Chapter 1 - On Death Gods: Chapter 1

                                                     On Death Gods
                                                        by Volpone

                                                     Grouping: Kubo
                                                  Continuum: Seraitai
                                                   Location: Rukongai

                                                          Chapter 1

          It was a little less than two hours until sunset. As Quinn approached the very odd house, he
heard the sounds of female laughter from inside... somewhat drunken laughter, if he was any judge.
          That's good. It sounded as if his timing was excellent.
          However, before he reached the entry to the residence, he was accosted by two large servants
who were clearly brothers (and who appeared to have little in the way of a sense of humor.)
          "Halt! Who are you? Why are you here?"
          The two stood shoulder to shoulder in his path... a moving wall of beef. They addressed him in
a manner which implied they had no greater desire than to turn Quinn into steak tartare if his answer
was anything other than completely satisfactory.
          "I come bearing gifts for the mistress of the house." Reaching behind his back, Quinn produced
a very large earthenware jug embossed with a seal of the finest sake-maker in Japan.
          More laughter came from within the house, and the brothers exchanged a quick glance.
          "Perhaps we should show you inside.  This way."

          In a moment, the three were standing outside a sliding panel, from the other side of which could
be heard the now unmistakable sounds of what seemed to be a small but obviously inebriated party.
          Announcing their presence, the servants slid back the panel and made obeisance to the woman
within.
          "What is it?" asked the dark-haired woman who was reclining in a most unlady-like position...
an almost calculated combination of arrogance, relaxed “I-don't-give-a-fuck” confidence, and sexually
provocative challenge that bordered on crass. It was a posture Quinn had seen her assume before,
though this was the first time in person. Her weight rested on her left elbow, her left leg bent and
resting on the mat she occupied, her right knee raised high. She put no weight on her right arm because
it stopped a short way down from her shoulder, the rest of the arm replaced with a prosthetic. (He
assumed she had lost the rest of the arm in a suitably spectacular pyrotechnic accident, that being her
chosen profession.)
          Quinn noted that she was dressed in her usual manner: loose white loincloth which in her
present pose left both legs exposed to the hip, the haphazard strip of cloth wound around her head and
resembling a bandage, and the familiar red top which showed an immodest quantity of cleavage. As if
to balance the prosthetic she wore (or perhaps to draw attention away from it), she had a stylized black
tattoo high around her left arm in what might have been a tribal design.
          Her face had no make-up on it, and Quinn realized she was a much more attractive woman than
she wished to appear, perhaps to add more gravitas to her appearance. After all, very few people, male
or female, would take a woman with such a pretty face and overly-abundant chest seriously. It was a
phenomenon he had seen many times before, and couldn't blame her.
          Mentally, he dubbed her “Cannon-sama”, his habit of never using real names automatic long
before this, even though he had no intention of trying to recruit her for his cause.
          The brother-servants announced in unison, "This visitor comes with a gift for you, mistress!"
          “Yes?” she asked in a deceptively quiet tone that did nothing to mask the threat behind it if she
didn't hear something to justify his intrusion on their privacy.
          Quinn produced the sake jug and without taking his eyes off the lady handed it casually to the
servant on his right, who immediately took the offering and set it within reach of his mistress, then
backed away to stand next to his doppelganger/brother.
          The “hostess” didn't look at the jug but kept her appraising eyes on Quinn as she shifted her
weight enough to let her take the gift by her left hand and hand it to the only other person in the room...
a stunning strawberry blonde with cleavage that surprisingly managed to out-do her hostess... a kind of
Jessica-Rabbit-goes-samurai. The blonde was dressed in Shinigami black robes with a pink
ribbon/scarf around the collar. Her eyes were a clear blue and she made no effort to hide the look she
gave Quinn... a look that was as assessing as that of Cannon-sama, but of a more welcoming nature.
The corners of her attractive lips crooked upwards ever-so-slightly, giving the impression that there
were some very naughty thoughts going on in her beautiful head. She even had a beauty mark near the
corner of her lips, which did nothing but highlight her "come hither" smile.
          His mind ran through a number of possible nicknames for her, but most of them would have
been suitable only for use in private and after a reasonable period of the most intimate activities. After
rejecting a number of possible names which would likely get him slapped by someone of a more rigid
disposition... things like “Love-bunny”... or “Sugar Lips”... or “Sex Pillows”... he thought of how she
looked somewhere between a stand-in for Aphrodite and a Valley girl, and the name “Valley Goddess”
struck him... shortened to “Valley” of course, or even shorter, “Val”. Considering another amply-bosomed
sword-wielding blonde he knew of that name, he felt that would do. He wasn't looking to
recruit her... just get on excellent terms with her while he was here.  Maybe in a couple of centuries when
she was growing tired of her post in Soul Society...
          Quinn caught the shift of weight from Cannon-sama out of his peripheral vision before anyone
else would have been aware of it. Her expression hadn't changed, but her body acted faster than most
people could have seen. His eyes had flicked over to the blonde for just a fraction of a second, but in
that instant, the dark-haired woman had snatched up a smaller sake jug that had been resting near her
knee and sent it speeding in a blur towards Quinn's head.
          Fortunately, his reactions were well up to the task and he caught the jug one-handed just over a
foot from his head. (Even if it had struck him, it would have done no damage other than dampening
him with sake since he was immune to attacks of far greater force.)
          He raised an eyebrow and gave a slightly mocking smile, nodding his head as if in thanks.
          “A simple 'Have a drink' is more traditional, but thank you, milady.” He pulled the cork from
the jug and took a swig. It wasn't bad sake, but it was far from the best he'd tasted. Still, it was
drinkable, and he wasn't really here for the drink.
          The blonde's eyes went slightly wider, but she didn't lose her wicked smile. If anything, her
smile grew just the tiniest bit broader.
          The brunette gave a snort that was at least half a smirk, and she asked, “What is your name?
And just why have you come to my house?” Without betraying any clear change on the surface, Quinn
knew that he'd overcome her first test and she was much more receptive to his company than she had
been when he entered.
          “My name is one of those barbaric Western types, but locally I'd most likely be known as
Harekinu, or as my friends call me, simply 'Kwin'... as in the first part of Quin-cy.” This got an amused
reaction from both women, which didn't bother him in the least.
          “...and as my gift would indicate, I came here to party.”
          The blonde gave a giggle and clapped her hands in joy as she bounced up and down while still
sitting. (This caused major tidal activity north of her equator, and she gave a falsely embarrassed
chuckle as she tucked herself back under cover.)
          The brunette gave another “hmph”, and then said, “Sit,” pointing to a spot several feet away
from both women... off the mat they occupied. Clearly, she felt, that as a male and a stranger, he
deserved a place below the salt.
          He knew meekness would not serve him well in this case.
          Again, he gave a polite combination bow-and-nod, and comfortably settled himself down... on
the mat... several feet closer than she had indicated... clearly above the salt.
          The blonde's very wicked twinkle broke into a clear smile, and the brunette's eyes narrowed
ever-so-slightly.
          Instead, he looked at her expectantly, his innocence obviously feigned.
          And he waited.
          This presented the mistress of the house with several choices. She could: A) again assault him
in some manner for his affront; or B) she could offer him sake; or C) she could chose to overlook the
episode by simply completing the introductions on her side. However, she wasn't given a choice when
her female companion went with option C without giving her a choice.
          “How silly! We should introduce ourselves. I'm...”
          Raising a hand gently, he stopped her from going further.
          “Forgive me... allow me to bestow upon you the names I feel would honor you best... a harmless
conceit of mine, I hope.
          "You...” he indicated the blonde, “should be named 'Valley Goddess'.” This got an embarrassed
but pleased smile from the woman, and a disbelieving snort from their hostess.
          “And you..." he addressed the brunette, "you would be 'Lady Cannon'.”
          “Indeed?” she drawled, ready to take insult at most anything he might say. “And why would
you call me by that name?”
          “For several reasons. First, because of your chosen profession. Also, a cannon can be useful in
both war and in celebration... capable of both destruction and expressing joy... sleek and sometimes
beautiful... highly dangerous when approached in the wrong manner... and always needing to be treated
with the greatest respect less they blow up in one's face.”
          The blonde gave a gleeful laugh, clearly agreeing with his appraisal, but that simply earned her
a glare from her friend.
          Then a thought came to Lady Cannon.
          “And what made you choose this place... 'to party'?”
          Quinn recognized the challenge as an opening when he saw it, and he took full advantage.
          Putting on the role of storyteller (a talent he had honed over many years of practice), he began
to tell them of his meeting earlier that day with a young thug who was in the company of a shinigami...
a young man with spiky orange hair. He spun out the tail in his best manner, using all his tricks,
making the story as amusing as he could manage for a story that was, in fact, rather mundane.
          The two women listened as they passed the jug of excellent sake Quinn had brought back and
forth, drinking more than they realized.
          The crux of his tale was how the thug (after being somewhat embarrassed by Quinn in a tavern
incident) told Quinn that if he enjoyed having a good time, he should find the distinctive house a
certain distance into the forest and tell the mistress of the house he had "come to party", and he
guaranteed Quinn a time he wouldn't forget. (In truth, during the final part of this, the shinigami with
the spiky hair had been waving his arms frantically at Quinn from behind the thug's back, trying to
warm him off. Knowing full well what he was getting himself into, he chose to ignore the warning, no
matter how well-intended.)
          Lady Cannon's eyes narrowed dangerously at several points during the story, but Quinn
managed to keep the mood light enough with his occasional joke or a barb directed at the thug (whom
both women clearly knew) or himself until he had completed his tale.
          When he had finished, Valley Goddess was shaking with suppressed mirth, but Cannon-sama
set down the sake with a thump and said to Quinn, "You seem a slightly smart fellow... or at least smart
for a male. Why would you believe the biggest liar in the district when he told you something like
that?"
          With a small shrug, he replied, "Even a broken clock tells the truth twice a day."
          This seemed to be the last straw, and the blonde dissolved into peals of laughter. (The story
hadn't been that incredibly funny, but the sake seemed to have the effect on the two women of relaxing
the critical portion of the brain.)
          "So..." Cannon said pointedly as she resumed her insolent pose from earlier, "... you came here
wanting to party." She looked at Valley and said, "Most males would like to party with her. Isn't that
so?"  It was almost as if she wanted him to compliment her friend so she could take offense, which was
exactly the case.
          He spread his hands helplessly and gestured toward the blonde, who was once again under
control, but was now dabbing at her tears of laughter with the collar of her robe. This exposed the left
side of her chest all the way to her waist. Looking up, she said, "Oh! Excuse me..." and she began to
repair her dishabille.
          Quinn went on, "What should I say? As a guest, I'm under an obligation not to lie to my
hostess."
          "And what of me?" the brunette asked pointedly with only a slight slur to tell she had been
drinking. "I haven't had a good fuck in a very long time. Do you think you're up to it?" Her hand
gently drew up the hem of her white skirt, showing even more of her exposed thigh... all the way up to
the point where if she continued any higher, he would have a view normally limited to gynecologists.
          "Would I like to?" he responded. After a pause, he went on. "Indeed, I think would greatly
enjoy that. But am I up to it?" He glanced down at the area of his own crotch, noting a present lack of
sexual reflex, then back at her and said with a straight face, "It seems not yet."

          In an instant, she launched herself at him, striking at him with her good arm and kicking with
both feet, a frenzy of potentially damaging blows flying at him.
          He rolled backwards and onto his feet before she had reached him, which surprised her. He was
quicker than she realized as he began blocking or dodging her blows, but not returning them.
          "Bastard! Idiot!" she called him, determined to wipe the small smile off his face. She wasn't
trying as hard as she could, but it would make her feel better if she at least blacked his eye before
letting him off the hook.
          "Please, milady!" he asked. "If you hit me, you'll surely bruise your hand on my hard head."
          This time, she gave it a real effort, but flat-handed, and his block seemed to be just a hair slower
than before, and the slap sounded ringingly through the room.
          Everything ceased.
          The blonde, who had been entertained up to this point, suddenly let out a gasp, realizing that her
friend had truly slapped him without holding back. She'd seen the brunette knock her younger brother,
a much bigger man than herself, completely off his feet using less force.
          What happened next surprised both of the women.
          He stopped and bowed deeply.
          "My apologies, milady. I promise you, I meant no offense."
          Amazingly, he sounded serious. And equally amazing was that he seemed unfazed by her blow.
Not even a hand print showed to mark where she had struck him.
          The panel suddenly slid open and the beefy servants who had escorted him in earlier charged
into the room, responding to the sounds of a fight.
          Spinning suddenly, their mistress commanded loudly, "Get out!"
          Quinn never knew men that large could change directions so rapidly.
          The screen slid closed as quickly as it had opened, and he could hear from the other side the
rapidly retreating footfall of both men growing fainter as they fled the scene as fast as they could.
          The silence grew for several seconds until the brunette gave a grimace and said, "Owww!",
shaking the hand she had slapped him with.
          He realized it was probably her form of an apology to him. Even knowing her for as short a
time as he had, he doubted she had said "Owww" when she'd lost her arm.
          "Forgive me, milady. I tried to warn you."
          Continuing to shake her hand, she moved back to the mat, her fit of anger (if it had been that)
gone as fast as it had come.
          "Sit down and have a drink... Kwin-san," she told him, taking the jug he'd brought and thrusting
it in his direction as she sat back once again in her immodest posture.
          She continued, "You do have a hard head. You probably have rocks in it. In fact, I think that's a
good name for you... Rockhead."
          He smiled and raised the jug to her in salute, drinking as if to agree with her words.
          The blonde's pouting voice reminded them both of her presence.
          "Could I have some as well?" she asked. She failed to specify exactly what she was referring
to, giving the polite inquiry an entirely new possible meaning.
          "I'm sure it could be managed," he replied with a smile as he passed her the sake.
          “You remind me a great deal of a captain I know,” Valley said as she reached for the sake.
          Again her robe fell open, and she gathered in both the jug and her robe, trying to appear as if it were
accidental.
          "Pardon me. I seem to be having troubles with the sash."
          With a casual wave of his hand, he replied, "Don't put yourself to any trouble on my account."
          The blonde tried unsuccessfully to suppress a snicker, and Cannon-sama snorted, which Quinn
took for laughter.
          You take what you can get.
          As the jug was passed her direction, the mistress of the house said, "So... how is this going to
work?" She took a deep draw on the sake.
          "Excuse me, but what are you referring to?" he inquired innocently.
          Having no use for innocence, she replied bluntly, "Who gets fucked first? That is if you're up to
more than one of us."
          He gave a grin and said, "I have no other plans. I'm happy to take as much time as needed, and
so I'm happy with whatever you two decide," then hoisted the jug for another drink.
          Cannon asked, "What if my friend here and I entertain each other while you just sit by...
drinking?"
          If she thought to shock him, she failed miserably.
          "If that's your wish..." He let the sentence trail off as he again handed Valley the sake, who
clearly looked as if she would welcome an offer of another nature.

          But it seemed Cannon had had enough by-play.
          "Screw that!" she said, leaning over far enough to grab him by the opening of the robes he was
wearing, then pulling him with her as she lay back, saying "I'm not settling for seconds tonight."
          She kept pulling him with her until he was laying atop her, her hand releasing his robes and
going into his hair, her mouth finding his in a demanding kiss.
          All modesty forgotten, both began shedding clothes as well as they could manage without
stopping what they were doing. Quinn knew from her behavior she had no interest in a gentleman in
bed. She shoved aside her skirt without even taking it off, and her top she skinned off with barely a
second's pause in the action. As soon as she had herself in a state of readiness, she had her hand
wrapped around him, pumping him strong and fast from the beginning, almost as if she wanted him to
cum all over her already.
          He matched her forceful nature, kissing her every bit as hard as she kissed him, and rather than
keeping her beneath him, he rolled both of them over so he was beneath her. This allowed her to break
the kiss and raise herself up just a bit, though it took some doing since her good hand was occupied in
helping her stroke his erection. Still, she kept pulling him strongly, the rocking motion making her full
breasts sway in time to her motion.
          Since they were drawing his attention so nicely, Quinn decided to see how she reacted to being
man-handled. His hands came up and he filled each with a swaying prize, giving them a squeeze to test
her reaction.
          "Is that all you've got?" she asked with a mixture of scorn and desire. "I'm not some fragile
little flower like that blonde baggage over there. Do it like you mean it or don't do it at all."
          With a twist of a smile, he flexed both hands and began to put some strength into his fingers'
actions, kneading her breasts with more and more force.
          Cannon bit her lower lip and a tremor ran through her. He felt the change in her breathing and
her face gained a bit of color, telling him he was doing a good job, even when her words seemed to
contradict that impression.
          "Not too good at this, are you?' she taunted. "Lack of practice?"
          "I'm certainly capable of more... if you're up to it," he said easily, in spite of her increased
tugging on his rigid member.
          "I'm up for whatever you can manage."
          "Very well then..."
          His hands groped her harder, and exerted a steady pressure downward.
          She played as if she didn't feel any discomfort, but Quinn knew that she'd be bruised the next
day if she continued to resist. Before that could happen, she began to move slowly downwards, making
it look like her own idea.
          He sat up to keep a firm hold on both her breasts, using them to direct her lower. When he had
her at the proper height, he said, "I'm getting tired of that hand. I think it could use some help from that
big mouth of yours."
          She shot him a look loaded with venom, but her pupils were dilated, her breathing rapid, and
her nipples hard points against his palms. His enhanced sense of smell savored the scent of her sexual
heat.
          The brunette tilted her head away, refusing to give in that easily.
          "Very well," he said calmly. "Then what about this?"
          Moving her hand off him, he pressed his erection into her cleavage and used his handholds to
press her wonderful breasts tight around him. His hands flexed in time and he pulled her up and down
his cock, forcing her to tit-fuck him.  He actually had her so her nipples were against one another,
pulled tight towards the center and making a lovely canal for his cock to travel.
          As he watched, he saw her mouth drop open slightly and her tongue wet her lips. He was
unsure if she did it because of her heavy breathing drying out her lips, or if it was out of anticipation of
something more.
          After abusing her in this manner for several minutes, he decided to see if she was ready to let
her false resistance crumble. He let go of her right breast and slid his fingers behind her head and into
her tousled hair. She had no arm on that side to resist him with, so his steady pressure made her bend
her head, and each flex of his hips slid him through her cleavage and brushed the head of his cock
against her lips.
          Clenching his hand a bit, he said softly to her, "Open..."
          Again she tried to move her head aside, but this time he used more of his strength to keep her in
position. His fingers clenched in her hair more forcefully, and she whispered, "Bastard..." just before
taking him in her mouth.
          This seemed to end her feigned resistance and turn it into eager cooperation. She brought up
her hand and again stroked the bottom half of his shaft in time to her slippery lips as she applied some
serious suction and pumped him hard as if eager for him to cum in her mouth.
          Quinn kept a firm rein on his body's sexual reflex as more and more of his tool disappeared into
his new partner's clinging mouth with each bob of her head. Soon, he felt the back of her throat
bumping the crown of his penis each time, and he still had a dozen centimeters to go.
          "Are you up to it?" he asked with a growl.
          In answer, she opened her lips slightly and pressed forward, relaxing her throat as much as she
could. After several slight involuntary gags, she tilted her head just a bit and he felt his prick make a
slight bend and the next thing he knew, her face was against his crotch, all twenty-five centimeters of
his hard cock disappearing down her throat.
          She held him there and tossed her head slightly to add to the sensation, and he gave a chuckle.
          Into this silence came a small sound, and Quinn's eyes darted to the source. Just a few feet
away, Valley was leaning back on one elbow, the bottom of her robe pushed aside and her hand
fingering her hairless pussy as she watched them raptly and stroked herself to climax.
          "Oh, god..." she whimpered very softly, and she began to shake as her fingers did their magic,
giving her the first of what she hoped would be many orgasms that evening.
          Cannon seemed to take his wandering eyes as an insult, and she pushed her head down hard, the
nails of her hand digging into his side just above the hip. His gaze dropped back to the dark-haired
wench demanding his attention with her wanton mouth, and in response to her fingernails in his side,
his fingertips found both her nipples and gave her a painful tug and twist, pulling her down and holding
her there. This gave her the choice of either swallowing him to the root and holding herself there until
he let her go, or pulling back far enough to breathe but stretching her very hard nipples well beyond the
pain threshold. He flexed his hips a bit, forcing his hard cock down her throat just a bit more, and
taunted quietly, "Is that all you've got?"
          After about ten seconds of deadlock, Cannon finally released her grip on his skin, and he eased
the tension on her chest enough to allow her to breathe again.
          He again taunted her with her own words... "You're not too good at this, are you? Lack of
practice?"
          She played as if she were ignoring the way he was abusing her nipples, but in truth, the way he
kept her right up to the pain threshold was exquisite.
          As if to show him how wrong he was, she started sucking him hard and fast, using as much
suction as she could muster, letting thick ropes of her saliva run down him and then drip off his
testicles. Lack of practice, indeed! She'd show him!
          Cannon kept at her high-performance fellatio for another two minutes solid before she felt him
begin to pulse, and she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer.
          Bending down as close as he could to her without interfering with her avid performance, he
whispered, "Swallow, milady... all of it."
          And less than ten seconds later, she did just that, her cheeks hollowed in deeply as her
cocksucking tongue and lips coaxed forth a huge explosion of semen. When the next contraction filled
her already crowded mouth almost to capacity, she did as he had told her and swallowed his sweet-salty
offering. She continued to suck and he continued to come, pumping three mouthfuls into her wicked
mouth, each one of which she gulped down, proving to him her having enough practice for this.
          Again, a cry came from Valley as she fingered herself to yet another climax, but this time Quinn
used his "perception" instead of his eyes. Just as he'd though, she was pinching one of her own nipples
hard as the other hand stroked her clit until she shook and whimpered her ecstasy, her eyes taking in
every moment of the performance going on just a few feet away.
          Cannon raised up and let his cock pop from the suction of her clinging lips.
          "I guess I had enough practice after all," she said with a smile that held only a hint of disdain.
"Too bad you're going to need time to recover after that. I'm ready to fuck now."
          He surprised her by replying, "Good. So am I."
          Pulling her around so that she was on her side facing away from the other woman, he spread the
lips of Cannon's incredibly wet pussy and pushed inside.
          His cock felt even better in her this way than before. She always loved giving head, especially
to a man who used some force to get what he wanted. Cannon was used to being the strongest
personality around, which she backed up with violence whenever she thought it was warranted, which
was rather often, but when a man with some strength challenged her and even was able to dominate her
a bit, she was more than receptive.
          Quinn began sliding himself into her deeply, thrusting until his hips met firmly with hers and
delivered a jolt of fleshly impact. Cannon met his thrusts eagerly, being far too primed to hold out for
very long under the treatment she was getting.
          With her encouragement, his hips moved more forcefully, and each strike of his hips shook her
body hard. He fucked her almost as if fighting with her rather than making love, and that was perfect
for Cannon. After just 30 seconds, she shook and came strongly. Quinn kept it up, and she came again
just ninety seconds later. And then two minutes after that...
          But Quinn wasn't finished. Since she liked to feel "forced", he had something to give her that
was more forceful than what they'd done so far.
          After one particularly satisfying climax, Cannon was coming down when the back of her mind
told her he was no longer inside her. She tried to bring her breathing back under control and gave a
disappointed “hmpf!”, mistakenly figuring he was finished. Before she could really prepare herself, he
was pressing against her sphincter and the pressure was growing uncomfortable. Involuntarily, her
body tensed and he stopped pushing, not truly wishing to hurt her.
          "Easy, Cannon. Just relax. It'll be fine." He stroked her hip in reassurance.
          (His sense of perception shifted as he dropped into a different mode, activating his ability to
read and affect the physiology of another person. Quinn's mind slipped down the nerve pathways to
her pleasure center, then slid off to one side, and after finding the proper nerve channels, he used his
nerve induction Talent and blocked some of the pain receptors that were telling her body to tense up.)
          After giving her a few seconds to relax, he again began to exert pressure. This time, Cannon
put her face to the mat, took a deep breath, and (with Quinn's unsuspected aid) relaxed. She felt her
anus splay out and before she knew it, his cock was two inches up her derriere. Quinn held still for just
a few seconds before again stepping up the pressure, and with a whimper that combined much pain and
pleasure for the brunette, he buried himself full length in her backside. He could feel the muscles
lining her derriere fluttering slightly in micro-tremors as they did their best to accommodate his sizable
cock.
          And he began to fuck her ass.
          Sneaking another peek at Valley, he smiled to see the blonde's eyes widen as she watched her
good friend get her back-door violated. Her hands were still busy building on her own pleasure, so she
would be well primed by the time Quinn was finished here.
          Then Cannon did something quite unexpected.
          The usually taciturn woman let out three soft but emphatic works.
          “Ohhhhh! Fuuuuck, yessssssss....”
          He couldn't repress a chuckle.
          The Hentai Rule held true yet again.
          “I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I am,” he told her.
          She moved slightly to give him better access, and he took advantage of it by forcing himself in
until not a centimeter of his hard rod was left outside her greedy ass.
          “Ohhhhh! Fuuuuck, yessssssss....” she repeated, with rising emphasis.
          He moved so that he was sliding about twenty centimeters in and out of her tight anus, and her
rising whimpers of pleasure were urging him not to stop.
          By shifting just slightly and putting his weight on his left hand, Quinn was able to wrap his
right arm around her upper leg, pressing it snugly to him, giving them both more skin contact, and
allowing him to put the inside of his right thigh tight against her still-slick lower lips, putting pressure
on all of her and sliding back and forth with each thrust. Cannon was clearly enjoying the increased
pressure, especially when the angle made his thigh roll right across her clit.
          Cannon's hand clutched at the mat, trying to dig her fingers into the surface as her pleasure
climbed even higher.
          After about two minutes of having her rectum stretched, something in Cannon seemed to snap.
The climax she had been expecting any moment kept building higher and higher... but wouldn't
explode. And to a pyrotechnics expert, when something doesn't explode, it means it's all wasted.
          Shifting around so that she could get both legs off the floor, opening herself high and wide, his
cock still fully up her rectum, she taunted him, “Is that all you've got?”
          “Simply waiting for an invitation,” he explained.
          And she discovered that it was definitely not all he had.
          It took a bit of dexterity and muscle control on his part, but he managed to keep his weight on
his left hand, his right hand taking one of her hard nipples between thumb and knuckle of his
forefinger, while the other nipple was trapped firmly between the knuckles of his ring and smallest
finger. This allowed him to tug strongly at both aching fleshy points in time to the thrust of his hips,
each forward motion ending in an abrupt impact with her ass.
          Her good hand began slapping at the mat repeatedly, her eyes squeezed closed, her teeth
clenched as she strove for the release that had been teasing her for so long, and she told him, “Now! Do
it!”
          He didn't really know what she expected him to do differently all of a sudden, but fortunately
for him, he did have another “trick” up his sleeve.
          Mentally, he removed the nerve suppression he had placed in Cannon's brain.
          The results were far more profound than he'd expected.
          Cannon gasped, gave a loud squeal, her back arching high off the mat, and tried to drive her
fingers into the floor by her side. Her breath caught as she strained... then she thrashed hard as her
climax taught her a whole new meaning for “fireworks”. She flopped hard, and in the process, pulled
back hard against his grip on her aching nipples, stretching then to the point she hadn't known they
were capable of.
          “GGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” she cried out wordlessly, both her legs grabbing at him
to prevent him from withdrawing even an inch.
          And in that moment, he joined her. She could actually feel each jet of his slick semen as he
pumped far too much for one man to hold into her joyous derriere. The satisfying slap of each thrust
gave her another jolt of pleasure, and she continued to keen out her ecstasy as her back arched again
and again, trying to swallow Quinn whole using only her ass.
          After what seemed an age of incredible pleasure and panting heavily in post-orgasmic
exhaustion, Cannon collapsed limply, her shoulders and belly moving like bellows to force more
oxygen into her winded body. For a moment, Quinn thought she had passed out (as had happened with
some other women of his acquaintance,) but after just a moment, he could tell she was simply
tired and needing air.
          As incredible as her tight little anus felt around him, he slowly withdrew, and when the head of
his cock slipped free, she gave a small sound of disappointment, but otherwise made no attempt to stop
him.



