Chapter 15 - Kayle and Sona - Sweaty Sex Special

Kinks - Anal, mild violence, ass-eating, far-too-much-cum.


“Why in the names of all the gods do the stage lights have to be this hot?” Sona groaned, feeling sweat drip down her forehead. There were no fewer than ten ultra-bright stage lights, each of them beaming pure heat down onto Pentakill, the most popular metal band in the world, which was composed of champions from the defunct League of Legends. The absolutely massive, muscle-bound bodies of Mordekaiser, Olaf, and Yorick towered above the slender Karthus and lithe Sona. Their weapons were their instruments, and they had played for thousands of head-banging fans just the same as they had crushed thousands of skulls. Karthus could sing the beating heart out of someone’s chest, while Sona was stunningly beautiful, and her music could force them to dance until their muscles turned to dust. 
 
At first it had just been the five of them, leaving Sona eternally unfulfilled. She was gay, and although she had her pick of plenty of groupies, there had always been something missing in the equation for her. But finally after many years of simply skullfucking any goth tart she could get her hands on, Sona found the woman who completed her.
 
Kayle, very much a dark horse. Nobody expected the angel to bleach her hair and put on black lipstick, with pants tight enough to show off her bulge. Some said she went crazy after the League collapsed and her hopes of a united future were shattered. Some said Morgana had chained her in a dungeon and fucked her until she broke. Either way, Kayle, once a pure angel, was standing on stage wearing a ridiculous outfit she never would have considered before. Most noticeably she’d shaved half her head, just like Vi, beginning her transformation into a hardcore butch bitch. Hearsay said that she had struck up a love triangle around Caitlyn, since of course Vi happily attended their concerts and dragged her girlfriend with her. Rumor was Caitlyn was seen leaving the premises with black lipstick peppered over her inner thighs.
 
Kayle’s hair was almost pure-white, while her lips were obsidian and glistening, her eyes dark and seductive. Her ears were tastefully pierced with simple rings, while a single steel barbell pierced her eyebrow. Her top was outrageous, especially in that it resembled Katarina, a Noxian’s, traditional garb: Spiked metal shoulderguards laid over a tight vest that only got midway down her body, allowing her navel to show. Indeed, her stomach was completely bare, showing off a perfectly-flat tummy with delicious abs, glistening with sweat. Sona couldn’t help but flick her eyes over to the bare skin every few seconds, subduing a desire to lick her lips. A bead of sweat trickled down her cheek and she took the opportunity to lick it; her dry mouth was thankful for the burst of salt.
 
Kayle’s top was dark, dark green with hints of black, and metal highlights. It showed off her chest, which was pleasantly-sized at a full-figured D. The vest cupped her breasts nicely, creating exquisite cleavage and pushing her tits up her chest, making them bounce hypnotically with every pulse of her body in time with the music. Her leggings were made of incredibly-tight leather that stuck to her skin like cling-wrap, leaving no curve untouched. Shining steel highlights brought out the color in them, in addition to the metal heels giving her an extra two inches of height. And, of course, there was no hiding the juicy bulge of her fifteen inch cock running down one leg. Sona floated somewhere behind her, trying to avoid staring openly as sweat rolled down Kayle’s naked back and into the crack of her ass. She almost felt that she could smell her from here.
 
All these things, Sona had been dreaming of for weeks, while Pentakill was on a world tour. She wanted Kayle in ways she couldn’t have put into words. Wanted to shove her head against her ass and make out with her asshole. Wanted to grab her balls and lick them until they were dripping. Wanted to press her nose against Kayle’s abs and shiver as her musk short-circuited her brain.
 
Then Kayle turned completely around, and looked Sona right in the eyes. Sona dropped a few notes, flustered. She flushed red with embarrassment and looked down at the keyboard, continuing to labour under the brutally-hot lights as Kayle returned her attention to the crowd, feeling drop after salty drop of her sweat roll down her chest and straight into her cleavage.
 
* 
 
The concert finished with a shower of fireworks, and a dense fog that rolled over the first few rows of cheering fans. Karthus had to restrain himself from allowing his magic to flow into the fog and turn it into the lethal Black Mist. 
 
The lights shut off, and the entire venue was plunged into a complete darkness. Murmured spells that created light sources or attuned the user’s eyes to the night were drowned out by the loudest cheer yet as their triumphant final song continued to reverberate in their ears for many seconds after the music had actually stopped. Kayle’s deep, womanly voice in particular was ringing in Sona’s, so much that she floated away backstage with a hardness that needed taking care of.
 
There was a large showering room that Sona beelined to. There was one for both sexes, so she wouldn’t have to worry about one of the masculine brutes she called bandmates walking in on her. Her outfit was clinging to her skin with sweat, and she knew she must stink like a quarterback at halftime. 
 
But before she turned on any tap, before she had even stripped, the door was pushed open, and Kayle strode in confidently, tall and mysterious with her sinfully dark-green outfit, the color of moss at sundown. “I could hear you, you know.” Kayle’s voice was no longer magically amplified, and wasn’t supposed to ring in her ears; but still, it did. Sona shivered and slowly turned, gazing up at Kayle through her crimson bangs. Her outfit was sheer: It showed every curve of her huge, heavy breasts and wide hips. Her modesty was preserved by the long train of her dress while she was onstage, but she had removed it already; leaving her ass almost bare with fishnet stockings, the fullness and jiggle of her ass bulging slightly through the tight netting. Above this, her back was naked, showing off a large, intricate tattoo that stretched almost shoulder to shoulder, and down to the small of her spine, forming a roughly triangular shape.
 
Sona’s chest rose and fell with her panting, as she tried to hold Kayle’s gaze, feeling herself get hotter and hotter as she stared at the fallen angel; and, indeed, as the fallen angel stared at her.
 
“I want you too,” Kayle intoned, tilting her head back almost like she was pointing with her chin. “I could hear your thoughts during the concert. Obviously you were making no attempt to conceal them,” she said plainly, stepping forward slowly with her long, lithe legs. Sona said nothing; would say nothing, not even if she could. Instead she swallowed softly, her smooth neck bobbing, glistening with sweat. She never realized just how hard she was projecting her thoughts… Her cock hardened to a diamond in her dress, tenting between her legs as a dollop of thick white cum oozed through the fabric…
 
Kayle wasted no more words, ducking in to fiercely kiss the much shorter woman’s lips. Sona froze, and before she could even think about kissing back, Kayle had moved down to her neck, and kissed it much more softly, opening her mouth slowly to plant her trademark black kiss on the woman she lusted for. Sona’s whole body shivered as Kayle’s mouth was opened fully, and she could feel the heat of her breath on her throat. Then Kayle licked her, long and lasciviously, gathering up the sweat of her flesh on her tongue and swallowing it gratefully. “You taste good,” she murmured, smoothly linking the fingers of their hands together, and suddenly Sona was caught in a passionate embrace, her thick red lips kissing back against the angel’s glossy black ones, mixing their lipstick. Kayle rested her free hand on Sona’s ample chest, turning her head almost ninety degrees to the side and working her mouth against Sona’s, sucking hard until her cheeks were sucked in, and Sona’s were too. Rocker girls are known for their long, dextrous tongues, and neither woman disappointed as Sona breathed out into Kayle’s mouth, sliding her tongue along with, and their slimy tongues met, wrestling, fighting; Sona’s was longer by about an inch, but Kayle’s was much stronger, and she bullied Sona’s tongue back into her mouth. Kayle tongue tasted like the sweat licked from Sona’s throat. At last, her fingers curled, sneaking underneath the maven’s top, and pulled it down to her belly.
 
Sona gasped as she suddenly found her massive breasts on display, slick with sweat, shaking up and down with the force Kayle had removed her top. Two huge, round globes that kept their shape perfectly. They were so big that, without the reinforcement of her clothing, they bulged out the sides of her chest, obscuring her arms; so big that you could easily see the roundness of them from behind her back; so big that they pressed into her arms; yet bigger than that, so that they pressed up against each other just as hard, forming natural cleavage despite her toplessness. Sona moaned hotly as Kayle shoved her face into her hot, sweaty cleavage, wiggling her head back and forth, squirming deeper and deeper into her wonderfully-full breasts. Sweat collected on her cheeks, and eventually beaded up and rolled down her face, until Sona’s salty sweat was dripping off of Kayle’s chin and into her own tits. The angel reached up and grasped either side of Sona’s chest, squeezing them together tightly as she pushed her face all the way to the center of her cleavage, almost managing to hide her entire head in them. She snorted the sweat straight off her skin, getting powerful jolts of pleasure as the salt invaded her nostrils, powerful enough that she jerked her head back and coughed into her hand; yet despite half a dozen breaths of fresh air, the musk still clung to Kayle’s nose, and she preferred it that way. “You taste incredible,” she said, correcting herself. 
 
Sona gasped as the woman stood up again, taking her full 6’8’’ size (including the 3-inch heels on her boots), and suddenly pressed her against the wall once again. Sona found herself outclassed by a good twelve inches in height, and so Kayle’s groin pressed right up against the underside of her chest, with her two sweaty, musky, ridiculously-virile balls plumped up against her belly. Kayle didn’t release her hands, keeping Sona’s chest pressed together as she pushed her big, thick cock up through her tits, sighing in pleasure as it sunk to the hilt. Kayle was very gifted between her thighs, and managed to make her cock pop out the other side despite the maven’s own gifts. At first Sona thought she was going to ask her to wrap her lips around her cock, but she pushed past her mouth and right up against her nostrils, urging her to breathe deep; and the red-haired woman paused for a moment before obeying, snorting the heady cock-musk and precum right up her nose. She screwed up her eyes and wrenched her head backwards, gasping several times as she tried to recover from the intensity, while Kayle continued to slide her huge cock in and out of the maven’s sweaty tits. 
 
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Sona said with her mind. Instead of responding with words, Kayle pulled her into another deep, sloppy kiss; pushing her long tongue into Sona’s mouth and letting them wrap around each other. Kissing her required Kayle to bend down so far that her thrusts could no longer break free on the other side of Sona’s breasts, but this was just fine, because it let the most sensitive part, her fat pink cockhead, trapped in the sweltering heat of her cleavage. Kayle felt precum and sweat beading up on her cock and rolling down her length. Their passionate, loving kiss turned into a needy, horny, desperate one while each girl pushed their tongues together and wrestled, even managing to make them curl around each other for brief moments in between swapping spit. Their deep kiss degenerated even more; less of a kiss, more making love to each other’s faces. There was no seal of suction between their mouths, and saliva spilled from their lips in generous quantities.
 
Kayle wrapped her hand around Sona’s leg, guiding it upward, pushing her cock into her thigh gap.
 
Not yet, Sona gasped, catching Kayle’s eye. Not yet. First let me… worship your cock like it deserves.
 
Kayle was taken aback, but said nothing as Sona slipped down to her knees, shoving her face right into that fat, musky cock and balls. Sona let out an audible moan of pleasure as the side of Kayle’s smelly cock pressed slightly into Sona’s eye-socket, making her feel its girth in a very visceral way as it throbbed against the soft part of her flesh. She could even pick out individual veins standing out on the surface of this thick-as-a-coke-can cock, while she nestled her fat balls against her lips, smooching one, while the other pressed against her cheek warmly. She utterly covered her face in cock, shivering with delight as she licked and snorted the sweat from Kayle’s manhood. The acuteness of the erotic smell made her brain boil like an egg, frying her higher thoughts until nothing but a cum-thirsty whore remained. She moaned again, opening her mouth wide and sucking one of Kayle’s balls into her mouth. She closed her lips ever so slightly and started to slide her tongue over the bottom of the jiggling orb, bouncing it up and down in her mouth. Kayle grabbed her red hair with both hands, almost tearing out the roots as she gripped her head, needing something to hold onto, like biting down on cloth when you’re in intense pain, which is not all that different from intense pleasure. Sona slobbered on her ball for a good fifteen seconds before she thought she had sucked all of the delicious salty taste she could for now, and switched to its twin, wrapping her lips around it and bobbing it in her mouth just like the other. Kayle was going crazy, twitching, swearing a blue streak, while her throbbing cock pressed hard against Sona’s eye and forehead, pissing precum into her hair. Sona pressed herself hard against Kayle’s bronze legs, feeling the fishnets mark her own skin with a criss-cross pattern. 
 
 “You weren’t kidding… being needy…” the fallen angel murmured, before her knees bent and she almost collapsed from arousal. “Let me feel your throat…”
 
Not yet, Sona said gently, pulling away from the thick cock, leaving a few strings of cum connecting them. She laid Kayle’s dick on her face, showing how its length could stretch from her jawline to her hair, giggling softly at the thought of it. She started laying kisses all the way up the shaft, starting with two big wet smooches on her saliva-dripping balls. Everywhere Sona kissed, a red mark was left behind, making pairs for the black stain of Kayle’s lipstick on her collar. At long last her lips found their way to the angel’s crown: A huge, mushroomed head, dark pink in color, perfectly smooth on the top unlike the rest of her dick that was studded with veins. She laid at least half a dozen passionate kisses on the head before sliding her soft lips up against her curled foreskin, actually keeping her mouth pursed as she bumped into it, seemingly just another kiss. But they opened, and she took it into her mouth, laying it on her tongue, and moaning around it. While Sona was kissing, she kept her hands folded demurely in her lap, obscuring her own twitching meat.  But when she tasted the hot, salty musk of her glans, Sona couldn’t help but reach up and cradle Kayle’s huge balls in her palms, lifting one while dropping the other, juggling her testicles as she gargled her cock. Her own severely-aroused girlcock slid from beneath the hem of her dress, and droplets of white cum spilled from the tip, running down the bottom and dripping to the floor.
 
“Deeper,” Kayle moaned, which earned another Not yet from Sona. She could still speak telepathically even with her mouth full.  As Kayle growled in frustration, she swirled her tongue around and around, leaving the tip long enough for another blob of cum to form before she came back for it, swallowing it eagerly. The motion of her muscles when she swallowed tugged on Kayle’s cock, teasing her yet more. How badly do you want it? Sona hummed, gently sucking, her lips sticking to the veins mapping the thick member. She pulled away, laying the cock on her face while she returned to kissing those sagging nuts. 
 
“In about fifteen seconds I’m going to stop holding myself back,” Kayle said, quite truthfully. Anger was apparent on her face. Sona wanted Kayle. Kayle just wanted Sona’s body. Slowly the angel wrapped her hands around Sona’s head, on either side, curling her fingers around her cheeks. Sona glanced upwards, laughing again, before playing Kayle’s cock like a flute, slobbering all over the side, wrapping her tongue around it, sliding her head back and forth, gently masturbating her.
 
“Fuck this,” she said at last, and the grip on Sona’s head strengthened from a guide to a vice. She roughly tugged Sona around to the tip of her aching cock and plunged it into her mouth, down her throat, in a single motion. 
 
She got about halfway down the shaft before Sona’s gagging and thrashing stopped her despite the wetness of her throat. “When I say suck, you suck. Understand, bitch?” Kayle shouted, neither expecting nor wanting a response. Telepathically she received some garbled language from Sona, who couldn’t marshal her thoughts properly when porked this deep on dick. She gagged again, throatslop pouring from her lip, as she struggled to pull away. Kayle delivered a firm, loud slap hard enough to really make her feel it. Sona’s thrashing slowed, and Kayle slapped her again, hard, which seemed to calm her down completely. Sona gazed up at her with hate in her eyes, as she gagged again and almost spit up on her dick. Kayle reaffixed her grip on Sona’s head and started roughly fucking her mouth, not caring for the wet sounds of distress burbling from the maven’s lips. With every thrust, she went deeper, stretching out Sona’s throat dramatically so that the bulge was incredibly obvious from the outside. Her neck smoothly wrapped around the thumping girlcock, glistening with sweat. 
 
“I warned you, bitch,” Kayle said, bringing herself to the hilt in Sona’s mouth. Sona found herself pressed up against a triangle of pubic hair, and the smell wasn’t nearly so nice here. Here it was bitter. She put her hands on Kayle’s thighs and tried to push herself off, but the angel grabbed her head hard with both hands and forced her to stay right where she was, choking, turning blue. Thick throatslop oozed from Sona’s lips, drooled freely onto Kayle’s ballsack. Now she placed her hands on Kayle’s thighs, but instead of pushing, gently patted, signalling her distress. Kayle just laughed cruelly, and kicked Sona in the stomach. “Hold still,” she hissed, roughly slamming the last inch of her cock in and out of Sona’s mouth, ensuring the maven left plenty of red, smeared lipstick marks in a ring around her base. Sona’s eyes crossed and she made one more pitiful mental stab at Kayle to try and make her see reason…
 
…then she realized just how fucking aroused she was. Her cock was the biggest she’d ever seen it, and was excitedly pumping tablespoons of thick nut onto itself. Her cheeks and stomach were burning red with delight where Kayle had hit her. Her brain was swimming in a haze of arousal… and every time Kayle called her bitch, she felt like she could cum right there from the slightest touch.
 
Maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe a moment of magic, but Kayle could have sworn that suddenly Sona looked up at her with hearts in her eyes. Instead of patting her thighs, she wrapped her hands around Kayle’s legs and grabbed hungrily at her asscheeks, urging Kayle to fuck her face even harder. The angel, confused but horny, started to jackhammer herself in and out of that warm, svelte throat as fast as she could. Sona’s hands tightened around her ass as she bottomed out, like she didn’t want her to pull out, only to be immediately disappointed, and then just as quickly stuffed full of thick cock again. It felt like she was dislocating her jaw. The next time Kayle pulled out enough to end up in her mouth, Sona took the opportunity to shove her tongue against her urethra, splitting it apart and sliding her wet tongue down the cumvein. Kayle hissed in pain, but that was replaced almost immediately by a positively supernatural feeling of pleasure as the slimy thing slithered down her dick. “Oh Christ,” she swore, unable to push back in thanks to the anchor of Sona’s tongue, and not wanting to. Sona licked hungrily, digging out as much cum as she could with her curling tongue. She didn’t do this very long; just enough to make Kayle peak. She could feel it. The muscles in Kayle’s legs tensed up, and her balls almost seemed to grow bigger in preparation. Instantly she withdrew her tongue and them slammed that dick down her throat, all the way to the base in a single motion, coating it once more in her hot saliva and slimy muscles. Kayle would have cum either way, but it was far better being covered in a tight little cocksleeve like Sona. Her huge dick spurted thick ropes, multiple blasts, aligning with each heartbeat. Kayle’s musky, outrageously-virile cum poured down her neck, almost clogging it with its thickness. Sona jolted forwards a half-inch, pushing her nose right into Kayle’s bush, in order to break the clog with dick. It worked, and instantly thereafter she felt every ounce of that hot cum emptying into her stomach, throb by throb, emptying Kayle’s balls with her talented throat.
 
“Ho-o-o-ly shit,” Kayle gasped, losing her footing and collapsing to the floor, pulling her cock free of Sona’s mouth with a long, wet, gooey schllk. Almost as soon as she did, Sona dropped to her hands and knees, feverishly kissing and licking Kayle’s oozing cock, not letting a single fucking drop spill to the floor. She caught it all, slurping Kayle from the base to the tip, then pursing her lips at the urethra and sucking it right from the source. Kayle’s orgasm wound down slowly, squeezing out at least an extra quart of cum that Sona whorishly swallowed before at last it was over. Sona immediately leaned down farther and started making out with Kayle’s balls, even nipping at them with her teeth in an attempt to make Kayle hit her again. Punish me, she whined, shaking her wide ass in the air. I’ve been such a bad girl.
 
“Crazy bitch,” Kayle grunted as she wiped a little drool from her face. She was completely naked now, other than the fishnets. That word made Sona’s heart race, which only made her dive her face between Kayle’s thighs and start licking the sweat from her skin. Kayle breathed deeply as she spread her legs and let the maven go to town. With each lick, her tongue got saltier. She remained between Kayle’s legs for almost a minute before pulling herself out, with a crazed look on her face. She jumped forward and pushed a sloppy kiss onto Kayle, shoving her tongue into her mouth as she laid her massive breasts on her body. Sona’s cum-slick cock also ended up between Kayle’s legs, and the maven (squatting on her body) nudged her feet against those legs, making Kayle tighten up. She moaned into the kiss as Kayle’s thighs collapsed on her cock on both sides, making a tight seal. If Sona pulled out even slightly, she could feel sweat building up on the inside edge of her flared cockhead, which only excited her more. 
 
They made out hotly, Kayle tasting her own sweat on Sona’s tongue. Sona’s change of tune pleased her, and she hummed pleasantly as she sank her hands into her gorgeous chest, fingers practically disappearing into her fuckpillows. At length Sona pulled out, and to Kayle’s great surprise, shoved her face into the angel’s armpit and started furiously licking. Naturally this was the sweatiest place on Kayle’s entire body, and the salt was enough to make Sona’s tongue burn. “What are you doing?” Kayle asked, before Sona forced a quick salty kiss onto her before standing up and holding her dick in Kayle’s face.
 
It was a wild idea, and she didn’t give it a moment of second thought. I want to fuck your… sweaty armpit… Sona admitted, blushing heavily, her whole face red. The smell of you is just driving me fucking crazy. Please let me… she begged, letting out a loud moan at the same time as her telepathy. 
 
“O…kay?” Kayle said, eyebrows raised, and held her arm up, letting Sona slip her dick into the dank, wet crevice. Sona moaned again, much more excited-sounding this time, as her aching girlcock was finally quenched in some kind of hole, at least. She didn’t really expect Kayle to blow her, or to catch anal, so this was the only way she could get some relief. Sighing gratefully Sona hilted in Kayle’s armpit, her smaller dick barely managing to poke out the other side. But without a foreskin, this was a bit unpleasant, so she resolved not to push so deep next time. She spilled precum into the pit, making it even wetter as she continued to fuck it, making herself hotter and hotter until she was a panting, heaving mess of arousal. This is too crazy… but I love it, she said, not projecting her thoughts, keeping it to herself. She couldn’t close her mouth, as her eyes slowly, slowly rolled back into her head as her orgasm raced towards her. The squelching sound was deliciously disgusting, and the feeling of Kayle’s (semi-shaved) armpit hair clinging to her dick was the final nail in the coffin. Even the smell was more intense as she stirred up a hole that should have been left alone. Finally her thrusts slowed, and she laid her cock as deep as she could without penetrating the other side, her ass cheeks clenching hard as thick gouts of ropey sperm poured from her overexcited cock. She hadn’t masturbated in over a week, and what came out was thick, clumping cum an off-yellow color with a sinfully-musky smell. 
 
“Jesus Christ!” Kayle swore as Sona came into her armpit, feeling thick, lumpy fucksludge spurt into her armpit and roll down the side of her body. “You’re a maniac. I love it!” she grinned, eagerly sliding her shoulder back and forth, jerking her off (now that she had properly come to terms with what Sona wanted). 
 
No… I’m just so painfully in lust with you, Sona cooed over the mental connection, which seemed to pierce through Kayle’s armor, making her blush and smile. She let out a moan, both telepathically and with her mouth, as she sank down to her knees. Now would you… allow me the pleasure of titfucking you..? I can promise it will be unlike anything you’ve experienced before…
 
“I believe it,” Kayle said honestly, staring at Sona’s breasts. They were ridiculously big, seemingly ignoring gravity, maybe even a little strangely hard, as if she had implants… All this, just how she liked them. “But didn’t you already give me one?”
 
“Shh,” Sona murmured, kneeling at Kayle’s side and letting her huge, heavy chest dangle over her cock. The undersides were simply massive, jiggling with each heaving breath. Kayle swallowed hard as Sona brought them down around her cock, but instead of pushing it between them, like before, she twisted to the side and guided Kayle’s dick into her sweaty underboob, which was bound to be even more humid than her armpits. Kayle shivered and gasped as she sank her cock as deep as she could beneath Sona’s tits, until she was prodding at the fold of skin where they hung off her body. “Holy shit,” she breathed, feeling hot flesh envelop her. 
 
There were no more words. The women devolved into shameless, bestial fucking. Kayle braced her arms on the floor and started humping into Sona’s underboob, gasping and moaning with every breath, every thrust excruciating in its intensity; the best part was that she could actually feel sweat beading up underneath the flare of her glans, bringing it from a sweaty-sex wet dream into a slimy, salty frenzy. 
 
Kayle jumped to her feet, leaving Sona on the floor, pulling her sopping-wet cock out of Sona’s underboob and stuffing it right back in, horizontally this time, with the upwards curl of her member gracefully lifting the heaving bosom. Kayle sank her teeth into her soft lower lip, hissing out a long “fffffffffuck” as she started to see-saw in and out of the maven’s sweaty breasts.
 
She didn’t last long. The feeling was too unique, too intense, almost mind-numbing as the sweat collected on her bell-end and tingled her urethra. She hammered it as hard as she could until gouts of hot, sticky cum erupted from her throbbing prick, splattering wetly against the inner side of Sona’s cleavage, which immediately began to drip down in long, ropey strands. Kayle’s small, shaven bush tickled the rounded skin. Sona giggled, and scooped jizz into her hands, smearing it on her chest before stuffing her fingers in her mouth and sucking them dry. Kayle’s orgasm was long, loud and sloppy as she moaned crazily in pleasure, rutting her chest like a bitch in heat. Her spurts of cum eventually slowed down after three or four dozen blasts, making a sticky, musky pool on Sona’s belly. But before the maven could make her move, Kayle started fucking again, in the same place, hissing through her teeth as she worked her overstimulated prick to the breaking point. “Again,” she moaned, this time stuffing her cock underneath one of her breasts but letting it curl up until the pink tip jabbed out of her cleavage. Sona’s chest wobbled precariously as Kayle executed this unusual position; her breasts so overworked that thin beads of milk began to dribble from her nipples.
 
Kayle came again after a few minutes, her face screwing up in pleasure as she felt her ballsack tighten. “Hnnngh,” she groaned, giving a few final wet slaps of her sticky, cum-drenched pubes to Sona’s breasts before hilting, squirting her load onto the woman’s face. Sona opened her mouth obediently, managing to catch a few loose strings of cum; but the vast majority of it landed on her cheeks and jaw. The first few layers were sticky enough to stay where they are, but as Kayle pumped out another huge load, eventually the cum started dripping down off itself and onto Sona’s rippling cleavage. She giggled again, resting her palms on the top of her chest before smearing it around again, much more thoroughly this time, until her whole chest was glistening. Kayle dropped to one knee, weak after two orgasms, and shoved her face into the slimy cleavage, snorting cum off her skin like cocaine. She jerked backwards with a loud “Guh!” as it hit her, and her eyes crossed. “I never thought Sona of all people would smell like wet sex,” she marvelled, gingerly rubbing her red, aching cock with her fingers and thumb
 
Now it’s my turn, Sona announced, getting on her knees and grinning. She pushed Kayle to the ground, who offered no resistance to it. Slowly Sona mounted her, wiggling her butt in anticipation of taking that big, thick cock down to the base. 
 
“Wait,” Kayle moaned, but Sona sat down on her dick, causing an incredibly intense rush of feelings from her tip. Kayle’s face screwed up again and she cried out in pleasure and pain as Sona’s fat ass slowly slid down the tip, squeezing it between her cheeks before it even got close to her hot asshole. Sona’s once-virgin, once-cute little pucker had been so well-fucked that it now bulged out slightly, dark pink, craving cock. Kayle felt the heat coming from it before she even touched it. When at last Sona sank Kayle’s prick one inch, two inches, three inches into her steaming asshole, the angel shuddered at the sudden return of orgasmic pleasure. 
 
Ahn, Sona moaned simply over the mental connection, starting to bob up and down on Kayle’s manhood, with her own cock wiggling freely up and down. With each thrust, she pushed more and more cock into her ass, slowly filling herself up with Kayle’s massive member. So thick, she cooed, reaching behind her and squeezing Kayle’s balls. They were still sticky from cum and spit, and she soon brought her hand to her nose, sniffing deeply, enjoying the heady, delicious cockmusk, before returning to grabbing her sloshing cumtanks in an effort to get them to produce more, more, more.
 
“You’re so tight,” Kayle whined, almost feeling like her dick was on fire from overstimulation.
 
It’s not my fault you’re enormous, Sona cooed, continuing to bounce happily on Kayle’s lap. It felt indescribably good to stuff herself so deeply, so completely with a massive cock like this. She could practically feel the head punching her in the stomach by the time she bottomed out on it. Aaaaaahh. Sona’s hands splayed on Kayle’s chest as she leaned forward, letting her own heavy girlcock rest on Kayle’s sweaty abs. Instead of pumping up and down, she instead slowly rotated her pelvis, giving Kayle’s cock a firm, circular massage. Almost immediately Kayle stopped breathing so hard, since this was a far more gentle motion, and yet still extremely exciting for Sona, who just wanted as much cock crammed into her as she could get. 
 
“Wait, you have healing magic!” Kayle shouted. “Your body’s so good it feels like my cock’s gonna explode. Heal me!”

Sona burst out laughing, and her full-body jerks made Kayle moan even worse. Okay, she said, closing her eyes and concentrating. She began to sing, a wordless tune that reminded Kayle of growing grass, soaring trees, and blue skies. An aura of energy radiated from her body, which melded with her lover.
 
Kayle gasped. She felt her cock, her balls… growing. An undeniable feeling of thickening, lengthening, and in the case of her balls, swelling massively. She howled in confused pleasure as it happened, and there was nothing she could do to fight it. By the time it finished, she was as hung as a horse. “Christ! Sona! What did you do?”
 
Mmm… sorry. My magic is dependent on my emotions. And right now I just want a big, fat cock to absolutely stuff and ruin me. Don’t worry, I can change you back… I think. Sona let out an audible sigh as she continued sinking down Kayle’s new and improved fucktool, her asshole hungrily swallowing the new inches that had appeared. Kayle was going to chastise her again when she realized the pain was gone.
 
The pain was gone, and there was a stacked, cum-dripping bimbo bouncing on her lap. 
 
She reached up and loudly slapped Sona on the cheek, causing the maven to moan whorishly as a tingle ran down her whole body. Ruin me, she begged, pushing her hard cock against Kayle’s abs as hard as she could, until it was bent at almost a 70 degree angle, when she felt the angel move.
 
Suddenly Sona found herself on her hands and knees, with Kayle roughly coupling with her ass. Her strength had returned, and she laid dozens of hard spanks onto her jiggling ass. Sona’s face flushed red with excitement and she continued to moan as Kayle gave it to her hard and deep, filling her favorite hole in a way that had never been done before. Her eyes rolled back as Kayle’s cock slammed against her prostate with every thrust, utterly assaulting the fleshy little nub until it was red and inflamed, and Sona was leaking juice freely from her hanging dick. Oh my god. Oh my godomygodomygod… I… can’t… hold it… she whined, and then suddenly her legs went limp and she began to piss on the floor, completely losing control of her bladder. Kayle had to grab Sona’s thighs to keep the girl from collapsing, but still, the maven’s head smashed into the floor, and with a gurgle, her higher brain functions shut off as she took the greatest dick of her life. Her puckered asshole sucked and slurped on the wet cock, her fat ass squeezing the thick rod pleasurably. She could feel the pencil-thick veins on Kayle’s cock as it disappeared into her ass, deep enough to bulge out of her stomach on the other side. She drooled like a baby, moaning and twitching as Kayle slamfucked her ass so hard it felt like she was trying to mate with the little shemale. This was proven at least somewhat correct as Kayle gasped loudly and hilted inside her, with an absolutely massive orgasm overtaking her body.
 
Thick, heavy, hot cream blasted into Sona’s depths, flooding her digestive system. She could feel it gushing, could hear it sloshing, as it seeped into every crevice of her body. Kayle’s new, immense balls were gurgling loudly as the skin went taut and they dumped gallon after gallon after fucking gallon of churning fucksludge into Sona’s rear end. Sona’s fingers weakly tried to grip the wet floor as her subby cock wiggled and danced with every thrust. Her own balls had been completely emptied by now, squirting her much smaller load all over the floor during and after the moment she lost control of her bladder. The bitter smell invaded her nostrils, and she moaned again as the force of Kayle’s fucking pushed her farther and farther into the ground until practically her whole front side was touching the floor, with only her fat asscheeks still up in the air. As Kayle’s orgasm wore on, her cock quickly became wet and sloppy with her own dredged-up jizz, which lubricated Sona’s asshole marvellously, allowing Kayle to continue thrusting despite the immense pleasure of her cumming. She felt her taint throbbing with every blast, as though the very muscles in her body had begun to rebel against the raw sex she was having; but still rope after sticky rope erupted from her cock, only adding to the growing pool of steaming jizz in Sona’s asshole. Suddenly Sona burped, lifting her head from the ground for a moment, and then hot cum poured from her mouth, forced through her entire body and up her throat by the sheer weight and pressure of it all. When Kayle saw this she redoubled her efforts, slamfucking Sona hard enough that her ass jiggled continuously from the vigorous thrusting. Sona tried to close her mouth, but was almost instantly overwhelmed by the pressure, and her lips burst open to vomit another quart of thick sperm onto the once-clean, now-defiled floor.
 
Are… you done…? Sona said weakly, the mental connection very weak now as her concentration faded. She felt Kayle pull away from her ass, and she relaxed slightly, still experiencing intense pleasure as that fat cock pulled inch by inch out of her sucking, grabbing asshole.
 
Momentarily, Kayle replaced her cock with her face; hotly frenching Sona’s asshole with her tongue. She shoved it unceremoniously between her fat cheeks, closing her eyes as she swirled her tongue around and around the gaping hole she’d made. Sona groaned as she felt her cock twitch wildly, Kayle’s rocker-girl three-inch tongue easily slipping into her ass and into the pool of cum. Rabidly she ate her ass while roughly prodding her sore prostate with the tip of her tongue, making an enormous amount of noise. Sucking, slurping, gasping. A wet sound as excess cum poured from Sona’s ass and Kayle’s mouth, gluing Kayle’s face against her ass and reducing the airflow enough that the film of cum guttered slobberingly. Kayle’s impassioned moans as the huge dick between her legs throbbed and pumped cum onto the floor. Her face was an absolute mess in no time at all, coated in sticky cum from her jaw almost to her eyes, since Sona’s gaping asshole was in no shape to contain it. Sona ground her ass into the hungry felching, her own excited prick twitching wildly between her legs. Kayle smushed her jaw into Sona’s balls, wrapping her fingers around the rod and jerking it roughly, continuing to tongue her prostate until Sona exploded into her hand, venting her balls with a satisfied groan.
 
I’ve never felt so full, Sona gurgled, and the emotions that accompanied this fullness were so strong that they transmitted through the psychic link. Kayle felt a queasiness in her own stomach as if there were gallons of sloshing cum inside. It feels… absolutely amazing…
 
Sona straightened up slightly, holding her hand over her ass and humming a healing spell. It shrank down to a button, trapping all that delicious, salty cum inside. Still humming, she turned around and forced herself on Kayle, hotly making out with her and tasting her own ass on Kayle’s lips. It was bitter, but the semen was sweet, and they rolled on the floor for a good while until at last every bit of them was sore
 
Sona pulled away from the kiss with a wet pop. Shall we continue this at your place? She said.
 
“I want to shower first,” Kayle said, gazing at the room beyond.
 
No. At least not yet. You’re going to be my unwashed Goddess. Your stink is heavenly~
 
This pleased Kayle so greatly that she put up no more of a fuss; they both threw on their clothes and swiftly left the once-pristine changing room, which now had thick ropes of cum gluing the walls to the floor, a massive puddle of cum and piss slowly tumbling into the drains, and even a dent in a locker where Kayle had thumped her head during orgasm. It smelled strongly of cum, mostly a pleasant salty odour mixed with a sugary delight.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Commissions have reopened.
