Chapter 2 - Beyond Kissing and Touching

Kissing, Groping, Cunnilingus, Magic Cock, Vaginal Sex

Chloe's latest discovery makes her seek her unwilling partner again, this time pulling any restraint on herself loose, going all the way to claiming Chris’ body.


Chris' apartment - Late Evening
 “Ahhh…”
 
A relaxed sigh echoed in the vicinity of the bathroom, the owner currently cladded in her blue with linings of pink sleeping attire.
 
Yukine Chris was nursing her still-moist hair with a fluffy red towel, her body still flushed from the warmth of her bath.
 
It was something she needed as much physically as emotionally, especially regarding the events that occurred earlier in the day. After all, it was not every day you get assaulted by a middle schooler vixen in a semi-public area, or school’s ground nonetheless.
 
“Still, what’s her deal exactly?” The silver-haired girl pondered under her breath.
 
Chris could feel anger bubbling inside herself at the mere thought of the brat, Chloe Von Einzbern, the girl’s face adorning a smirk easily popping into her head, causing her to be rougher in drying her hair.
 
She let out another frustrated sigh after reigning in her emotions. “Why do younger people around me always cause me trouble?” She laments herself.
 
It was indeed true, the younger they were, the more troublesome they would equally turn to be in their own way. Tachibana Hibiki's regular attempts to physically cling to her in a display of affection. Her two youngest kouhais, Akatsuki Kirika and Tsukuyomi Shirabe being the handfuls they could be, in which Chris blames Maria a fair bit regarding it. Even the ever-mature-looking and composed Kohinata Miku could have her moment, snuffing any hope of having normal friends… as close as normal fitting her own definition, which she has not fully thought of.
 
Still, a pre-pubescent girl knowing a bit too much about sex as a whole and having her sight on her was not fitting her current building definition either.
 
On the contrary, it merely cements the fact that she is attracting odd people, from a thousand year old priestesses to a potential little rapist.
 
“Hrggg… I don’t know what I was expecting when yearning for a normal life, but I’m certain, this was not in it,” she grumbles as she pinches the bridge of her nose, eyes clenched at what weird direction her life is leaning toward as of late.
 
With an umpteenth sigh, something she has done a lot since getting home, Chris was eager for a well-deserved nap, hoping to shut any thought regarding the current state of her life for a while.
 
That is if she was allowed to.
 
Pushing the door of her bedroom was a peculiar sight awaiting her, someone not belonging here sitting on her bed, flipping through the pages of one of the manga Chris had borrowed from a friend.
 
Chris must have stayed stunned for a moment too long as her presence was noticed by the uninvited guest, the latter tearing their attention from the page they were on to the owner of the apartment before smiling brightly.
 
Chris would admit that the sun-kissed girl was rather cute in her own right, her face having still some baby fat making a decent target to pinch her cheeks. Yet what the brat was on the inside would keep anyone away for their own safety.
 
Hence why, Chris’ guard was up to fend off any upcoming assault, she would feel more at ease if Ichaival were on her person, but her pendant was currently on her nightstand, closer to Chloe than her self.
 
Even so, using it would warrant questioning by the Old Man later on as to the reason why she felt the need to use a not-so-classified weapon in a relatively safe area and circumstances.
 
So yeah, keeping the young girl in check was the best protection she could have at the moment, Chris kept a very attentive eye on her intruder, ready to pick up any sign of danger to her person and acting accordingly.
 
The older girl watches as the other’s smile falters throughout the lengthening silence until it was entirely gone, Chloe no longer able to look directly at Chris.
 
The action warrants a small concern to Chris, but she remembered getting manipulated like that the first time, her concern used against her to strike. So, she kept her distance.
Why you
After another moment of tense silence, she ultimately was the one to break it. “What the fuck are you doing here? Hell, I would even ask how the fuck did you get in here?”
 
The latter question sparks Chloe’s interest more than the former, looking up back at Chris, grinning as she answers. “My magic ‘Trace’ is perfect for replicating things I have a great understanding of. It includes door keys once I accurately mapped the keyhole's shape.”
 
For a good measure, Chloe held a hand up, glowing faintly as she gathers her magic, willing into existence a perfect copy of Chris’ key apartment. “You would need a door with a magnetic key and such to keep me out.”
 
Chris was not happy with this information, less at how casual the young girl was about breaking and entering someone’s else home. But it was sadly only one more thing to add to the unhinged girl’s behavior.
 
Not breaking eye contact with Chloe, Chris feed the conversation by reiterating her first question. “So, that’s the how, now about the why you are here?”
 
“I'm low on mana!” Chloe exclaims with enthusiasm, her hands joining together while talking of her reason as a matter of fact, at least what she would like to pass her inner desire as.
 
Chris was certainly not buying into it, and she knew that Chloe knew that she was not buying into her bullshit excuse.
 
It still irked Chris, nonetheless, raising her voice as she began talking. “Are you seriously fucking with me right now! We both know that mana-wise, you’re more than good for a while, more so with your stunt earlier that day!”
 
Chloe startled a bit at the sudden change of tone in the busty girl's voice. It was not the first time someone was upset at her for various reasons. Hell, she would often take pleasure in creating a bit of chaos with the ones she knows personally.
 
But somehow, she was not getting the same satisfaction regarding the girl. Chris’ face plagued with traces of anger might be endearing to watch, but it equally causes her stomach to churn a bit in discomfort.
 
Call it ‘gut feeling’ literally, but Chloe was now unsure that she would get herself to where she wanted them to be by further antagonizing the gorgeous Adaptor, Yukine Chris.
 
‘I need to change my approach.’ Chloe thought, racking her brain to find the best angle of attack against a guarded target.
 
Chris was waiting with a bated breath, her eyes shifting back and forth between her relic pendant on her nightstand and the vixen girl occupying her bed.
 
She instinctively took a step back when a quick motion was detected by the smaller girl, the Living Servant having suddenly risen from the bed to properly face her.
 
“Fine, I’m sorry! I know I took advantage of you when I had the chance, and while the first time was true because I was low in mana, I should have explained the situation to you and asked for your consent. I’m also sorry for what I did to you earlier that day, from tearing your clothes to everything afterward. I’m really sorry.”
 
Chris blinks once, twice, thrice being on the receiving end of this quite random apology. She didn’t believe the girl was capable of that, bowing apologetically. Instead, she would have thought Chloe would just wait long enough until water run under the bridge as if erasing her past deeds.
 
It quickly dawns on her that it was the thing, Chloe was used to having everything happening beforehand being erased, easily forgiven, and then moving on to something else as if nothing happened.
 
Any doubt regarding Chloe's insincerity with her theatrical apology was confirmed when the girl attempted to, not so sneakily, gauge her reaction, her face smoothly morphing into a hint of a pout, making use of her round and cute face to garner more sympathy in her regard.
 
And while Chloe was the cutest person Chris had laid eyes on, she wouldn’t let her have it this easily, giving the girl a hefty dose of a reality check, action and behavior have consequences.
 
“I will commend you on this apology, your act was undoubtedly well put together to make it how so believable. And I might have been more prone to believe it if you didn’t break into my house and straight out lied to my face about your intentions first. So, I will kindly, which you don’t deserve, ask you to get the hell out of my house.”
 
Chris gave one of her rarest bone-chilling smiles, one that sent a dreadful shiver down Chloe’s back with the slightest amount of arousal mixed to it.
 
She came to the realization that the busty girl already made up her mind concerning her, that her attempt to make things even a bit better between them was met with doubt and under the guise of an ulterior motive. Arguably the Candidate was right, but dismissing her this harshly despite her, surprisingly sincere apology caused a prickle in her heart.
 
Chloe was at a dead end, she couldn't trick, less gaslighting the high school student, and any apologetic behavior would be regarded as a ploy in order to get what she wants. It, unfortunately, leaves her with this sole alternative, violence.
 
And if it was appropriate to choose it in order to satisfy her desire regardless of the risk and downsides later on… yes, it was. They probably won’t meet each other once things with their mutual enemy are solved, she will get back to her world and then regard everything happening in this world as a nice memory.
 
Yep, Chloe made up her mind.
 
Chris felt the air change in the room, and she was not liking what was happening in front of her, the tanned girl's face morphed into something eager, like a predator looking at prey. She didn’t need to think too much as to who the prey was.
 
As she closes her thought on that, Chloe was pouncing on her.
 
Reflexes kicking in, Chris welcome Chloe's frontal charge, punishing her audacity with a front kick and sending her back stumbling back into the bedroom, hitting the bed.
 
She didn’t linger around, her own home becoming a trap for as long as Chloe was inside as well.
 
Running into the living room, she took a handful of darts set on one shelf, throwing one behind her as she jump over the couch, putting something between her and her pursuer.
 
Chloe’s eyes widen in shock at the pointy object hurled at her face, jerking her head to the side to dodge the harmful item. She could feel her heart beating faster at the close call, instinctively putting her body into battle mode.
 
Laying her eyes on Chris, she took on a battle-ready stance awaiting the appearance of her opponent, one hand holding a handful of darts, the other raised and armed to launch the next one.
 
The two remain at a standstill, waiting for an opportunity to make the first move, no words were needed, just focused eyes on the other.
 
Chris notices Chloe’s glowing faintly, taking it as her cue to attack, throwing the dart at the ready.
 
Chloe swiftly steps forward, ducking her head under the threatening weapon as she runs toward the silver-haired girl.
 
She attempts to use the couch to leap on the girl, only for her plan to be thwarted.
 
Chris kicks the back of the couch, pushing it enough to kill Chloe’s momentum, canceling her jump, her body colliding with the rest of the couch.
 
She moves around the couch, intending to aim for Chloe’s butt with her next dart for an extra dose of punishment.
 
But Chloe recovers quickly enough, projecting a white sword, Kanshou, to protect herself from one, swinging skyward to cut the next, dodging yet another one, grazing her cheek.
 
Chris was taken by surprise, Chloe’s reaction time thwarting her plan, allowing the vixen to transition from the couch to closing the distance.
 
In a last-ditch effort, Chris attempts to stab the middle schooler with her remaining dart, moving her arm downward, aiming for her shoulder.
 
But Chloe was not having it reinforcing her free arm with magic and blocking the attack by catching her opponent's wrist, and in the same breath, resting the tip of her sword against Chris’ neck.
 
“I win,” Chloe said proudly, recovering her steady breathing with a smile.
 
Chris scolded at being held at sword length, a situation she hasn’t experimented for a while. She ultimately heaves a defeated sigh, dropping the last darts in her hand. The window bay behind her was her downfall, more so her choice to lure Chloe there first.
 
“What now?” Chris voices. She was already aware of what would happen, she doubts that the vixen had gone to such length for nothing.
 
She was yet again taken by surprise as Chloe smoothly let go of her, burying her head in her voluptuous bosom the next second, and telling her to stay still, letting her unable to do otherwise oddly.
 
Chloe was using this moment to her advantage, hugging the other girl tightly while putting her thoughts together, Chris beating heart doing wonders to that.
 
She has no doubt that she latest plan had rocketed high school student’s disdain at her regard, and now she was second thought about making it even worse.
 
She thought about anything that could lower the hatred at her person but came with nothing. She has nothing to make the situation even slightly better for herself.
 
“I’m sorry, truly.” She found herself renewing an apology. “I usually don’t go this far with anyone, just kissing and then done,” she confesses. She had shared several kisses with Illya, and never lost control or got the urge to go further. “But it’s different with you somehow, I can’t seem to keep myself in check around you since we met. I just… I don’t know!” She buries her head once more into heavenly pillows, rubbing herself in them for added comfort.
 
Chris contemplates the words said, they sounded a lot more sincere than those from earlier. The same apology was reiterated, but there were no lies webbed into them, at least, none she could detect.
 
She then recalled the words that Chloe’s sister, Illya told her when she wanted to know a bit more about the tanned vixen.
 
 
“Kuro mostly than not doesn’t lie, she is quite brutally honest either with her words or her actions. She might lure you with the right word, but only if she’s planning something, usually not good for the other party. But I must admit that I never saw her being this clingy with anyone. Even Onii-chan doesn’t receive this much attention, so, I think you might be special to her then, Chris-san.”
 
 
“What do you want from me?” Chris let out a resigned sigh. To be fair she has already been caught, and without the Symphogear she wouldn’t be able to compete with the magical being’s strength. So, smoothing what was going to happen might be in her best and sole interest.
 
“You believe me?” Chloe asks a bit dumbfounded, lifting her face from the velvet entrapment from the twin mounds.
 
Chris was taken aback by Chloe's face seemingly popping out cutesy from her chest, attracting her attention for a moment, before looking away. “Whether I believe you or not doesn’t really matter does it, so what do you want from me?
 
Consent. Albeit coerced one, but consent nonetheless.
 
Chloe could not believe she was getting it. She might obtain with forceful maneuver, but it was still consent, and it might feel oddly as good as forcing herself on someone until they melt under her ministrations.
 
But this was new and thrilling.
 
With several thoughts spinning in her mind, she let out the very first thing she wished to do upon laying eyes on Yukine Chris. “Your boobs, can I touch them?”
 
Chris raised an eyebrow at the request, tying the string of words to attest to the meaning of the sentence. She then smirks despite her own situation. “You’re already quite snuggled up to them regardless of my consent, but fine, you can, no funny business though.
 
Chloe’s pouted at first, a cute one Chris will never be willing to admit it pulled to her heartstrings. She then smiles happily, throwing Chris’ heart into another magnitude of confusion.
 
Fortunately, the high school student was saved from her upcoming dwelling by small hands cupping her giant meat bun through the fabric of her top.
 
It was the second time touching them, and it felt as exhilarating as the first time Chloe did grope those luscious pair of potential milk jugs. The presence of the thin layer of clothes only dampens the overall feel by a small amount.
 
Yet it was an enticing sight to behold, how the pajama top molded around the hefty pair of heavy breasts, their weight fitting how so well in the palm of her hands, while her fingers sink into unyielding flesh.
 
Her fingers draw circles on the mammary mounds, zooming closer and closer from perks nipples before taking hold of them between thumbs and index fingers.
 
“Ahhh~”
 
A melodious moan stirs Chloe momentarily from her ministration, as she looks at the older girl accommodating her current whims, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of the silver-haired girl's expression. Chris’ face was flushed with a dusty red, her eyes a quarter-lidded with sparkles of lust in her iris, and a curled finger between her lips to prevent more noise to escape.
 
‘Beautiful’ was the word describing the view the best to Chloe. She already attests long before that her unwilling-now-willing partner was physically gorgeous? And adding lust to her easily put her in the category of sex icons.
 
Chris was currently a sight to behold for anyone, and Chloe was getting wet by the sheer exposure of such sex appeal.
 
She gulps when she felt butterflies fluttering inside her stomach, she was already skeptical that feeling the bountiful mounds to her heart's content wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her long curiosity toward the battle singer, but now, Chloe was unsure how long and how much she would have to do in order to quell this growing desire inside her.
 
Finger dancing on covered tits, teasing the pebbles peeking through the annoying fabric of Chris’ clothes.
 
“Can I touch them directly?” Chloe's voice let out the request before the words could have been properly computed by her brain.
 
A long silence impregnates the room between the aroused being as Chris seems to be pondering over the request, while Chloe was yet attempting another claim at victory in willingly coercing her partner to consent.
 
Chris wasn’t sure where her mind should be at the moment, the situation was quite different than previously as she was giving her consent to it, mostly at least. It was certainly easier on her psyche at the end when she was plainly forced to cooperate.
 
While there was no doubt that it could still be considered assault, the circumstances were quite laughable no matter how you view it.
 
The same way that an older woman having something going on with a young man would merely cause a few raised eyebrows, before turning the situation that the young boy was able to score with a mature lady.
 
The mere thought that a middle schooler forced herself on a high schooler might be quickly switched into the older one taking advantage of a too-innocent kid.
 
And yet, the little vixen Chloe was anything but innocent, with knowledge unbefitting for her young age, the girl had by now claimed her lips on two separate occasions for a length of time Chris was in non-certainty holding any desire to know. Adding to that the mind-numbing orgasm she suffered earlier that day.
 
And now she was getting molested, or rather, she had allowed the Living Servant to feel her chest to her heart's content. And the way her body was squirming under the girl’s ministration was akin to a punch in the gut to Chris. Chloe was definitely dexterous with her hands and fingers as much as she was with her lips and tongue.
 
“Oh~!” She gasps from the sudden flick her nipples are inflicted with, her legs buckling for a brief instant, one that could have made her crumble to the floor if she has been unable to right herself quickly enough.
 
Thinking straight was gradually becoming harder, her mind hazy from the arousal her body was under, feeling her cunt getting wetter and wetter, soaking her panties, and soon would do the same with her pajama bottom.
 
“Come on, can I touch them directly?”
 
Chloe’s voice tears her fog-clouded mind, whispering hotly in her ear before kissing and nibbling at the side of her neck.
 
A less restrained moan was Chris’ only reply, the heat gathering in her lower belly and begging her for release into an orgasmic explosion betraying her own body and corrupting her thought. Her arms which she didn’t know what to do with while the sun-kissed girl has her fun came circling around the latter’s waist.
 
Chloe grins widely at the girl’s reaction, using the opportunity when she was pulled closer to let go of the mammary pair for a moment, slipping her hand under the young woman’s top and kneading the supple flesh of Chris’ humongous breast directly.
 
The difference was like day and night, and she might be falling even more in love with her partner’s body.
 
“Fuck, there are really amazing!” Chloe lets out, almost moaning.
 
Chris was able to bite back at the compliment during one of her moments of cognition. “J-just shut up already!”
 
Chloe smirks against the relic's wearer's neck, licking and drawing circles with her tongue as she was getting her feel from the biggest chest she had the opportunity to physically get her hands on.
 
Sinking her fingers into it and feeling it bulge past them, caressing with large strokes in circles, groping them while feeling the erected nipple poking the palm of her hands. With expert rolls she teases them, obtaining various levels of lusty moans and horny gasps, sounds doing wonders to both her self-confidence and libido.
 
“Didn’t you get enough already?” Her unwilling partner gasps at her.
 
Chloe’s Cheshire Cat smile remains hidden, pecking Chris the length of her jawline until she leans back to lock eyes with the silver-haired beauty. A look at the flushed face from arousal, the needy expression betraying the girl’s desires sent the butterflies inside her belly into a frenzy, even getting her weak to the knee of sort.
 
She leans back into Chris’ space, standing on her tiptoes and stretching herself to brush the girl’s ear with her lips before huskily whispering. “Just a bit more, that’s how amazing they are.” She cements her words with a firm grope before resuming her task of enjoying these delectable meat buns.
 
Chris felt herself swoon at the words, her pussy leaking abundantly allowing her pajama to soak up enough of her arousal for a visible stain to be seen.
 
She moans aloud when her nipple became Chloe’s primary target, index fingers rolling around and flicking them, then trapped between thumbs and forefinger to be pinched a bit forcefully.
 
The pain was straight out converted into pleasure, coiling tighter and tighter in her lower belly, the knot to the wonderful orgasm her body was awaiting on the cusp of occurring.
 
Only for Chris to deny it herself “Enough already!” Chris calls out, yanking Chloe’s wrist from under her top and keeping the wandering hands away from her person.
 
She pants heavily following her outburst, her body in great disagreement with her actions, denying herself the pleasure it deserved. Yet, Chris wouldn’t, couldn’t, allow herself to be getting off from the brat’s touch, once was already bad enough, more than that and she would not know anymore how to feel about being made to climax from a middle schooler's touch.
 
Chloe’s eyes were wide with surprise, her face in an expression of bewilderment at her partner’s show of willpower.
 
She had an inkling that the young woman was this close to losing her mind to the pleasure, a little bit more effort on her side and she would have witnessed Chris utterly falling apart.
 
She attempts to lock eyes with the silver-haired, catching the dilated pupils that would reveal the panting and horny girl’s desire. Yet unsuccessfully, Chris stubbornly looked away, avoiding eye contact with the vixen while maintaining a firm grip on slender wrists.
 
With her arms trapped and her hands only able to flail around uselessly, Chloe resorts to an alternative assault plan. Leaning closer to erase any semblance of distance between the two, she presses her front against Chris’, effectively pancaking her large mounds against her own too-modest chest. 
 
“You dint have to hold back, you know,” she whispers hotly, warm breath tickling the high school student's lips.
 
Chris didn’t dare any reply, her lips closed into a thin line while keeping her face and eyes fixed away from her tormentor. Her thoughts were as much a mess as they were previously, her body aroused by a pre-pubescent girl, inviting blurry memories of intimate moments with Finé.
 
“Why are you denying yourself? You have no reason to, you shouldn’t.”
 
Chloe’s coercing words were bouncing inside the wall of her mind, her body temperature climbing with the close proximity of the child against her, moving ever so slowly to keep her bosom stimulated.
 
“Look at me.”
 
It was during an instance of weakness that Chris heed the girl’s request, locking eyes with pupils blown out with lust, unbounded desire directed at her.
 
It was yet another mistake on Yukine Chris’ part since meeting Chloe Von Einzbern.
 
“You don’t need to hold back, especially if it feels good,” Chloe whispers before tilting her head up, further closing the last of the distance between their face.
 
Their lips came into contact gently, parting and closing, molding against one another into a sensual kiss filled with desire. 
 
Their heads tilt to the side, attempting to deepen the lip-lock. Only for Chris to pull away, remembering what kissing Chloe meant down the road for her.
 
Chloe chases after velvet lips, stopping after they pulled away from hers once more, ethereal peach-clouded eyes gazing into darkened amethyst ones. “I just want to kiss you, no trick.” Chloe conveys softly.
 
Chris’ reservation melts away, any doubt oddly put at ease upon Chloe’s declaration as their lips met anew.
 
The kiss soon becomes more passionate, sexual… Chloe's tongue licked at the upper and bottom lips, probing and asking for entry.
 
Chris complies with the silent request, parting her lips and extending her tongue to meet the nimble organ, caressing and mixing their respective fluid to form a new concoction.
 
Chloe eagerly swallows the mixture, feeling a gentle buzz from receiving mana, not as plenty as when she would use [Kiss Demon], but her partner wouldn’t feel any loss this way.
 
She moans into the lip-lock, feeling more from this one than any other, it might be because of her genuine interest in her partner and the absence of hidden agenda behind it, but Chloe could easily admit to herself that it was the best kisses she ever had.
 
Neither of them knew when at one point their hands and arms shifted position, more so when Chris released Chloe’s wrist. Ultimately, their former position shifted to their current one, with Chris effectively pinned against the window bay, her hands resting on Chloe’s waist while the latter was on her tiptoes and arms around Chris' neck.
 
The kiss turned ever lewder as time goes on, tongues rolling around one another, muffled moans echoing between them while their slimy appendages were dancing one with another.
 
This passionate kiss was in any way different from the previous ones the two shared together, and yet wholly different.
 
Chris’ mind wasn’t numbing as much as it would as with the ones she was subjected to previously, this time allowing her to keep a relatively clear, yet horny head. And because of that, she was realizing how much of an amazing kisser Chloe really was.
 
Chris’ hold on her partner strengthens, unknowingly returning the kiss with more gusto, hooked to the overall feel of having Chloe’s tongue wrestling with hers and roaming the inside of her mouth as exchanged oral fluid.
 
Saliva was building in their respective oral cavity, filling to the point of overflowing, until it does. Despite how akin to ambrosia the mixture tasted, Chloe wanted to make a mess of both of them, happily letting it drip past their chin and soaking their clothes, still swallowing samples of it, Chris tastes far too good to waste it all.
 
Chris moans into their lip-lock, her mind falling into a whirlpool of arousal and emotions, vaguely pondering that the situation had become less about her being assaulted, but instead partaking in something sexual with a minor… Does this make her a lolicon then? She wasn’t sure nor did she care at the moment.
 
What mattered at the moment was how good kissing was, how it was distracting her from the furnace her lower body and vagina were suggesting her to while exchanging more saliva with the vixen.
 
Only for it to come back at the forefront of her mind more violently when Chloe’s leg found itself pressing against her cladded cunt, rubbing the limb up and down.
 
Chloe zealously swallows Chris’ melodious moan, her heart fluttering in coercing more delightful sound from her gorgeous partner.
 
Chris’ eyes threatened to roll to the back of her head from the pressure on her covered womanhood, her pajama sporting a large wet stain of vaginal arousal at the junction between her legs and still growing larger.
 
The leading action of her partner was bringing her mind right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, a train of thought that actually pulled out from the deep end of her mind fogged with pleasure, recalling being adamant not wanting to cum from Chloe’s ministration.
 
In this brief moment of lucidity, Chris attempts to get away from the source of her upcoming demise as well as pleasure, shifting her weight to pull herself away from Chloe’s leg, but unsuccessfully.
 
Chloe felt Chris starting to fight against her, their messy and sloppy, yet harmonious kiss was falling apart with the silver-haired repeated attempt to pull away, saliva bridging between their lips temporarily as Chloe was quick to chase after glossed lips.
 
It was a fun game for Chloe, the older girl appears to be a big pushover and needed to be overwhelmed before becoming putty in her hands. Tricking her into giving in was even better than forcefully taking advantage of her. But with how Chris’ hands shifted from holding her by her waist to grabbing her by the back of her top and stubbornly pulling her away to separate them, she has little doubt that the older girl was trying to escape her clutch.
 
Thankfully, Chloe was maintaining a deathly embrace around her lover’s neck, smirking into the lip-lock, having an ace still up her sleeve, not needed as long as the other girl was a willing participant in becoming the receptacle of this newfound raging and rampant lust burning her small body.
 
[Kiss Demon].
 
What was allowing Chloe to drain her partner's natural energy and converting into mana, disregarding any consent. She might not be in any shortage of magical energy to sustain her existence, but she was more interested in the side effect, draining and tiring her opponent, rendering her putty in her roaming hands.
 
Chris’ eyes widen upon feeling the telltale sensation of ‘energy’ leaving every limb of her body and flowing out through her mouth by her tongue and saliva, her overall strength waning while her arousal increases somehow.
 
The legs she was desperately relying on to alleviate the brat’s knee pressuring her pussy could no longer support her, causing her to drop her full weight on the limb pleasuring her, rolling and crushing her clitoris with accuracy.
 
With her pupils shrinking greatly from the unexpected peak of pleasure, Chris let out a loud moan partially muffled by the tongue shoved deeper in her mouth, her eyes effectively rolling backward when a mind-shattering orgasm crashes upon her.
 
Chloe relishes in everything occurring to her partner following her reverent success in making Chris climax hard with her leg teasing her womanhood through layers of clothes. An ego boosted further by the constant shaking and writhing of the other girl's body growing slack all the same, losing control over the simplest function such as her mouth, drooling abundantly in Chloe’s mouth which the latter was all too eager to drink down with glee.
 
Chloe felt how Chris’ lower body was gushing female juice over herself, ruining her pajama bottom past its limit and attacking Chloe’s clothes, a small loss in the grand scheme of things.
 
Chris’ body was akin to a puppet whose strings were cut. As Chloe put an end to their kiss, the silver-haired girl falls forward, avoiding the floor by the presence of the vixen in her way, supporting her in all kinds of ways.
 
Her head was hunching over Chloe’s shoulder, her eyes glazed over, looking at nothingness while her mushy brain scrambled from the most mundane thought that wasn’t related to the orgasmic bliss coursing through her body.
 
She felt exhausted, the good kind of way only possible from getting off after a long day, and Chloe sure got her off good.
 
Nothing was mattering to her immediately, her shaky noodles-like legs were of no concern to her as she felt her eyelids dropping.
 
‘Just need to rest a bit, then I will give the brat a real piece of my mind for her stunt,’ Chris thought idly before her mind shut down.
 
 
Yet, when she regains consciousness, Chris was staring at the ceiling of her apartment, precisely her living room. From a peculiar angle she was staring at her ceiling, she could confirm that she was laying on her couch.
 
She blinks a few times to clear her vision, attempting to recollect her previous thought.
 
She was not allowed such a luxury as all too soon, a cute face pops up in her field of view.
 
“Great, you’re awake!” Chloe grins.
 
Chris' thoughts were still failing her at the moment, unable to connect the dots that would make sense of the brat's presence in her home, she would never have allowed this.
 
She was distracted from this line of thought as Chloe’s face leans closer to her, effectively capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, her tongue flicking her closed lips.
 
Chris tilts her head to the side, away from the other’s mouth. It only served the purpose to give Chloe another target to attack.
 
“Ahhh~”
 
A sudden moan tore past Chris’ lips, her back arching in reflex from the unexpected stimulation forced upon her. It has the merit to connect her brain back to the rest of her body, assessing the state she was physically in.
 
Aroused.
 
She was horny, the inside of her body aching for pleasure and asking to be alleviated in any way.
 
She then was able to assert what the sun-kissed brat was doing to her.
 
Chloe was leisurely having her way with her body, her hands groping her bountiful chest, kneading her jugs with fervor and hard squeezes while her lips were feasting on the flesh of her neck, licking, kissing, and sucking, no doubt marking her skin with hickeys marks.
 
As she was getting marked and felt up, Chris took notice of the warm body against her own, precisely the naked body lying on her.
 
Chloe was rocking her naked body against her own, her lower body moving subtly, rubbing her womanhood against Chris’ bare leg.
 
Chloe’s sharp moan sent a wave of heat course throughout Chris’s body directly to her core, a wave of shame following right after at the realization of getting turned on by the little vixen’s voice.
 
‘Things are getting worse and worse!’ The silver-haired chastises herself, picking the small pieces of what remained of her dignity or whatever, resolute to put an end to this madness.
 
With her free hands, she reaches for Chloe’s bare shoulders, the first step to put an end to all this was to put some physical distance between them.
 
Except Chloe wouldn’t have any of this. As she felt her nibbling on Chris’ supple flesh forced to an end, the distance with her mouth increasing against her will, she wastes little time countering. Reluctantly letting go of the fun bags that were her partner’s tits in order to take the other’s hand in her own and interlace their fingers together.
 
She sits upright, not letting go of the hands, taking away Chris’ means of asserting any control over the situation.
 
Chloe had lost herself a while ago, she was equally affected by Chris’ body than the latter was with her. She was riding waves of bliss by rolling her lower body, using Chris’ leg to stimulate her core, edging herself close to an orgasm o so different than when on her own.
 
“Fuck, just a bit more.”
 
Chris was staring in bewilderment at the middle schooler using her to get herself off, feeling something steering inside her at the sight of Chloe’s flushed face, the melodious moans filtering past her lips, her eyes fluttering close before reopening, laded with even more lust if possible.
 
Then, with a vibrant moan and her back arching, she watches as Chloe reaches her peak.
 
“Fuck, yes! C-cumming! Cumming!”
 
Chloe’s body writhes with ecstasy, convulsing from the hardest orgasm she ever undergoes. She was holding Chris’ hands firmly like they were a lifeline, rolling her hips to lengthen her pleasure for as long as possible, keeping herself on cloud nine while gushing feminine juice all over Chris’ leg.
 
Then she goes slack, her body crumbling forward.
 
Chris’ quick thinking and reflexes manage to slip her hands free from Chloe’s limp hold, catching the girl before she could crash against her, her head narrowly missing her own to rest against her shoulder.
 
Chris groans for a variety of reasons, ranging from the now dead weight resting on her to now having the searing image of the brat cumming her brains out imprinted in her brain permanently. And yet, to her dismay founding it mortifying hot.
 
She let out a sigh, a bit too afraid to make any move that could be interpreted the wrong way, both to herself and an absent audience. But she would rather maintain a consciousness guilty free of having laid her hands on a child while they were out of it.
 
It was not helping her situation at how aroused she still was, it would appear that witnessing someone using her to get themselves off could turn her on in ways she didn’t have any desire to know about herself, regardless of their age.
 
‘Alright, I need to get her off of me while touching her in the least sexual way possible. Then, get myself under cold water to calm down and kill those intrusive thoughts.’
 
Chris felt her lower region throb, probably leaking vaginal fluid as her body was in disagreement with her head, almost telling her that she should indulge herself in depravity rather than ignoring it.
 
Chris shakes her head. She didn’t want to become a criminal by laying her hands on a brat, no matter how much they were into her, for odds reason.
 
Despite her resolve and assessing her next course of action for the better, Chris had yet to move her body. Chloe’s body laying against her own was just deliciously warm, making her unwilling to separate herself from this luxury.
 
If her inhibitions and sense of responsibility had been lower, she might have rolled the two in a better position, hugging the vixen cuddly and letting time pass.
 
But they weren’t. So, Chris has to decide if she has better slip away from the position to take that cold shower she has thought about earlier, or waiting her little trespasser to wake up, first.
 
The decision was robbed from her as the body resting against her own was stirring gently, soft murmurs akin to purrs could be heard from the vixen brat, noise that Chris’ mind treacherously thought were cute.
 
Chloe didn’t really fall asleep, just closing her eyes all too content from the aftermath of her explosive orgasm that she felt like just lying there and enjoying the slow descent of the pleasure ebbing away.
 
She took a generous sniff and quietly moan from the olfactory bouquet reaching her nostril, the hefty combination of her and Chris' respective sweat and arousal mingling together to create this magical concoction belonging to them alone.
 
Chloe then snuggled her head against Chris, judging her nose closer to her lover’s neck, taking in more of the heavenly scent as the last of her orgasm finally petered away.
 
“Fuck, That’s the best orgasm I ever had, that slutty body of yours clearly helped.”
 
She was hit on the head faster than she could have been able to project any weapon.
 
Looking up from her spot, she was met with a smoldering glare that make her quiver on the same level as with her mother.
 
“The fuck you think you are to call me a slut!” Chris said through gritted teeth.
 
Chloe’s face fell in turn, mortified at her partner's reaction. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to…” She stammered an apology and an attempt at an explanation only to quiet herself, hiding her face back against Chris’ body while inwardly pouting.
 
Her words might have been under the influence of her lust and leaving her mouth faster than she could have processed them beforehand, but the damage was done, and she was swiftly admonished for it. Chloe felt her heart cracking a bit for unknowingly taking this too far.
 
Chris’ heaving sigh pulled her out of her self-loathing, sneaking a glance at the heavy-breasted girl which the latter easily met, locking Chloe’s breath in her throat.
 
“Well, if you are done, I would like to take a shower. So, get off of me already.”
 
Chloe was troubled at how quickly the girl had switched from being mad at her to just being inconvenienced. She was certain her anger earlier was not faked, she did quiver under gaze after all.
 
Anyway, understanding aside, she saw an opportunity there. “Can we stay like this a bit longer? You are pretty comfy.”
 
An exasperated groan left Chris’ lips, but she remains still, letting Chloe have her moment at her own expanse.
 
Chloe was, in turn, amazed at how easily her request was granted. It then dawned on her to have perhaps figured out one of the high-school girl personality traits.
 
A hot-headed pushover, not too different from herself, but not quite similar as well.
 
Humans all have coercing point depending on the circumstances and person they are facing. And, if Chloe plays her cards well, she could take what she wanted from Chris.
 
She starts with kisses, catching a faint taste of Chris' ever so slightly sweaty skin on her tongue when licking her lips. Peppering her lover’s neck with endless kisses, Chloe was well into worshipping the voluptuous body laid for her.
 
She was already feeling her body burning with a renewed desire, her first orgasm by Chris’ side already etched into her soul and encouraging her into getting more.
 
She wanted more, the earlier satisfaction enveloping her body replaced by an even greater hunger for Chris. There was just so much she has yet to have done to the silver-haired girl that she should.
 
And it felt like it was her time.
 
Soft and cute whimpers reach her ears during her ministrations, melodious sound spurring her in professing her love more thoroughly, her tongue slipping past her lips to lick stripe across her partner's fine body, catching a more potent taste of her on her tongue.
 
As felt hands on her shoulders, Chloe wastes no time in reaching to them, catching them by the wrists, then pinning them down at the side of Chris’ head.
 
When her partner refused to remain still, she exchanged herself with magic to put an end to the taller girl’s efforts.
 
She then lifts her body, a line of saliva stretching from her outstretched tongue and Chris’ porcelain skin. Locking eyes with the silver-haired girl.
 
“I want more of you, after all. All of you.”
 
Chris involuntarily gulped at the sight in front of her, how the girl she was the target of lust has a crazy expression on her face, tanned skin flushed red from desire, and the outlines of hearts of adoration present in her eyes.
 
She has never been the subject of someone's lust, or whatever it was to such an extent. She will even dare say that Finé didn’t show her this much desire in comparison to the vixen staring at her.
 
More so, she was hating how it sent butterflies fluttering in her belly, and how she was dripping from her core.
 
It might be why she allowed Chloe to seal her fate with an umpteenth kiss that would rob her of her last vestige of resistance.
 
She automatically clenches her eyes shut upon the claim made on her lips, a muffled moan filtering through allowing Chloe to sneak her tongue inside her mouth.
 
As her focus is drawn on her tongue entangled with Chloe’s, Chris registers the foreign sensation of her strength being drained through the kiss, the energy present in her body gathering and flowing out of her through her mouth to be given to the other party. She was certain it was Chloe’s was after, putting aside how she could seemly perceive it inside her in the first place.
 
The two abandoned themselves further into their lip-lock in their lust, Chloe sucking on Chris’ tongue from time, slurping the saliva out of her partner and drinking it greedily.
 
Plunging her tongue and drooling into her partner's mouth, sloshing the mixture with her appendage wrestling into the pooling saliva before slurping the content for herself.
 
As their already long make-out lengthen even more, Chloe’s hold on Chris’ wrists loosens, switching to hold her partner's hands and interlacing their fingers anew. She couldn’t help a smirk to stretch her lips during the kiss, her intoxicated mind thrilled at the confirmation of her lover being a pushover when it comes to sexual advances made on her.
 
She felt Chris’ body writhes against her own, no doubt burning more as she was in a similar state, a renewed heat gathering in her lower abdomen and core leaking profusely on her partner's leg.
 
They pulled away from each other lips, or rather Chloe was the one to suspend it, a line of spittle linking their outstretched tongue. Chris' eyes flutter open, swimming with pleasure and pent-up desire while panting with her mouth hanging open.
 
Chloe was not much better, panting heavily, her naturally tanned face flushed even redder, the heart in her eyes shining a darker pink and more prominent.
 
“I really can’t get enough of you,” The vixen utters before diving down, raining kisses and heavy smooch all over her partner’s face, attempting to appease the desire to mark every inch of the high school student’s body.
 
Cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, jawline… anything was fair game to Chris as long as the area was kissable. Chris’ soft protests were just more fuel to opportunistic middle schooler.
 
After her claim on Chris’ face was made, Chloe moved lower, her neck subjected to a similar fate with Chris letting more of her melodious voice in an attempt to complain.
 
Further down to maintain her display of worship toward the silver-haired responsible for awakening this facet of herself, Chloe's lips encounter shoulders, clavicles, and sternum before dragging more prominently on the two mountains of malleable flesh.
 
Lips meeting bouncy flesh, caressing it as she drags them around, tongue leaving subtle stripes of spittle behind all around the globe before entering in contact with the protruding peak.
 
Chris erected nipple was bestowed with the unique fate of having Chloe’s lips around it, sucking with force, in which its owner's sharp gasp resonates greatly in the apartment, then evolving into repeated whimpers and moans when tongue was involved, circling and pushing the pebble here and there relentlessly.
 
Chris was utterly melting from the attention, her back arching from her partner's actions. Her body having long given up the path of resistance as her brain finally followed during the last kiss, Chris’ will to resist drained alongside the magical power Chloe seek inside her.
 
Chloe reenacts the same show of passionate love on the other breast, relishing in Chris' new set of mewling echoing harmoniously in her ear, coating the orb of flesh with a sheen of her spit before moving south, pulling and guiding Chris interlacing hands closer as well.
 
She didn’t linger much on her lover’s stomach, a few pecks around her navel at best on her way further down, getting hungrier for the main dish, which the musky scent reaching her nose had her already drooling for a taste.
 
Once in front of it, Chloe took in the sight greeting her eyes. She had a faint glance at it when she disrobed her partner earlier, but it might as well be a lifetime ago.
 
Chris’ womanhood was laid bare in front of her, A short bush of silver-white public hair adorning it just at the top, and pussy lips winking close and open while abundantly dripping with arousal.
 
A heady, musky smell reaches Chloe’s nose, prompting her to take a generous whiff of Chris’ lust, her eyes clouding and almost releasing a moan of her own from the sheer exposure of her lover’s sex, a wave of arousal coming down her body and her core leaking with feminine juice.
 
Keeping herself at bay when she was so hungry for Chris’ part was impossible, more so when what was making her salivating was mere inches from her. “Itadakimasu.” She mutters quietly to herself.
 
The instance the words were out that Chloe dive in, her lips meeting a set o so different from her own, rubbing hers against wet ones, coating her lips with slimy fluid while her nose was brushing randomly against the exposed clitoris.
 
She pulled herself a few centimeters away, lips connected by webs of Chris’ arousal, she gazes once more at the sex organ in front of her, licking her lips clean of the nectar coating them, humming and moaning at the taste before diving once more.
 
This time she let her tongue out, licking the vagina's outer folds with a generous stripe from the bottom to the apex of the erected clitoris, savoring the unique, delicious, and sweet taste flooding her tongue. She took another big sample, laying the flat of her tongue to take as much as possible in one lick, faintly registering her lover’s cute squirming, adorable moan, and lewd hands holding.
 
Letting go of her own inhibition, Chloe attacks Chris’ womanhood as if she was a horny dog, each sweep of her tongue rewarded with a delicious helping of her partner’s honey to drink gleefully.
 
“Ohhhh~ fuck!” Chris moans unabashedly, finding the hard way that her descent to whatever level of lust she could fall has yet to be over by a large margin.
 
She was being pleasured by a small tongue, but that knew what it was doing, a passion that was easily overriding her mind with gentle successive waves of pleasure stacking one upon another.
 
“Ahhh~” Chris’ eyes shot wide open, her back arching feeling her partner's slimy appendage parting her folds to burrow itself deeper.
 
Chloe was running her tongue wildly inside Chris, roaming the damp cavern with curiosity, reaching as far as she could, then curling it on the return, pressing and scrapping at random while keeping track of which area and technique got the most reaction from her lover.
 
A particular buck of Chris’ hips informed her that her partner loved a downward pressure when entering her, a different reaction told her it was not the case when withdrawing.
 
Curling her tongue upward was rewarded with an ecstatic moan from time to time, an indication that she was hitting something good there on her way back, which might deserve a thorough mapping.
 
“Fuck, yeah~, I think I cumming~”
 
Chloe couldn’t restrain a gleeful smile at her partner letting go of her inhibitions, having broken through the girl’s defense so easily to the point of hearing her praising her for the attention she was giving.
 
Chloe keeps making out with Chris’ lower pair of lips, mixing her saliva with vaginal fluid, letting it pool in her mouth, and swallowing the tangy concoction, now ranking at top one greedily down her throat, feeling a little rush each time she swallows it.
 
The meaning of Chris’ words started to truly sink in Chloe as she felt Chris’ wall clamping around her tongue, interlaced fingers holding tighter, and legs coiling possessively around her head.
 
She had no issue with any of it, on the contrary, it was all serving at boosting her ego that she could be such an amazing partner in bed, or couch for that matter. She encompassed Chris’ whole cunt with her mouth, not wanting to miss on the prize from her first cunnilingus with orgasmic success.
 
“Cumming, cumming, CUMMING~!”
 
Chris screams without restraint as the knot inside her lower belly suddenly snaps, resulting in a peak of ecstasy crashing on her body, her back arching from unyielding pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head while her tongue lolled out of her mouth from cumming her brains out.
 
Chloe would have trouble keeping her lover in place if it was not for the latter’s legs actually doing the job for her. Chris’ explosive orgasm was translated by an initial long jet of potent nectar hitting the back of her throat and easily flooding her mouth, followed by another lengthy one accompanying its owner body new writhing. Chloe didn’t wait to reap the first helping of her reward, drinking in her lover’s most potent nectar and feeling her body suffer the consequences for coming across such a compatible partner.
 
Chloe orgasmed right there.
 
Her own body, which she ignored the budding arousal decided on its own to reach its own blooming climax, the rush crashing on her from a blind spot, forcing her the maintain an extra layer of focus between the equation of keeping drinking each of her partner’s spurting gush of love juice, or in the other hand, howling abashedly from her own orgasm. 
 
Chloe came to the forced conclusion of both, Chris' immediate pleasure was her own, each serving of the silver-haired girl’s nectar contributing to her body riding the high of her initial body-melting climax.
 
She prolonged their mutual pleasure with more of her tongue massaging sensitive walls, Chris having yet to come down from this life-changing orgasm was subjected to more ministration unknowingly building her back to experience a new one.
 
It was only after riding it for too long than necessary and yet for the flow of remnant pleasure no longer abetting that Chris' focus inclines toward between her legs. And while she might be at fault for failing to realize that she trapped her partner there with her legs wrapped around her head, the sight of the girl still eating her out without batting an eyelid told her the latter didn’t mind it at all.
 
The middle schooler must have felt her eyes on her, as she then pauses the delicious attention she was giving Chris' over-sensitive folds to lock eyes with her. And Chris felt her breath locking in her throat at being at the receiving end of such a gaze.
 
Chloe was lazily looking at her, reddish-pink heart outlines firmly settled in her ethereal peach iris.
 
Chris didn’t know what the deal was with those eyes, but there were doing something to her, her heart tightening, a wave of arousal pulsing inside her body. And the undoubtedly thought that Chloe wanted her was sending her body ablaze with renewed desire, and butterflies fluttering inside her. And even more alarmingly, Chris was flattered to be on the receiving end of someone's feelings of this magnitude in her regard.
 
Rambling thoughts abruptly came to a halt, exchanged to moans and gasps as Chloe ducked back to her primary business, burrowing her tongue inside Chris’ honeypot to seek more of her addictive honey.
 
Chloe was shamelessly eating out the high school student with renewed passion, Chris’ tasteful ejaculation ultimately grant her a rush of mana making her feel unbelievably full and yet still hungering for more at the moment.
 
She noisily makes out with the lower set of lips, trusting, wriggling, and curling her tongue around tight walls, slurping audibly her lover’s fluid flowing profusely inside her mouth, and moaning with each gulp.
 
Chris was utterly defeated, her body no longer under her own control as it was played by dexterous tongue burrowed inside her snatch. Her thoughts revolved around the unwanted, not-so-unwanted pleasure after experiencing a mind-blanking orgasm.
 
Each moan was akin to loud admission of her defeat against the middle schooler and her sexual prowess, hands interlaced fingers and legs around the younger girl’s head, firm intentions of not letting her go, and a silent request for more.
 
Chloe has all the intention to provide, for her own sake, of course. She has no reason to stop anytime soon after all, not when pleasuring her partner and drinking from the endless fountain of her nectar was causing those pleasant waves of ecstasy echoing inside her body, numbing her mind as she lost herself further to Chris’ bodacious body.
 
“Fuck, I’m cumming again~!”
 
Chris’ voice manages to translate in a string of comprehensible words during a brief moment of cognition compared to the moaning mess that she had become under Chloe’s expert nubile slimy organ. She reaffirms her physical hold on her partner while suffering from a second mind-melting orgasm, filling Chloe’s mouth with more liquefied emission.
 
Chris was all too happy to receive it, the concretization of her effort in pleasuring the teenager flooding her mouth, her body trembling in delight before gushing her own nectar with her juvenile pussy as Chris’ nectar flowed down her throat to settle in her stomach, the mana contained inside it burst inside her, topping her reserve.
 
Chloe's half-lidded eyes showed redder heart outlines in her pupils, mindlessly roaming her tongue close to her lover’s g-spot, forcing the writhing body against her to go for a lengthened climax, Chris’ mewling and melodious causing her heart to somersault in glee.
 
‘More~’ echoed amidst Chloe’s dazzled thoughts, spurring her to seek more resources from her overwhelmed partner.
 
And she had nothing against it, she had made up her mind long ago to get everything Chris’ body had to offer until she was satisfied.
 
And she wasn’t.
 
Still hungering for more despite the two generous helping from her lover, at the latter’s expense, Chloe restarts anew the path to Chris' next gushing climax, then the next, and the next after, and the next again. Chris’ body had entranced her until she was unable to think of something else, she must get her fill until any impulse is satiated and put to rest.
 
 
She was effectively sex drunk, her own fluid mixed with Chris’ more potent ones had created a unique bouquet of smell forming an invisible cloud around them and warping her mind.
 
Chloe had lost track of both time and the number of orgasms they shared with one another.
 
As she was on her knee towering above Chris’ body, she was feeling both exhausted and yet seemingly buzzing with unlimited energy, her body faintly glowing with a sliver coat of oozing magical power, the consequence of overcharging herself and not keeping the power inside her in check.
 
Chloe’s eyes were still clouded with desire and unbound lust, the outlines of previously reddish-pink hearts marring her pupils were not crimson, maybe closer to blood red.
 
Such eyes were gazing upon the limp body of her lover, the latter skin shining with sweat, her face contorted in the remnant of her lasted orgasm forced upon her, tongue lolling out with drool escaping the corner of her mouth, and the final cherry, angry red and sensitively swollen pussy lips.
 
It was hot, an amazing sight of Chloe’s making from subjecting her partner to countless orgasms with barely any rest between each.
 
Chris’ body was still spasming in the afterglow of crushing multiple climaxes in a long row. And Chloe was not quite okay with that. The self-satisfaction she had initially sought for herself evolved into a new goal.
 
Make Chris pass out from pleasure.
 
Looking more hungrily at the lewd body in front her, her eyes roaming velvet soft lips, the swell of heavy breast, the curve of her hips, and swollen sensitive love petals, Chloe felt her own body respond in kind, arousal leaking for between her legs, dripping onto the couch.
 
She contemplates the idea of laying herself down once more to service her girl with her tongue, but her jaw was unbelievably sore.
 
“Oh, that could work.” Chloe’s horny mind and devoid of any common sense by now echoed in a mutter.
 
With her hands reaching between her legs, she uncovered the hood of the clitoris to fully expose it, played with by drawing slow circles around while moaning.
 
“Yes, I think I can do it.” Closing her eyes and focusing on the pleasure pulsing from her clit, Chloe gathers the surplus of mana accumulated in her body to it, using her power to will her imagination upon her body.
 
She grunts as she could feel the change in her body, her clitoris becoming bigger, longer, and fatter. And initial fingers gently circled around the nodule making larger ones, caressing more of the growing clitoris until it was possible to coil all fingers around it.
 
“Oooh~” Chloe mewls at the completion of her projection on herself, stroking the shaft she has successfully materialized on herself.
 
She licks her lips at the new sight marring her body, a hard cock she would judge above average as she was lazily stroking it to confirm the sensation was connected to her brain and would indeed give her a new kind of pleasure.
 
As she leisurely strokes her new organ, a pearly white substance emerged from her lengthened urethra, a startling realization she altered herself biologically so accurately that she was producing precum, no doubt semen as well.
 
In a feat of curiosity, she swoops a dollop of her emission, bringing the coated finger to her mouth to taste herself. She frowns at the assessment that it was neither good nor bad, a tab bitter with a hint of sweetness if focusing enough.
 
She ultimately shrugged it off, as it was not like she had that in mind at the moment of concretizing her wild idea, she just wanted a cock to claim her partner more thoroughly, that she could properly ejaculate with it was an additional perk.
 
Speaking of her partner, Chloe’s focus falls back on her barely conscious lover, the sight making her new apparition throb in anticipation.
 
She nudges herself closer to Chris, parting her legs a bit more to settle herself between them. With a hand on her partner’s lower stomach, she aims her cock toward swollen and still sodden vaginal lips, caressing parting the folds with the tip of her rod.
 
She pushes tentatively, encountering resistance right away, the girth of her penis having more trouble making its way inside than her nubile tongue.
 
The lack of lube on her cock might contribute to the struggle, so Chloe proceeds to rub her new organ against Chris’ soaked pussy, moisturizing her shaft, going as far as drooling on it and spreading it evenly with her hands, precum too when it would emerge in the result of jerking herself.
 
After a moment her cock was ready, lubricated thoroughly to be inserted inside Chris’ hole.
 
Repositioning herself, Chloe aims the cock head against sodden folds, and with a gentle push, the tip slips inside easily in a wet sound.
 
“Hmmm~” A hum of pleasure filters through Chloe’s lips as she feeds more of her appendage inside the warm cavern, feeling the wall hugging her rod tightly while at the same time pulling her in to swallow it more.
 
It was all easy to sink deeper, Chloe and Chris’ body compatibility seems to be of the highest grade as they were becoming one, inch after inch of girl meat burrowing into wet hole.
 
Chloe was facing an onslaught of sensations she never felt before, but again, everything since meeting Yukine Chris and involving her was new to her. This new ordeal was no exception, feeling the same clamping pussy previously around her tongue and once around her fingers, now tightening all over her pole was something she was clueless about how to adapt to.
 
She felt like she was melting inside her lover, the warmth of the humid core distracting her too easily, her hands unconsciously reaching for Chris’ hips, helping herself to sink her male organ further inside her partner.
 
Chris on the other end could do nothing but take it, whimpering and gasping from having her pussy getting progressively filled. She could not tell if things were truly happening, or if she was experiencing a lewd fever dream. It would not be a first as long as she was concerned, ignoring her base urge for too long would do that to her from time to time.
 
“Ohhh~” Chloe let out a moan as she bucks her hips against Chris' pelvis, effectively sheathing the full length of her cock inside her lover.
 
A wave of accomplishment and sheer bliss overwhelms her body, causing her to fall atop Chris, hugging her tightly with her penis slotted inside her.
 
“Shit, I’m all the way inside you,” She mutters with delight, rolling her hips to enjoy the foreign feeling that only males should be able to able.
 
Chloe didn’t do much from there, snuggling her head in Chris' abundant bosom while working her hips around in gentle probing movements to test the various nerves ending in her newly formed appendage. She was an amateur after all.
 
She controls the direction of her penis with her hips, rolling up would push her appendage down, down would make it nudge up, left and right would do the respective opposite. And with each movement, the soggy walls respond in kind by deliciously hugging her pole.
 
Hence why she missed the telltale signs of impending ejaculation, her cock throbbing, thickening a bit with each pulsing, as well as the akin desire to relieve herself getting more urgent.
 
It took her while she was unprepared, something rushing the length of her urethra before bursting out of her cock. Chloe's head lifts itself from the confining comfort of her partner’s pillow chest, her face stricken by pleasure, heart-eyed eyes wide open and rolling upward, tongue hanging with drool leaking out on naked chest below, and her hips bucking incessantly, emptying internal balls from her load pouring into the other body.
 
Chris’ mind might be unable to discern dreams from reality in her current state, but her body sure knew how to respond. Her inner walls clenched around the cum spurting rod, massaging it to coax more of the supposedly life-creating warm fluid, drowning and coating her inside white safe from the inner sanctum of her womb, her cervix remaining shut from lack of stimulation, jets of cum knocking on its door not enough to allow entry.
 
Chloe’s new orgasm was stronger than the ones with her pussy, but last not as long. Her head drops back on the high school student's bountiful bust, her parting lips drooling on her lover, and her hips bucking a few more times to expel a few drops. of her payload from her still-hard cock.
 
“Felt amazing~” she babbles, her dazzled brain dealing with the great afterglow of her first male orgasm while being lulled by Chris’ beating heart slowing down.
 
Once her brain finishes rebooting with the added sensations of her new appendage on her crotch, feeling the stickiness of her own cum surrounding her erected cock and leaking past, Chloe made a single realization.
 
While she did have sex, going all the way with her partner, and cumming inside her. Her objective was to fuck her, which implies far more than just inserting her rod inside her lover’s precious hole.
 
Taking a deep breath charged with the smorgasbord of their sexual activity until now, Chloe rolls her hips, feeling her shaft shift inside Chris’ nether lips, churning the semen around.
 
She pulled back a bit, her cock withdrawing from the snug slick tunnel, then slipping it anew with a buck of her hips.
 
She mewls in pleasure from this simple action, gently thrusting back and forth into accommodating hole, tight snatch hugging her cock with warmth as Chloe set a moderate pace.
 
Today has been a lot of first for the Living Servant known as Chloe Von Einzbern. Her first-time molesting someone’s breast, sucking on them and even purring against them. Her first time interacting with a pussy that was not her own, fingering to a successful orgasm, her first cunnilingus, in which she brought forth an even greater number of climaxes from her partner and herself. Now she was fucking her lover with a cock she created with her own magic, only having her first orgasm from it previously.
 
Last, but not least, all those were all part of, arguably, having her first time with her first sexual partner. She had just lost her virginity to a stranger, kind of, and also part of it at least, she was not sure it still counted when her partner didn’t reciprocate properly.
 
“Fuck, yes~ Your cunt is tightening,” Chloe moans as she plows in and out of her lover, her movement being especially smooth from the extra lubrication Chris’ walls were from being caked with semen, wet squelched sounds following each entry and withdraws from Chloe’s extra organ, their pelvis coated in their sexual emission colliding with each other echoing more lewdly.
 
Hearing Chris's exhausted moans and whimpers of pleasure enticed Chloe to put herself in the position in which she could gaze at her lover’s face and body bouncing from her thrusts. But she was unable to, her body having a mind of her own, keeping a tight hold around the high school student, pistoning her cock more erratically than previously.
 
Her shaft was scrapping inner walls leisurely, the bulbous head applied an eye-rolling amount of pleasure in specific corners following Chloe’s angle.
 
Chris' vagina was responding in kind to Chloe’s pounding efforts, molding around the pole spearing her insides, a length shy of hitting her cervix turned out to be inviting the other party to meet it.
 
Her womb lowered from its own volition, the uterine orifice aligning and smooching the tip of Chloe’s cock, opening just shy enough for the precum oozing cockhead to let her pre-discharge pool in her uterus.
 
They unavoidably part from each other as Chloe withdraws, having another chance encounter when she draws herself in once more, cervix and cockhead connecting once more as if they were long-time lovers, missing each other less and less as their successful gooey smooching increases.
 
The fire in Chloe’s chest burns hotter and brighter, the same feeling akin to relieving herself making itself known, telltale signs she could already registering for her upcoming release.
 
She pounds her lover with shorter thrusts, no longer allowing her cockhead and Chris’ cervix to interrupt their own making out, more precum spewing into baby-chamber, which soon would be flooded by baby-batter.
 
Chris was responding in kind to her onslaught of ecstasy, whether it was a dream or reality no longer matter, though she was more believing of the former. She locks her legs around her small lover’s ones, hands respectively on Chloe’s head, gently angling her to the side of her neck, the other firmly planted on her back.
 
She lets out a lecherous moan at the double sensation of Chloe's nibbling on her skin and rougher pistoning of her sodden core, feeling the throbbing announcing her body her upcoming final.
 
Chloe would love to say that she was more prepared for her second ejaculation, but she wasn’t. It caught her off guard as much as the first one did.
 
She interrupted her own moan by biting on the junction of Chris’ neck, hard enough to mark the skin, but not so hard as to draw blood from her lover.
 
Chris’ moan evolved into an unabashed scream of orgasmic bliss, her neither region attesting to her feeling clamping around Chloe’s rod with such intensity that her next thrust was the last, unable to pull away and trapped.
 
It works for Chloe all too well, her engorged organ freely spewing her hefty magically charged load into the depth of her partner's womb, each buck and roll of her hips contributed to new ropes of pressurized molasses flooding her deepest and initially most guarded area.
 
Chris felt the molten ichor pouring inside her uterus, melting her from the inside and prolonging her orgasm with each new belching of Chloe’s magical essence. The liquid's warmth in the confine of her womb spread in every corner of her body, making her feel as if wrapped in a warm blanket, and easily lulling her to sleep.
 
Chloe’s orgasm was still ongoing, spewing more of her seed inside her lover, her mind blanking from the overwhelming feeling of setting herself go, strength waning with her each spurt of jism.
 
When it was over, Chloe was feeling especially spent, no longer able to muster any strength, and on the verge of passing out. She was unaware when she had let go of her partner’s neck, she didn’t much care, riding the afterglow was more endearing.
 
She has a few choice words to describe what she experienced but was unable to words any of them, her exhausted body was no longer riding the high from being overcharged with mana, letting her be preyed upon by the need for rest, passing out immediately by her lover’s side.
 
Her state of unconsciousness cut out the flow of mana she was providing to her extra parts, akin to willingly canceling her projection. Chloe’s cock maintained at full mast by her magic wasn’t going soft, ignoring this process and directly shrinking, taking less place in her lover’s tunnel, allowing the cervix to close shut naturally, any drop of baby chowder left on the other side effectively trapped in Chris’ womb, while the rest could ooze freely past her pussy entrance and soaking in the fabric of the couch.
 
 
Unbeknownst to the two, Chloe’s semen, if currently infertile, was carrying her magical energy signature. Now in a foreign host, it had no choice but to adapt itself to its new habitat. Luckily for it, it seems a path had recently been opened in the young woman, able to use the mana circuit to store itself there, then make its host adapt itself to its presence, or perish in doing so.
 
A gamble that only time would be able to settle the winner.
