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“Alright, looking cute!” said Momo as she finished preening in the mirror, making sure her hair looked tousled in just the way she liked. She smiled and brought her hand to her chin, resting it between her thumb and forefinger. “He’s not gonna know what hit him.”
Momo knew tonight would be special. She was sure of it. Tonight, she would be all alone with her wonderful boyfriend, no grannies to bother them, just he and she enjoying themselves, together in their own special world. She loved spending time with him without anyone else intruding.
Of course, she loved spending time with him, period, but when she had him all to herself, oh yes, that was the real treat. So vast was her love for him that she might not believe its magnitude had she not had ample evidence of how great he was. He was kind and loving and gentle, not to mention cute and sexy as hell, and so much more. He was perfect.
Well, except for one thing. But it was a tiny thing. No big deal.
And Momo was pretty damn great too! She knew she had beauty, brains, and a killer personality in ample amounts without getting full of herself and believing she was divinely ordained like some people, so she never felt like Okarun’s love was undeserved.
Naturally, she didn’t like it when skanks tried to go after him, and the number of skanks chasing him only ever seemed to increase, but she was much less insecure about their attachment to one another these days. They were a perfect match, with a perfect relationship.
Well, except in one way. But it was a tiny way. No big deal.
Ever since they had gotten together, her love for him had only grown. It scared her a little, giving herself to him so wholly, but she couldn’t help it. She could laugh with him. She could cry with him. She could be vulnerable with him, baring more of her soul than she had with just about anyone, and he would always cradle her heart with the warm tenderness she needed. She could be naked with him in every way, in any situation.
Well, except for one situation.
And unfortunately, it had proven to be a big situation and a pretty big deal.
Despite the plethora of experiences they’d shared, both before and after getting together, one specific domain was still alien to her and her alien-otaku boyfriend. That domain was the physical – more accurately, the carnal.
They had been together for years at this point, but still he had not even attempted to touch her below the neck, at least not in the more intimate parts of the body. He would hold her hips when they danced, and his kisses were soft, pure warmth that made her heart race, but he hadn’t ever made a move that indicated he wanted more than that.
For a long time, this didn’t bother Momo. She was his first girlfriend, his first friend to begin with, and she could understand wanting to move slowly. She had always been more comfortable being physical between the two of them anyway. But as the weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, she started to yearn for him even more than she had before they were together.
She could be patient, she had told herself. Maybe he wanted to wait until they were 18. Maybe he was that pure sort of soul. But it had been months since either of their 18th birthdays and still she had gotten nothing from him.
She had considered that maybe he wanted to wait until marriage. This was an outside possibility – he had never said anything to indicate he did – but she couldn’t count it out without explicit denial. The thing was, even if he did want to wait until marriage to go the whole proverbial hog, surely he would be willing to at least touch each other in some sensitive areas, right? He wasn’t that chaste.
Was he?
Momo scowled into her mirror. She was frustrated, sexually and otherwise. She felt like she had dropped plenty of hints that he could be more forward with her. She didn’t hide her want of him when they kissed. But still she felt walled off from this quintessential young adult desire.
What was his problem? This was the one area she couldn’t bring herself to talk about with him in earnest. Did she have to beg him to touch her? She couldn’t bring herself to do that either; if he refused, she would never recover.
Besides, shouldn’t the boy be the one to come onto the girl? That was how things worked, right? Momo was forward-thinking in many ways, but this particular norm stayed with her. She used to imagine Ken Takakura – her first Ken Takakura, not her current one – scooping her up in his strong, manly arms and, well, making his desire for her known in unequivocal terms. Before she knew it, the Ken Takakura in that fantasy had been replaced by her beloved Okarun, which was an upgrade not only because she was in love with him, but because it meant that fantasy could become real.
But Momo was just about ready to explode, and so she had hatched a plan. It was a flawless plan, as expected of her genius, and she knew she would have him lusting after her uncontrollably by the end of the night, so help her, or her name was not Momo Ayase.
She clenched her fist and nodded to her reflection. It would work!
Suddenly, she heard the fated knock at the front door downstairs. Her heart started pounding. Game time. No backing down.
She bounded down the stairway of her house excitedly and pulled open the door. There he was, the love of her life, standing there with a big smile. Oh, how she loved that smile. “Okarun!” she squealed.
“Momo-san,” he returned pleasantly. She loved that he called her first name even out of this transformed state now. Gone was uncomfortable formality, scattered to the winds by their love.
Before he could say anything else, she took his face in her hands and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. As he returned it in kind, heat flooded her body, and her desire to see her plan to fruition grew yet deeper. Breaking the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her head on his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” he answered, embracing her back. “I missed you.”
Part of her wanted to tease him about having seen each other just a short while ago, but she would be a hypocrite if she did. “I missed you too. Come in!” She grabbed him by the hand – his warm, strong hand – and pulled him in doors.
“We’ve got the place to ourselves tonight, so we can do whatever we want,” she said with careful emphasis. “I’m thinking we could maybe play some video games for a bit to start? I’ve got snacks and drinks ready.”
“That sounds good,” said Okarun easily. She seemed very eager for a fairly low-key activity, but he wasn’t going to complain. Games were fun, especially with his girlfriend.
“Great.” She led him to the living room, where the Super Famicom sat before an old CRT television. “I’ve been craving some old school Mario Kart. That okay with you?”
“I’d be happy to satisfy that craving,” said Okarun.
Boy, you don’t know the half of it. “But here’s the twist,” said Momo. “Whoever loses the first Grand Prix has to be the winner’s servant for the evening.” Okarun tilted his head to the side at this. “What? You scared?”
“Not at all,” he replied, adjusting his glasses. “Just… the last time we made that kind of deal, I ended up losing my family jewels and you got kidnapped by aliens.”
“I think that turned out pretty okay in the end, all things considered,” she said with a wink.
“Well, alright then,” said Okarun. “Just don’t complain if you lose.”
After messing about with the cartridge and the console for a bit, Momo finally got the game working and the two sat back, controllers in hand. They selected their characters – Peach for Momo and Toad for Okarun – and the race began shortly.
The first of the four races ended with Momo’s narrow victory, with Okarun trailing behind her in second. Nine points to her, six points to him. So far so good. “Hell yeah!” said Momo, pumping her fist. “Getting worried, four-eyes?”
Okarun leaned in towards the TV. “Not on your life.”
In the next race, both of them trailed behind one of the CPU racers for the entire race, with Momo just ahead of Okarun. “I swear these bastards cheat,” Momo growled.
“They do,” said Okarun calmly. “It’s called rubber band AI. But it usually means the racers ahead of the human players slow down.”
“Then they’re double cheating!” Suddenly, a green shell crashed into Momo’s kart and Peach spun out. “Oh, what the fuck!? That’s bullshit!”
“Lucky me,” said Okarun, pulling ahead of her to take second. Momo stuck her tongue out in indignation as she finished third. Twelve points apiece. All tied up.
The third race was a disaster. Momo grinned when she saw Okarun fall into last place after a bad series of attacks from both her and the CPU, but her face fell as she failed to seize 4th place, leaving them both with no additional points. “Fuck!” Momo cried, having to restrain herself from breaking her controller. It would all come down to the last race.
Okarun smiled, despite his girlfriend’s road rage, as he watched the screen, his character navigating the track carefully. Just a few years ago he’d never played a video game with anyone. Now his first friend and girlfriend was playing with him – just with him – and it didn’t feel out of the ordinary. It still felt special, but being with her always felt special.
She was so good to him. He wanted to do everything in his power to be good to her too.
Momo, meanwhile, was in full gaming mode, teeth clenched, her eyes wide to the point of bulging as she handled the controller. She needed to win this last race or the plan wouldn’t work. She would win this. She’d spent the last several days practicing to ensure it. She’d show that wonderful nerd who’s boss and then she’d execute her master stroke.
They were both trailing the 4th place racer – the last place to receive points – as the final lap began. Momo was sure that if they tied, he’d find a way to weasel out of their deal. Hitting an item box, she was delighted to see a red shell. She knew that if she threw it now, however, both she and Okarun would benefit. Time for a plan within the plan.
As they approached a particularly tight turn, Momo shouted, “Okarun, look! An alien!”
“What?!” As he turned to look, Momo threw the shell and watched as Toad drove off the track, allowing her to seize fourth place and leave him in the dust as she crossed the finish line.
“Yes! In your face!” She jumped to her feet and began a victory dance.
As Okarun turned back, his face looked indignant. “That’s cheating! You cheated!”
She pointed at him. “All’s fair in love and war!”
“This is neither of those things!”
“I disagree,” she said with a sudden sultry whisper. “I love you and now you have to do what I say.”
He pouted for a second, but then didn’t seem to find the idea wholly objectionable. “Alright then. What is your first command?”
Momo smiled. No need to rush. You already have him. “Hmm.” She put a finger to her chin in feigned contemplation. “Make out with me.”
He blinked. “I would’ve done that without you asking.”
“Well, do it now!” She closed her eyes, her lips puckered.
Okarun grinned. She was so cute. He was so, so lucky. Cupping her face, he tilted his head, closed his eyes, and brushed his lips against hers for a split second. At his withdrawal, Momo reflexively brought her head closer, where his lips met her again, for just a moment longer this time.
A few more times, he brought his lips to hers only to pull them back after a second, allowing her a little bit more contact with each one. He was teasing her, making her hunger for his touch. She knew it and she loved it. Finally, he pressed his lips fully into hers with unmistakable desire.
A soft whimper escaped her. He had learned well how to use his lips to pleasure her and, she hoped, himself with her, infinitely better than their accidental teeth knocking early in their friendship, low bar though that was. He reached his hand behind her head and pulled with just a tiny bit of force, bringing her further into his grasp.
She moaned as he pushed further against her lips. In a way, it frustrated her. How could he show such desire for her, give her such thrill from his touch, and want to go no further? She needed to feel more desire from him. Much more.
His tongue flicked out against her lips, a sudden feeling of wet heat across them, and Momo let out a small gasp. Tentatively, she maneuvered her tongue to meet his and the two began a sensual dance. “Okarun…” she muttered.
Eventually, he pulled back, smiling as he saw her expression, dazed, as though she had been mildly hypnotized by his efforts. “I hope that was satisfactory.”
She nodded slightly. “Uh-huh…”
“Your next request, Momo-san?”
The next phase in the plan was up and it brought her back to her senses. She looked him up and down. “Take off your shirt.”
Once again, Okarun blinked at her command. “Uhm, okay.” He was glad it was warm in the house, gladder still that he had been warmed by the feeling of her lips on his. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and Momo smiled as she watched him.
Finally, he pulled it off, leaving his torso exposed to her. Momo approached him and placed a finger on his chest, drawing it down to his abdomen as she bit her lip. “Damn, Okarun, I always forget what a great body you have. I mean, I liked you as a scrawny nerd, don’t get me wrong, but I can’t say I hate this.”
Okarun found himself blushing; even though she’d praised his physique much over the years it still felt unreal that any girl, let alone his girlfriend, could find his body attractive. “Th-thanks,” he muttered.
“Now then. My next command.” She breathed deep for this one. This was when things would get real. With a confident tone that did not betray how nervous she felt, she told him, “Take off my shirt.”
Okarun’s eyes went wide and his blush deepened. “Wh-what?”
Momo forced herself not to back down. “You heard me. It’s warm in here and you can’t be the only shirtless one. Now do as I say, servant.”
Okarun blushed. “A-as you wish…” It was strange, he thought as his shaking hands approached the top button of her blouse. He’d seen her shirtless multiple times. Hell, she’d been that way within the first day of properly knowing her, and then again a few days later, through less than fortunate circumstances both times. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what she looked like under the fabric.
But those times, someone else, be it aliens or herself, had removed it for her. He hadn’t ever done it before. She hadn’t wanted him to do it. And those times were stressful times, not… now. Just the two of them. Together.
He gulped and steeled his resolve. He wouldn’t back down here. The first button came loose under his fingers. For a moment, he stopped, glancing at Momo, who had also become slightly red in the face. She nodded in encouragement. Unconsciously, he nodded back before undoing the second button, then the third, down the line until the final one was undone.
“There,” he said, removing his hands.
“Uh-uh,” said Momo, wagging her finger in front of him.
“What?” asked Okarun, nervous that he had overstepped somehow.
“I didn’t say unbutton my shirt. I said, take it off.”
Okarun’s eyes went wide again. Not overstepped, but understepped, then. His hands grasped the edges of her shirt and he began to remove it from her slowly. Without realizing, he started breathing shallowly as he saw her breasts held in her bra up close. Again, he had seen her like this before. But never like this. Never in this context. Never…
Momo smiled at his work and she easily allowed her arms to fall out of her sleeves. Okarun withdrew once it was fully off and held it, unsure of what to do with it. “Good boy,” she teased.
His voice came out quiet and unsteady. “Wh… what… is your next command?”
She pointed at the shirt. “Drop that.” He did so, limply. “And then…” With deliberate movement, she stepped towards him. She thought he might step away for a moment as he leaned back, but he seemed to think better of it and stayed in place. She brought her lips close to his ear. Her heart was pounding. The critical moment had arrived.
In a throaty whisper, her hot breath on his skin, she said, “Do what you want with my body.”
As she pulled back, she saw Okarun had frozen in place, but for the faint movement of his chest as he breathed slowly, his face expressing naught but shock. A deep blush covered her own face.
She’d done it. She hadn’t exactly asked him to touch her per se, but she had placed the ball in his court as much as her heart would allow. Now was the moment of truth. The die was cast.
As though moving on rusty hinges, his arms rose and began to extend towards her chest. Momo could not contain her smile as she blushed. He was doing it. He was really doing it! It worked! Of course it worked. Why wouldn’t it? She was a genius and it was a genius plan!
But then his hands slowed to a stop, his fingers a mere inch from the cups of her bra. They began to move back. They dropped until they were at his sides once more.
Momo’s smile vanished. Instead, her mouth hung slightly open. The distance between them suddenly felt like a vast gulf. A silent moment passed, then another, and another after it.
Finally, looking away from his girlfriend, Okarun spoke in a quiet voice. “Maybe… we should keep our hands to ourselves…”
At that moment, she expected a burst of anger from herself. She expected her blood to boil. She expected herself to fly off the handle and hurl insults at him for rebuffing her, maybe throw a few light punches his way. That was the usual way of things.
But the rage didn’t come.
In its place, Momo felt her heart stop. A deep sickness congealed in the pit of her stomach and a biting chill ran through her veins. The silence around them deafened her.
She felt stricken, unable to do anything but stare until finally, she too turned her face away. “Okay,” she said, bending down to pick up her discarded shirt. Her voice was perfectly flat. No anger, no sorrow, no emotion radiated from it whatsoever. “Okay.”
Okarun turned to face her. “A-Ayase-san,” he said softly. Nowadays he only called her that when he knew he’d done something wrong.
“Don’t worry,” she said, face down, voice still unnervingly even. “I get it. It’s okay.”
“Wait,” said Okarun, “Wait.” He wasn’t sure what else to say besides that.
“It’s fine. You don’t want to touch me.” She stepped past him, hiding her expression from him. “You don’t want me. I understand now. There’s nothing left to say.” She drew in a shaky breath. “I’m tired. I’m going to go to sleep. You can let yourself out, right?"
“Ayase-san, please don’t cry,” Okarun pleaded. “Please, just-”
“I’m not crying,” she replied. “I understand everything. I’m glad I know now instead of…” She drew in a quick breath. “Instead of…” she gulped, “instead of wondering why.” Finally, the slightest bit of emotion crept into her voice.
“Ayase-san, please.” Okarun reached out to grab her wrist.
“Please what?” Momo’s gaze suddenly met his, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks, her teeth grit to maintain what remained of her composure. “You don’t want to do these kinds of things with me, right? Why are we even a couple, then? You should be with Aira or one of the million other girls who want you now, someone you want to touch, not someone who doesn’t…” She looked away again, letting out a sob. “Who doesn’t…”
“But I want to be with-”
“Don’t lie to me,” she said with sudden vigor. “Don’t you dare. I know what I am to you. I’m just your first friend, the first girl who was nice to you, right? It was new and exciting back then, but now everyone loves you, so I’m not special anymore. And that’s great. Truly. I’m really, really glad everyone sees how wonderful you are. Honestly. I just thought you would…” She sniffled. “I’m such a fucking idiot…”
“Momo-chan!” The sudden depth of Okarun’s voice made Momo jolt and she looked at him, expecting to see him transformed. But his hair was the same as ever, nothing on his face besides his glasses. His countenance was nothing but serious.
He took her hand in both of his and brought it to his chest. “You’re wrong. You’re completely wrong. I do want to do those things with you. In fact, there’s nothing, literally nothing, I want in the world more than that. And I’ve wanted it for a long, long time, before we were even together.”
His tone inhibited her doubt of him. Unconsciously she allowed her face to show the pain she felt. In a tiny, high-pitched voice, she choked out, “Then why?”
Okarun answered immediately. “Because I’m a coward. Because I’m so, so scared.”
Momo blinked. “Why would you be scared of me?”
He shook his head. “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful and smart and fun and, believe me, really sexy! You make me want to be good enough to be with you.”
Momo gave him a confused look. “You already are…”
“I’m pretty good! You’ve given me a lot of confidence over the years. I recognize that I’m not totally worthless. But this… i-intimacy is a road I haven’t traveled yet. And I don’t just want to be intimate with you, I want to be good at intimacy with you!”
He averted his gaze. “But I don’t have any way to practice, so I’m probably going to be bad at it if I try. If I’m bad at it and I make you feel bad, you’ll just think I’m lame and if you think I’m lame then you won’t want to be with me anymore…”
Looking at her once more, he took a deep breath. “And I want to be with you, Momo-san. I love being with you. You’re not just my first friend. You’re my best friend. And it doesn’t matter if you were the first or the millionth girl to be nice to me. I want to be with you. No one else.”
Momo gazed at him, her face red not from embarrassment but from the palpable vulnerability and honesty of his words. “Okarun…” Suddenly, she bonked him on the head with her fist, causing him to yelp in surprise more than pain. “You dummy!” With her other hand, she cupped his cheek and continued, her voice gentle, “You’re the coolest person I know. I could never think you’re lame. I haven’t ever done this stuff either, you know?”
“It’s different for guys,” he insisted, looking down. “If a guy is bad at pleasing a girl, he’s a total loser. All you have to do is be there and I know I’ll have an amazing time.”
Momo felt her heart beat for the first time since this discussion had begun, a powerful thump in her chest. “It’s the same for me.” She tilted his chin for him to meet her eye. How could he not see how badly she wanted him? How could he not see that she overflowed with desire, that every fiber of her being burned white hot for him? “All I want is for you to touch me. Knowing that you want me… feeling your desire for me… that’s all it takes for me to feel good.”
She could see the tiniest spark of hope in his eyes. “Really?”
“Mhm. And besides,” she gave him a smile, a genuine one. “So what if it’s bad the first time, or the first few times, or even the first several times? Who gives a shit? We’ll have each other to practice with until we’re really, really good at it.” Her voice shrank a little. “If you want, I mean.”
Okarun gazed at her for a moment. “Promise?”
Momo nodded. “Promise.”
He breathed in deeply and exhaled, feeling a mountain of tension dissipate. “Okay then. I’m sorry I made you cry and feel unwanted… I’m sorry I’ve been such a coward.”
She shook her head. “You’re not a coward.” She wiped her tears. “You’ve always worried about me getting hurt whenever we’ve been in a fight, right? This is just another one of those times. You were worried about both of us.”
He smiled a bashful smile. “Momo-san…” Reaching his hand to the back of her head again, he pulled her in close for a kiss.
Momo melted into it; the residual pain boiled away until they parted. “Ah…”
“I love you,” Okarun said softly.
“I love you too,” she replied before raising a chastising finger and frowning. “And don’t you ever doubt that!”
He smiled. “I won’t.” A few wordless seconds passed. “So, uhm.” He paused. “Do you want to try again?”
Blinking, Momo asked, “Like, right now?”
“Y-yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I really want to… if you do, of course. You’re the one who won the game, so I have to do what you want for the rest of the night.”
Momo’s heart swelled. “In that case,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear once more, “touch me, Okarun. Touch me wherever you want.”
In one fluid motion, Okarun reached down and scooped Momo into his arms. “As you wish,” he said in a deep whisper before whisking her up the stairs. Momo giggled in delight as he carried her like a princess into her bedroom. Then, with absolute gentleness, he laid her down on the bed. “Ready?”
“More than you can imagine.”
“Alright. I won’t hold back.”
Taking his position over her on the bed, he crushed his lips against hers once more, with a level of passion she had never felt before. This time she pulled him in closer, her fingernails gently raking his scalp. After a few seconds, he withdrew his lips, only to plant them on her cheek, then her jaw, then underneath her jaw.
He’d never done something like this, and Momo was eager to see where it was going. She wouldn’t lie to him if she didn’t feel good, but she would certainly do everything short of that to encourage him. His firm kisses steadily traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of blazing pleasure. Momo gasped. “Oh, Okarun…”
Emboldened by this, he continued his oral bombardment, the lingering heat of his mouth and breath lighting up her skin with erotic sensation. As he reached her collarbone, he left a few meandering kisses, then brought his shaking hand up to her chest, pausing a bit to gather his courage before gently cupping one bra-covered breast.
He left his hand there, trembling but otherwise still. Momo seized the moment, put her hand over the back of his, and made it close around her soft flesh. On his face was pure astonishment, with an undertone of glee. “Keep going,” she whispered. “Please.”
Okarun nodded confidently despite his shock. He gave her a light squeeze; she gave a soft “Mm” in response. Hearing her made Okarun’s heart thump. He squeezed again, this time more forcefully. The pleased “Ohhh” that left her lips felt even better. He squeezed once more, until the flesh no longer yielded easily. A sharp “Ah!” came from Momo, accompanied by a sudden tightening of her muscles, and instinctively, Okarun knew it was too much.
In him grew a desire to understand the domain of her pleasure in totality. Momo responded with moans of different lengths and volumes depending on how and where he groped her; slowly, he started to pick up on patterns. If he squeezed with certain levels of force, she would respond more vociferously. Likewise, pressing his fingers into certain spots elicited different reactions.
Bit by bit, he learned the exact force to exert, as well as the best ways to apply his fingers. Bit by bit, Momo’s pleasure grew. “Ohh, that feels good…” she murmured.
She felt his care for her as he learned; it built a greater sense of need in her. She loved the look on his face, so wholly fixated on her sensations, like a hunter with his prey. “Hey,” she whispered, tapping his cheek. As he looked at her, she smiled sweetly. “Don’t you want to touch them underneath the bra?”
Okarun blushed furiously, his eyes going saucer-wide before he nodded vigorously. “Yes!” He caught himself and cleared his throat before proceeding more quietly. “I mean, yes, I would like that.”
Momo grinned at his eagerness. “I’ll help you out this time.” Reaching behind her, she found and undid the clasp of her bra. The cups fell loose, and she pulled the garment away, revealing her nipples, standing at attention.
Now she had exposed herself to him more than she ever had and, confident though she was that she had some nice boobs, she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. “Well? What do you think?”
Okarun looked at her chest like it was another kind of chest, one in which he had found untold riches. “Wow…” he breathed. “They’re… amazing…”
Momo basked in his praise with glee. “Right? Pretty big, pretty bouncy, but pretty perky too.” She shimmied from side to side to demonstrate, letting her tits jiggle appealingly. Okarun watched, hypnotized by their movement. “They’re also pretty soft.” Her volume diminished by a hair. “Do you… wanna verify that?”
“Oh god yes,” said Okarun, taking one breast in his hand to resume his exploration. He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt in his grasp, every bit warm and firm and soft as she had promised. They were big enough to overflow his hand; he hefted one and felt its satisfying weight.
I’m touching a girl’s boobs… my girlfriend’s boobs!
Fireworks went off in his head. Some part of him, a vestigial fraction of his psyche from his friendless, romanceless days, had prevented him from believing that this would ever happen, even years into their relationship. But now it was real. Wonderfully, wonderfully real.
The full contact of his hand alone was electrifying to Momo, and as he began to squeeze her with his newfound knowledge of how she liked to be touched, she arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands.
This action caused his thumbs to brush her nipples and she drew in sharp breath from the sudden sensation. “Careful,” she whispered, “They’re really sensitive.”
Okarun nodded. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Gingerly, he took one erect nub between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a light pinch. Momo’s breath hitched. “Is that good?”
She nodded, eyes closed as she let the sensation wash over her. “Mhm… you can do it harder, even…”
Okarun was nervous. Being allowed to do this was unquestionably awesome, but if he hurt her here… no. He couldn’t think like that. He wouldn’t hurt her. He’d do everything in his power to make sure that didn’t happen. “Got it…”
He began to knead the sensitive bud in between his fingers, applying more force until Momo’s whimpers of pleasure became outright moans and she started rubbing her thighs together. “Don’t stop until I tell you, okay?” she asked, her voice coming out urgent.
“I won’t,” Okarun answered. Her breaths came in deep, causing her chest to heave in his hands. Spurred on by her reaction and a sudden burst of audacity, he dove to her unoccupied nipple, taking it between his lips and sucking hard. The sudden piercing cry Momo made was encouraging. She certainly wasn’t telling him to stop.
He let his tongue dance and weave around and across the hard tip; Momo writhed underneath him, her voice unsteady from the wave of sensation he was eliciting within her. “Okaruuuun, you’re so good at thiiiisss...”
“Thanks,” he replied quietly before returning to his work. If Momo’s mind hadn’t been swimming with pleasure, she might have giggled at how corny it was to thank her in that moment; either way, she also thought it was incredibly cute.
But something bothered her. He was doing everything; all she was doing was lying there soaking up the attention. He seemed to be enjoying it regardless, true to his earlier word, but she wanted to do more, to show her own desire for him the way he was doing for her.
The feeling of something poking her lower body would help her here. Of course, she knew what it was immediately, and she bit her bottom lip with the satisfaction of knowing that he was feeling that way, that hard, because of her.
She’d seen him totally naked before, during their early misadventures, but he had never been hard during those times, understandably so. This thing pressing itself into her was a different beast, something she had no experience with. But she felt the burning desire to conquer that beast, and maybe even…
Okarun jolted as he suddenly felt Momo raise her hips to press against his. He saw her biting her lip and, at his stunned response, she told him, “Now you press into me too.” He reciprocated her thrust and felt his bulge pressing against her groin, an immediately thrilling sensation that caused her to moan, “Ah, ahn, ohh, Okarun…”
The two grinded against one another with increasing intensity as he serviced her breasts, employing ever growing skill. “Mmm, Okarun, I love this, I love how you touch my tits, I love the feel of your dick on my pussy,” she groaned throatily. The fire in her belly leapt and danced with the fuel of this stimulus. She wanted more. She wanted to do more.
Suddenly, Okarun felt her hand brush his member above his pants. He withdrew his mouth from her nipple. “M-Momo-san…” he whispered, first looking stupidly down at his own groin, as if he couldn’t feel her, then at her, where she bore a look of slight worry.
“Can I…?” She trailed off, looking deep into his eyes.
Hearing her ask permission, wanting to touch him, touch his most intimate part, made him throb with desire and swell with confidence. In a deep voice, he whispered into her ear, “Do as you wish.”
Momo let out a relaxed breath and slowly began stroking his length. Okarun inhaled sharply as she did. She saw him react and smiled. This would be fun. She reached her other hand to gently push him to the side.
“Momo-san?” He let himself tip over, resting next to her.
“I just wanted easier access.” She scooted herself down the bed until her head was near his hips. Her fingers traveled to the waistline of his pants. “May I?” she asked with extra sugar in her tone.
“Please…”
Momo grinned. Heart racing, she pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. His erection sprang forth, unencumbered by meddlesome cloth. Momo double-took at its massive appearance. “Whoa,” she muttered.
“Is something… wrong?” Okarun asked, his voice betraying his fear of her dissatisfaction.
“Not even a little,” she replied quickly. “It’s just more than I expected. I can see why so many people have been after this.”
“Don’t joke about that…”
Momo chuckled. “Sorry. Couldn’t help it.”
“Momo-san…” he groaned as she slowly ran her fingers up and down the shaft.
“You like that?” she asked playfully.
“Definitely… this is a dream come true for me.”
She beamed. “Aw shucks, that’s sweet of you to say.”
“I’m serious. I’ve… touched myself to the thought of you doing this.”
A wave of heat ran through her at this revelation, pooling between her legs, surprise etched in her face. “R…really?”
“Countless times… you’re in my fantasies a lot, Momo-san.”
Momo’s lips curled into the smuggest smile possible. “Oh yeah? How do I compare to the fantasy?” she asked, increasing the intensity of her strokes.
“Ohhhh… You’re way better…”
God, he was doing so much for her ego, inflating it maybe to dangerous levels. She might get carried away at this rate, and worse, she was okay with that. “Glad I measure up. Tell me… does your fantasy have me doing… this?” She suddenly took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked hard, her tongue lapping up the fluid that had leaked out of the tip. It tasted salty and bitter, but she didn’t care. She wanted all of it. All of him.
Okarun yelped at the feeling. “Oh my god, Momo-san!”
Her mouth released the hold on his head and gave him a grin. “Well? Does fantasy-me do that?”
He made a low noise as the sensation ran through him. “Yes… sometimes.”
“Hmm,” said Momo, pretending to think. “What about… this?” Hefting her sizable breasts, she wrapped them around the base of his shaft.
“Oh fuck…”
She felt a surge of satisfaction hearing him be vulgar, knowing she’d pushed him that far. “I’m gonna give you a memory to inspire all kinds of new fantasies,” she whispered breathily before returning to suck his head while her tits pumped his shaft.
She listened with delight as he moaned with growing intensity while she titfucked and sucked him off. The wetness between her legs flowed more and more as she listened to his reactions, making her all the more eager, the thrill of successfully pleasuring him overpowering her.
He reached his hand over her head; she thought for a moment he might force her down on his shaft, like guys sometimes did in porn, and, unexpectedly, part of her was good with that. However, instead he merely petted her hair gently, which gave her another unexpected feeling of warmth in her chest. She hadn’t realized she could feel this loved and cared for while blowing a dude. “Mmm,” she mewled contentedly, heart full and pussy drenched from his affection
“Momo-san, you’re incredible,” he said through heavy breaths, “I feel like I’m about to…”
“Let me tell you a secret,” she said with a saccharine lilt before her voice became husky and low. “I’ve touched myself to the thought of doing this too.”
This struck something in Okarun and his body convulsed suddenly. Urgently, he tried to pull her off of him before it was too late. “Momo-san, watch out, I’m—”
But Momo was a step ahead of him and sealed her lips around the head of his cock. She felt hot ropes of his seed shoot down the back of her throat in spurts. The bitter taste almost made her gag, but she swallowed every drop dutifully, eyes closed in rapture. She wanted to taste it, taste him, show him that she wanted all he had to give her. When it finally seemed done, she gave the tip one last clean-up slurp before opening her eyes.
The look on her boyfriend’s face was priceless. Mouth gaping and panting, he looked like she had just gifted fire to mankind, brought a bounty of splendor for the season’s harvest, parted the seas to forge a path to freedom. It was awe, total, unvarnished awe. At her. At how she’d made him feel. She was, to say the least, satisfied with her work, and with that satisfaction, aroused beyond measure.
“So,” she said, moving back up to bring her face near his, wiggling her plump rear as she did, “not bad, right?”
His breathing steadied and he closed his mouth. The flame of determination sparked in his eyes and he climbed back on top of her with enough speed to make her heart race. “Momo-san,” he said with deathly severity, “you just made me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. I need to pay you back for that.”
The adulation made Momo blush and grin, to say nothing of the excitement her body thrummed with. The raging fire in his eyes stoked the one building in her abdomen. Unable to think of anything else, she simply replied, “Go ahead, Okarun.” She drew her fingers down his cheek. “I trust you.”
Okarun was on her body like a storm. He resumed his assault on her breasts, his mouth and one hand toying with her nipples with now masterful prowess. His other hand explored the rest of her torso, as though trying to memorize the sensation of every inch of her he could reach.
Before, his work was already exciting, but now, feeling the full breadth of his desire, it was overwhelming to Momo and she couldn’t help but scream, “Oh fuck!” only to be silenced by a kiss so furiously passionate that it made her dizzy. “Mm, mmm!” she moaned against his mouth.
As they made out and he groped her, one hand inched south, running down her side until he reached the waist of her skirt. “Momo-san…” he growled.
“Do it,” she whispered immediately, urgency plain in her voice. “Please. I need it.”
With blinding dexterity, he pulled her skirt down past her ankles and tossed the useless cloth away. He grabbed at her naked thigh and dug his fingers deep into the flesh, the force making Momo quiver with delight. Positioning himself between her legs, he left a trail of kisses between her breasts, moving to the bottom of her ribcage, and down her abdomen, nibbling her flesh at various points.
Momo couldn’t stop herself from gasping and moaning even if she wanted to, and she certainly wouldn’t. She wanted him to know just how good he was making her feel, what a wonderful lover he was, to sunder any and all doubt that may yet lay in his mind.
He stopped suddenly and Momo opened her eyes to look at him. His face bore a serious expression and was looking straight at her underwear, which Momo knew were drenched with her arousal. What’s he doing?
Slowly, Okarun pressed his finger into her panties, right at her slit. Momo bit her lip and whimpered more and more as Okarun increased the pressure. “Please,” she begged, “I need it so badly, Okarun. Please give me what I want.”
“Of course, Momo-san.”
Contrasted with the swiftness with which he’d pulled down her skirt, he removed her underwear with slow deliberation, taking a moment to inspect the wetness in the crotch of them beforehand, which made Momo blush in embarrassment. Now she was fully exposed to him, the absolute peak of vulnerability. What would he think of her now? What would he do?
First, he lightly put his teeth to the flesh of her inner thigh and followed that with a firm kiss to her lower abdomen, both of which elicited gasps from Momo. Then, to her great surprise, he brought his head down and pressed his lips to her folds. Her eyes shot open as, suddenly, she was gifted the sensation of him pleasuring her pussy with his mouth, his tongue plunging inside her repeatedly. “Oh god,” she whispered breathlessly. “Fuck.”
But then he brought his tongue just above her entrance, to her most sensitive spot.
It was true Okarun couldn’t practice any sort of sexual maneuvers with anyone before this, but he had done some research. Unfortunately, it rapidly became apparent that the vast majority of sexual advice on the internet was nonsense dreamed up by men who were, in all likelihood, incompetent, selfish, lovers. He knew he needed the real deal, and so sought posts by women. The most consistent thing across all of these was simple: find that special, sensitive nub and be very, very good to it.
The tip of his tongue pressed into Momo’s clit and she cried out, her hands white-knuckle gripping the sheets of her bed. She was worried he would come on too strong, give her sensations too powerful too quickly, but he built up the intensity slowly. His tongue danced around the edges of it, only applying direct contact in small, incrementally longer bursts as her body awakened to receive his service; it was as if he could read her mind. The pleasure of his tongue massage was immense, so much so it felt almost unfair to experience it. “Okarun, you don’t, ohhh fuck, you don’t have toooooh!”
“I want to, Momo-san,” he said, eyes still transfixed on her pussy. “In this moment, I live for your pleasure.” Such a line from him only made her arousal spike and she could do naught but surrender herself to it, letting out shrieks of erotic ecstasy that would’ve woken anyone in the house, were they not alone.
Just as she thought his ministrations could intensify no further, she felt it – the tip of his finger pressing into her wet entrance again, no underwear to bar his entry. “Momo-san.” His voice was steady. “I’m going in.”
“Mmmm, yes please,” she mewled.
He began to slide his finger inside her. It felt incredible as it made its way in, her pussy steadily yielding to accommodate it; noises of joy spilled from her lips the entire time.
And yet there was still more. Once he was in her, all the way up to the knuckle, he curled his finger upward; she let out a squeal at this. His digit moved carefully, deliberately, as though it were searching for something. Eventually, he found it – that spot he could prod and rub with the tip of his curled finger that made her call his name. If he vibrated his finger, he could press that spot rapidly, making Momo shriek with pleasure. All the while he continued to suck and tongue her clit with superb finesse.
“Okaru-uu-uun, holy shit!” She panted, trying to keep some semblance of control over herself. “You’re so fucking good at this; I can’t believe you’ve never done this before…” But then, annoyingly, a thought popped into her head. “You haven’t, right? You said that… that’s the truth, isn’t it?”
Hearing the edge of worry in her voice, he looked up from his work. Though certainly awash with pleasure, her eyes bore the barest hint of anxiety. “Of course I haven’t,” he replied seriously. “I’ve only ever been with you.”
“Then…” Her voice grew quiet. “Then how are you so good at this?”
“You handled me pretty well too, Momo-san.”
“That’s different. All I had to do was stroke and suck your dick a bit and you exploded in my mouth. With girls it’s a bit more complicated – at least for me – but it’s like you’ve been doing this for years. So… what gives?”
Okarun thought for a moment, pausing his movements. Momo waited with bated breath, heart pumping with both nerves and arousal. “Well,” he said, “if I had to guess, it’s like this. I’ve watched you through all our battles. I’ve seen how your body moves, the way your face changes, all kinds of things, even outside of combat. So, I think… I know what your reactions mean pretty well, even when the differences between them are small. It’s like your body is guiding my movements.”
Momo’s expression grew to stunned disbelief as a fresh wave of desire flooded her body. Silently, she pulled his head up towards her own, leaving his finger still inside her, and planted a kiss filled with gratitude and worship on his lips. As they parted, she looked deep into his eyes. “I didn’t realize you were watching me so closely.”
Okarun smiled. “Of course I was. I care about you more than anyone.”
Momo felt tears of joy welling up in her eyes and took a breath to release some of the tension. She felt silly now, having let her old jealous tendency flare up in this most important moment. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You can keep going now.”
Okarun nodded and his finger resumed its work, causing Momo’s breath to catch in her throat. Craving another kiss, she once more pulled him to her lips, moaning into his mouth, the lingering flavor of her own arousal on his tongue turning her on even more.
With his free hand, he returned his attention to one of her nipples, intensifying her moans yet further as she briefly pulled back from the kiss. “Ahn, yes, that’s it! Play with my tits just like that, ohh, fuck!” She never thought she would reach this point of directing him to pleasure her in just the way she liked, especially as she was discovering new ways with him right now. She was losing her mind to this man, and she feared she would let it happen without hesitation.
The feeling only became more severe when he slid a second finger inside her, and her eyes briefly rolled back in her head as she moaned into his mouth. He was torturing her and she was ecstatic to be his victim. Her hips started pushing against his hand, wanting as much as his fingers could give her.
As his three-pronged attack ravaged her senses, she couldn’t help but think on his words. He’s been watching me so closely… learning about me… loving me… That thought looped through her mind, amplifying the sexual voltage in her nervous system until it was overloaded.
The sensation in her belly, like a spring being compressed, reached its limit. She pulled back from the kiss and shakily whispered, “Okarun, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” With one last strong thrust from his fingers, Momo felt the coil within her snap. “I’m cummiiing!” Her pussy desperately clenched around its occupant as Momo screamed at the top of her voice until Okarun muffled her with his lips. Her body convulsed under his touch for a minute until finally her orgasm ran out of steam and she became mostly still, her body twitching every other moment as wave after wave of aftershocks overtook her.
Okarun slowly pulled his fingers from inside her, provoking a sharp gasp, and looked over her body. As she lay there, he pressed his finger down on her lower abdomen. Momo’s breath hitched, feeling tension she hadn’t realized remained there loosen. He did the same with her pelvis and thighs, releasing pockets of tension with small hits of post-orgasmic thrill.
Momo raised her head an inch off the bed, breathing heavily. “Wh… what are you doing?”
“I’m trying something,” he said softly. “Is it bothering you?”
“Nope,” said Momo languidly, “It feels real nice, actually.”
“Good,” said Okarun. He continued his improvised massage, releasing lingering stress in her muscles. Even he wasn’t sure what he was doing, but when he looked at her body post-orgasm, it was like he could see a map of her musculature and the spots where she carried tension.
It was as though he could project his awareness of his own musculature onto hers and predict how she would feel when he massaged each point. Perhaps exerting himself constantly in turbo mode had inadvertently given him deep physical empathy. It was a nice side effect, if that were the case; either way he was glad Momo enjoyed this extra treat.
Eventually, he felt he had sufficiently released all her tension and he laid down next to her. Momo smiled a dopey smile at him, her brain brined in pleasure chemicals. “Hey.”
He grinned back at her. “Hey.” He paused. “So. How was that?”
Momo laughed. “As if you don’t know. But fine, I’ll tell you. In four words: oh my fucking god.” She raised her arms to emphasize the point. “I mean, god damn, you were incredible. I’ve never felt like that before.”
Okarun blushed under his grin. “You’re just saying that.”
Momo frowned, brow furrowed. “Hey! When do I ever ‘just say’ anything? I’m the most straightforward person you know!” It was true, he had to admit; it was part of why he loved her. “So when I tell you you’re a sexual genius, you better fucking believe it!”
His ego couldn’t help but balloon at this. “Thank you, Momo-san.”
“Why are you thanking me? You’re the one who just made me cum like a fucking hurricane.” She suddenly felt something poking her lower body again. “Ah, I see. Little Okarun enjoys the praise, huh?”
“Well… yeah,” Okarun conceded. “And… making you orgasm really gets me going, it turns out.”
It was Momo’s turn to grin, a devious grin at that. “In that case… I have an idea.” She nudged him until he lay flat on his back and then climbed up on top of him, her drenched pussy pressed against the thick shaft of his cock.
“Whoa, Momo-san,” said Okarun. “We… we don’t have to if you don’t want—”
“But I do,” she cut him off. “I really, really, really want this.”
“You don’t need to… recover?”
“Nope!” Her tone was cheerful. “Most girls can go again quickly, unlike most guys. In fact, that one made me want even more. And so, I have my final command for the evening.” Okarun waited as she paused dramatically. “Fuck me, Okarun.”
He steadied his nerves. “As you wish, Momo-san.”
Cavalier though she acted, Momo’s heart was racing at the prospect of taking this massive thing inside her. She’d never taken anyone inside her before, let alone someone as big as him. It was, needless to say, somewhat intimidating. She needed to build up to it. Slowly, she began to slide her lower lips along his iron rod, making it slick with her juices, loving the way the sensation teased the pleasure yet to come. “Ahh…” Even with just this, she felt herself starting to lose her hesitation.
“Momo-san…” Okarun’s strained voice uttered, “It already feels so good…”
His praise further drove her anticipation and the steady sublimation of her fear. “Just you wait,” she whispered, “I’m going to blow your entire goddamn mind.” She said so partly to him, but also partly to hype herself up for the challenge before – rather, beneath her.
Finally steeling her courage, she grabbed hold of his cock and brought the head to her waiting, dripping entrance. With shaky breath, she guided the very tip inside her. He’d made her wet enough with her prior orgasm that it slid in surprisingly easily. So far so good. Maybe this won’t be so difficult.
But that ease strongly diminished when she felt his full girth start to demand space inside her, and a yelp escaped her lips. “Ah!”
“Are you okay?” The sweetness of the genuine concern in his voice made Momo smile.
“I’m perfect,” she replied. “I just need to take it slow. Your manhood is just so…” she reached for a word that would best stroke his ego, “powerful. A normal girl like me can’t take all of it right away.” She felt his member throb inside her at that and let out a soft whimper at the sensation, loving how she could make him feel good with just a few honest words.
Millimeter after millimeter penetrated her, leaving her wondering if she would truly make it to his full length. She felt a sudden sharp pain and cried out against her will.
“Momo-san?” Okarun reached to grab her hand; the heat and pressure of it served to ameliorate some of the pain.
“I’m okay,” she reassured him. “It’s just a lot.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”
She nodded. “I will. I promise.” Inwardly, though, she wanted to take him whether it was too much or not. Being broken by him wouldn’t be terrible…
After what seemed like an eternity, she made it down to the base of his shaft and exhaled deeply. He’s in me… he’s all the way in me. The thought was so exciting to her, having crossed this immense threshold with the man she loved. “Okay… gimme a second before we get moving,” she asked of him quietly.
He nodded. “We’ll go whenever you’re ready.”
She gave him a warm smile. “So…” she muttered, feeling exposed, “How does it feel?”
“Amazing,” he replied without hesitation. “You’re so tight… and warm… and wet… I feel like any movement might make me cum again in seconds.”
Her heart soared at his words. Still on top of him, she laid herself down to rest on his chest, pressing her soft breasts against his hard pectorals, and looking him in the eye with as much love as she could muster. Wordlessly, he took her face in his hands and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She let herself get swept away in it, feeling yet more heat build in her loins. His hand lightly caressed her hair, making her feel yet more loved and cared for. “Mm… Okarun, you’re so good to me,” she muttered, her voice full of gratitude.
As they cuddled and kissed in this strange, new intimate way, she could feel the pain ebbing. “I think I’m ready,” she said as their lips parted. Slowly, she pushed herself back up until she was straddling him again. “Just lie back, relax, and let Momo-chan give you everything you deserve.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that,” he said in a serious voice.
Momo blinked. “What?”
“If I did nothing but lie back and receive pleasure the first time I got to have sex with the woman I love,” his eyes showed unyielding resolve, “I would never forgive myself. I need to pleasure you too, or my heart won’t accept it.”
He was so corny; god, she loved him so fucking much. “Alright then,” she reached her hand to his and interlaced their fingers, “Together.” With careful deliberation, she lifted herself up slightly, feeling his thickness move through her, and brought herself down to impale herself fully again. “Mm… mmm.” The feeling was incredible, being so full, so stretched, her inner walls adjusting to properly accommodate him, as though affirming his cock as the rightful occupant of her most intimate place.
As she steadily increased the pace, Okarun took hold of her hip with one hand and began to move his own, coaxing her into his rhythm. “Oh… ohh… oh, Okarun…” She moaned as she rode him. “You’re so big … you’re filling me up completely … it feels amazing…”
They moved in a steady pace for some time, Momo watching delightedly the way his face screwed up, perhaps from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and trying not to finish immediately. “You can cum,” she offered softly, yet with eagerness she didn’t bother to hide. “I want to feel you cum in me.”
But he pressed on, increasing the momentum of their synchronized movements, and Momo could feel the coil inside her starting to wind once more. He reached a hand up to apply his now expert skill to groping one of her big, jiggling boobs, holding it steady while its counterpart bounced against her ribcage from their motion. His fingers teased her nipple with relentless precision; even now, he wanted to escalate her pleasure. “Oh, fuck me!” she squealed at the sudden onslaught. This boy was dangerous.
“Forgive me if I’m unskilled at this,” he said quietly after a minute, “I am an awkward fellow, after all.”
Momo’s heart almost exploded out of her chest as he said that line, that fucking line, the one he knew had a very particular effect on her. Her jaw dropped and lightning coursed through her nervous system. “Y-you did that on purpose,” she muttered, trying futilely to withstand the magnitude of what he had just uttered as it began to overwhelm her. “You did it to make me… to make me…”
“Is it working?” he asked with a sheepish smirk.
“Fuck you!” she raged indignantly, not because she was mad at him, but because it was working, and he almost certainly knew it. Her hips started pounding uncontrollably against his, faster and faster, her arousal demanding more and more stimulation.
He had adjusted his motion as well; he was maneuvering inside her with perfect dexterity to pound the head of his dick on that same spot he had discovered while fingering her, the clever little bastard, and it was even better than when it was his digit.
Every sweeping thrust inside her made her mind go blank with pleasure; her body moved on raw instinct alone. She could feel his heartbeat through his member, the strength of the connection between them only exacerbating her loss of control.
She didn’t want to cum before him; she wanted to drag his orgasm out of him first, feel his seed paint her insides white, but she had begun to realize she might not have a choice.
“I love you!” The words gushed from her; it was the only coherent thought she could muster at this point. “I love you, Okarun, I love everything about you, I love your voice, I love your touch, I love your cock, I love everything you make me feel, I love you so much it scares me, I love yooou!”
Her lovestruck babble descended into wordless, throaty groans, the expression of her deepest feelings multiplying the ecstasy that wracked her body; tears spilled from her eyes from the sheer magnitude of it. She could feel herself being drawn rapidly and inexorably toward the edge. At this rate, it would be a violent finish.
Then he said something in that low voice of his, the voice she’d first heard when he had first transformed years ago. Three simple words. “Say my name.”
“Wh-what?” she choked out, still furiously riding him.
“You heard me. Say my name, Momo-san.”
He was trying to take charge, that little nerd, and worse was that she was thoroughly enjoying it. “Okarun… Okarun…”
“No,” he said with a devilish smile, “My name. My real name.”
Her eyes widened. “No… don’t make me…” Her heart raced as she contemplated the full extent of what he was asking. How could she have let him take such control of her before she knew it? Quiet, meek little Okarun, dominating her in a battle of wills? It was insane.
His hold on her hips strengthened, keeping her in place, unable to fully extract satisfaction from him. “Do it.” His tone was so serious, so commanding; she couldn’t believe she was about to accede to his demands and love doing so.
She breathed in shallow breaths. “K-Ken…”
“Ken what?”
She gulped, her mind a cloud of desperate arousal and need. “K-Ken…”
“Go on. You can do it.”
“Ken… Ken… Ken Takakura!” she called out, throwing her head back. Okarun relaxed his hold on her hips and they both began bucking with full force against one another. “Ken Takakura, Ken Takakura, I’m being fucked by the incredible cock of Ken Takakuraaaaa!”
“Cum for me, Momo-chan.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She let the earth-shattering sensation break her world, strangled moans, shrieks, and outright screams erupting from her throat independent of her volition. In that same moment, he roared her name and she felt his cock twitch, spurting hot, sticky cum all over her insides, filling her up until it overflowed from within her as her pussy milked his shaft for every last drop. The world went white around her; nothing existed in this moment but their entangled bodies and the love and pleasure they shared.
After some time – she had no idea; it could have been a minute or a millennium – the tsunami of orgasmic bliss began to subside, and her senses returned to her in small parts. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, her brain chanted brokenly. Muscles worn out, so utterly spent, she only had the strength left to extract him from inside her before she collapsed on top of him, both of them panting with hard, ragged breaths.
She let out a soft mewling sound as her head rested on his pecs, the contact of their sweat-soaked skin the perfect denouement of their coupling. He put an arm around her and held her tight. She smiled, her love for him threatening to bust the seams of her heart, as she nuzzled his chest and let the pure, uncomplicated comfort take her.
More time passed silently but for their breathing. Eventually, Momo regained her full awareness. “Hey,” she muttered in a small voice.
“Hey,” he replied, just as quietly.
Suddenly, she punched him in the shoulder, albeit weakly with the little strength she had regained. “You are such an asshole!” she yelled, scowling at him.
“Ow!” he squealed. “What’d I do?”
“You know damn well what you did. Making me say all that… It’s unfair! It’s totally unfair!”
“I didn’t make you say anything, you did it on your own; I just suggested it! You added that stuff at the end, too. And, as you said, ‘all’s fair in love and war,’ right?”
She turned away, pouting, and let out a “Hmph!”
He winced. “I’m sorry. Was it that bad?”
She drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “No, dum-dum. It was wonderful. I just never thought you would… take the reins like that, without even physically dominating me,” she admitted. “And I never knew how much I would like it.”
“So… it was a good thing?”
She smiled. “Yes. Yes it was. It was insanely good. Like, literally, I thought I was going to lose my sanity.” She looked at him with pure admiration. “Sorry I called you an asshole. You’re not an asshole. I was just embarrassed.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she put a finger to his lips. “You’re gonna say, ‘there’s no need to be embarrassed with me,’ right?” His expression confirmed she was dead on. “I know. I love you for that and so many other reasons.” She reached up and kissed him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome… and thank you for making my dreams come true,” he said warmly.
She wiggled with joy against his body. “And who knows?” she said with a slightly whimsical tone, “maybe next time you can dominate me physically, too.”
Okarun’s heart pounded, and he took a few breaths to steady himself, unsure of just how serious she was. “Does that mean… there will be a next time?” he asked meekly.
Momo almost laughed. “No, I only want to have an amazing time getting fucked by my awesome boyfriend once. Of course we’re gonna do it again! We’re gonna do it hundreds of times, thousands, even!”
“Oh, good.” His relief was palpable and, to her, adorable. However, his expression darkened a shade. “Hey… did you… mean that stuff about being scared of how much you love me?”
Momo paused, unsure how she should reply. Eventually, she decided on the truth. “Yeah. I did. I’ve… never felt how I feel about you before. Every day I fall in love with you a little more. Sometimes it feels like my heart will explode with the size of it.” Her cheeks were red as she revealed the depths of her feelings for him. “I never knew I could feel this strongly about another person.” She averted her gaze. “And I get scared of how much it would hurt if…” She trailed off. She couldn’t bring herself to verbalize it. Not here, not now, after their wonderful consummation.
“I’m scared of that too,” said Okarun gently.
She looked at him, curious. “Really?”
He nodded. “Of course I am. I told you, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re more amazing to me every day than you were the last. I never thought I would have someone like you in my life at all, let alone be loved by you.”
Momo’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears at his reciprocation of vulnerability. “Then… maybe we can help each other carry our fears. Cherish every moment. Something like that, right?”
“I like the sound of that.”
She smiled and reached up to share a kiss with him, letting the warmth and softness at the point of contact allay her worries. But then, one troublesome thought came to her and she frowned. “Maaan,” she grumbled, “this sucks.”
The tonal whiplash struck Okarun. “Wh-what does?”
Momo put her hands in the air in frustration. “I wanna tell everyone about this but I can’t!”
He reveled in her statement but asked, “Why not?”
“Well, for one, I’m pretty sure it would psychically injure like half of our friends,” she said, counting on her fingers, “And two, even if I just tell Miko and Muko, they’re gonna tell someone and then everyone will know. I have enough competition without the world knowing you’re a god of sex with a matching dick.”
Okarun’s ego swelled at this, but he insisted, “Nobody can compete with you, Momo-san. Not for my love.” This seemed to please her. After a moment, something occurred to him. “Oh, uh, Momo-san?”
“Mhm?”
“I probably should’ve brought this up earlier, but, uh… we didn’t… use any protection.”
“It’s fine,” she said easily. “I’m on the pill. We’re okay.”
“Oh, phew.”
“Besides,” she continued before she could think through the implications, “Getting knocked up with your kid wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
Her eyes shot open and her blood turned to ice as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Oh no. She pushed herself up and looked at Okarun; his eyes were as wide as hers and he was blushing like a ripe tomato. Oh no oh no oh no. The silence in the room was suffocating. Momo desperately tried to puncture it. “I didn’t— that’s not— I’m not— we aren’t—” she stammered helplessly as the color of her face steadily matched his.
“M-Momo-san—”
“Y-you didn’t hear that! I didn’t say anything and you didn’t hear it! Got it!?”
“G-got it,” he muttered weakly.
She poked his face. “Say it!”
“I didn’t hear anything…”
“Say it again!”
“I didn’t hear anything!”
“Good!” An awkward moment passed; she couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. “I’m, uh, hungry. And thirsty. I’m gonna go get the snacks and drinks downstairs. Be right back.”
She quickly stepped out of the bedroom, stark naked, jelly-legged and mortified at what she’d said. But some small part of her knew it hadn’t come from nowhere. She knew they were still too young by far to start a family, but the stupid, romantic part of her couldn’t help but idly entertain such a fantasy just for a single second amidst post-coital bliss. “God, you get your brains fucked out one time and you’re ready to play house,” she muttered to herself in annoyance.
But, as her eyes fell half-lidded and she gingerly made her way down the stairs, she couldn’t deny that Okarun was a wonderful guy, loving and caring and kind, and he probably would make a good – no, a great father and husband, wouldn’t he? My husband…
Her heart skipped a beat as visions of herself in an apron, making him dinner after his return from a long day at work flooded her mind. It was as though she could already feel his welcome home kiss on her lips.
She gave herself light slaps on both cheeks. Stop! Stop it now! You’re 18! You have a long time to go before… that… “Ahh, god damn it,” she uttered under her breath, grabbing the chips and soda in the living room with her powers, grateful she didn’t have to walk more to get them. “He probably thinks I’m a total nutcase…”
Meanwhile, Okarun sat in his girlfriend’s bed, heart pounding as he awaited her return. She wanted to erase the fact that she’d said it, but she didn’t backtrack and say it wasn’t true. Could she have been serious? The thought of the two of them settling down, starting a family… The thought wasn’t unappealing at all.
Not now, of course. They were too young for that; even with Japan’s declining birth rate, teen pregnancy was a bad idea. But maybe in the future, after they’d gotten married… Momo-san walking down the aisle, looking beautiful in white…
His own thoughts startled him. Married? Had his brain really just accepted the assumption that their marriage was an inevitability? They’d nearly had a relationship catastrophe this very night due to his waffling. He knew he’d have to bump up his maturity if he wanted to be husband material.
And he very much did want to be husband material. For her. The woman who changed his entire life.
The subject of his fantasy reentered her bedroom. “Yo,” she said, levitating their sustenance to his hands. “Hungry?”
He grabbed it out of the air. “Starved.” If she still felt weird about the words she’d let slip earlier, she was hiding it well.
And indeed, she was. She hoped desperately he wouldn’t press her about it. He didn’t seem too awkward – not more than usual, anyway – so she felt she’d better play it casual. With as much cool as she could muster, she took her place next to him on the bed, nestling against his chest and pulling the blanket over them while he opened the bag of chips. Without a word, he retrieved one chip from it and offered it to her; she ate it out of his hand gratefully. Good sign.
After a few minutes of snacking, Momo began to replay the events of the evening – and what an evening it was – back in her mind. Everything had gone excellently, aside from the pronounced dip in the early part when she’d…
Uh oh.
“Hey, Okarun?” she piped up quietly.
“Yeah?”
“You know I love you for more than just sex, right?”
He hesitated before answering. “Well, considering this was our first time, I would hope so.”
“Yeah.” A moment passed. “Yeah…”
He noticed her faraway expression. “What are you thinking about?”
During her tearful rant, she had said, “Why are we even a couple ?” It had been a moment of pain and passion for her, spoken without thinking of greater context. But the implication made her feel bad about saying it.
“It’s just… before I met you, I only had one boyfriend.” Her eyes narrowed at the memory. “He was a real scumbag, nothing like you at all.”
Okarun appreciated the comparison. “Right, I remember you mentioning something about that once.”
“He doesn’t matter, so I never brought him up again. But part of the reason we broke up was,” Momo grew quiet, “I didn’t put out for him.”
“Okay… and?”
“And…” Momo mustered her courage. “And I thought he was a total pig for demanding that of me… but here I was, getting upset with you because we weren’t having sex.” She sighed. “I feel like kind of a hypocrite.”
“Momo-san, I don’t think that’s the same thing.” He stroked her back reassuringly; it kept her anxiety from bubbling over. “It sounds like he just wanted to use you for sex, but you… you were just worried I didn’t want more than friendship with you, weren’t you?”
She nodded. “I was.”
“So, it’s different, right? I mean, I don’t have any experience with relationships besides you, so I don’t know for sure, but I feel like there’s nothing wrong with talking about what you need, is there?”
“No,” her eyes brightened by a shade, “You’re right. Thanks, Okarun.” She beamed at him and he returned the expression. “And, just for the record, even if we never have sex again, I’ll still love you, got it?”
“Got it.”
“That said, I do really like the sex we just had and want more of it.” She looked into his eyes. “Like a lot more. A girl could get addicted to the things you made me feel, you know?”
“I-I see,” he replied, blushing a bit.
She grinned. “Oh, what’s this? You were all dominant mister Casanova earlier; now you can’t handle little ol’ me telling you how great you are?”
He adjusted his glasses. “Earlier, I got caught up in the moment…”
“Mm, then I think I’d like to create another moment,” she whispered sultrily. “And if I recall, Little Okarun responded very well to praise.”
“Not that little,” he muttered, the edges of his lips beginning to curl upward.
Momo chuckled. “There’s my confident Romeo. No, not little at all. Huge, in fact, but I can’t exactly call your dick Big Okarun, can I?” She noticed movement under the sheets, just below Okarun’s waist, and her smile grew smug. “Maybe Pussy-Destroying Okarun or Fuckmonster Okarun or something.”
“M-Momo-san!”
“Go ahead. Tell me you hate what I’m saying.”
He adjusted his glasses. “… I can’t.”
“That’s right. You’ll be a good boy and listen to me talk up your sexual gifts until I’m satisfied.” She leaned in close. “And then you can pin me down with those big muscly arms of yours and fuck the shit out of me while I’m helpless against your whims.”
The blanket was fully tented near Okarun’s groin at this point and, seeing it, Momo devised a devilish plan. She wrapped both her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, but after a second he gasped and pulled back. “Momo-san, are you…?”
She showed him her empty palms as the blanket moved up and down right around his erection. “Look ma, no hands!” She smiled ear to ear. “Didja ever fantasize about this?”
“This is a new one for me,” he admitted, a look of struggle on his face.
Momo exhaled through her nose, pleased with herself. But then her powers stopped their ministrations on his manhood. She looked off to the side, her hand playing with a lock of her hair. “Hey, uhm, about, y’know, earlier…”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… the thing.”
“Oh,” said Okarun, readjusting his glasses. “You mean the thing you didn’t say and that I didn’t hear?”
Momo’s smile returned by a shade. “Right. That thing.”
“What about it?”
Momo gulped. “I…” she began but had no idea where she was going. She didn’t have a plan, bringing it up again, but something had compelled her to address it.
“Momo-san,” said Okarun, his voice gentle, “I think that whatever the future we have together, as long as I'm with you, I will be happy. So, let’s just worry about now, okay?”
Her heart swelled almost to bursting hearing him. “Okay.”
“I love you, Momo-san.”
“I love you, Okarun.”
He was right. She knew he was. The future was, as always, unknowable. She didn’t need to worry about it at that moment. All she knew was that she had an awesome, loving boyfriend, who so fortuitously happened to be a prodigy in the sack, and that would be enough for her to face whatever came their way.
The rest of the night was filled with joy and passion the likes of which the two had never experienced before, and yet, it would only be the first night of many spent in this intimate way. Together, the two would learn to love and make love to one another more wholly and completely, and in their shared future would be limitless bliss.