed skin, precocious girl, obviously in middle school, that act a bit too perverted for her age, Chloe Von Einzbern.
 
Chris would have no claim to say that she was the worst of the worst.
 
The girl was truly an amalgam of everything she dislikes, a brat, no respect for her elder, and rude. Her whole behavior as well; Who, in their right mind, tries to kiss a stranger when meeting them for the first time!? The girl was something else entirely, and she dealt with Finé on a personal, intimate level.
 
She would further attest to that in regard to her current predicament.
 
Chris has no idea how it happened, one moment the two were dealing with their opponents amidst the forest on the outskirts of a beach.
 
After dealing with them, with a bit of difficulty on her part, she noticed Chloe didn't seem to go well, spurring her to get to her side to check on her sudden comrade in arms.
 
She now suspects it was a ploy to lower her guard, because the next instant, arms flew around her neck, bringing her whole body down, and before she could fully voice her surprise or complaint that warm, soft lips collided with her own.
 
She was getting kissed. The girl that she fought side by side moments ago tricked her in order to steal a kiss from her. And it was not a chaste one, but full lips touching and molding to her own for a forceful lip-lock.
 
Of course, Chris could only be surprised for so long before attempting to take control of the situation, primarily prying her lips as well as her body away from the girl.
 
"Hnng," But she couldn't, Chloe’s lips following in whatever direction she is leaning toward, gaining barely a second before they were back on hers. Her eyes widened at a new realization when feeling the restraining arms tightening around her.
 
She was pinned down in a totally different way since she was the one on top, seemingly on all four preying on the younger girl. When instead, she was the one trapped, her fingers digging into the soil of the ground, catching a handful of dirt in tight fists as she stubbornly tried to pry herself away from the vixen while releasing small whimpers during the ordeal.
 
When amethyst met amber, Chris could swear to feel Chloe smirking against her lips, angering her into getting away, even more, shaking her head left and right, but without any better success.
 
Her legs weren't staying idle either, working them in a position in order to stand on her feet, the brat might hold tremendous strength in holding her down, but she remains a lightweight, something easily lifetable when she could lift a car with the Symphogear performances help.
 
This plan skillfully failed in front of her offender's quirkiness, Chloe manipulating her legs, passing from Chris' advantageous straddling position to having her legs moved between hers, allowing Chloe to throw hers around Chris’ waist and sealing any chances of escape by locking her ankles together.
 
Chris was now at the physical mercy of the younger girl, and Chloe couldn't be happier to have completed all these steps to permanently trap the busty girl against her like this.
 
She was quick to show it, flicking her tongue against closed lips, barely leaving a centimeter with each lips contact as she insisted on entering her partner's mouth.
 
A sudden whimper, almost moan caused by the tightening of her hold on her happens to be Chris' downfall. The sound she tried to emit forced her lips open so briefly, but an opportunity eagerly awaited upon by Chloe who manages to slip her tongue between the plump lips of the high-school girl.
 
A mayhem of sensation overwhelmed Chris' being when her tongue enters into contact with Chloe's own sensory organ.
 
A first jolt of electricity coursed throughout her body, followed by a gentle heat warming her from the inside.
 
Her tongue was coerced into a lewd dance against her will, wrapped and scooped from its home to be sucked greedily into Chloe's mouth, then letting go briefly before renewing the contact.
 
It was not Chris' first kiss, so she has nothing to mourn or be overly pissed about. Though, what she was feeling, or maybe made to feel was concerning to her.
 
It was kind of great. All previous kisses she had against her will were just a disgusting memory to erase from her mind, no exception. And yet the one she was having was currently pushing buttons that shouldn't be touched, heated her body in a manner she refused to acknowledge.
 
'What is she doing to me?!' She yells in her mind, becoming all too aware of the close proximity she has with the magical being, her heavy chest gently pressing against the brat holding her down more and more.
 
 
On her side, Chloe couldn't believe her luck in finding such an easy, first-rate mana giver. It was not the first time she attempts to kiss this girl, Yukine Chris. The first time resulted in an outstanding failure in having part of her already limited mana sucked from her instead of the opposite.
 
Then she learned about the supposed nonexistence of magic knowledge in this world, by extension mana, and got a bit worried to have to rely exclusively on her sister Illya and friend Miyu for replenishing.
 
Kissing that girl with cow-like mammary for boobs was just supposed to be a tip-off for her mana reserves, just to get her around until meeting up with Illya or Miyu and having a real amount of mana supplied to her.
 
But it truly was not necessary. Chloe has no idea of the how from the what for the why, but she was getting the biggest top off of her life, like having found a giant oasis in the middle of a desert.
 
'She tastes so damn good!!!'
 
Chloe never put thought into comparing mana transfer taste with the different partners she had, merely the amount of mana received from each. Even if the process relies heavily on her partner's saliva, coaxing as much as possible to get the most mana in a timely manner, comparing flavors was not really at the forefront of her mind during those moments. And while each individual has its own unique taste, she never once raises the subject as they are in some way fundamentally similar, when her giver didn't ingest any kind of food. She remembered the time Illya tried to escape the routine by eating something they both disliked once, not a pleasant experience for either of them, especially for the little time it protects the ashen blond-haired sister.
 
And yet, 'sweet' was the first thought entering Chloe’s mind and lingering around when thinking about the Symphogear girl's saliva. It was just so sugary that Chloe was fearing easily getting addicted and having to check for cavities later on. Like filling your mouth with melted sugar, that how sweet it was.
 
And yet, she keeps at it, slurping the living out of her partner's nectar from the source, wrapping her tongue around Chris', inviting it into her oral cavern, and sucking on it for more of the honey-like nectar.
 
The world around her had gradually faded from her mind, solely focused on her partner's mouth and the sweet slime coating the inside. To the point, she was clueless about the shift of her partner slowly participating and returning the kiss or the arms circling her body and embracing her.
 
 
'What's happening, why I'm doing this?'
 
On Chris' part, both her body and mind were at odds with each other, the former fully committed to the action with passionate, active participation. The latter trying to understand why she couldn't control her body.
 
The first indicator of losing control was due to the sudden, growing decline in strength, her initial position of all four was ended when her arms crumble under her weight, forcing her to lie on her partner herself. With her fall resulted in directly coming into contact with her oppressor, her abundant chest pancaking against juvenile one, Chloe's crotch bucking to some extent against her lower abdomen.
 
But this was only the next part of the iceberg, the following was the pleasure getting clearer, the heat felt beforehand vanishing for it and wrapping her mind around it.
 
Then came the realization of her body moving on its own, hugging and reciprocating her partner's actions and giving her what she wanted from her.
 
By now she couldn't tell at which point she has closed her eyes, but at the same time, she was reluctant to open them again. The image of a smirking brat looking at her, almost asking if she was liking what they were doing, was enough to paralyze her from doing so.
 
Instead, she finally, reluctantly decides to let go. As reluctant as she was, or that she doesn't want the situation she was in. She was nonetheless, trapped, her body acting on its own, and her mind too muddled and swimming in sensation she shouldn’t allow.
 
And so, Chris lets out a muffled moan against her attacker, her curvy form grinding against the younger one as arousal begins to creep on her body.
 
Chloe welcomes her prey's surrender, claiming full control of the situation, drinking each moan, whimper, whine, or any sound the busty girl was letting out as she herself to grind her body back against her partner, always moving in opposite directions for maximum friction and arousal to her mana giver.
 
It took too long for the middle-schooler to reverse their position, the roll performed with a smoothness betrayed a clear experience, or maybe knowledge fueling a capable body, from the young girl.
 
With Chris waning strength, it was too easy for Chloe to pin the older girl down, straddling her before reaching for the arms around her self, pining them as well to the ground by her partner's head sides, kneading and interlacing fingers together while feasting on the oral cavity offered to her.
 
With the change, and gravity on her side, it was easier for Chloe to let saliva pours into Chris' mouth, then use her tongue to swirl it around, collecting Chris' own, the two fluids creating a nice mixture of their combined essence, and then slurping it out from her nice and slow, feeling it slide down her throat when swallowing it, and jolting her body with both power, pleasure and unresolved sexual arousal.
 
She repeats the process again, and again, and again, filling Chris' mouth with spit, coercing the owner to produce her own by probing with her tongue against the other’s slimy organ to generate her new favorite cocktail, before collecting all of it for her own pleasure and tastebud, drinking it to the last drop before starting again.
 
Chloe’s mana reserves had been hitting full capacity for a while already, which, based on her experience almost guarantees a week without needing recharging at best. She only continued partaking in this over-the-top mana transfer just to relish in another, multiple generous samples of Chris' lovely, tasty fluid.
 
When the young girl, at last, parts away from her seemingly unresponsive partner with thick webs of spit linking their lips, snapping once stretched too far and thin, she was faced with a clouded-eyed, flushed Chris wearing her red dress for some reason, the previous red armor she wore gone.
 
The vixen was faring just a bit better, her own eyes clouded with lingering pleasure and desire, licking her lips for any remnant of her prey's state on her self absently, then swallowing the far too small amount collected, and relishing in the aftertaste still tingling her palate.
 
"Best mana transfer ever," the young girl moans to herself, leaning forward toward Chris' face, roaming her tongue to clean the quietly panting girl's visage, then slipping it between parted lips once more to scoop the oral appendage, closing her lips around it and sucking it one long, last time before letting it pop out back where it belongs, accompanied by another lovely sound from the candidate.
 
Chloe instinctively bites her bottom lips at the gorgeous sight displayed in front of her as her eyes clear, mental function impaired with lust coming back to normal as the situation she was in sinks in.
 
It was bad, she knows as much.
 
As if jerked around a reminder, she looks around erratically, 'How much time has passed ?!' She thoughts alarmed, checking for any sign of life around them that could be a witness to her actions as well as a potential pain in the ass if her sister was informed.
 
Finding nobody, Chloe allows herself a sigh of relief, having assaulted somebody with nobody around to tell on her.
 
Her eyes fall back on the drained girl beneath her, her gaze roaming on cute looking face still smeared with remnants of her saliva after the cleaning she had performed, moving south to an opulent chest and staying there to contemplate the rounder of the two mounds of clothed flesh.
 
"Ahnn~"
 
Chloe's hands flew back away, now realizing that she had lost herself in the sight and was in the process of feeling the weakened girl.
 
"Get your shit together, Chloe! You can’t lose more time than you had already!" She chastises herself while shaking her head to re-center her thought.
 
Getting up from her straddling position, Chloe notices a trail of vaginal fluid webbing from her crotch to the other girl's clothes before snapping.
 
"Fuck, did I really got so turned on from kissing her," she mumbles to herself in disbelief, touching the soaked area between her leg with her fingers and staring at her own arousal webbing between her stretched fingers.
 
She sucks them clean, forcing every naughty thought down along the way. While masturbating was tempting, now was not the time for her to indulge herself in this.
 
She needs to get the move on, meeting with the others, hopefully, before they start looking for the two of them and stalling them long enough for the silver-haired to recover and join them on her own.
 
'Hopefully, she won't tattle on me to Illya for this,' she thought as let go of her transformation, reverting back to her denim dungaree shorts with one suspender unbuckled, green tank top and her necklace adorning a ring and two fangs, her hair adorning a Japanese bun, switching back to her usual side ponytail.
 
She then heads in direction of the last location she parted with the group, licking her lips absently and finding faint traces of sweetness. "She did taste amazing though, wouldn't mind a repeat." She says with longing in her eyes toward the prone older girl.
