Chapter 2 - 3.21.20- Quarantine Fundraiser

Clair gets a little too caught up in training with her apprentice, wanting to show how amazing she is. Lucky for her, the sight of her pissing herself is probably the most amazing thing he’s seen.

Clair continues to push her needs out of her mind, wanting to focus only on the task at hand. Her new apprentice, hand-selected and perfect for the role, needs to see exactly what she is capable of. She has always wanted to take on a teaching role like this, always wanted to have someone to look up to her, and she is not going to interrupt that for something as trivial as a bathroom break. Imagine how that would look on her!

No, she is going to ignore this, and wait it out until she can get rid of him, no matter how impossible it may seem. She has already ignored her need for too long, and she knows based on past experience alone that she does not stand much chance of making it if she doesn’t excuse herself now, and even still, Clair remains stubborn.

She can’t just tell him that she needs to take a break! Or, at least, that is what she continues to insist to herself, even as he asks her if she’s okay, if she needs anything, if she’s feeling alright, and, if not, if there’s anything he can do for her. Even when she finds that she can’t quite stand up straight, and that she can’t hold still for longer than thirty seconds at the most, she still insists to herself that she can handle this, and to him that there is absolutely nothing wrong.

It is as if she thinks she can will the problem away just by denying it enough, but her body has other ideas in mind, and if she is not going to relieve herself by choice, then, whether she wants it or not, her body is going to take care of things on its own. And, since she has made no move to put an end to training, made no move to get away from him, she ends up pissing herself right in front of her apprentice. She soaks through her clothing, down her legs, making a complete mess of herself, right in front of her apprentice.

Who just keeps staring at her through all of it, even when she screams for him to look away, his eyes wide like it’s the most fascinating sight in the world. Clair knows that this is probably the end of everything, that he will make fun of her and decide she isn’t worth the time and has nothing to teach him, and she’s sure that her allegedly perfect cousin has never humiliated himself like this before, that he would always-

She is so caught up in her thoughts that she is taken completely by surprise by the rough kiss from her apprentice, pushing close enough to her, grinding against her in a way that she knows will get him wet as well, and Clair has no idea what’s going on anymore. Even when he breaks the kiss and she slaps him for being so forward, before pulling him into another kiss, she has no idea what’s going on. But she at least has a feeling that he isn’t going to be quitting any time soon.

Something, something, Roxie

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like losing to me,” Roxie teases, her voice low and playful. She does not expect a protest from Rosa, because Rosa can’t speak at all right now, taking part in her “penalty” for another loss against the poison gym leader. An unofficial penalty, a penalty that she has never made anyone else carry out before, but a penalty nonetheless, and one Rosa has become all too eager to carry out herself.

“I mean, you haven’t even tried to get better. Same team, every time, and it’s the same thing!” she continues to chide her. “You could at least try to train, but, nah! You like losing to me, don’t you?”

Again, she expects no response from Rosa, as she grinds down on the girl, causing Rosa to moan even though she isn’t actually doing anything for her. Just further proof that she wants this, as far as Roxie is concerned. After all, it’s not a real penalty, and saying that Rosa must be pretty obsessed with her to keep coming back after getting her ass kicked so many times, that maybe Roxie should give her what she really wanted, was supposed to be a joke the first time.

But they’ve both let it go much too far to be a joke now, and now every time Rosa comes back to lose again, Roxie no longer asks for prize money, but instead takes her victory lap by riding Rosa’s face, using her until she’s satisfied. And her battling aside, Rosa has gotten plenty good at this, only needing a little bit of practice before figuring out exactly what Roxie needs, using her tongue to make the musician really sing for her.

Once Roxie begins to herself in it, her mind so clouded with lust  that she can’t even keep up making fun of Rosa, her body reacts completely on its own, bearing down on Rosa as a means of begging for more. She throws her head back, not bothering to contain herself at all- not that she could even if she wanted to, not in her current state of surrender. But either way, if she can’t mock Rosa verbally, she can scream her heart out to show her just how good she is at this, because that sort of praise is just as good as any insults she could manage.

This is what Rosa is good for, as far as she’s concerned, and if she can battle any better than what she’s shown so far, that just makes it even better, because she’s choosing to lose as an excuse to let Roxie have her way with her. If Rosa wants to be her slut, then so be it, and with that, Roxie lets out a low, loud moan, grinding her hips down as she comes hard, and even once she has begun to settle into the haze of her afterglow, Rosa has not let up at all, licking inside of her, doing what she can to prolong her pleasure, or perhaps inviting herself for another round, even though she only lost one battle today.

It’s just as well; she should know by now that if she wants this, she doesn’t have to keep throwing matches to get it.

Leon is a good big bro who tells Hop to fuck Sonia after he's done with her so he can have his first time and cheer hmi on through it


Hop has kept his distance as much as he can, being alone in a room with the two of them. To Leon, this seems like the most normal thing in the world, not considering how awkward it could be for Hop to stand back and watch his older brother fuck the girl they’ve both known all their lives. To Leon, this is just a part of being a good older brother, sharing things with Hop that he would never share with anyone else.

And, awkward as it may be, when Sonia tips her head back and moans for Leon, Hop can’t help but bite his lip, shifting in place as his excitement grows. Weird or not, Leon is giving him an opportunity he may not have ever had otherwise, and even if Sonia should be like an older sister to him after all these years, that doesn’t change the fact that she’s hot.

Hell, if being Leon’s girlfriend didn’t change that about her, then Hop is pretty sure nothing could ever change that.

Standing back up and wiping the sweat from his brow, Leon says, “Alright, little bro, you’re up. She’s nice and warmed up for you, so you shouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

“I, uh, thanks, Lee,” Hop mumbles, not sure what else he can even say right now. Sonia, still dazed, gives him a smile to encourage him, and, not for the first time, he wonders what Leon had to say to convince her to go along with this so casually. Unless she’s secretly just as weird as he is.

Hop gets on top of her, just like he watched Leon do, and hesitates before leaning down to kiss her first, just like he watched Leon do. It’s his first kiss and his first time, all with his older brother’s girlfriend, while said older brother stands off to the side to encourage him and coach him through.

Hop isn’t sure if that makes it better or worse as he makes the first move to push into Sonia, already stopping to moan, remembering that Leon did not react quite so dramatically to so little. The differences in their experience are obvious, and he tries to steady himself, still whimpering as he buries his cock in her, and as Sonia whimpers in return, just like she did for Leon.

“Easy now,” he hears Leon say. “It’s nothing she can’t handle, but don’t take it too fast if it’s the girl’s first time, you gotta be gentle. Oh, but like I said, Sonia can handle just about anything.”

True to Leon’s words, Sonia seems eager for more, wrapping her long legs around Hop to pull him closer, encouraging him to lose himself in it, not wanting him to hold anything back. And it is easier to drown out Leon’s coaching like this, letting himself go wild, fucking Sonia with abandon. Each time she cries out, she sounds just like she did with Leon, but it isn’t for Leon anymore, and Hop is sure that he can at least catch up to his big brother like this.

In the end, he lasts a handful of minutes once he gets into it, not managing to make Sonia throw her head back in ecstasy like Leon did, but he isn’t discouraged. If he keeps it up, he’s pretty sure that he’ll surpass him eventually.

Olivia finally found herself a man who's not intimidated by her skill and success, and really wants this to work out. Maybe acting like she's experienced isn't the best idea when she's a total virgin, but she's in too deep now.

It’s been difficult for Olivia to find a boyfriend. She waited too late in life, focused more on herself and her own success, until she made it to a point where she felt like she was ready for love, only to find most guys she pursued ended up scared off one way or another. Though it was never her intention to come across as intimidating to potential suitors, that definitely became the case for her.


But now she has you, bold enough to pursue the kahuna despite the vast differences in your lifestyles. You refused to let yourself be intimidated by anything, but still showed her the utmost respect, impressed by her strength and her confidence. Of course, that only makes her seem like an entirely different person, now that that strength and confidence has entirely melted away.



The way she talks about herself, you never would have guessed that Olivia was a virgin, but then again, it fits with the story that she tells about her lovelife. Maybe you’d just assumed she was exaggerating about no one wanting to be with her, because she certainly behaved as if she had plenty of experience to speak of. But now she’s trembling and whimpering and going to absolute pieces, and you have barely even started.



Suddenly, Olivia has become weak for you, with just the slightest touch leaving her crying out. When you work a finger gently inside of her, she reacts as if she has never been touched before in her life, squirming and gasping, saying that it’s nothing like when she touches herself, that she’s never, ever felt this good before.



And when you lean your face down to press your lips to her nipple, she lets out a squeal that hardly suits her, that is so cute you can barely believe that it’s a sound Olivia made. She trembles and whimpers and writhes under your touch, so easy to please that you know you could never feel intimidated by this.



And then, as you get in position to actually do it, the giddy expression fades from her face and she looks up at you, visibly nervous as she says, “Please, be gentle with me, alright?”



“I will,” you promise her. “After all, it’s your first time, isn’t it?”



Olivia doesn’t answer, simply nodding and biting her lip, and you tell her to relax, that you won’t do a thing to hurt her. It is so strange to feel this sort of power over a woman like her, but you promise yourself to only ever care for her.



Though she is tense at first, it is easy for you to calm her down with your words, soothing her as you ease into her, and once she has had the chance to adjust to it, you watch her face shift again, her excitement returning, and this time, even more intense than before.



By the time you’ve actually made her come, she has seen again and again just how much she’s been missing out  on, and once she has caught her breath, she grins at you and says, “Just let me know when you’re up for it again, alright?”



It seems you’ve awakened something in her, and now you are not so sure if you won’t soon be intimidated



Soren eats Ike's ass



Ike is used to being the one giving, rather than receiving.  Ever since the first time he met Soren, he has seen the other man as someone to take care of, and becoming lovers did not change that. Add in his...well, fixation is the one word he can think of, and he is always on the giving end of this.



And Soren likes it, but Ike is pretty sure he would say that he did either way, because while Ike sees Soren as someone to be taken care of, Soren sees him as someone to be treasured, always appreciating any attention that Ike may show him. But, at the same time, he tends to shy away from expressing himself too much, and the way he whimpers and moans, so needy and shameless every time, suggest to Ike that his reactions are pretty involuntary.



At least now he can see exactly what it is that makes Soren crumble before him, because Ike’s resolve is shattered in no time at all. Groaning into the pillow, he wonders how Soren is already such a natural at this when it’s his first time. He is a pretty quick study, so perhaps he simply picked up his technique from all the times that Ike has done this for him.



Soren makes a soft noise in response to Ike’s groan, working his tongue deeper into Ike’s ass, encouraged by his involuntary response, wanting to draw more and more out of him. Ike struggles to remain still, fighting against the urge to push back, because even now he has some fear of accidentally disturbing or hurting Soren while he is busy at work.



Even now, he thinks about taking care of him, even as his thoughts become cloudier with each passing moment. Soon, he won’t be able to think straight at all, and when he feels one of Soren’s hands reaching forward, it’s a wonder that he doesn’t forget his own name. Soren has a delicate touch, his slender fingers curling around the base of Ike’s cock, and his pace is steady as he works it up and down the length, licking inside  of him all the while.



It’s too much for Ike to hope to handle, and so, so easy to surrender himself to this entirely, to give into the lust that threatens to overpower him. He is dizzy and dazed and he is completely under Soren’s control, whether Soren unders the power that he has over him or not.



The ache only grows as Soren delves deeper with his tongue, as he jerks his hand faster, and it is agonizing and delicious all at once, and Ike belongs entirely to him in this moment. There is no question of his surrender, absolute as he attempts to call his lover’s name, but it is muffled and incoherent, the pillow and his own needy moans getting in the way. Again, Soren makes a soft noise in response, and Ike can withstand it no longer.



Ike collapses forward as he comes, and Soren pulls back without missing a beat, probably as graceful as ever, handling himself just as perfectly as he has proven himself able to handle Ike.



Hilda sucking off Cheren and being a bully about it



In his mind, this went a lot differently.



Cheren had imagined tugging at her hair, the bits left out of her ponytail framing her face just perfectly, just like always, lending themselves well to this. He had imagined pulling her hair as he fucked her face, maybe a bit too rough, maybe causing her to gag a bit, but not really doing anything to hurt her. Just, it would have been nice to have a bit of an advantage, and to let his dominant side really show through as he used his longtime friend, in  a way that literally left her unable to mouth off.



He has no earthly idea how she manages to bully him while sucking him off, but that is exactly what's going on, and Cheren has not even attempted a grab at her hair yet. As soon as he’d let out the first whimper when she wrapped her lips around him, and she’d pulled back and said, “Don’t get too excited, we only just started, nerd,” he knew that Hilda was going to be just as in-control as ever.



And she takes her time with him, teasing hm and drawing it out, pushing her lips down his cock at a pace that sees him clenching his fists at his sides, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering again, to keep from giving her the satisfaction of knowing what this is doing to him. She doesn’t pull back to taunt him anymore, but if he looks down at her, her eyes say it all.



A choked moan escapes against his will, because she runs her tongue along his cock, pressing tight against him and overwhelming him. She raises a brow and she laughs, and that sensation catches him by surprise, and Cheren trembles and gasps and cries. Hilda has already won, or maybe she did before they even started.



He should say something now, call her out on enjoying this too much, or he should grab her hair like he’d planned, shift his weight and take her by surprise, take control. It wouldn’t be that difficult, really, but Cheren finds himself frozen in place, and the only move he can make is to tip his head back and close his eyes, another whimper on his lips, as good as admitting defeat.



No matter what she does, Hilda is always going to find a way to bully him, so he might as well accept that fact now. At the very least, this is a lot more enjoyable than getting shoved or punched in the arm, and sure, he knows she’s going to make fun of him for it later, but she would find something to make fun of him for even if he didn’t give her material.



So why not just give her material, then?



His hands remain at his sides, far from her hair, and he keeps his eyes closed to avoid her teasing looks, but he doesn’t fight it anymore, moaning her name as she sucks him off, letting her claim this victory just as easily as any other. And even when he comes, he is left to wonder how she can swallow so deliberately that even that seems like an act of dominance. As always, Cheren is in over his head with her.




Hisoka to finally get to take his fruit and lovingly fuck Gon. Ending with Hisoka surprising Gon by pissing inside him.

The fight Gon put up was beautiful, absolutely exquisite and no less than what Hisoka would expect from him. With nothing to hold either of them back, they could really go all out on one another, and with no one here to discourage him or tell him otherwise, Gon could allow himself to give into his adrenaline, to chase the high as far as it would take him.

It was a beautiful loss, so beautiful that it might as well have been a victory, but Hisoka was the victor and now he gets to claim his prize. They’re both sore and breathless, and that is still not enough to stop him. He has worked himself into quite the frenzy over this fight, and now that it’s over, this is the only way he can hope to calm himself down.

Fortunately, Gon responds in kind, not so worn out that he can’t work his hips back, grinding against Hisoka as he fucks him. His soft whimpers are almost completely drowned out by Hiosaka’s moans, as over-the-top as anything else he does, but for once, not exaggerated. He needed this, and not just because of the excitement their little bout brought him; he’s needed this for a long time and only barely held onto his patience, only because he knew the wait would make it all the sweeter.

And how sweet it is now! The victory was essential to fully enjoy the prize, and the ache he feels from each injury the boy inflicted on him causes him to throb with pleasure. He’s worked himself up too much, and he can’t hope to hold back anymore. Before he can remind himself to savor it, he finds himself bucking his hips with abandon until Gon is crying out beneath him, helpless to do anything but surrender to the weight of Hisoka on top of him, and to his own desires, always hidden just below the surface.

He wanted this, that much is clear now and clear in his cry of ecstasy as he comes first, and perhaps he even wanted to lose, just to keep up the sense of uncertainty that comes with defeat, the fear and excitement and adrenaline that he craves and that will always be his downfall. The two of them are one and the same, and even more so in moments like this, and that idea excites Hisoka so much that he can’t control himself anymore, groaning as he comes.

He relaxes, slumping over top of Gon, his weight bearing down on him, but he isn’t ready to get off of him just yet. After all, he’s been neglecting everything else in favor of the fight and then claiming his prize, so as he relaxes his body, he relaxes his bladder, sighing happily.

“Hey, what’s…” But Gona doesn’t finish the question, gasping in surprise as he realizes that Hisoka is pissing inside of him. And then he surprises Hisoka as his gasp turns to a moan, proving that he enjoys even this.

Pea (Bea pee)


Bea can excuse this by claiming that it is all part of endurance training. She has nothing to worry about with having to explain herself anyway, since this part of her training is one that she always does in complete solitude, but she feels the need to explain it to herself sometimes, just to clear up why it is so important to her that she neglects her body’s needs while training.

Endurance training, she continues to tell herself. She is doing this because she needs to build up her endurance, because the strength of her bladder is just as important as anything else when it comes to determining her true strength. In battles, she will not have the opportunity to call for a break and excuse herself whenever she wants to, and that is why, whenever she trains alone, she keeps herself more hydrated than necessary, and never takes a single break, not even once she has grown so desperate that she can hardly stand up straight.

After a certain point, doing anything else becomes impossible. Each movement, no matter how slight, feels like torture, jostling her bladder so much that each time it threatens to spill over, and even then, knowing that she has pushed herself to her limits, she does not give in, determined to push herself a little bit further, determined to see it through to the end.

It has nothing to do with enjoying this feeling of fullness, or enjoying the loss of control that always inevitable occurs, because she always tells herself that she can wait just a little bit longer, even when she knows that she can’t. That is why she only ever does thi alone, after all- to make sure that nobody ever sees her in such a shameful state.

And that is exactly why she does the training, as well. She wants to make sure that she is always able to withstand every battle, no matter how difficult it may become. This is a necessary part of her training, not something that she does for fun, because she enjoys how it feels.

The ache is persistent, and she bites her lips, looking around even though she knows that no one is there, before she pushes a hand between her legs, giving up on the rest of her training as she focuses on this fight. Bea is near her breaking point, shifting her weight from foot to foot, blinking back tears, and still refusing herself a break, still pushing herself just a little bit harder.

Each time, she lasts longer than the time before, and she is careful enough to make sure that she never ends up more desperate than this in any battle, honestly never even getting close to this point. But even so, she considers this part of her training necessary, because there is no way to determine what situation she may find herself in in the future.

It is just a part of her endurance training, and she definitely doesn’t do it because she loves how it feels to finally lose control and surrender, soaking her uniform and her legs, her bare feet left to stand in a puddle of her own making. It’s just part of her training.

Lance thought he was going to be taking advantage of Lyra, but no innocent girl to be taken advantage of can handle him as well as she is.

Lyra is too young for him to start with, and even beyond that, looks younger than she is, and everything about the way she carries herself only makes her seem younger. She’s innocent, from her cutesy hat to her girlish overalls, from her pigtails to her wide eyes and big smile, all the way to how she used to call him Mr. Lance, until he told her that really wasn’t necessary.


She was exactly his type from the start, cute and naive and easy to take advantage of, allowing herself to be lured right into his bed with a few reassurances here and there that this is exactly what she should be doing. He’d promised to be gentle with her, to make her feel better than she’d ever felt in her life, all while avoiding any mention of anything that might scare the poor girl off.



But the innocent girl Lance thought she was wouldn’t arch her back to demand more from him, trying to set the pace n her own, apparently dissatisfied with how slow he is, in his attempt to be gentle with her. The innocent girl that Lance thought she was wouldn’t wrap her legs around him like this, or moan quite so lewdly, or start calling him “Daddy” right off the bat like this.



Only now is he beginning to realize that everything that Lyra does is just as deliberate as his means of seduction are, to create the air of anything that lured him in so easily. If anything, she’s been playing him all along, taking advantage of his tastes and the assumptions he’d made about her. Only now, as she raises her hips to meet his and begs him to fuck his baby girl harder, does he understand that he’s fallen right into her clutches.



But how can he really complain? She may not be what he thought she was, but, god, does she know how to take him, and keep pace with him. Suddenly, being gentle is not a concern at all, as he lets himself give into his lust, fucking her with abandon, as each jerk draws out another adorable squeak that only continues her illusion of innocence.



She is still so tight that it’s maddening and addictive, making it hard to even think about what he thought he was getting himself into, hard to think of anything more than getting off and, at the same time, finding some way to make this last longer, so that he never has to stop.



Lyra has her hooks in him good, and he doubts that she will ever let him go, and doubts even more that he will ever want her to. When she comes, she whimpers and looks so damn adorable that he can’t help himself. Lance pounds into her, needy and desperate and entirely hers, until he’s pushing down hard and coming inside of her with a soft grunt, defeated.



She runs her hands through his hair and tells him that he was right, that it didn’t hurt at all and she’s never felt so good in all her life, and he can at least believe that.


Acerola loves how close everyone is in Alola, like family! She really wants you to see her as a little sister, especially when you're fucking her.

You had thought that Acerola might cool off on the brother-sister thing once the two of you started dating. Before, it had been sweet, if a little discouraging, for her to always say that you were like a big brother to her, that she wanted you to see her as a little sister. She’d claimed that everyone in Alola was like one big family, and if you were her friend, that made you a part of her family as well.


It had almost seemed like a lost cause, but you hadn’t given up, hoping that one day she would see you as something other than a big brother. And she’d agreed to go out with you all too easily, making you think that, maybe, she didn’t see you that way anymore, and that you could start acting like a couple, instead of like a family.



You act like a couple, sure, and Acerola has absolutely no reservations about moving quickly, diving right into things. The only thing is, she definitely does not want to start acting any less like a family, not even when you lay back, holding onto her hips as she sinks down onto your cock, moaning blissfully for her big brother.



It turns out that Acerola really wants you to see her as a little sister, even, or especially, when you’re fucking her. She bounces on your cock, gasping and whimpering, so cute that you can’t help but see her just how she wants you to, too used to calling her your little sister to think of her as anything else.



“You’re so good, sis,” you groan, and her eyes widen in surprise and delight when she realizes that you are playing along with her. Her excitement grows so much that she picks up her pace, bouncing faster on top of you, overwhelming you quickly.



“Am I?” she cries. “Am I really, big brother? Am I your good little sister?” Each word soon becomes punctuated by another adorable moan, until she is barely able to speak at all. You find yourself in much the same position, but seeing how much she enjoyed your encouragement, you try to keep up speaking to her anyway.



“Yes, so good,” you reply, trailing off into a moan and struggling to regain your composure. “You’re the best little sister I could ever ask for!”



Acerola cries out in delight, grinding down on your lap, at last rendering you completely speechless, helpless to do anything other than hold tight to her and thrust up into her, desperate to make your new little sister happy. All along, she never called you her brother to discourage a romantic relationship between the two of you; all along, a familial relationship simply meant so much more to her.



She will be a spoiled little sister, that much you already know. With how cute she is, and how great fucking her, you will never be able to help yourself when she begs for her big brother to take care of her some more. This marks the beginning of a very wonderful family life.



Hilda berates Cheren while he licks her armpit and jacks off for being into this



Hilda has to brace herself a little bit, not wanting Cheren to see how ticklish she can sometimes be. The last thing she needs is for him to come out of this thinking that he has anything on her, when he definitely does not. So she prepares herself for the foreign sensation ahead of time, bracing herself and promising herself that she will not so much as giggle, unless she’s laughing at his expense, which she plans to do plenty of. She is never going to let him live this one down, that much is for sure.



Eventually, she was bound to catch onto the way his breath caught in his throat whenever she raised her arms over her head to stretch. Eventually, she was bound to figure out how nervous it always made him, and how he had a hard time looking at her after, and a harder time covering his erection. And she has enough mercy on him to let him do whatever he wants to her, but not enough mercy to let him do it without judgment, because would he really be able to say he did this with her, if it did not end with his ego horribly bruised.



“Go on,” she says, reminding herself one last time to not allow this to tickle as she lifts her arms as if to stretch. “Go do whatever you’ve gotta do to get off on this, you weirdo.”



Cheren pauses for a moment, blushing and looking ready to protest, but thinking better of it. Instead, he leans in closer to her, nestling his face under her arm, and she snickers, sure that it sounds more cruel than anything else, that he would never think that just that slight touch had tickled her.



“Is that all? You’re just gonna get off from that?” she goads him, and then has to swallow a gasp as she feels his tongue sliding along her skin, warm and wet just plain weird. Maybe not weird in a bad way, but weird enough that she hardly knows what to do with herself, especially when another laugh escapes.



But she looks down to see that Cheren has already taken himself in hand, that he’s actually jacking off to this, and she can definitely use her involuntary laughter to her advantage. “You’re really that into it? You’re such a freak sometimes, seriously,” she taunts him, and Cheren only softly grunts, not stopping.



“Seriously, I shouldn’t even be surprised that a weirdo like you would be into just licking my armpit, but, man!” By the time she has finished her sentence, she is barely able to speak, gasping with laughter that is not entirely brought on by the way Cheren makes a fool of himself. He may have noticed that it is outside of her control and he may not have, too lost in his own fantasy to care.



Hilda doesn’t want him to stop, so even as she berates him, she hopes that he will not take her seriously or get his feelings so hurt that he backs off. Despite the weirdness and despite her secret ticklish side, she is beginning to come around to the whole idea.



Jill's embarrassed to wet herself in front of Lethe, but for a laguz, pissing around a mate is normal. How better to show her than to relieve herself on Jill's leg?



Trying to get away from Lethe after the battle proves to be difficult when Jill doesn’t want to admit why she needs to get away, and therefore has no excuse to get her girlfriend to leave her alone. Their relationship is already such an unusual one, built in spite of all of their differences, and the last thing she wants to do is outright tell Lethe to go away without giving her a good reason to, because then she might misunderstand entirely.



And she has a good enough reason to tell Lethe to leave her alone, to not follow after her where she’s going, but she doesn’t want to just come out and say that she has to pee. It would be much easier for her if she would, because she’s been fighting this need throughout the entire battle, and is honestly at her breaking point, but there is something so humiliating about that that she just can’t bring herself to do it.



But she isn’t going to last like this, and already, she’s struggling to walk. She bites her lip, pressing her thighs together, trying to will herself to just say it, but she can’t. She can’t, and it’s already too late for her, and she’s frozen in place now, a reflexive hand between her legs too late to stop the sudden torrent. Lethe stops when she does, opening her mouth to ask what’s wrong, only to stop short as she realizes that Jill is pissing herself, right in front of her.



“I-I…” she starts, but she doesn’t have any explanation for herself. And still Lete watches her, raising a brow instead of looking away.



“I thought you beorc kept that sort of thing private,” Lethe says. “Or are you trying to make me feel more at home?”



“What?” Jill blinks at her, the meaning of her words soaking in slowly. Of course, Lethe must know that it wasn’t intentional and that she would have preferred to keep it to herself, but instead, she pretends to be clueless. And, of course, for her kind it must be normal, so she’s letting Jill in on this in order to let her know that she has nothing to worry about.



“You know,” Lethe continues, “it’s better if you try to avoid getting your clothes wet, like this…” She trails off as she shows Jill what she means, not seeming to worry about if they are far enough away from the group to expose herself. Really, an example isn’t needed, and Jill wants to tell her this, but then Lethe has pressed up against her, and she jolts.



“Careful, you’re going to get-”



“Since you're already wet, a little more won’t hurt,” Lethe interrupts her, and Jill feels a warmth spreading along her leg, where Lethe has pressed against her.. Her eyes widen as she realizes what’s happening, that Lethe is pising on her, and what’s more, she doesn’t actually mind it. Not at all, actually, at least judging by the way her body temperature and pulse pick up, and how quickly she forgets her own humiliation in favor of this new excitement.



Grimsley made Shauntal hold it all day and now she's pissing herself during their romantic sunset dinner in front of everyone



She was never going to make it for the entire day, and he knew it when he challenged her. They both knew it, and still he brought it up and still she agreed to it, even knowing that there was absolutely no chance at success. Even if there were, Shauntal is pretty certain that he would have found some way to turn it around on her.



As it is, Grimsley has planned it all out perfectly to make sure that things go his way, probably had it all in mind long before he brought it up so casually, like he had just thought of it that moment. Even then, it seemed to perfect and too planned, but Shauntal said she could do it, that she could try, and that was just this morning.



She’s not allowed to piss all day, and not allowed to do anything to make that any easier on herself. Though he isn’t doing anything too cruel, like forcing liquids down her throat at every opportunity, he also isn’t allowing her to cheat by dehydrating herself throughout this very long date.



From the moment they left, after she’d agreed to this impossible challenge and had her last visit to the bathroom before she was banned, she’d known it would come to this. All day, the urge has steadily grown, hitting her a bit harder midway through the day, growing more rapidly from there, telling her for certain that she would not make it out of this dry.



And everything they do is so damn public, with no sign of returning home any time soon. He always seems to pull some new plan out, something else for them to do while her legs steadily grow shakier, while it becomes harder for her to keep her mind focused, her bladder full and aching, sometimes demanding all of her attention just to keep herself under control.



It is getting later, and still he does not relent, but promises her that after dinner, they will be done for the day. She knows that this is going to end with her pissing herself one way or another, but the promise of returning to privacy after dinner keeps her going, and gives her false hope in spite of the torrent she is struggling to hold back.



The setting for dinner is perfectly romantic and perfectly public, proving that he has pulled all the stops out to make this night both breathtaking and overwhelmingly humiliating. No matter how she fights it, her resolve will not hold up, and her knees buckle and she whimpers, trying even though it is pointless now.



And he knows it, too. He knows it and he puts his arm around her, pulling her back against him where only she can hear his low laugh, while everyone else can hear her sudden squeal, ensuring that all eyes are on her the moment that it happens.


Throughout the humiliation of having so many eyes on her while she pisses herself, there is the slight comfort that comes from reminding herself that she knew this would happen, and, even more than that, the excitement that they both knew would come from her public humiliation.



Now it looks like dinner is going to have to wait.



Cheren fucking Hilda over his desk, but even like this, it’s pretty clear that she’s still completely in control



Now that she’s back in his life, Hilda is back to causing just as much trouble for him as before, like she never even left. Except now she has found new ways to tease him, and now she has even more material to work with, and Cheren is just as helpless and just as weak to her as he has ever been.



She visits him nearly daily, waiting for his students to clear out before sauntering back into the classroom, never letting him leave, and always telling him, when he protests, that it would be even more fun if they got caught. Any attempts to tell her that that is hardly behavior befitting a teacher, must less a gym leader, fall on completely deaf ears.



And, he hates to admit, it is more fun like this. She teases him about how he’s still too young for all of this, and teases him about how it suits a nerd like him perfectly, and asks him if he wants her to call him her teacher while they’re fucking.



Usually, he brushes that off without dignifying it with a response, but the idea has been bugging him for a while lately, until he can’t get the image of Hilda bent over his desk out of his head. She could play his submissive little student, and even if she were to tease him about it later, it wouldn’t matter in the moment, because in the moment, it would be hot as hell.



Finally, he gives into her demands, bending her over his desk and pulling her shorts and pantie down, leaving them on the floor beneath one of her feet, while he wastes no time in undressing, shuffling with his belt and his pants until his dick is pressed against her, his lips near her ear.



“Now, do you really think this is going to earn you extra credit?” he murmurs, but instead of whimpering her response, Hilda starts to laugh. “What?”



“Nothing, nothing, it’s just...you’re really taking this seriously, huh, teach?” she teases him, and he blushes, glad that she can’t see how much this is flustering him. He jerks his hips forward, hoping that this will be enough to shut her up for good.



But already, she has thrown him completely off-balance, just like she always does, and he can hardly try playing his role again, knowing that she will likely just tease him more for it. Falling silent, he simply grunts as he thrusts into her, and even then, Hilda does not let him have this.



While he has fallen silent, too afraid to keep it up, she grows louder, grinding back against him, desperate and needy while she whines for him, her voice loud and shamelessly and definitely mocking him. “Oh, yeah, teacher, just like that! Put your slutty little student in her place!”



The dialogue is cliche and hammy, exaggerated just so that she can make fun of him, and even knowing that, it doesn’t stop Cheren from losing himself in it, thrusting harder and faster, lust clouding his judgment. When he comes far too quickly, that just gives her even more to tease him about.



Mist Brocon



Mist has always considered herself close to her older brother, and they should be even closer now that they no longer have any family other than each other. She understands that following in their father’s footsteps is a big task for him to take on, even with Titania and the others supporting him, and that he is going to be very busy with that and with keeping up his training.



Even so, she feels like she deserves more of his attention than she is currently getting. Between the constant travel and the stressful battles along the way, she needs the comfort of her older brother now more than ever. He shouldn’t be wasting his time listening to whatever report Soren has to give him this time, or letting that princess cry on his shoulder, when he has family to look after.



Mist knows that she is just jealous, that she always gets jealous whenever Ike is too close to anyone else. Soren has always been a source of jealousy, and even Boyd at times, and now there is Mia, always wanting to spar, and Elincia needing his assistance with every little thing. And then, on top of all of that, Mist no longer has any other family to turn to, especially as Titania begins to insist more and more that She shouldn’t be bothering her older brother so much.



But Mist knows that she deserves more attention than this, and she is going to get it in whatever way possible. If that means sneaking into his tent at night to have some extra alone time along the road, then that’s just fine by her. He is so used to sleeping with her and she is so light that cuddling up next to him doesn’t even wake him up.



Pulling down his pants and popping his cock into her mouth definitely does, though, and Ike jolts awake, stammering before he sees her and simply says, “Oh, it’s you, Mist.”



She makes a soft noise of agreement, and Ike relaxes, exhaling and resting a hand on the back of her head while she gets to work, bobbing her head on his cock and listening to him softly groan and tell her that she’s doing a good job.



As long as he saves this for only her, Mist doesn’t have to feel jealous of anyone else. As long as she is the only one who gets to fuck her older brother, than the others can have as much of his attention as they like, but as for this, Mist is the only one allowed to be this close to him. They are family, and the only family that they have left in the world, and this serves as the only comfort that either of them will ever need.



Ike is good at keeping his voice hushed while she sucks him off, and will cover her mouth with his hand if she gets too noisy while he fucks her, but secretly Mist hopes to be heard, and hopes for the truth of their closeness to be exposed, so that everyone else knows that there is no point in even trying.



Similar to the Hisogon, with Illumi x Silva except Illumi would love that Daddy is fucking him and would eagerly call Silva that and Silva would call Illumi his baby boy



When they’re like this, Illumi feels as close to his father as he can possibly be. Boundaries that exist outside of this room are freely crossed here, and for just a little while, they are just so close that it hardly seems real. His father can be cold toward him, toward everyone, and Illumi has never minded that, but these small displays of warmth when it is just the two of them are everything that he could ever ask for.



Silva shows him affection that only exists when they are alone, and he shows him this affection by pinning him down, pushing his hair to the side so that he can kiss down the back of his neck, and he holds his wrists sometimes tight enough to bruises as he buries himself inside of Illumi. Usually they do it like this, or sometimes Illumi gets to face his father while his legs are pushed up, and he comments on how empty his eyes are even like this. It isn’t meant to be an insult, or at least, Illumi doesn’t take it that way. It’s just a comment, an observation that his father absentmindedly makes while he gets ready to fuck his baby boy.



He never calls Illumi his baby boy, not until he has him alone like this, when they can be close. When then can really be like a family should, with no boundaries between them and no reason to hide how they feel, the brief moments of weakness that Illumi is sure that they only show to each other. At least, he knows that he wouldn’t call his “Daddy” in moments other than these.



He would never ask anything of his father otherwise, either, but he grips the sheets and gasps and moans and says, “Please, Daddy, more,” and Silva does not scold him for it, instead allowing him the chance to indulge.



“What do you need, baby boy?” he asks, and the sweetness in his tone sounds foreign, almost out of place, but it’s meant only for him. He's always wanted too ask if he fucks mother like this as well, but he hasn’t, not yet.



“More,” he says vaguely, until he is able to sort his thoughts. “I just want you, I just want you to use me, however you want to.”



There are always things that he wants, but he is never demanding enough to ask for them directly. The subservient role suits him better, and when Silva wraps a strong hand around Illumi’s cock, lazily stroking him to help finish him off, Illumi’s moans are so quiet that they might as well be silent.

He fights off his own pleasure to make sure that he is not the first to come, always prioritizing family over self, even- especially- when it comes to his father’s satisfaction. Just beneath the sound of his father’s groans, Illumi’s voice can barely be heard, gasping, “Use me, daddy, use me…”



And as Silva relaxes, absentmindedly nuzzling the back of Illumi’s neck, he lets out a soft sigh and uses his son one last time for today. Illumi comes hard when his daddy pisses inside of him, the hot gush of liquid leaving him moaning, just a little bit louder than he usually does. When they’re like this, he feels closer to his father than he ever has before.



Marnie wants to suck on her brothers' dick and no it doesn't matter if they're out to dinner with the other gym leaders, she wants it now



Marnie is a gym leader herself now, and Piers is just nobody, or so he always claims, but she insists on him coming with her to these league meetings, claiming that she is still figuring things out and needs him along for her sake. Really, it’s just that she’s too clingy to go it alone, and knows that he spoils her too much to ever say no to a request from her.



But maybe it would be easier to keep going to these meetings with her if she did not always find a way to make a scene, growing bolder now that she is a gym leader herself. At first, their relationship was completely secret, and then more and more hushed whispers about the two of them being too close began to pop up, but now, there is pretty much no way to deny it. The way she clings to him in front of the other gym leaders is enough to confirm that there is more going on between them than simple familial closeness.



Today’s acting out really takes the cake, though, and just like always, Marnie does not seem to give a damn one way or another, and Piers is too in love with and too dedicated to spoiling his little sister to ever tell her no, even when what she wants is to get on her knees and suck his dick in front of everyone.



Piers should do something to put a stop to it- he realizes that about the time that Melony claps a hand over Allister’s eyes and begins trying to usher the youngest gym leader away from the shameless display. He should apologize later, maybe, or-



“Ah!” He loses his train of thought as Marnie pushes him deeper into her mouth, causing him to moan for her, and for their somewhat captive audience.

While Marnie begins to bob her head on his cock, making quite the show of sucking off her big brother, everyone has their own reaction to the whole mess. From Milo simply looking off to the side like he’s trying to give them privacy, to Bede sneering and making some rude remarks about their hometown, from Nessa’s raised brows and disgusted expression to Kabu’s lectures about public decency that everyone is overall ignoring, Piers knows that he should not be letting her get away with this.



Instead, he puts a hand on the back of her head and gives into it, groaning and bucking his hips, taking control and fucking his little sister’s face for all the other gym leaders to see. Raihan is the one to point out how into it Piers is getting, asking no one in particular if he should be recording this, though he thankfully leaves his phone in his pocket.



Piers is one thing, but he’ll be damned if he lets his little sister end up on that asshole’s social media. And again his thoughts trail off, overwhelmed by his sister’s mouth, by the way she looks up at him with wide eyes, and he can detect just a hint of pride in her expression, pleased with herself because she knows he is going to let her get away with this.



She pulls back just before he comes, and Leon, late as usual, walks in just in time to see Marnie’s face getting covered by her older brother’s come.








