Chapter 1 - Making Your Acquaintance

There was no doubt in Tsukune’s mind that he loved Moka, but by God was her inner self intimidating. Holding the Rosary in his hand, he was graced with the sight of a vampiric vision of beauty and sheer sex appeal. Beautiful red eyes set in a no nonsense, heart shaped face frowned back at him as Tsukune’s own eyes drifted lower to the barely restrained chest pressuring the buttons of bubblegum pink Moka’s EXTREMELY tight uniform. 


Below that, past her sinfully trim waist and broad hips was her casual brown skirt, shortened to a scandalous degree until the hem sat almost above the pink crotch of her panties, barely covering the mound of her pussy and hiding it from view when the slightest tilt of her hips exposed her to the world.


“Why have you called me so suddenly?” Inner Moka huffed, demanding an explanation from the ever so slightly scared form of Tsukune as he hunched under the weight of her glare. Impatient at the knowledge that they didn’t appear to be in danger and they certainly didn’t have any plans, she began restlessly tapping her foot.


“Umm, it's just that, well, there’s someone here to meet you?” His statement trailed off into a question under Inner Moka’s intense stare.


“Well? Who is it then?” She gave a frustrated flip of her silver hair at his needless dragging of the conversation.


“W-well, it's some guy called Kei?” the stammer finally drew her attention, red eyes burning into him as he returned her stare, but with blatant curiosity shining through.


With her eyes widening in recognition at the name and a snarl crawling forward to bite at Tsukune, Inner Moka crossed her arms and jerked her head in the direction of the door.


“Why didn’t you say something sooner then!? Hurry up and bring him in!” Her angry shout caused Tsukune to instinctively flinch at the volume, right before he stumbled back through the hall, sputtering apologies as he scurried to show their guest in and leaving Inner Moka alone.


Face settling back into a simple frown, Inner Moka continued tapping her foot as her thoughts turned to her surprise visitor. Oh yes, they had met. A rude, lazy, sloppy bastard of a boy who had dared to ignore her presence. Having the sheer gall to act indifferent towards her repeated demands for attention, he had gone even further to draw her ire as she finally captured his focus, casually waving away the might of a clearly Pure Blood vampire and fearlessly staring right at her massive chest.


Inner Moka knew she was beautiful, she saw it in the whimpering eyes of every coward and loser who saw her, panting at first sight but dropping their gaze due to the sheer intimidation she brought into existence. But Kei was different. Eye’s locked on her chest, perverted leer lighting up his features, he’d had the sheer guts to demand that she “lighten up” and do a twirl! Just so he could set his eyes on her magnificent, jutting rear! Yes, Kei was different, and his foolhardy nonchalance toward a clearly superior creature such as her had successfully captured Inner Moka’s interest.


It was obviously his personality that did so, not the massive overbearing schlong he carried at the bottom of his torso, or those mighty pendulous balls he casually went about swinging every which way, oozing virility and bitch breeding potential. Just thinking of Kei’s sheer abomination he called his crotch had a blush springing to her porcelain complexion, colour deepening as she thought back on the time he’d exposed himself to her.


He’d calmly ignored her and brought to bear that monstrously large cock of his, pre-cum oozing as easy as lesser men breathed. She’d watched in horrified fascination as he stood to the side and looked as if he was orgasming, right there! But to her shock and reluctant awe, he had simply been taking a piss and his sheer potency had caused him to grunt out what would have been another man's cumshot to simply clear out the pipes!


Yes, to Inner Moka, Kei was very interesting indeed.


She saw no problem with recognising that clear fact, whether she had a boyfriend in Tsukune or not.


Speaking of Tsukune, he was the one to drag her from her thoughts, returning with Kei in tow. Gazing upon him once more, Inner Moka can’t help but instinctively give her long hair an arrogant flip, exposing her flawless neck and drawing attention to her heaving breasts. Striding forward imperiously, she doesn’t notice the almost imperceptible sway she adds to her hips for Kei’s pleasure.


Coming to a stop in front of him, bust pushed forward ever so slightly, her actions are immediately rewarded as his eyes lock on once more on her cleavage, reminiscent of the first day they’d met. Coincidentally, her own eyes zero in on the bulging crotch of his pants, reluctantly acknowledging the fact that his impressive stature is just as awe inspiring as it was when last she saw him.


“What’s poppin, Bimbo?” Kei’s obnoxious greeting rocks her from her observations, drawing an unnoticed, by both parties, look of scandalised shock to Tsukune’s face at Kei’s attitude.


Hand on her hip and one long leg straightening to offer up more of Inner Moka’s scrumptious thigh meat to be admired, she gives a hearty scoff as a grin twists at her lips.


“Ha! What, is that how you say hello now? No “give me a twirl”, Bastard?” Inner Moka mocks while Tsukune ends up even more lost and confused at the strange interaction happening in front of him, just as Inner Moka steps even closer to Kei, arms squeezing and lifting her breasts towards their guest as she bends slightly, pushing her ass out behind her.


Tsukune, green with envy at the attention she was paying to Kei, but too trusting to interfere lets out a hesitant “Twirl?” as he still tries to piece together Inner Moka’s previous statement.


“Don’t concern yourself with it, Tsukune.” Inner Moka orders him, only paying half hearted attention to him as she focuses heatedly on Kei.


Marching right up to her, bold and aggressive, Kei smirks at her attitude as he continues enjoying the free show she’s giving him.


“Nah, this is a good look for you. I like this angle, it's enough… for now.” The smug sense of self superiority wafts off of him, uncaring of her boyfriend who’s at his back or his disrespectful tone towards a being who could snap him like a twig. Inner Moka, instead of being offended, cracks a pleased grin and shifts both hands onto her hips, straightening her back and puffing up her chest as she looks down her nose at him.


“Of course you do!” She scoffs, “Troglodyte you may be, but at least you have a good taste in the female form!”


Tsukune chokes on his own saliva at her words, coughing and looking alarmed as he finally gets a  hold of Inner Moka’s attention.


“H-h-how long have you two known eachother again?” Trying to make some sense of their obvious closeness, hoping that maybe Kei would turn out to be her gay childhood friend.


“Hmph! Long enough for him to have learnt how to address his betters! An S-Class monster is still S-Class after all, no matter how busty or curvaceous!” Inner Moka’s very unhelpful answer crashes into Tsukune, who sweatdropped at her arrogance and looks on, uncertain of how she seems to be pressing up to Kei.


Brazenly pressing their foreheads together, Inner Moka sends a challengingly stare at Kei, nose twitching at his own smug smile.


“Well, bastard? Have you learnt your place yet?” Her heated whisper washes over Kei’s lips, which widen at the question.


“Why, of course I have!” Kei growls right back at her, a tense silence erecting itself between them as they both seem to wait for some invisible signal.


Suddenly, like a viper, Inner Moka’s hands shoot to his collar and yank him forward, sending his lips crashing into her own plump red cock pillows as she melts against his chest, arms letting him go only to coil their way around his neck as their tongues slap and writhe together, spit flying and mouths violated by their sloppy duel.


Kei doesn’t remain idle however, his hands immediately reaching far behind her before he brings them slamming back into her wobbling ass cheeks, waves rippling across her milky flesh as he latches on, taking a fierce grip and leaving crimson marks on her previously unmarred flesh.


Tsukune is left to watch on in disbelief, incapable of processing just what's happening right in front of him as his psyche desperately latches onto the thought that this is just some supernatural, foreign tradition of greeting to preserve his crumbling mental state. Trying to ignore the sight of his girlfriend being tongue fucked by another man, Tsukune weakly tries to continue the conversation.


“S-s-so Kei, what, urgh, what are you here for, exactly?” Tsukune finally manages to force the words out, hanging with all his might onto his polite attitude as Kei sends a particularly vicious slap across inner Moka’s behind as she squeak’s and almost seems to try dry humping Kei while standing.


Finally breaking away from the kiss, spit strands still connecting them, Inner Moka takes a step backwards and wipes at her mouth, flawlessly recomposing herself to look like nothing had even occurred… If, like Tsukune, you ignored the look of hunger she was shooting Kei’s way.


“Yes, I would like to know too. Who do you think you are, showing up at my door unannounced you damn Bastard?” Her words don’t match her tone, voice coming out light and civil to carry the confrontational language as she runs her eyes up and down his body, repeatedly getting stuck on his bulge as she does so.


“Not like I wanted to come to this dump. But I need a bitch to take to the Youkai Prom coming up, and some busty bimbo might make the night bearable.” Kei’s rude answer drops Tsukune’s mouth wide open, while Inner Moka throws her head back and laughs at the admission. Cocking a hip while she tosses her hair over her shoulder, Inner Moka’s certainly nailed the arrogant Prom Queen look as she looks appraisingly at Kei’s irritated expression.


“And of course, you thought of me! Of course you’d want nothing less than the best. Impeccable taste as always.” Her complement sounds more mocking than anything, clearly pleased by the idea that his thoughts had immediately shot to her in his need for a hot date.


Meanwhile, Tsukune is busy imitating a fish, swinging his head from Kei to Inner Moka and looking mightily concerned at what wasn’t an immediate ‘No’ from his girlfriend to their obnoxious guests statement.


Inner Moka continues looking smug as Tsukune grows increasingly alarmed, right until both of their thought processes grind to a halt at Kei’s next sentence.


“Actually, I was looking to get that slut Kurumu’s number. Those massive tits of hers should do the trick.” His teasing grin and obvious sense of victory at slapping Inner Moka in the face with his words shines bright as Moka stares at him, annoyed but somehow reluctantly amused at his antics.


Dumb Bastard Inner Moka felt her eye twitch, thoughts sharp and biting He’s got some nerve! Why would he settle for that worthless harlot. My tits are OBVIOUSLY more impressive than that saggy cow! However, her thoughts go unheard as she mulls over his efforts to so obviously bait her ire, pretending that someone as magnificent as her would be so easy to overlook and replace.


Tsukune continues to stand there, appalled by Kei’s horrendous personality and attitude towards his friends but offers his assistance anyway.


“Ummm, if it’s Kurumu you’re looking for, you can wait here, I guess? She tends to drop by pretty regularly, usually at Moka’s room before heading to the Clubroom. I can probably go find her, if you want…” He trails off, eager to find Kurumu and get this jerk out of here and away from Moka as soon as possible.


“That sounds like an excellent suggestion!” Inner Moka nods decisively at Tsukune’s offer, “You run along and find that ditzy bint. I need to stay here, teach some manners to our guest here.” The threatening words spill forth, aura darkening as Inner Moka plots clear yet unknown retribution towards Kei, who’s not shaken in the least and continues to grin as Tsukune’s knees start to knock together in fear. Prowling forward, Inner Moka comes to a stop at Kei’s side as her ass is clutched by one big meaty hand, rolling her cheek in his palm as if it were dough as she stares directly and shamelessly at Tsukune.


“Get going now, we need to have our private chat.”


As Tsukune stumbles out the door, Inner Moka follows behind, placing both hands on the door and slamming it behind her retreating boyfriend. Keeping her palms planted there, Inner Moka wastes no time in arching her back, keeping her legs perfectly straight as her ass waves behind her, a sheer cliff wall of jiggling derriere as she refuses to look at the Bastard behind her.


After a few moments of her free, wobbling display she pushes herself off the door before spinning around, skirt flying and twirling around her hips, everything from her waist to her thighs flashing without a care in the world. Locking the door behind her back, Inner Moka struts straight up to Kei who’s simply stood there, enjoying her cock hardening tantrum.


“I am an S-Class, Pureblood Vampire...” She purred dangerously, inching her face closer. “I am an S-Class Vampire with the fattest tit’s! With the biggest hips and the juiciest ass around! Period! There is no competition!” Inner Moka hisses, eye’s shining bright crimson as she pushes until she’s nose to nose with Kei’s own vicious snarl. “How dare you not ask me!”


Scoffing, Kei slaps a hand onto her thigh and pinches the skin he finds there.


“What are you on about, you dumb bitch. I thought you were taking that puny loser you called a boyfriend!” His hand coming back and sending a stinging smack into her thigh, dyeing her skin red.


Not even flinching at his treatment, Inner Moka stands there, sniffing condescendingly and once more looking down her nose at him.


“What on earth does that have to do with you not asking me to be your skimpily dressed little slut for the night, huh you Bastard!” Her insulting drawl clearly rubs him the wrong way by the way that he aims his next slap for her inner thigh, right under her barely protected pussy lips as her panties get damper. “Kurumu? Really? Don’t be so ridiculous! No, I won't have you lowering your clearly superior taste in women to protect Tsukune’s barely existent pride. You will ask me to that Prom!” Her demand screams damaged pride at him.


“Ohh, yeah bimbo? What are you gonna do to convince me? Do a ‘twirl’?” He taunts and snorts at her behaviour, just as her smile widens, the smugness growing and stretching her cheeks.


“Is that all it’ll take? Hah, fine!” Immediately she blurs into a spin, stopping with her hands all the way on the floor, legs straight, skirt flipped up on her back and her ass jiggling right in front of Kei’s throbbing bulge. Her ass shaking and hips swaying as her voice bounces up from off the floor. “Is that what you want, you big dicked Bastard!” The regal flow of her voice warped by the wooden boards and the rhythmic thundering of her booty bouncing.


Laughing at her ridiculous behaviour, Kei grips her pink pantes by the hem and tugs them up, wedging them into the crack of her ass and the cleft of her quim.


“Fine, you dumb busty Bimbo! Will you be my date for the Prom?” Condescension dripping from his lips, he watches on amused as she shoots up right and spins around to face him, barely preserving her panties as they’re torn from his grip, hands placed heroically on her hips as she looks away from him and pretends to be dismissive.


“Hmph! Asking me something like that when I already have a boyfriend! What do I look like, som scarlet woman?... Fine, I’ll be your date, Bastard.” Her red eye’s flickered down towards his crotch as she acquiesced to his near demand. Silence reigned for a moment before she once more met his eyes with her own.


“... So, did you enjoy your long awaited twirl, hmm?” Inner Moka’s voice is confident, yet there’s definitely something shy peeking out from behind her brash exterior. Ignoring the moment of weakness, Kei huffs a breath at her.


“I think the real question is ‘would your boyfriend enjoy the way you’re trying to rape my cock with your eyes?’” The merciless comment doesn’t even make Inner Moka bat an eye, staring at him steadily and unflinchingly.


“I’m doing no such thing. Just admiring you… All of you.”


With her hand on her hips and how far she was leaning forward, Kei couldn’t help but see the curvy cock tease in front of him in a more mature light. That is, until she came so close that he could feel the moisture from her mouth on his tongue.


“It's only fair I think” Ignorant of his thoughts, she continued on, “After all, you’ve been paying so much attention to my ass!” That comment gets a chin scratch and an innocent whistle as Kei avoided eye contact. “The rest of me is feeling pretty disrespected right now, Bastard. Obviously, even if Tsukune was here I wouldn’t say no if you told me you wanted an even better look, but nobility like me deserves some special attention here and there, don’t you think?” The stink eye she was giving him made sure Kei understood that Inner Moka wasn’t really asking him to comply here.


Slowly, her glare melts into something calmer, almost softer as she hums at his ignorant facade.


“Leave it to you to so fearlessly take what you want, whether it’s a look or a grope. It’s one of the reasons you're so… unique, after all.” Her proud chortle has him lifting an eyebrow in wonder at how she somehow made something about him a point of pride for herself. Damn egotistical vampires.


Their cramped proximity, both too arrogant to give the other space (not that either of them wanted too) lead to their chests pressing together, Inner Moka’s much heftier one ballooning out over Kei’s more rock solid plains. Slowly, their confrontational stances shift, starting with Kei locking his hands onto her hips and Inner Moka slipping her arms around his neck.


Swaying together lightly, the romance of the moment was tainted by the ragged rubbing of her damp crotch onto Kei’s protruding length, with Inner Moka jerking her hips up and down and him grinding tight circles between her smooth legs.


Of course, the eroticism doesn’t stop them from smirking provocatively at each other, both trying to gain the upper hand.


“Oi, big tits! You’re dripping all over my pants!” Kei grunted out as Inner Moka’s smile widened and her eyes narrowed.


“Dumb Bastard, that’s because your fat cock keeps jabbing into me!” Despite their complaints, both of them began to grind harder, bumping together faster as the tempo of their sultry dance ramped up.


“You better be looking forward to Prom, Bastard. With a beauty like me at your side, you’re gonna be the most envied man there!” Panting, lips open and her tongue poking out ever so slightly, rubbing over her fangs as the lust in Kei’s eyes became darker, especially when her calf began to run up and down the back of his leg and he latched his hands back onto that tent raiser of a rump behind her.


Electing to let his actions do the talking, Kei kept silent and simply dragged her closer, lifting her slightly so he was looking up at her jaw  as she threw her head back, feeling his lips on her throat as she moaned and with one leg still on the floor she wrapped the other around his hip and the back of his thigh, dropping her hungry pussy down on the top of his restrained cock as she rubbed even harder, like she was trying to fuck herself on him THROUGH their clothes!


“Mmmm, FUCK!” Inner Moka mewled and gasped, feeling tingles run up and down her spine as Kei spread her ass cheeks and squashed them back together, making her asshole wink in the open air. Looking down at him from her raised position, she gave one long lick on his nose as she bounced in place before adopting a blushing look of superiority. “Maybe we should just skip the unnecessary steps. You got a girlfriend, Bastard!?” The fiery demand thrown down at him.


At Kei’s bewildered expression, Inner Moka rolled her eyes (Definitely not because of how fucking good he felt against her).


“I just don’t want some random, low class tramp wasting her time wagging her cunt at you, trying to get you to look away from me! Not that any woman could, but it's the principal!” Her hiss came slithering between gritted teeth as Kei struck her at just the right angle with his rubbing to make her pussy give a stunned dribble of fem-cum. “So stop being such a damn dunce, and ask me to be your girlfriend! Go on, give me a reason to punish whatever dumb slut is bold enough to approach you!”


Letting go of one of her ass cheeks, Kei instead lifted one meaty hand to grab at her throat, framing her chin and pulling her lower, giving one long drag of his crotch against her panties and making her eye’s roll once more as she ever so slightly frothed at the mouth, wrapping both long creamy legs around his waist.


“What the fuck are you on about Bimbo, you’re the one that’s dating some second rate, limpdick loser!” Kei snarls, squeezing her throat tightly and making her give a high pitched whine before loosening his grip and letting her get some much needed air as she gasped and spluttered.


“And I’ll keep dating him! Make him think he’s important, keep up pretenses! Don’t pretend it doesn't make you rock hard to put your hands on me while he goes about clueless! I’ll keep him, but in private, or hell, even in public I’ll be all yours! I’ll let you get your hands on this prime, S-Class pussy whenever you want!” She gave an ugly cry of pleasure, jaw flexing and her hands clawing at his back as her legs tightened at the thought of fooling around behind Tsukune’s back, even more at the thought of him finding out.


It doesn’t matter anyway Inner Moka told herself, mind clouding at the pleasure she was experiencing, I’m sure Tsukune will understand. The lie came easily from her brain as Kei wrapped his arms around her, hauling her up before smashing her down onto his crotch, making Inner Moka squeel as her ass clapped and crashed while her tits bounced out of her shirt, buttons ripping at Kei’s physicality and her bright pink bra, obviously left over from Outer Moka’s time in charge, did its best to hold back her wild melons.


“Dumb busty bitch, I’m not gonna be your damn boyfriend!” Kei spat at her, licking her frolicking cleavage and leaving long spit trails across her chest.


“Bastard! You dare reject me!?” Contrary to her words, her legs tightened and she added her own power to the downward thrust of her body, doubling the pressure and pleasure her mound exerted on his dick before she huffed a laugh. “Of course you do! You wouldn’t be my Kei if you made it easy!” 


Her feral grin added something truly animalistic to their dry-fucking.


“What, you think you can reject a Goddess like me...” Inner Moka leaned into his ear, tongue tickling his ear as she whispered pure heat straight into his brain “and still take this tight, hot, sloppy pussy of mine for a ride after prom? Huh!?” Her threatening tone rang hollow however as she then went on to positively tongue rape his ear hole while he moaned at the treatment. “Fine! I’ll tell my boyfriend Tsukune not to wait up for me!” She taunted, and he gripped tighter, definitely bruising the soft flesh of her hips.


Grinning right in her face, Kei releases one of his hands that was gripping her waist to send a series of punishing upward slaps into her ass cheek, making her squeal as he spurred her on like a lazy horse.


“Damn bitch, I’m still not gonna be your boyfriend!” He laughs, letting go of the grip he had on the other side of her hip, meaning she was holding onto him and grinding her most sensitive place into his angry bulge all on her own as he gripped the hem of her pink panties, pulling them up HARD until she was crying out at the strangle hold the fabric had on her pussy and asshole.


Snarling like some horny, injured beast, Inner Moka raised her own hand to slap him across the face before grabbing him by the chin and pulling him closer, face to face, nose to nose as she pushed herself firmer down onto the wedgied underwear pressing at her ass crack.


“You don’t have a fucking CHOICE!” Inner Moka seethed, bouncing harder. “I’m not gonna let you be so stupid! Just accept your place and be my big dicked, vile, abusive boyfriend!” She howled at him, lips pulled back in pure lust and irritation at his stubbornness.


Those words proved all too effective at chipping away at Kei’s restraint, preempting the eager pounce of his lips onto hers as he tried his best to batter her uvula with his tongue as she cupped his writhing pink muscle with her swollen lips, hugging and sucking his drool straight from the source. 


Inner Moka wasted no time retaliating though, as immediately after Kei pulled his tongue back, she sank her fangs into his bottom lip, producing a yip of pain from him as she pulled back and mashed their lips together, lovingly hugging their lips together as she tasted his blood and he growled deep in his throat.


“Show me!” Inner Moka whispered, a loving croon in the midst of their beastial show of affection. “Show me all of you, show me that big fucking cock I know is just so eager to greet me!” Her pleas turned to demands at the flick of her tongue. “Show me why you’re so much better than Tsukune, why I’m so eager to go behind my loving boyfriends back and leave dirty, nasty, claw marks in yours! What gives you the right to act so God damn cocky in front of a being like me, and what makes it so you can leave an S-Class beauty’s panties dripping wet as her pussy fucking BEGS for you to never leave her!” Inner Moka cried out, head thrown back and her mouth wide open.


Grabbing her by the hair, Kei drags that flushed piece of sinful art work that was Inner Moka at one of her most primal, pure moments back to him and his unending hunger for every flavour of her being, lips greedily smacking once more as he holds her tighter, feeling every curve and contour of her body.


Feeling her spasm in his arms, rutting their bodies together like two untrained beasts, salivating and grinding without a single civilised thought in their heads. Inner Moka’s panties almost seemed to cry as they dripped all over Kei’s pants and her thighs, taking the beating of a lifetime.


“Look what you’ve done to me, Bastard! I’m a Princess, you’re some trashy commoner, but if any other skank so much as looks at you I’ll tear their fucking throats out and fuck you on the corpse! Do you fucking! Understand! Me! OH FUUUUUCK” With her eyes lighting up like evil bonfires, Inner Moka screamed as a waterfall of cum flowed out of her and dripped like a faucet onto the floor, the floor she shared with Tsukune!


Stumbling around, Kei finally falls into the nearby sofa with Inner Moka hurtling down on top of him, straddling him and locking their bodies together with her thick, powerful, silky, sticky thighs that trembled as she felt him twitch and throb underneath her, finally stable and held flush together.


Inner Moka pulls her body upright, pushing harder onto Kei’s crotch as she went and removing her face from where it was sniffing and nuzzling at his neck, hungry and desperate for the very scent of him. Finally sat up, it took her milliseconds to grab her white uniform shirt by both sides of the plunging neckline, and yank it apart, buttons flying and scattering across the floorboards, clinking as they went as she exposed the toned, milky flesh of her torso and her bra clad breasts bounced free.


“Enough playing around! Prove it to me! Prove why I’m yours and no one else’s! Prove why we belong together!” The order’s poured forth, warping into something desperate and pleading as they met Kei’s ears.


Kei does just that, her cries tugging at his very soul as she sat there, a shining, impure being of pure sex and feminimity demanding that he tear his pants down his legs, lower his underwear and send his big fat cock soaring into the hot, fluffy hold of her bountiful ass cheeks, giving a mighty thwap as it landed there to the sounds of Inner Moka’s moans.


Looking over her shoulder at the beast behind her back, inner Moka can’t stop the feeling of pure emptiness that radiates out from her very fertile womb. Biting her lip and licking the indents she leaves behind, she can’t help but coo at the beautiful sight of Kei’s monstrous cock, throbbing angrily as his fat nuts swell with all that piping hot jizz that’ll end up packing her to the brim,and if she was lucky, maybe it would fill her so much she choked on it.


Looking at it now was almost a warm trip down memory lane, flashing her back to that wonderful day she’d been given a free glimpse of Kei’s sheer masculinity.


It was the same day she’d fallen in love.


The same day she’d realised that Tsukune just wasn’t good enough for her, not when compared to this beast.


Sucking her tongue back into her mouth, and clearing the hazy memories from her mind, Inner Moka couldn’t help but once more raise her nose at Kei. Now more playful than anything, she still brought her hand to her mouth and laughed a noble woman's laugh, the haughty giggle of the upper class earning her a slap to the underside of one of her fat tits and dragging forth a gasp before she glared at him with eager eyes.


“That’s it~” She sang, clenching her ass cheeks around his length and giving an impromptu massage. “See how much better that is, why be so stubborn when instead you can be giving me that nasty, fat cock of yours! See my little, pure pussy down there? It's SOBBING at the thought of not getting that S-Class level bitch breaker knocking at the door to my womb!” Her pleased gasp tearing its way out as she felt him flex against her rump as her breasts heaved against her bra.


Sneering at her, Kei takes a firm hold of her fleshy hips and begins thrusting, hot dogging her ass meat and stroking her asshole with the top-side of his cock.


“What’s that Mr. Dick?” Inner Moka mockingly cupped an ear, leaning back as if actually listening to the throbbing meat behind her. “Why yes, I do agree! Hear that Kei? He says we should just skip the dating stage!” She cockily flipped her hair, still beautiful and luxurious even after their frenzied activity “and go STRAIGHT to marriage! Doesn’t fucking your stunning wife sound so much better than some silly girlfriend? Mmmmm~ Husband and wife, I like it!” She laughed, still giggling as she reached down, took two handfuls of her skirt and tore it into pieces, throwing them behind her as the contours of her hips, pussy and upper thigh were shown to him, not tainted but highlighted by the cute pink lines of her underwear!


“Nooo, no no, we’ll get there soon enough. Maybe it’s a bit too early for husband and wife, hmm?” She sighed regretfully, stroking the soft pads of her fingers along Kei’s cheek. The tender smile full of warmth turns hungry and arrogant as he glares at her in impatience, cock throbbing and bouncing between her ass cheeks. Lifting herself, cool air flowing into the wet patch between her legs, Inner Moka stares Kei down, taunting, demanding.


“Say it!” She hissed, pussy hung tauntingly above the angry, purple head of his cock, pointed straight to nirvana. “Ask me to be your girlfriend, Bastard!” She shouts, feral desire taking hold and drowning out all other thoughts that weren’t about the next words out of Kei’s lips.


This proved to be his breaking point, as Kei drowned himself in her crimson irises and hooked his fingers into the front of her panties, peeling them from where they lay stuck to her sopping pussy lips, hot and steamy just begging to take him, all of him, into their warmth.


“Unghh, Moka!” Kei groans, throbbing turning painful as his cock demands that he greet their new home while Inner Moka’s grin oozes superiority and arrogance. She knows, she knows like she knows he’s her one and only, that no one will ever replace him! “Will you be my girlfriend?”


A crazed laugh bubbles up from the depths of Inner Moka’s very being, unburdened and set free at his compliance.


“Of course I will!”


With a scream of pure victory she SLAMS her pussy down on Kei’s cock, tearing through her hymen and finally coming to lie flush against the heat of his skin as she leans forward and inhales his neck, licking at is pulse point and whispering in his ear as Kei remains robbed of his breath, knocked senseless at the paradise welcoming him like a long lost lover.


“And I’ll never let you go Kei. You’re forever mine, and I’m forever yours! Rejoice, and know that I never doubted for a second that this is what we were meant to be.”


Staring up at the angel above him, all of her darkness chased away in that one moment of undeniable commitment, while he rests balls deep inside her. Inner Moka, the epitome of a Pureblood, S-Class Vampire and member of the supernatural nobility looks down on him with, not with condescension or to say she’s better than him, but simply in the way one soul mate looks at another. No superiority, just a pure and unending love for the man below her who had stolen her away and poured such molten warmth into the very depths of her spirit.


“I’m looking forward to Prom, my one true love~” She croons at him, caressing his cheek and causing him to mindlessly nuzzle into the warmth her hand offers.


“But right now, we don’t need to think about what the future might bring…” The Inner Moka Kei knew so well once more crawled forth, a sly smirk stretching her cheeks.


“Now… Now it’s time to fuck, and we’re not stopping until we’re dead or I’m pregnant, got it?” She snarls down at him, only to grin lovingly at the dark, predatory glint that roars back to life in Kei’s eyes


“Ohh yeah~” She laughs to herself, head thrown back in pleasure. “That’s my big dicked lover boy~”


