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Being busy students, schedules didn’t always align. There were often times when two or three party members wouldn’t be able to go to Tartarus at a time when Makoto wanted to explore the newest path. But there wasn’t much that could be done.
You were itching to get stronger. Your persona was falling behind the others, as you were the newest member of S.E.E.S. and you hadn’t had the time to grow as strong as the others. In battle, you often found yourself relying on Yukari or Makoto’s healing skills. There were a few times you were in danger of falling in battle.
Like now—you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your body flooded with anxiety in anticipation of the enemy’s attack. Your health was lingering dangerously low and your friends were running low on SP. You could see an attack charging in front of you.
Then, with its magnificent blue light, a persona manifested before you. Not your own—You didn’t even have the energy to summon yours at the moment. Though your vision wavered, you could see the shaky form of Akihiko’s persona, striking the enemy with a bash attack while sustaining damage. He stood in front of you protectively.
When the battle ended, he handed you a healing item and helped you stand. You leaned on him, trying to ignore the burning in your chest.
“You’re okay?” He asked.
“Y-Yeah,” You said, your voice shaking. Maybe you were, physically, but your chest was tight. You were on the verge of a breakdown. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to join the team after all…
“You’re not,” He said quietly, “Come on, you can tell me what’s the matter…”
You released a heavy breath. “Not in front of the others, please.”
“Very well,” He stuck close to you as he called out to the others, “Let’s go back. We’re all exhausted.”
“ You want us to go back? Aren’t you always all ‘keep going until your feet fall off’ or whatever?” Junpei said.
“Would you rather we push ourselves until an enemy gets the best of us?”
“Just sayin’” Junpei replied, shrugging, “I’m good either way…”
Akihiko walked with you the entire way back to the dorm. As the Dark Hour passed, he went with you to your dorm room. It didn’t matter that it was against the rules. He didn’t even mention it as he sat down with you in your room. You sat on the bed, and he sat at your desk, burning the chair so he could face you.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, “You’ve been struggling, and I’m not referring to your skill in battle.”
“But that’s just it… isn’t it?” You said, your voice breaking, “Every time I go with you guys to Tartarus, I struggle. I can’t fight physically, I can’t handle it emotionally…”
Maybe it was a mistake to say yes to joining their team. You were too far behind, too weak. You only dragged them behind.
“You’re only just starting. You can’t expect to be good at this right away,” His gaze softened as tears ran down your cheeks. “Hey, don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it. I’m not cut out for this…”
“Don’t say that. You haven’t been with us for very long. That’s hardly given you time to get used to this…”
“Maybe it’s not for me…”
He took a deep breath. “Train with me.”
“What?” Your eyes opened wide, though you were sure they were red from your tears. Maybe you had imagined it. Yeah, that had to be it because there was no way Akihiko Sanada was offering to train with you.
“You heard me. It’s unfair to expect you to be great right off the bat. Train with me on the lower floors of Tartarus. I can teach you a few skills, and you can get used to your powers. I’ll even let you use them on me.”
“On… you? Won’t it hurt?”
“I'm strong. And if it helps you feel better, I can consider this as strength training. It'll be good for both of us.”
“I…” You sniffed and he handed you a tissue from your desk. “Th-thanks, I… I'd like that. To train with you sometime.”
With a time agreed upon, he left. You watched as he disappeared behind the door. A deeper part of you wanted to ask him to stay, but you knew where your limits were. You were surprised to have gotten this far with him.
Despite the exhaustion from going to Tartarus and nearly dying, you tossed and turned that night. Something Yukari said sprung to mind, something about having trouble sleeping even though Tartarus wore her out. Maybe she was awake, too?
You flopped over onto your side, looking into the darkness for where your phone would be. You decided against texting her.
You and Akihiko going to Tartarus alone made your chest float with anticipation. Did he ever notice how your gaze lingered on his body as he struck down a shadow using only his fists? Did he have any idea how you felt about him?
No. He had to be doing this as a friend, as a gesture of kindness. He had a good heart. He'd never use it for anything more.
…
He was busy the next night, but the night after, the two of you ventured to Tartarus with permission from Kirijo, promising to only go to the lower floors. She scolded him about possibly overexerting himself after recovering from his injuries, but he swore he would be okay. Doubt clawed at your heart, making you second-guess yourself.
As the Dark Hour came and Tartarus emerged from what was Gekkoukan High School, the two of you entered the doors to the grand entry room. From outside the window, the half-moon sparkled in a greenish hue, painting the floor in an eerie, alien glow. It was as though the world outside had transformed as much as the tower itself.
“You seem antsy,” He remarked, “You can back out of this at any time if you’re not feeling right. I won’t fault you for it.”
“I appreciate that, but I won’t be backing down from this,” You replied.
“Very well. Let’s kill some of the weaker shadows together to warm up, shall we? In fact, I’ll let you take the lead.”
“Me? You’re going to let me lead?”
“It ought to be a good experience for you. Go ahead. I’ll take the lead if we get into any real trouble, but we’re on the lower floors; I doubt anything will happen.”
“Even with me leading the way?” You asked playfully, though a hint of your lack of confidence slipped through.
“Even if it does, that’s why I’m here. Ready to go?”
The grandiose staircase seemed to stretch higher with each step you took, your calves burning as you struggled. Akihiko seemed to take them with ease, but of course he would. You wouldn’t expect anything less. As he neared the top few stairs ahead of you, and you nearly toppled over from dizziness, he stepped back, going to you and reaching a hand for yours.
“Need a hand?” He asked, and in your weakened state, you swore you imagined a smile on his face.
You took his hand, allowing him to guide you up the last few steps. What you didn’t imagine was the warmth of his skin or the roughness of his hand. Up close, you could see the tiny scars of past battles littering his forearms. You averted your gaze so that he wouldn’t catch on to your staring.
The first floors of Tartarus were the same as always like a nightmare of your school reimagined into a twisted dream world. The shadows prowling the halls were very real, ready to strike down any unsuspecting person who might wander close.
“You’re leading,” He reminded you as you fell behind him out of habit. You apologized swiftly and crept toward the shadow. Makoto didn’t always use stealth, but it seemed to be a method that made it especially easy to take down shadows. You took a deep breath, clutching the sword tightly.
You charged, taking several long strides. As the shadow turned at the sound of your approach, you struck your blade across its face. It broke apart into its separate shadows and you and Akihiko assumed your battle stances.
Though you didn’t have the guidance of the others, you remembered these shadows having a weakness to Bufu skills, having seen Mitsuru down a group of them with a Mabufu. You were lucky enough to share the same typing as her persona. Summoning your persona with the click of your evoker, you let your energy flow into it. Ice swirled through the battlefield and crystalized on the enemies, knocking them all to the floor. With your blade ready, you charged, striking them all while they were down as Akihiko did the same.
“Nice. That was hardly a challenge thanks to you.”
“I was lucky it was weak to my magic,” You replied sheepishly, “If we find one that isn’t weak to either of us, then we’ll be in for a real challenge.”
“I’ll cover you if things go south,” He replied.
Of course, he would. You didn’t doubt he had the strength to protect you both, but it didn’t help your ego, either. He was leagues ahead of you when it came to hunting down shadows.
Keeping to the path, you went up to the third floor, where the shadows appeared to be oddly sparse. You came across one near the staircase, but you had yet to explore the whole floor and figured you might come across a treasure chest that could contain useful items for future exploration.
“Good thinking,” He commented, “Reminds me of how Makoto leads.”
“I’m hardly as strong as him,” You dismissed, “But, um, thanks.”
The looping halls opened up into a larger room encircling a brick spiral. Though the formation was odd, Akihiko informed you that it was something they had seen on previous infiltrations.
“It’s just so… random.” You commented. “I wonder what it is about Tartarus that makes it this way…”
You jolted as you sensed something approaching. Normally, the auras of shadows wouldn’t alert anyone except Mitsuru, but this one seemed especially powerful, and it got Akihiko’s attention as well.
“Damn… down here?” He hissed. He reached for your arm, grabbing you without realizing the effect it had on you. You could just about melt as you remembered him saving you, your knight in shining armor. His words, sounding almost panicked, were the only thing to snap you from your reverie, “This isn’t good. Two of us won’t be able to handle it even at our strongest.”
“We should run,” You squeaked out, as much as you hated to admit it. Running from the battle was hardly your first choice—You wanted to avoid further embarrassment if possible— but putting yourself in danger meant putting Akihiko in danger as well. It wouldn’t just be you that would be lost to the team, but both of you…
You turned only to see a barrier blocking the path out. A many-armed shadow, towering over you, approached, its red eyes focusing straight on you. Its shadowed form wavered and wobbled as though it were made of jelly, but its aura gave away that it was much tougher.
“What do we do?” You squealed.
“We need to hold it off. If we can inflict some kind of status effect on it, we may be able to weaken that barrier. I have some skills that’ll weaken its offensive moves,” He looked at you, “I know you’re new to your persona… perhaps there could be some power you haven’t discovered.”
The shadow roared, black ooze splattering to the ground in front of it. You cringed at the acrid stench it created.
“Watch out for that, it’ll heighten your susceptibility to ailments,” He explained, readying his fists, “I’ve never seen a shadow like this… damn, there isn’t a way to discern its weakness yet.”
“Let’s try our elemental skills first,” You suggested, “I’ve got a Maragi gem from the chest earlier I can use to try fire attacks. Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to knock it down…”
“—And if we hit it while we’re down,” He interrupted, “We could stun it enough to put down the barrier long enough to get out of here. I like what you’re thinking, Y/N.”
“Watch out!” You squealed as it reared its head, readying another foul breath attack. The ooze flowed down its masked face, and it roared, flooding the room with the aura to the point that it was unavoidable. Both of you were hit, causing you to stumble with the force of its attack, but in that window of opportunity, you threw a Bufu attack. It didn’t hit any weak points, but it was one method tested. You could feel the gem in your pocket warming up as though asking you to use it.
You heard the click of Akihiko’s evoker and saw his persona appear in a flash of blue. His eyes seemed to glow, and the wind produced by its sheer powerful aura ruffled his pale hair. It struck with a fierce Zionga attack, though it reflected right back at Akihiko. He was lucky to be resistant to the same elemental attack, but it still hit him hard enough to nearly topple him. You could see he wasn’t in great shape.
You put the evoker to your temple, searching in the depths of your soul for your skills. You had one healing skill, but it’d hardly do much after such an attack. A couple of elemental skills, a few physical attacks… you straightened as your persona whispered the name of something you hadn’t used before.
Marin Karin…?
It had to be an effect, though you hardly had time to consider what it would be and hoped it would be the life-saver you were counting on. The shadow was rearing its head for another attack and this one might be the end of both of you. You threw the gem, and when that didn’t work, you summoned your persona, making a gamble on the one skill you hadn’t tried before.
A pink aura flooded the room. It interrupted Akihiko as he summoned his persona, but it didn’t matter. The shadow was flooded by the aura, stopping its attack and lowering its head. It summoned great power and a green, healing aura surrounded both of you.
Huh, so it turned the enemy to your side, even if for a moment…
“It’s afflicted!” You shouted to Akihiko, “Let’s strike it with physical attacks and we might knock it down!”
You cast a glance back at the barrier, which flickered, though it wasn’t weak enough to fall—just a little more.
“G-got it…” Akihiko sounded abnormally weak. Strange, since it healed him, but perhaps it had weakened him in some other way. No matter the circumstances, you readied a strike attack and hit it as hard as you could. The shadow stumbled but didn’t wake from its affliction.
Akihiko, despite his state, readied his fists. With newfound energy, he charged at the shadow, making a running leap at it. His fist collided with the side of its mask, cracking it and breaking off a piece. It toppled in a pile on the cold floor.
“Now’s our chance!” You called out, seeing the barrier disappear.
Though you expected him to take the lead after such a near miss, he followed you, sticking close as the two of you fled Tartarus. You could sense a disturbance in the air, indicating that the Dark Hour was nearly over. Finally, outside, you watched as the moon released its green glow, and Tartarus returned to its previous state instantaneously.
“Okay, we’ve made it out in one piece,” You released the breath you were holding. Finally, you looked over at Akihiko, taking a good look at him. His breaths were deep and ragged, his skin layered in sweat. Not unusual after running almost the entire way out of Tartarus, but it was his body language that struck you as odd. He kept his arms folded tight to his body, his hands clenched into fists and his gaze staring at the ground. It was almost as though he didn’t see you.
“Akihiko?”
When you said his name, he was startled. Your heart swelled with worry. He was normally unshakable even in the heat of the most intense battle. He had been fine when the shadow first attacked.
You reached out for him and he took a step back. He was drenched in sweat.
“Don’t,” He uttered, “J-just, please… I don’t know what’s come over me…”
“You’re not acting like yourself…” You said, hesitating. As badly as you wanted to listen to him, as badly as you wanted to believe there was nothing amiss, you couldn’t just dismiss this behavior.
“I said don’t touch me!” He turned away from you. You jolted at his words. He could be intimidating at the best of times… “Sorry…” He looked back at you, his eyes appearing different from usual.
“Akihiko, please… just tell me what’s wrong?”
He didn’t speak for a moment, the gears turning in his head. Sensing his internal struggle, you waited, going over what had happened. The shadow, the aura, the… Your eyes went wide as you recalled your actions. You had thrown out your effect with as much power as you could summon, making one last-ditch effort to power through and survive. The pink aura had enveloped the entire room just as much as the shadow’s foul breath attack.
“Akihiko… did my attack hit you, too?” You asked. When he nodded, you prodded further. “What kind of effect was it? Distress, fear… confusion?”
None of those fit his behavior… Distress might fit it the most, but this seemed entirely different.
“Charm,” He replied so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.
Your eyes nearly bulged from your skull. You had yet to see the effect of it in action, but you knew from Mitsuru’s descriptions that it had a powerful effect on someone’s mind, enough to turn them against their allies and make their actions completely irrational for their usual self. You knew shadows could be charmed, but… to use it against your teammate was something you had yet to see…
“What does this mean?” You asked, “How is it even working when the Dark Hour is over?”
“I don’t know… this hasn’t ever happened to me before…” He gritted his teeth, squeezing his fists tightly to retain some semblance of control. “It’s different from being Charmed by a shadow…” He released a deep breath. He was conscious, at least. But he could hardly keep his thoughts in check. Deep, lascivious sexual desire clawed at his stomach like the hands of shadows clawing their way through Tartarus. In a way, it made sense that your persona charming him would make him this way, but… He hated the feeling that he wasn’t in control of himself. With every second it seemed his self-control was slipping.
“What should we do? Would Kirijo-senpai know what to do? Would an antidote even work outside of the Dark Hour…?”
Your voice was like the sweetest honey. He wanted to listen to you talk for hours. Even sounding as concerned as you did—well, especially so— it was beautiful. He snapped out of it when he realized he was just standing there looking dumb.
“No, they don’t. We didn’t have any with us, anyway. Makoto usually carries them for us,” He gritted his teeth, his fists tightening painfully. His body trembled. He cursed himself for being so ill-prepared, as well as for the thoughts running rampant in his mind.
“Please, Akihiko, I can’t stand to see you like this… if there’s anything I can do—”
“No, don’t say that,” He hissed, “I won’t be able to control myself if you say things like that…”
The thought had crossed his mind. Perhaps the charm effect could dissipate if one were to engage in sexual acts, relieving the urge, so to speak. But he shut down those thoughts as soon as they occurred to him. He would not use your body as an outlet. Despite what you thought of yourself, he cherished your role in S.E.E.S. and found it endearing that you were so determined to get stronger. He could not damage that relationship like this.
Your cheeks reddened as the implications of his words sunk in. You knew the ‘Charm’ effect was something like this, but to have it affect him so strongly made your heartbeat speed up. At the same time, though, it made you ache to see him in such a state because of your carelessness. He was always so strong, so dependable. To see this power bring him to his knees hurt you.
“I don’t care,” You said firmly, “This should be my responsibility. I did this to you. Please, let me help you, Aki.”
The nickname slipped from your tongue with ease, but you questioned your choice of it as soon as it escaped your lips. His body tensed.
You had no idea how badly he was fighting against himself.
“I’m hardly hanging on as it is—” He gasped, “Don’t— don’t say it, please.”
There was only one way to stop this. From what you learned of the nature of the Charm effect, it would take a while to fade on its own. Either the caster would have to be defeated in battle, an item or skill could be used to disperse the effects, or it would have to be left to fade, and there were too many unknowns since this had come from your persona. He could be stuck like this all night or longer, suffering this agonizing wave of desire.
“It’s okay, Akihiko,” Your voice lowered an octave, trying to be soft and soothing, and perhaps a bit provocative, “This is my fault and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
“Dammit!” He roared. Deep within him, he lost the grip on his self-control. In an instant, he had you pinned against the brick wall of a building. His rough hands dug into the skin on your sides as his body pressed against you, holding you in place. He instantly froze up, realizing his lapse in judgment, and removed his hands from you. “Are you hurt?” He knew his strength, used in such an uncontrolled way, could have seriously hurt you and already he was searching you for injuries.
“I’m okay, it’s okay,” You reassured him.
“It’s not. Can’t you see I can hardly control myself like this? I’m ashamed of it.”
Would you be repulsed? At this point, you should at least be disturbed. He had already laid his hands on you.
“That’s why I want to help you! This is my fault!”
“It’s neither of our faults…” He slowly removed his hands from you. “You can’t just… do that. Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not dumb, Aki. I know what’s happening and I know the consequences of what I’m doing.”
He was still for a second, his addled brain going over this new information. He slowly reached for you again, his body caging you in. “Then…” His expression changed. A seductive grin appeared on his lips, his eyes half-lidded, “You won’t mind if I do this, then…”
A desperate moan escaped his lips as he pressed his lips onto yours. His hands roamed your body, almost immediately sliding up your body to your chest, though he stopped just short of grasping your breasts. He broke the kiss.
“Do you see what I mean? I shouldn’t be progressing so—”
You kissed him this time, grasping his wrists to guide his hands where he wanted to touch, and he put up no resistance. His hands cupped your breasts over your shirt, groping them as though to get a feel for the shape of them. He pressed his entire body against yours, allowing you to feel his muscles through his clothes… along with a certain appendage pressing against your thigh. As soon as he realized it, though, he pulled away.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed raggedly, “I can’t control it… it’s as though this damned power is seizing control of my body.”
“Don’t feel bad, Aki. I’m gonna help in any way I can…” You brushed your fingers over his chest, “But maybe we should do this somewhere a little more private?”
“Can’t… we can’t go back to the dorm… there’s no damn way I can be quiet when I’m this worked up.”
“I know a place if you can hold it together for a bit.”
“I can certainly try,” He breathed, “No promises.”
“It’s close,” You reassured him, looking around. It would be just a couple of blocks away if you were correct.
He didn’t protest, following you closely as the two of you hurried through the empty streets. Only when the two of you approached a certain building did he seem to hesitate.
“This place…”
“They accept cash and don’t care who comes in, so they’ll let us by without even questioning the fact that we’re students.”
Maybe if he hadn’t been affected by your power, he would have more questions, like how you knew such a place, but he simply followed, too lost its effect to think too hard about things. You hastily paid for the room, and luckily, the attendant at the desk didn’t give either of you a second glance.
It was a room down the hall and to the right, an unassuming door beholding an unassuming hotel room. He shut the door slowly as you climbed onto the bed, and approached just as softly.
“You’re… still certain about this?” His voice lowered to a whisper, “I cannot promise I’ll be able to take your needs into consideration. I can almost guarantee I’m going to get carried away with this.”
“It’s okay. I’m ready for this.”
He released a shaking breath, loosening his tightened fists. Tension slowly eased as he straightened his back, his lustful gaze raking down your body. The fact that he’s had such a level of self-control under the effects of your unintentional Charming of him had been a miracle thus far, but you had driven him to his absolute limit.
You couldn’t help but let out a squeak as his body pressed yours into the bedding. His hands locked your wrists above your head while he buried his face in your neck, his hot breaths tickling your collarbone. He had you completely vulnerable, with his body straddling you and caging you in.
“You see what you’re doing to me?” He growled, his voice lowered to a seductive purr, “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” He pressed his hips against you more firmly, allowing you to get a better feel of the hardness throbbing against your side. It was large enough to make you gasp.
“Aki, please.” Though you tried to sound firm, in this situation, it just came out as a pitiful squeak, “I need this.”
“This is turning you on?” He sounded a little surprised, even though his voice was husky with lust, “Good. I want you to enjoy every second of this because you brought this upon yourself. This is what you wanted, right? To drive me mad like this to the point where I can hardly keep it together?”
He silenced your response with a fierce kiss, placing both of your wrists in the grip of one hand while the other slid down to explore your body. While his tongue invaded your mouth, his hand gripped your left breast through your shirt.
When he separated from you, a string of saliva connected your mouth to his. He wasted no time stripping off his gear and shirt, baring his toned chest and scars. You wondered about those scars, thinking of your very first days in S.E.E.S. and the injuries he’d sustained from the shadow attack. His gaze raked down your vulnerable body.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
He bent down and nudged your legs apart, flipping up your uniform skirt and immediately burying his face between your legs. You squeaked as you felt his hot tongue brushing back and forth over your panties, teasing you over your slit and eventually over your clit.
“Ha. Knew I’d find that spot,” He purred, reaching his hands in to part your thighs further. Your skirt obscured his face, but you could feel every movement of his tongue beneath it. A wet spot grew on your panties, and at the taste of you, he moaned.
You gasped as he bit into your panties, and your eyes went wide as he began pulling them up your thighs with his teeth. When the space between them became too wide, he pulled back, leaving them between your knees, and pushed your legs into the air to pull them off the rest of the way. Then he resumed, shoving his tongue into your bare pussy as he began grinding his hard-on against the bed.
“F-fuck, Aki…” You squealed, digging your fingers into the firm mattress. With every movement, his hot tongue teased more wetness from your twitching hole. It was as though he knew every movement would make you feel good.
He just couldn’t get enough of you. The way you thrashed while in his grasp, the way you whined and moaned while his tongue teased you to the edge… he wanted more of it. He couldn’t get enough of it and he felt as though he could burst just eating you out like this.
His eyes went wide as, suddenly, the overwhelming sensations of your body beneath him, the Charm effect ravaging his body, and the grinding against the bed became too much. He dug his nails into your thighs, moaning against your soaking cunt as he came with a low growl, rutting his hips desperately against the bed amid his orgasm.
As he slowed, his sensitized body trembling with aftershocks, he lifted his head from between your thighs. His face was painted with your arousal. He wore an expression of bliss, his eyes half-lidded while he looked at you.
“You… You came?” You asked, “Is it over…? Do you feel any better?”
“I… I don’t. I don’t believe so,” He straightened up, his body still tingling with pleasure. He could hardly believe he came so quickly from grinding against the bed. Embarrassment fought through his insides. As someone who prided himself on his strength and stamina, he was left feeling ashamed that he came from hardly anything. But almost immediately it was replaced yet again with the crippling clawing of desire through his veins. The effects of Charm were potent still.
“But,” He went on, “I can stop if you’d like…” He had embarrassed himself enough already. Heh, it had been a long time since he felt this level of embarrassment. Who knew you’d be the one to bring him down to this level?
“No, please. Keep going, Aki,” As he pulled away, you reached down and grabbed his wrist. There was no way he couldn’t break out of your grip in any normal situation, but at the moment it was too much for him to handle. His mind was infected with your touch, bleeding into fantasies spurred on both by your persona’s power and something else…
Maybe if it had been anyone else who had charmed him by accident, he would have been fine. He’d probably have an awkward boner back to the dorms and a restless night ahead of him, but he’d be fine.
But it was different for you. He was disgusted with his lack of ability to hold back when it came to you. Whether it was protecting you fiercely in battle or his offer to help train in Tartarus with you, he felt as though his feelings for you were strengthening by the day.
Then this had to happen.
Did you even know? Did you offer yourself to him, not realizing the depths of what that meant ot him? That he truly could not resist you?
“Damn,” He gritted his teeth. He had hoped one orgasm would be enough to fight off the effect, but he was getting the feeling that this was going to be a long night.
“It’s okay,” You said, your voice soft and comforting. “You won’t hurt me.”
“You know I could. If I can’t… control myself.”
You tugged his wrist, and once again, his wavering restraint snapped. He advanced on you, shoving you to the bed again with his face pressed on the side of your neck. His fingers clawed down your body until they came to the hem of your shirt, which he quickly pulled over your head. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra with skillful precision, tossing it aside as well, and the same with your skirt, leaving you naked before him. He quickly pulled back to shed the remains of his clothes. When his reddened, weeping dick sprung free of its confines, you could see the remnants of his orgasm sticking to it.
Rather than go straight to you, however, he started to look through his clothes. A look of confusion crossed your features until you saw him pull a condom out of one of the pockets of his gear. He quickly tugged the thin latex over him, rolling it over his stiff dick.
“Tell me you want this,” He breathed, aligning his cock with your soaked cunt, “Tell me you’re as desperate for this as I am.”
“I need it, Aki. Please take me.” You whined, spreading your legs further for him.
He started applying pressure. There was a little friction between your dripping flesh and the condom, but not enough to cause any strain. He glided inside with ease, reaching your depths and holding still there as his body covered yours. He let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“It’s better than I imagined,” He growled, “Tight… nnng, so tight… like you’re sucking me in…”
Your legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back. You didn't want him going anywhere. Not that he wanted to go.
Even wearing a condom, he felt as though he would come again. Your walls tightened and twitched around him while he wasn’t even moving. He took deep breaths, trying to stabilize himself.
“Promise me…” His voice wavered. He rested his head on the junction of your shoulder, holding onto you like a lifeline, “Promise me if it hurts, you’ll tell me to stop… and if I don’t stop, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
“I want this, Aki. Just please, use me however you wish. I want you to feel good… I don’t even care how I feel.”
He chuckled, the sound surprising you enough that you raised your head to look at him.
“If we keep apologizing to each other we’re gonna be at this all night… ah, we probably will be anyway. It’s already nearly two in the morning.”
“Damn, that’s late. I—”
You squeaked as you were cut off by him suddenly drawing his hips back and then advancing into you again. You moaned loudly.
“I don’t care if it takes all night. I’m going have my damn way with you.”
The room erupted in the sounds of mutual moans and wet slapping sounds as his hips met yours. His hot, throbbing length plunged into you with a force that shook the entire bed. You wondered if the bed would be able to take much more of this…
Your body tensed. Your toes curled as he suddenly lifted your hips into the air, changing the angle so that he was thrusting down into you, pushing you into a mating press and hitting even deeper than before. Your pussy twitched around him feebly as his actions pushed you towards an inevitable climax.
“Aki— oh, Aki, I’m—”
“You’re gonna come,” He growled, delirious with pleasure, “You’re gonna come. For me… ” He tightened his grip on you painfully, though the sting of his fingers digging into your flesh was overshadowed by the intense burst of pleasure coursing through your body as you tightened around him. Your legs squeezed around his middle during your orgasm as you squirmed beneath him, your moans and pants flooding the room.
“Fuck!” He snarled, and suddenly, the condom inside you was flooded with warmth.
“You too, huh?” You said, managing a weak chuckle. “Does it feel better, now?”
“Mmm…”
He unsheathed from you slowly. The end of the condom was bulging with white fluid. He rolled it off, tied it, and quickly tossed it into the trash. His cock throbbed, not softening in the slightest and sensitive while it was bared to the chilly air. He shook his head.
“Guess we’ve gotta keep trying, huh?” You said.
“If you’re willing—”
“Of course I am,” You sat upright, noticing your legs were shaking a bit, “Could I try something else?”
“Sure.” He didn’t really know what you meant—he was still kind of shocked you agreed to anything like this in the first place, much less wanted to continue this with him.
When you crawled forward and wrapped your hand around his cock, he kind of got the picture. Then, when you dipped your head down and gave the head of it a soft lick, that’s when he understood.
“No, you don’t have to—”
“I want to.” You said, and then you sank your head down on him.
He was taken aback, shocked, and insanely aroused. He couldn’t move; he was paralyzed with his feelings of desire as he watched you work your mouth on his dick, which was already slick with cum.
The taste of him was bitter, a bit salty, but you grew used to it quickly. You tried a few different approaches, reaching up to massage his balls while suckling the tip, or deepthroating it until you couldn’t hold your breath anymore. Switching between a few methods made it easy to keep a good rhythm, and pretty soon, he was pulling your hair, begging you through gritted teeth to swallow it all.
And you did, as difficult as it was, considering the sheer volume of what he pumped into your mouth, but you managed to take it all with just a little cough at the end to show your struggle.
“Doing okay?” He panted, hardly recovered from his orgasm.
“Just fine. How is it now?”
“Still sensitive as hell and hard as a rock,” He groaned, “This is going to take all night…”
“And that’s fine. I’m ready to satisfy you for as long as it takes,” You said, licking the last of his cum off your lips. The sight of that had him moaning.
“Fuck, come here,” He reached again for his discarded uniform, pulling a condom in its wrapper from the pocket and ripping it open with his teeth. “I’m not going easy on you, you know.”
“Ooh, I know,” You said, watching gleefully as he rolled the condom onto his oversensitive cock, “I want it that way.”
He grabbed your hips, forcefully flipping you over so that he could stand at the edge of the bed, aligning his cock with you to fuck you from behind. “Heh, you’re sure about that?”
“Damn right I’m—”
You cried out as he buried his cock in to the hilt. He wasn’t going easy on you by far, and he immediately began pounding into your sopping wet cunt, shaking the bed with the force of your thrusts.
“That’s better,” He growled, “Just take it like a good girl.”
And so it went on. He flooded the condom with cum just a few minutes later, tying it off and pulling out yet another one.
By 3 AM, you were quite sore down there, but still very willing to please him with your hands and mouth. You rested on the bed, jerking him off while leaning against him, listening to him praise you as he rutted into your hands.
“Such a good girl. Your hands feel so good.”
By 4 AM you had lost track of how many orgasms he had but you didn’t care. There were condoms surrounding the edge of the trash can and you were sore everywhere on your body. He was still hard, somehow, and he’d chugged at least three water bottles but he was still full of energy, sensitive and ready to go again. Mercifully, he gave you a break.
The two of you lay side by side, nude and coated in a heady layer of sweat. His pale hair was sticking to his face and yours was probably messed up beyond all logic.
“We don’t have to keep going after this if you don’t want to,” He panted, “I can… take care of it, if I have to.”
“I’m no quitter,” You said, laughing at your own joke.
“You sure? I’m gonna put you to the test.”
“Bet.”
By 5 AM you were questioning if this was ever going to end. He fucked his cock between your slick thighs lazily, letting you lay limp after a long night of screwing. He pulled out and gushed cum all over your back and ass, groaning.
“Hey,” He said, catching your attention. It was the first sound he’d made in a while that wasn’t him moaning or telling you that you were doing good for him.
“What?”
“I think it’s working,” He panted, “It feels a little less sensitive.”
“We’re almost there,” You breathed, “Good. I’m so tired. Just fuck me even if I’m sleeping.”
“I’m not comfortable with that, but I’ll see what we can do. We’re so close.”
By 6:30 AM you were done. You were sure he’d fucked you in every way you conceive possible and you were slick with drying cum on most of your body. You might need ten showers to get the scent of cum out of your hair.
The sun was just peeking over the horizon when he finally announced that he could go no longer. Finally, he was satisfied, the effect of Marin Karin completely gone. You both breathed a sigh of relief, laying limp on the bed.
“That was a hell of a workout,” He said, laughing, “Glad we don’t have school today.”
“I’d probably sleep through the whole day. Then again, I probably wouldn’t even make it to school because I’ve gotta shower a few times.”
“Let me go with you. You’re pretty weak right now.” He stood on shaking legs, offering you a hand.
“What? Like you’re any better?”
“Haven’t had a workout that intense in a long time,” He said, “Guess I’m slacking on my routine.”
“Sex isn’t a part of your routine, is it?”
“Not yet,” He laughed, “Wanna change that?”
“You’re sure it isn’t a part of your routine? I saw you pulling condoms out of your pockets like handkerchiefs from a clown’s pocket. What do you need so many condoms for, anyway?”
He went pale. “Um… to be prepared?”
You snickered. “All right. Let’s shower.” You tried to stand only to collapse back onto the bed. He pulled you into his arms.
“Don’t be so smug. I’ve seen every face you make in the midst of an orgasm.”
“Every single one? Sure you don’t wanna test and see if I have any more?”
“Another time. When we’re not dying of exhaustion,” He carried you in his arms, as weak as he was at the moment, to the shower.
It was an exhausting night, but maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something beautiful.