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Stelle had never been to Penacony before. Realistically, Stelle had never been anywhere before, since she had - as of a month and a bit ago - woken up without any memories upon the Herta Space Station orbiting the planet Blue. The blank slate of her reality had expressed nothing of the past, no places or memories or locations, so really, everything was new to her.
Penacony was, thus, a brand-new place, and she felt not even the foggiest tug of a heartstring in her memory. Sometimes, in some places, she saw things that made it seem like she had a familiarity, a tiny bit of a memory, maybe, a little, lingering crumb - but nothing concrete, nothing worth remembering. For her, everything in life was a new experience, and everything was to be taken with the same wide-eyed joy of youth.
Stelle was a Trailblazer, now. She was a Nameless, a member of the Astral Express, and a follower of Akivili, the Trailblaze. She was able to travel the cosmos upon the Star Rail, and it took her from place to place, from new adventure to new adventure. Penacony, the land of dreams, was the latest stop on that journey of excitement and discovery - and she took to it like a duck to ice.
Is that how the saying goes? Stelle wondered. She wasn’t actually sure; she’d never heard the saying before. It was just one of those things that was in her head like a preprogrammed computer. A computer with a bad memory slot, Dan Heng liked to say. A computer with too many pieces gone, March 7th would like to berate. Stelle didn’t mind. She found it fun.
Penacony was a strange, interesting place. Far stranger than Belobog, far more interesting than the Laofu. She found it fun to walk across those strange streets of the prime dreamscape hour, to explore her new surroundings as thoroughly as possible. There was something new around every winding corner, some person to talk to, some new product to try or food to sample.
She’d tried a new type of fizzy SoulGlad that left her stomach bubbling for hours. She’d had a sample of some kind of fried cheese that tasted like cotton candy. She’d talked to a bunch of Intelletrons having a debate on relative physics in a black hole’s gravity well. She’d even had a conversation with a door who was also a doctor about dreams? Stelle rather doubted the door had a doctorate, though, but she wasn’t sure there was anyone to report such an infraction to.
All in all, even though Stelle knew the Astral Express was on Penacony under some kind of weird circumstances regarding suspicious invitations and events with the Dreamscape’s master, Stelle was more than content to just stroll around the boulevard and enjoy the sights and sounds. The rest of the Away Team - or Expeditionary Crew, they were still debating on a name - had already split up to ‘investigate’, so she was left all by her lonesome.
Not a great place to put Stelle, frankly, because she had the admitted attention span of a small dog, and the curiosity of two small dogs put together. She drifted from spot to spot, following the scents in her nose or the glints that caught her eyes; moving from food stands to sidewalk shoes, pressing her cheeks against glass displays until someone yanked her away, and more besides.
It was somewhere when she was examining a particularly interesting pop-up store for any clues about the Nameless - or any fun products she could bring back with her, honestly, she had a pretty hefty Credit allowance on her - that she detected her first disturbance.
Specifically, it being someone loudly shouting, “She went that way! Get her!”
Stelle brought herself back. What’s going on? What’s all the commotion about?
She stepped away from what she was doing and looked around the boulevard, toward where she’d heard the shouting coming from - still heard it, in fact. It was from around a bend, toward the staircase of the Dream Hour. Scrunching up her nose like some bloodhound, she began to peddle her way toward it with curious determination.
“Ma’am?” Asked the storekeeper she had simply abandoned. “You can’t leave without paying for that!”
Stelle dropped the umbrella she had been examining for clues about the Nameless - or because she just kind of wanted a nice umbrella - and dashed off. She rounded the stairs and ascended them two at a time, only to see what looked like a crowd gathered nearby some of the benches. People were whispering in hushed conversation, and some of them had their mouths covered in surprise; something was evidently happening.
A less-than-casual stare affirmed that there were two members of the Bloodhound Organization responsible for security in the Dream Hour huddled around a small, short girl with white hair. She had her back to the wall, and her pose expressed nothing but nervousness. Clearly, there was an altercation going on, and Stelle decided to get a better look.
She wasn’t sure why that was. Really, there was no need for her to get involved, but there was just something about it that called to her. That head of white hair, long and dainty, was almost, in some way, familiar to her. Not a memory, not even the tickle of a memory, but just more like some kind of vaguest of muscle-recollections that prompted her to do something like pull - her hands almost mimicking the action of tugging on a leash.
Stelle wasn’t sure why that happened. She looked at her hand, as if bemused - and then moved forward.
“Don’t even think about running away, you stowaway!” One of the Bloodhound guards shouted at the girl. He and his companion were so crowded around her that the girl looked positively small and diminished; Stelle felt a sympathetic pang run through her breast.
As Stelle approached, though, she saw that this girl was not a girl at all. Or, at least, female, but definitely a woman. Short, shorter than Stelle was - but most girls were shorter than her five-ten - but distinctly womanly. Even at a distance, even when wearing a dress, it was clear she had some serious shapes to her body.
Stelle stopped a distance away, still within the crowd. She wasn’t sure why she got close at all. Some compulsion in her, perhaps. It really didn’t matter. She just waited there, hesitating, her hand curling and uncurling with the memory of a memory that was actually just a muscle’s twitch of a recollection, and nothing more.
‘The Girl’ looked around. Her hair, Stelle noticed, was not white at all, but some kind of a pale, silvery gray. The tips of it near the end were dyed a husky teal colour, almost matching the shades on her dress and her stockings. She was -
‘The Girl’ looked over at the crowd, and then in her direction. Suddenly, eyes that were narrowed widened; a look like a gasp or a smile rose to her mouth. The two made eye-contact, with Stelle’s featureless gold set upon some of the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen in her life: a multicolored, almost galactic shade of blue and pink and starlight teal.
Whoa, she thought. Hot.
And then, the girl ran up to her. Just like that, she dashed right on over, almost catching Stelle by surprise. She blinked and brought her head back, but otherwise remained flat-faced and stoic. It wasn’t her first time having a cute girl run up to her, but it definitely wasn't something she ever got used to.
And this girl was seriously pretty. In fact, as she came to a stop in front of Stelle, she realized she was obscenely hot. Her face was small, almost heart-shaped in a strange sort of way, and very, very pretty. Girl-next-door kind of hot, like March 7th, instead of a gorgeous-drop-dead-Himeko fashion. Her eyes were a stunning, cosmic colouration, and her hair looked soft as down.
Her body was tucked into a dress with an elegant colour and a cute, black demi jacket; yet, for all that cuteness, it really didn’t hide how gorgeous this woman’s figure was. Even past her dress, even past her jacket, it was absolutely clear this girl had one hell of a bustline. The swell of her chest was significant through all of her clothes, and weighed her dress forward a not-insubstantial amount.
She’s bigger than me, Stelle mused. Bigger than March? For sure. Bigger than Himeko? Ah, no, probably not, but geez, whoa, girl…
Stelle had to remind herself not to stare at a girl’s tits, but honestly, and frankly, they were kinda big. She brought her eyes down to the very standard, very normal dress’s hemline, noticing how it all softly caressed the figure without giving too much away - except the swell of those hips was clear, and even though the dress was both long and those stockings were very nice and neat, the thiccness of this girl’s thighs were insane.
Stelle swallowed roughly. These were things she attempted not to notice, but that was very, very hard for her. Since she’d woken up, she’d had an unbearable drive in her to get laid. There was no way around it. She felt like an engine that was always running at maximum, a hormonal teen who wasn’t a teen and had hormones for days. She saw a hot girl, she was hard as a rock. She saw a pretty face, and she wanted to flirt.
She wanted to fuck, frankly. She wasn’t sure why it was such a strong urge in her, but sometimes, she almost couldn’t bear it. She’d confessed it to Ruan Mei once, who had simply said it was likely a result of her awakening - something to do with her hormones coming to her all at once, combined with the Stellaron Core making everything ten times as sensitive.
“And you have remarkable, independent blood flow to your genitals,” she’d also told Stelle. “Interesting. It’s as if you were made to support a hard-on without impacting higher brain function. Clever.”
None of that was information Stelle could use. She didn’t even tell her friends that. She didn’t know how to broach it without seeming like a total creep. March 7th was insanely cute, Himeko was insanely hot, she couldn't tell them she was super pent-up and wanted to bang. She did not want to mess up her relationship with the Astral Express or weird out her friends, so she kept that to herself - and was left horribly pent up for it.
All of that was to say that when a seriously cute girl with an amazing body rushed up to her, Stelle was left feeling even more pent-up than before.
“S-sorry for bothering you!” the girl said in a cute, womanly, girl-next-door voice, “Please, I need your help…”
Having a cute girl say they needed her help seemed like a total recipe for disaster in more ways than Stelle could count. She was supposed to be finding clues on the Nameless, not helping pretty girls out. But, gosh, this girl was insanely pretty, and Stelle wouldn’t be a very good person if she wasn’t helping out.
Right?
Stelle cleared her throat. “I’ll do my best to protect a pretty young lady!”
She finished her sentence by closing her eyes and putting her hands on her hips. Belatedly, she wondered if that was the right thing to say, and if flirting right off the bat in such a strange situation actually made sense - but she pushed that aside, because when the girl smiled at her, she only felt a strange sense of elation.
Standing front to front, the difference between the two of them couldn’t be more palpable. Stelle was tall, this girl was tiny. White-gray hair contrasted to Stelle’s shorter steel-gray hair, which was feathery and almost sleepy in appearance. Her overcoat, loose, comfy sweater, and professional skirt, all made her seem like some sort of lazy office worker compared to the date-like cuteness of this woman. Stelle was tall and lean with ample, but ultimately standard, curves - and this woman was almost like a short-stack.
There was no more time to think about it, because the Bloodhounds were racing toward her.
“Hey, look!” The male shouted. “She has an accomplice!”
Oh no, Stelle thought. That’s a yikes.
“Hah! Good work!” The female laughed, even though there was literally no ‘good work’ being done. “Now we can nab them both in one go!”
“N-no, I’m just here on - on a date!” The stranger blubbered. She grabbed Stelle’s arm and hugged it by bringing it right against her chest. Too close to her chest. Stelle suddenly found her neurons firing fast as she felt the shockingly large swells of breasts locking up around her bicep. “This is my - my girlfriend!”
The pleading look the stranger sent her made Stelle swallow hard. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m the girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” the stranger said again to the guards. “She’s my daddy, listen to her!”
Stelle sputtered and choked on her spit. What did she just say? Wait, what???
“I don't believe that for one second!" the female said. “Put your hands up!”
“Hey, look, I’m not looking for a fight,” Stelle said very quickly, but all the same, withdrew her baseball bat from its cosmic pocket. The guards looked at her bat, and then up to her face. She smiled, and tried to be sympathetic.
“She’s got a weapon!” Shouted one of them, and everything just escalated.
And okay, Stelle should have realized that the security would have those strange robotic dreamscape Hounds at their beck and call, and the larger, clockie-shaped robots to support them; they were guards, what was she expecting to see? It was annoying, but not a particularly difficult fight. She beat them up by herself, swinging her bat around like the true Galactic Baseballer she professed to be, smacking a dog down until it burst into a spray of SoulGlad.
The next grabbed her bat in its maw, but met the same fate when Stelle yanked it free with an inordinate amount of strength and swung it down in a SoulGlad-rupturing stroke. The Clockie-thing had its face broken in until it was just shattered glass, cutting its memetic existence rather short.
Still, it didn’t seem like the Guards were willing to let up, and Stelle realized she had more on her hands than she’d bet upon. Behind her, the strange girl was huddled with a determined look on her face; her hands bunched up by her chest in an almost schoolgirl pose. Stelle felt bad, too bad to pull back now.
Thankfully, it didn't get that far.
“That’s enough, boys,” said yet another person that Stelle did not recognize. Tall, handsome, and very unshaven and unkempt. The way he looked over the scene of the ‘crime’ was unbearably lazy, and yet somehow also entirely clinical and knowledgeable.
“Sir?” Asked the male guard.
“What’s gotten into you all?” The newcomer sighed. “Open your eyes and take a good look. Does this lady like the stowaway we’re looking for?”
That led to a cascade of chiding about the right stowaway and hired Family overseer for the Charmony Festival and other things that Stelle noted were interesting, yet had no bearing on her at the moment. However it was, the newcomer had serious sway in the Family of Penacony, and enough authority to demand the Bloodhounds stand down from their activity.
Gallagher, his name was. Stelle found it interesting, if nothing else.
“I’d like to offer my sincerest apology to you on behalf of the Bloodhound Family,” he apologized with a formal bow.
Stelle frowned. “So you’re looking for a silver-haired guy?”
The silver-haired girl to her left shivered a bit. As Gallagher talked about shady characters and investigations into criminals looking to subvert the Charmony Festival, the girl appeared to grow more nervous. Stelle put that down to the fact that she’d been mistakenly chased around on account of her silver hair, and nothing more. She got it, really. Being mistaken for a criminal was probably no fun at all.
“...Thanks,” the stranger said timidly. “Without your help, I wouldn’t know what to do.”
Stelle glanced at her. The girl was a few inches shorter, reaching to about her mouth area - forehead hitting her lips, thereabout. As Gallagher departed with one last friendly remark, it left the two of them distinctly alone.
“Ah, I owe you a big one!” The girl breathed with a sigh of relief. Her eyes were bright and her smile was honest; Stelle could get sucked into that kind of look. Still, she very much remembered just being called a girlfriend, and - what was it, daddy? “If it hadn’t been for you, I might have been… taken away by them…”
Stelle smiled and put a hand to her chest. “Galactic Baseballer, at your service.”
The girl laughed. Her voice was a schoolgirl’s giggle and a tinkle of cosmic chimes. It was beautiful, and it made Stelle shiver a bit. “You’re funny.”
Stelle cleared her throat, unsure of how to follow up with that.
The girl beat her to the punch. “By the way, I've just noticed... You're a Nameless, right? Is this your first time here on Penacony?”
Stelle blinked. “How did you know?”
“You have the astral express badge on you!” The girl explained, and reached out to poke the badge upon Stelle’s lapel - shoving it down for a moment, and then almost intimately curling her palm against it. A bold touch that sent a tiny bit of fire down her spine. “I saw it on the big screen once! I’m actually a really big fan of the Nameless.”
“I - I see,” Stelle replied. The girl stared at her with bright, shining eyes, and the Trailblazer found it a tiny bit hard not to find that arousing. The girl was hot, and Stelle hadn’t gotten laid since waking up - and she felt that distinctly. “Well - yeah, that’s me, Nameless from the Astral Express.”
The girl kept on smiling. She was actually unreasonably pretty. All the girls Stelle met were, but this one… something about her just seemed oddly right in her mind. She had no memory of who or what or why, but something clicked.
“I also know that you guys often travel around different places in the cosmos,” the stranger said, still talking in lieu of Stelle. “Did The Family invite you here? I—I'd be happy to show you around!”
Stelle blinked. “You know this place? I mean…”
“Although the Bloodhounds mistook me for a stowaway, I'm actually a local. My name is Firefly, and I'm from the Iris Family.” The girl placed a hand to her chest, highlighting its egregious curvature. Stelle really tried not to stare. “I work as a stage performer, although right now I'm just an extra…”
“That's a cool name,” Stelle said with a nod, just trying to be reassuring. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what to say when a pretty girl was just cloistered up into her personal space like this. Why was she so close? They were not even an inch apart. Stelle could just pick her up if she wanted to. She was almost tempted to, indeed. “I’m Stelle. It’s short for, uh, Stelle.”
Again, Firefly smiled and giggled. “Nice to meet you, Stelle.”
“So… you’re not acting today, not working…?”
Firefly shook her head. “ When there are no acting gigs, I work as a guide near Glaux Avenue. If you don't mind, I can show you all the exciting things around here! Maybe if I do my job as a guide, people will stop suspecting me…”
Stelle was meant to be looking for clues about the Nameless, but she kinda didn’t want to leave such a cute girl just yet. Really, I know nothing about the Golden Hour. Makes sense to have a local guide, right? I mean, she can totally show me places… and spots… and I can make a map! And use that for clue hunting! Right?
“That’s awesome,” Stelle said with a thumbs-up. “I happen to need a tour guide. How much do your services go for?”
Firefly shook her head with a grin. “You helped me out, so this is my way of paying you back.”
“I can’t argue with that,” said Stelle with a shrug, because she didn’t necessarily want to start filing out more forms about why she ‘wasted Astral Express Credits on useless things again’ like the last time.
Firefly grabbed her arm, then, and tucked herself into it - instantaneously trapping Stelle’s bicep between the utter softness of her dress-wrapped cleavage. Stelle yelped and almost choked on her spit, and then flushed a bit red. She didn’t know if the girl even realized just how close she was or what she was doing, but that innocent face betrayed nothing.
“Then let me show you around, Miss Stelle,” Firefly said with a fond smile. “Just treat me like a cute date, ok?”
“D-date, huh?” Stelle gulped. “Uh. Yeah, sure. Totally. I can do that.”
Flustered though she suddenly felt, she pushed down and sensations of arousal that might have come with it. Sure, Firefly was now way too close, but she was just being friendly. Not only that, girls used the word ‘date’ all the time to just mean normal outlines. It was a gal-pal thing. Not that Stelle had any gal pals, but she was sure this was totally normal and totally friendly.
“Follow me,” Firefly said, and with that, they were off. Stelle found herself being pulled around by Firefly, moving with the cute girl pressed right against her arm - literally tucked into it, where at points, depending on where they moved, she had breasts squishing into her bicep. A bit of a squish here, some cleavage there, an alluring rub that was a little too nice to be ignored.
“The first stop most people head to as soon as they arrive in the Dreamscape is the Oti Mall!” Firefly declared as she led Stelle through a sort of strip mall-style plaza. There were a multitude of objects on display in the center, from cars to fancy luxury goods, and all around them were broad, luxurious storefronts of dazzling colours. “The Dreamscape Sales Store here is super famous. Ah, there are also stores that sell…”
Firefly led her from storefront to storefront, explaining each aspect of the mall and the goods they sold. The economy of Alfalfa coins, the system of real-world transfer, and other such things. Stelle listened, but she found it a bit hard to concentrate when Firefly would tighten her grip and really lean into her side.
At some points, Stelle’s entire bicep was trapped between this stranger’s boobs. At some points, Firefly was so close to her side that she felt like a living bodycushion. It was all insanely soft rubbing and brushing that made the Trailblazer’s throat feel thick, but she tried to ignore that - attempted to push it down and aside.
She wasn’t going to be a creep, even if Firefly was seriously pretty.
“Oh, and that store is my favourite clothing store, it’s expensive, but it’s worth it,” Firefly pointed out.
Stelle cleared her throat and looked over. “It looks… nice? Maybe I could buy something for my friends there. What kind of stuff do they, uh, sell? I mean, besides clothes…”
“Oh, it’s a lingerie store,” Firefly said with an innocent smile and bright eyes.
“A…” Stelle again felt her breath catch in her throat. She coughed, clearing it up, and stammered, “L-like, uh -”
“Lingerie, you know, lace, and frills, and that sort of thing!” Firefly said cheerfully, her eyes utterly innocent - and yet something deep filled them up at the same time. “I like going by if I have savings. Makes me feel… pretty, you know?”
“Ah… uh…. I don’t know?” Stelle gulped. “I mean, uh, you’re pretty already, sure…”
“You know, if you want to buy stuff for your friends there, I don’t mind helping out,” Firefly continued. “I can try some stuff on for you? So you can see what you’re working with!” A frown, then. “Oh, but I am a bit bigger than average…”
Stelle choked on her spit. She began to cough harder, almost banging on her chest to stop choking. Her mind now imagined Firefly - whom she had just met - dressing up in lingerie and trying it on for her. She didn’t need that mental image in her head at all, and she did not need blood running down to her dick so early in the day.
“A-are you okay, Stelle?!” Firefly stammered in a sudden panic. She rose up onto the tips of her toes and planted her hands on Stelle’s face, drawing more of a flush. “I’m trained in mouth-to-mouth! Should I do that?”
Stelle became more red. She really tried not to think about mouth-to-mouth with the pretty stranger, because the last thing Stelle needed was to get totally riled up. This was an innocent situation that she was clearly misreading, that was it.
“No, I’m good, I just - just need some water,” Stelle choked out. She looked away from Firefly’s face for a moment - and Firefly tugged on her hands at the same time. “Hydro Reaction, that’s all.”
“It’s okay, I get it." Firefly smiled placatingly. "There’s, uhm, there’s a plaza just outside the mall! Follow me, and I’ll get you some water and treat you to a meal!”
From there, Stelle allowed Firefly to pull her around through the mall to the next area, which really was just outside. It was a plaza that formed an elaborate food court, with plentiful stores upon a rectangular boardwalk. Chairs and tables were set in cute, neat patterns, with little umbrellas on top. Utterly scenic, for what it was.
“This is the Clock Diner,” Firefly explained as she led Stelle hand-in-hand to one particular restaurant in the plaza. “It’s my favourite spot, they’ve got all sorts of really tasty treats.”
Now significantly less flustered and with no thoughts of a lingerie-wrapped Firefly in her mind, Stelle nodded along. “It, uh, it looks… neat!”
Firefly grinned. “Hey, have you ever heard of this saying that goes, "In a dream, hunger is the most precious spice?"
Stelle bit her lip and scrunched her brows up. “...No? Literally never, actually.”
Firefly giggled. “Well! It means that, uh, you can find all kinds of local delicacies here — Clockie Pizza, Oak Cake Rolls, Alfalfa Salad, and the classic SoulGlad!” Firefly’s beaming expression was almost adorable. “Feel free to pick anything you like! Today it's my treat!”
Stelle’s eyes widened a fraction. “You don’t have to!”
Firefly shook her head. “Consider it a gift to my handsome, dashing saviour!”
Handsome… dashing? Stelle again swallowed rather hard. She laughed shyly and rubbed the back of her head in her usual, awkward tick. “Thanks. That’s very nice of you.”
Firefly giggled. “Don’t mention it! And hey, you can buy me a meal on our next date!”
Stelle’s throat was starting to feel very sore from all the hard swallowing. She distracted herself by picking out something called an ‘Oak Cake’ from the diner’s to-go menu, and Firefly, too, ordered something for herself - some kind of ‘Three Flavour Dream Stick’, a popsicle of a type or other.
Firefly beamed as she paid up at the counter. “I love their Oak Cake Rolls! I get one from here every day!”
Stelle scrunched up her nose and watched Firefly handle the receipt. It made her feel a bit bad, but she wasn’t going to pass up some kind charity. “Doesn't that get expensive?
Firefly pouted a bit. “Well, that's why I only have one per day…”
They took their seats and had their brief meal. Stelle’s was quite an experience: the thing had the texture of genuine oak, and it was crunched and difficult to get through. The taste inside was earthy, but flavourful; strange and distinct. She’d never forget the taste, but eating it was not a fun experience at all.
“Enjoying it?” Firefly asked with bright eyes. “I love it.”
“It’s… unique,” Stelle replied as kindly as she could manage. She looked at Firefly, and -
Oh, her mind thought. There was something very, very weird about watching Firefly hold a straight popsicle stick - something vague, perhaps, phallic - and run the flat of her tongue against it in a long, exaggerated lick from bottom to top. Then top to bottom. Her tongue moulded to the multicoloured pole, just lapping away.
Stelle’s lips mashed uselessly. She watched Firefly tilt her head and run her tongue against the opposite side, dragging it along in a series of mesmerizing flicks. Up, then down, then around, in a curling rotation. Stelle felt her jaw chatter and had blood rush down. It was no better when Firefly placed it into her mouth and seemed to suckle; she just went down, and down, and down, until the pole was three-fourths of the way inside.
What the heck? Her mind warbled. What…
Firefly was almost sucking on the popsicle. One moment, two moments, then pulled it out with a wet pop. She looked at Stelle and smiled that pretty smile, and said, “Did you like that?”
“I - uh - what?” Stelle blurted.
Firefly pointed with her finger. “The Oat Cake Roll! Did you like it?”
“I - yeah, good, very, uhm, good.” Stelle licked her mouth. “So - uh - w-what’s next?”
Firefly winked and suckled on her popsicle for another moment, making Stelle’s flush rise - and her blood rush down. “Let me finish showing you the plaza, and then we can get to the Golden Hour’s main boardwalk!”
When Stelle felt something brush against her leg - perhaps, a stocking-clad foot - she pretended that wasn’t the case, because she really couldn’t imagine someone like Firefly being a total tease. Right? That just didn’t make sense. Stelle was very clearly reading too far into this, and she was just super pent up since waking up.
Right?
From there, Stelle was guided along Graux Avenue down to the main zone, and then Firefly was happily showing her around the boardwalk streets. They moved across several buildings, then down toward the Clockie plaza - where Stelle got a brief commemorative photo, courtesy of Firefly.
“You really are photogenic!” Her tour guide cheered. “Gosh, you’re so handsome, Stelle. I kinda wish I could see your face every day!”
Stelle was not at all used to feeling so flustered, and so she rubbed the back of her head, offered a jovial thumbs-up, and said, “Thanks?”
From there, things were a tiny bit weird as heck thanks to the strange paper-like bird stuck in Clockie’s face. That whole debacle made Firefly look at her as if she had a second head, but Stelle was able to sufficiently dismiss it while wondering internally if she was starting to see things that didn’t exist.
Firefly led her around, showing her the Grand Penacony Theater and other areas of the Charmony Festival; she led her to the SoulGlad factory plaza and showed her around the venue, always hand in hand. Sometimes, Firefly got closer by wrapping herself against Stelle’s arm, breasts squishing, and at other times, just at a hand’s distance away.
“And this is Aideen Park - the biggest park in Penacony, and the uh host of the amusement park!” Firefly grinned as she pulled Stelle into a full-on theme park. There were tall rides that seemed to scrape the tops of eye-watering buildings, and there were game stalls that seemed to host every game under the sun. She saw gambling wheels, she saw bumper cars, she saw cute games, the works. It was actually really impressive, and Stelle’s brows shot up into her hairline.
“Whoa,” she murmured. “Coolio.”
“I know, right?” Firefly giggled. She took Stelle’s hands and drew her forward into the amusement park. “Here, let me get you some Aideen Tokens - they’re complimentary for first timers - and you can start playing some games!”
“Uh - sure,” Stelle murmured. She hadn’t really come here to play games and she was kinda sure this was drawing away from the whole investigation aspect, but at this point, she was all-in. Firefly was too honest, too alluring, to pass up on. She was all smiles and pretty eyes and strangely scintillating touches that Stelle couldn’t parse, but she wanted to figure out more of.
Soon enough, Stelle had ten golden tokens in her hand and a happy Firefly at her side.
“Stelle, let's try out some of the games nearby. Our goal is to use all the tokens!”
“That’s a lot of pressure,” Stelle laughed as she rubbed the side of her head.
“Not at all!” Firefly shook her head and clicked her tongue. “You're going to lose — I mean — spend all of them in no time once you start playing! Just try it and you'll see!
“What did you say?” Stelle asked with a frowning face.
“Play it and you’ll see?”
“No, uhm, before that…?”
Firefly shrugged and pushed on her body. "Since this is your first time here, I say we start with the easiest games. The Dreamy Slots and Lucky Wheel are pretty straightforward.”
“Uh - sure,” Stelle agreed without really knowing what she was agreeing to. “Show me where?”
She was led to rows of slot machines in neat lines. It didn’t seem like much fun, but Stelle supposed that gambling was the main draw.
“I feel like I get enough gambling with my gacha games,” Stelle remarked as she stood in front of the machine, “But let’s see if I’ve still got any luck. Or pity. Whichever, you know?”
Firefly giggled from behind. “Just throw in a token, and let’s see if you get any winner’s luck!”
Stelle inserted the coin, and -
Firefly slipped right in behind her, arms almost wrapped around her midsection. There was a chin against Stelle’s shoulder, offering a touch so intimate as to be obscene. Breasts pooled against her backside, squishing downright wonderfully. The touch left her shivering and confused; she was absolutely not sure what to make of it, and she was definitely sure this wasn’t normal.
“Win something nice, ok?” Firefly almost whispered into her ear.
Stelle gulped. “I’m just hitting a button, b-but alright…”
Flustered, Stelle hit the button. The slot machine whirred up and started to spin, and through it, Firefly remained against her back, almost plastered to her. Stelle could feel the soft contact of breasts, and it made her sigh shakily. She really just didn’t know what to make of it, but at that point, it had her blood racing downward.
She was broken out of her reverie as the slot machine dinged a victorious chime and deposited a simple prize in front of her - some snacks and a keychain. She grabbed it blankly and felt disappointment when Firefly moved away from her.
“Wow! You won something on your first attempt!” Firefly pretended to clap. “Very impressive!”
Stelle swallowed yet again. “So, uh, are all, like, Penacony residents… as friendly as you?”
Firefly blinked and cocked her head in an innocent, schoolgirl gesture. “What do you mean?”
“You know, like the birds and - the uh - the birds - ” Stelle trailed off awkwardly as her face flushed. She stopped, covered her mouth, and cleared her throat. “A-anyway… what’s next?”
“Let’s try the big wheel next,” Firefly said more jovially, and dragged her forward. It seemed to Stelle that Firefly was now walking with more of a pep in her step and a more exaggerated sway to her hips. Maybe that was her imagination, or maybe she just hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a swing to her waist and a swish of her skirts that was making her very dry in the mouth.
Very, very dry.
Stelle almost didn’t even care about hitting the grand prize at their bigger, much more massive, wheel-spin - so big it was house-sized. The grand prize was certainly incredibly impressive, but the way that Firefly seemed to cling to her was way more impressive, indeed. The cute girl was practically hanging off her at points, and Stelle just didn’t know what to think or say or do about it.
It was hard to say anything, since Firefly was, at every other point, totally wide-eyed and innocent. Just soft smiles and a cute demeanour, hardly even teasing. Stelle was almost sure she was overreacting half the time - but then, having Firefly hug her from behind while she played at the claw machines, or having Firefly hug her around the arms while riding the rollercoaster, was hardly normal.
Right?
“Thanks for winning this for me,” Firefly cooed after the claw machine, which had been a horribly distracting affair of breasts squishing into her shoulder and soft breath tickling her ear. “You’re so kind, Stelle!”
“I-it was nothing,” Stelle murmured in reply. “Anything for, uh -”
Say something cool! Her mind urged.
“-A pretty girl like you,” she finished lamely.
Firefly beamed, anyhow. “And you were so good with your hands! I wonder what else you could do with those fingers, huh?”
“Eh?” Stelle asked with a blink.
“You know, like gaming?” Firefly asked innocently.
“...Yeah, I’m a great gamer, phone gamer, I play gachas, do you play, uhm, gachas?” Stelle mumbled around.
Firefly giggled, and smiled, and tugged her toward the rides - first the rollercoaster, which involved her telling Stelle about how afraid of heights she was in a voice that seemed dubious at best, and then featured her clinging onto Stelle the entire time as if she was afraid. Maybe she was, but Stelle found it very hard to notice any fear when she had breasts nearly slamming into her face.
The bumper cars had been no better, though.
“I don’t know how to drive,” Firefly said as she squeezed Stelle’s hand. “Can I ride with you? Please?”
“Ma’am, these cars are rated for ages eight and up,” the attendant told her.
“I - I dunno?” Stelle replied. But, in the face of Firefly's doe-eyed, pleading gaze, she melted into complacency. “Uh - sure. Sure, why not?”
“Thanks!” Firefly beamed. “You’re so kind, Stelle.”
That led into Stelle having Firefly sitting in her lap the entire time, which was really not at all in her gameplan for the day. A really cute girl with apparently a really great ass plopped into her lap? At that point, Stelle was just hoping that Firefly didn’t feel the absolute hard-on she had for her. Every movement was one of flush-inducing arousal, and Stelle concentrated every iota of her strength to hold it in.
A monumental task, when Firefly seemed to almost be leaning into every bump and push and slide.
When the little event ended, Stelle was almost stumbling out of there on three legs.
They whittled down their tokens one by one until all ten were spent, and Firefly was then dragging on her arm. A good hour had passed, and Stelle felt flushed, and flustered,and confused by it all.
“Let’s get some drinks,” Firefly said as she pointed at the bar. “I’m really thirsty right now, you know?”
‘I - y-yeah, totally,” Stelle agreed with a little stutter. Though the words were innocent, something about the way Firefly said them made her pulse race a bit. Even worse, somehow watching the way that Firefly eventually sat there so innocently upon the bar stool, her lips wrapped taut around a straw. The way she suckled on it was downright depraved, and the sound of slurping was somehow utterly sensual.
The way that Firefly swung her legs around was entirely innocent and schoolgirl-esque, and yet - and yet. The gap of her thighs between dress and stocking was, though just a few inches, somehow utterly salacious. The way her skirt rode up, the little dip of her elastic banding, the way her thighs squished…
Stelle shook her head. Stop staring, darn it!
“Anything wrong, Stelle?” Firefly cooed innocently. “Do you not like the taste?”
“No, it’s good,” Stelle mumbled. “Just a lot on my mind, that’s all. No biggie.”
Firefly smiled that pretty smile. “I get it. Penacony really is something, huh?”
“Yeah - yeah, it is,” Stelle agreed quietly, eyes trying not to stare at Firefly’s delicious thigh-gap.
“ Did you have fun, Stelle?” Firefly asked her a moment later. “Penacony's Golden Hour is pretty amazing, isn't it?”
“It's nice,” Stelle said slowly and measuredly. “Everywhere is just magical. Though, my pull rate has been pretty bad so far.”
Firefly seemed to blink, then smiled, and almost leaned into Stelle. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re really good at pulling, you know?”
The way that Firefly looked at her made Stelle nervous.
“I m-meant my, uh, gacha - phone - game,” Stelle finished lamely.
Firefly giggled. “You’re still funny.”
Stelle bit her lip. With nothing else to do but handle her flushing nerve endings, she sipped the fizzy SoulGlad drink they’d purchased. The slurp was almost painfully loud.
“...I really appreciate your help earlier today — that's why I took the chance to introduce this beautiful place to you,” Firefly said slowly and readily. “I wanted to share it with you, Stelle. I feel like we have a really good… friendship.”
There was something in the way she touched Stelle that was very, very suggestive. If Stelle’s blood hadn’t been rushing already, it now distinctly would be. Firefly began to lean forward, drawing inward, sliding in such a manner that it almost seemed that they were going to kiss - and Stelle’s heart raced in a way that made her chest ache. She was very, very confused, and -
Firefly rubbed their cheeks together, placed her lips right beside her ear, and said, “We’re being followed.”
And that sent Stelle’s mind and libido crashing down from heaven. Or was it rising from hell? She didn’t know, she was not a theologian. She was suddenly very, hyperaware of what she had been told, and her mind fixated on that, and not the cheek brushing. Or, at least, not only the cheek brushing.
And, quite unfortunately, all of that led to her first encounter with Sampoo - somehow, incredulously, there on Penacony - with a suspicious Firefly at her side. Between the innocently-teasing minx to her left and a very confusing black market weirdo to her right, Stelle felt like she wanted to crash out on a bed already.
Unfortunately, Stelle did not get that luxury. Instead, she got a whole crazy adventure with ‘Sampo’ who wasn't actually Sampo in a strange version of reality of dreams, or something like it. Stelle was introduced to the ‘adult’ section of Penacony, or whatever that passed for - gambling and drinking and girls, she supposed - and then illicit dreamscapes that made her mind spin end over end.
And okay, Stelle really didn’t get it - but she felt like she was slipping further and further from the plot. Firefly was suspicious of ‘Sampo’, and ‘Sampo’ was suspicious of Firefly, and all of that blended together to leave her floundering and confused and frustrated and really not in the right state of mind to handle any of it. How that related to finding the previous Nameless was totally and entirely lost on her by that point.
And by the time Stelle came to, Sampo was gone, and so was Firefly. It left Stelle wilting in the wind. Everything was so strange, so bizarre, that she was left feeling very frustrated and very unfulfilled. With no one around, she could only pinch her nose and try to figure out what Sampo had meant - and what made Firefly so suspicious.
She resolved to find that out.
She found Firefly near the main boulevard of the Golden Hour. The girl looked shy, confused, and bashful, in a way. Soft, and nervous. Her schoolgirl demeanour remained as strong as the first time Stelle had seen her, and any hint of a teasing attitude was gone. The confrontation turned out to be nothing much of note, really. Stelle did not accuse, but she asked; and Firefly, though shy, admitted she had secrets.
“: ...But still, I appreciate your help,” Firefly said to her. She took Stelle’s hands into her own, and squeezed them firmly. “I mean it from the bottom of my heart.”
Stelle flushed a bit. “H-hey, no problem. Like I said, it’s my pleasure to, uh, help a pretty lady in distress…”
Firefly giggled and smiled shyly. “Can I bring you to one more place? It isn't another tourist attraction - it's my very own secret base.”
Stelle nibbled on her lip. On the one hand, it felt like a trap - and on the other, Firefly’s soft, wide eyes were too hard to pass up on. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Thank you, Stelle. I’ll make it worth your while.” Firefly tugged. “Come with me, ok?”
Stelle was happy to follow - even if things remained as twisty-turvy as ever. Halfway through their walk, they encountered Acheron and a strange Clockie that no one but Stelle could see; even when talking with an apparently invisible Memetic, Firefly remained soft-spoken and honest. Maybe she thought Stelle was crazy - and maybe Stelle was going crazy at that point, what did she know?
After that, she followed Firefly into their first felony: tricking, brainwashing, fighting, and then getting past, a guard of the Bloodhound Family, to reach a new zone that was still ‘under construction’. It seemed like a very suspicious place for a secret base to be, but Stelle followed Firefly with an almost hopeless, perhaps even awestruck, air.
The puzzles - because that was what they were - were easy to ‘solve’. Strange Dream Architect devices littered the area, and Stelle had to navigate their way forward with them. Firefly didn’t do much work besides guide her or offer pointers, but she was always close by: always right at her side, pressing up against her, almost - somehow - rubbing across her. It was almost distracting.
“Good job, Stelle!” Firefly would coo. She’d get right up onto the tips of her toes and almost slide her lips near her ear, as if the Trailblazer was hard on hearing. “You’re so good at this stuff!”
“T-thanks…?” Stelle awkwardly rubbed her head. “They’re not really hard, I mean, it’s like, puzzles on easy mode? Like a really easy game. It’s not… yeah.”
Firefly giggled. “You’ve got a really great sense of humour, Stelle. Hm - come this way, okay? Next, we have to crawl through this sewer pipe.”
“We - uh - what?” Stelle stammered blankly. “What kinda eight-bit game is this supposed to be?”
Firefly laughed. “Are you nervous?”
“Nervous? No, no. I crawl around in the air ducts on the Astral Express all the time,” Stelle said with a shrug. “Sleep in them too, sometimes, when the hot air blows just right -”
In the wake of Firefly’s perplexed stare, Stelle trailed off.
“...Totally cool,” Stelle assured, and offered a thumbs-up.
Now, Stelle had no compunction about getting into a pipe and crawling around. Who hadn't done that sort of thing in their life? That was one thing. The real problem was climbing and crawling into a sewer pipe while Firefly was in front of her. They were both on their hands and knees, and that meant that her pretty tour guide’s ass was right in front of her face.
Which should not have posed a problem, but it did. For one, the way that her skirt rode up was treacherous at best, and Stelle was seeing a very constant, very sinful, view ahead of her. She tried her best to remember not to stare up a girl’s skirt, not to admire their underwear, because that was so not cool - and she was pretty sure she failed at every single point.
“You know, it’s almost kinda comfy being on my hands and knees,” Firefly quipped at one point, which only made Stelle want to choke and collapse. “H-hey, why are you coughing so much? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Stelle gasped. “I think a Fragmentum flew down my throat.”
That probably made no sense, but Firefly laughed anyway.
There was some relief as they exited and continued up to the ‘secret base’, which was somehow up on the rooftops of Penacony. Stelle did not know how Firefly got there on a regular basis if the place was in such shambles of construction, but she did not ask questions. She wasn't sure she could, because at pretty much every turn, there was something that made her choke on her spit.
The way that she acted, the way that she moved, just didn’t seem to match her cute girl aesthetic. For sure, she looked like a totally innocent little princess, a girl-next-door version of the excited March 7th - but the actions didn't match up. March, after all, did not walk with Himeko’s hip-sway, but Firefly did. Her hips were roiling with motion, moving left and right in a way that made her skirts swish around her pretty thighs.
Swish-swish-swish, Stelle’s mind memorized. The girl was walking with such an exaggerated sway that it was insane. Following the broad sweep of those hips was mesmerizing, and seeing the swishing skirts against her thighs - against that delicious gap of stocking and skirt - was indulgent. Stelle felt like she was dying.
“Oops!” Firefly gasped at one point as her phone, which she was using for navigation, slipped from her fingers. ‘Dropped my phone! Gosh, I hope the screen isn’t cracked!”
An ostensibly innocent remark that was instantly sidelined when Firefly bent over at the waist to grab her phone.
Right when she was facing away from Stelle.
Before, the suggestion of seeing Firefly’s underwear was just that - a suggestion. Now? She was seeing all of it, from the pink fabric to the utter lushness of Firefly’s frankly amazing ass. Stelle choked and gasped and struggled to avert her gaze, because seriously, there was no way that Firefly meant to do that. Right?
“Are you okay, Stelle?” Firefly asked as she swivelled around so innocently. “Why are you covering your face?”
“Nosebleed,” Stelle said. “Let’s, uh, let’s keep going before I bleed out, ok?”
Firefly didn’t seem to have a problem with that suggestion. They moved on across ramps and across landings that Stelle had to ‘build’ with the local tools, all while Firefly draped herself over her. Sometimes, she’d be so close that their cheeks were rubbing, all to whisper suggestions into her ears; at other points, she’d be precariously bent over in ways that were too suggestive to understand.
Did she undo the top button of her blouse? Stelle was left wondering when Firefly leaned in toward her, explaining some aspect of the dreamscape or other. Yet, all Stelle could notice was that treacherous lack of a button, and the sudden glimpse of immense cleavage beyond. Oh gosh. Oh no. Oh gosh oh no. Is this like - is she like - a secret level boss?!
“Right, Stelle?” Firefly asked.
“S-Sorry, what?” Stelle stammered. “What did you say? I was, uh, distracted…”
“Distracted?” Firefly cocked her head and blinked her eyes like a little doe. At the same time, her hands bunched up in front of her, pressing biceps against the sides of her chest - and causing her boobs, loosened button included, to push up into an alluring visage of whiteness. “By what?”
“...A butterfly,” Stelle choked out.
“You’re cute,” Firefly accused with twinkling eyes. “Come on, then. We’ve got a ways to go!”
By that point, Stelle really wanted this to be over. She couldn’t handle one more ladder climb where Firefly insisted on going first, letting Stelle get an unfortunate upview shot of her skirt again. It was agonizing. Even with all the Sampo stuff interposed between their ‘date’, her mind was once more tossed back to those alluringly teasing moments when they’d first met a few hours ago.
Stelle tried to keep her cool. She tried to focus on just moving forward, and stop putting weird things into her head. She translated her frustrations into her fighting, because there were plenty of weird Memes to fight up there. She swung her bat with ferocity, impaled foes with her lance, and happily bashed the non-existent brains into the monsters just to work off her annoyances.
And each time, Firefly would rush up to her, latch onto her arm, and squeeze her biceps. “You’re so strong, Stelle! It’s so hot to watch you swing around your bat like that.”
“I - it’s what?” Stelle choked.
“It’s so cool!” Firefly said with innocent, flashing lashes. “You’re so cool when you fight. And your lance is really neat, too!”
Stelle awkwardly rubbed the back of her head. “Ah - t-thanks, well, you know -”
“You’re so good at thrusting it,” Firefly hummed with an innocent twinkle. “It makes me wonder what else you can thrust, you know?”
Stelle was sure she was losing her bodyweight through nosebleeds alone. She was just sure she was misreading it, though. There was no way this cute, innocent girl who looked like a schoolgirl could ever mean something like an innuendo - right? Definitely not. It just wasn’t possible, surely.
Stelle kept on following her, no matter how confused or frustrated or frankly aroused she became. It didn’t matter if -
Firefly stopped walking, and Stelle walked right into her. She knocked against the smaller girl, causing her to gasp; she nearly toppled, forcing Stelle to wrap her arms around her in a flustered panic. It was so sudden that it became instinctual; she just made sure that Firefly was safe.
“Oh, wow, Trailblazer,” Firefly seemed to giggle. “You’re really quick!”
Stelle only realized a second afterward the situation she found herself in. The scent of shampoo was thick in her nose, because she was almost squished into that silver-teal hair. Her hands were around Firefly’s torso, right beneath her bust - with a heavy chest resting against her forearms in a palpable squish. At the same time, Firefly’s ass - the one that ws so deceptively big - was lodged against her pelvis.
Against her dick.
Stelle whimpered. “S-sorry. My bad. I was just - uh - yeah.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Firefly said. When Stelle stepped back, the girl took a moment to fluff out her skirt - an utterly pointless act that flashed more and more of her white thighs. “It was actually really heroic! I bet your arms are really strong!”
“I - I guess,” Stelle admitted awkwardly. “I mean, I -”
“I mean, you could probably pin a girl down really easily! Especially by the head,” Firefly said.
Stelle blinked rapidly. Her face went very red, because she was pretty sure she knew what that entailed. She might not have gotten laid since waking up, but she had consumed enough porn to give her computer a few dozen viruses. “W-wha-eh-hey?”
“Like, in a fight,” Firefly continued.
Stelle ran her tongue over her lips and tried to stop her face from burning hot. “Y-yeah. Maybe. I guess so. What?”
Despite her state of permanent confusion and now near-bubbling arousal, Firefly made it seem as if nothing was wrong - as if it was all normal. It was normal to bump into her,or have her latch on, or have her drop weird remarks that almost seemed like innuendos. Stelle was really not at all cut out for this kind of thing, and in her flustered state, she simply followed.
Still, it seemed like it was - perhaps, maybe - on purpose. As much as Stelle didn’t want to think so, the frequent stops and starts where she bumped into Firefly seemed too pronounced, and the constant ‘dropping’ things to then bend over salacious at the waist didn’t seem normal. And that walk! Stelle was absolutely sure that side-to-side swishing thing was on purpose.
If that skirt swishes one more time I’m going to rip it off, Stelle decided - before her eyes went wide. No wait bad Stelle no -
Each time, something new happened - something new and treacherous. At one point, Firefly outright fell off the ladder they were climbing, and as a result, flopped over Stelle. They were both knocked down flat on the ground, with Stelle on her back and Firefly sitting awkwardly in her lap.
Very, very awkwardly, because she was sitting right on her pelvis - right on her crotch. The soft heap of her ass was mashed down into places it shouldn’t be, causing Stelle to whimper. Her fingers awkwardly curled and uncurled against the ground, almost pathetically scratching.
“Oops!” Firefly cooed. “Sorry! I guess I lost my footing a bit…”
Please move, Stelle thought pathetically. But, it didn’t seem like Firefly had any intention of moving at all. She was almost rolling her hips, almost grinding down on Stelle’s body - against her bulge, which she was attempting with all of her strength not to evolve into a full hardon. It was a truly losing battle, and by that point, she swore her brain was leaking out from her ears.
“You know, it would be nice just to sit here and have a rest for a bit,” Firefly sighed. She looked over her shoulder at Stelle and almost arched her spine. “What do you think?”
“Sus,” Stelle whispered.
Firefly blinked. “Huh?”
“W-we s-should keep moving,” Stelle forced out from her mouth. “Please?”
Firefly closed her eyes a bit and giggled cutely. “Okay, sure. Whatever you like, Stelle.”
It took another twelve minutes, but by the time they were on the final rooftop of the ‘secret hideout’ - which frankly looked like just another damned rooftop - Stelle was winded, she was infuriated, she was frustrated, she was red in the face, her nose had multiple bleeds, and she was aroused as all hell.
And, when Firefly turned to look at her and said, “Geez, Stelle, you’re so red! Are you okay?”
And tried to reach in to measure her temperature - hand to her forehead, whilst that alluring cleavage with two buttons undone - Stelle was sure she was about to pop like one of those SoulGlad Dogs.
“I need water,” she whimpered.
“W-water…?”
“Pom-Pom would cool us down with water from a spray can…” Stelle continued to whimper. “Please. Spray me. Down.”
Firefly winced. “Spray can? That's... rough. I can do much better than that! We could go to maybe a pool?”
“We’re on a roof -” Stelle said. Or, wanted to say, but she was sure that the only thing that left her mouth was weroofua, or something equally romantic.
That was because, in the very next second, Firefly quipped, “Like, skinny dipping!”
Which instantly made Stelle burn red all over again. There was almost no way to relax, either. Her heart was beating at a mile a minute, even as she did nothing more than spend time with Firefly at the ‘secret base’, just looking over the wondrous sunset horizon. Even if she wanted to enjoy the moment, or simply listen to what Firefly was saying, she couldn’t. Her mind was stuck fast on soft thighs, on bulging cleavage, on a cute girl that was acting like a damned minx.
Firefly turned to face her, then. She locked eyes, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and gave Stelle a look that was at once adorable and also somehow salacious. “I wanted to thank you so much for coming here with me, Stelle.”
“It’s - it’s not biggie,” Stelle said awkwardly. “Hardly an inconvenience.”
“And I really wanted to thank you for saving me earlier,” Firefly said again, slowly, tenderly, and warmly. “Really, if it wasn’t for you, they would have figured me out as a Stowaway - and taken me away for good.”
“R-really, don’t mention it,” Stelle replied, trying her best to sound bold and not nervous and fidgety and totally hyped up with hormones. She rubbed the back of her hair and offered a thumbs up of approval, which only made Firefly smile wider.
“No, I mean it. I really want to pay you back for it,” Firefly said enthusiastically.
“A-ah…” Stelle coughed and cleared her throat. “Y-you already bought me, uh, lunch! And… tickets? At the park?”
Firefly shook her head. “I want to something more personal. Something like a physical thing, you know? Something you’ll remember.”
“I… take gacha currency? You can transfer me?”
Firefly stepped closer. Way too close, in fact. Stelle swallowed hard.
“Can I do anything?” Firefly seemed to almost purr. “And I mean anything?”
“Anything is… a lot,” Stelle mumbled shyly.
“I know,” Firefly hummed with parted lips. Pretty, shiny, pink lips. Stelle wanted to taste them. “So? Is there anything you want from me, Stelle?”
“I, uh.” Stelle cleared her throat. “Maybe…”
She trailed off.
Firefly got in closer. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“Maybe, uh….” Stelle was really unsure of what to say. Her eyes glanced at Firefly's too-close lips, back to her face, then back again. “H-how about, uhm. Maybe. Like. A… kiss…?”
The fact that she even said those words mortified her.
The fact that Firefly nodded and stood up on the tips of her toes mortified her even more.
“Sure,” Firefly cooed, and wrapped her arms around Stelle’s neck. Nothing but a whine left the Trailblazer’s lips. What else was there for her to do when a hot, sexy girl was holding your neck and leaning up to meet your mouth? What was she meant to say or do when she had lips pressing against her own?
Real lips, not her rubber duck in her bath. A real, honest kiss, a true press of the mouths, soft and squishy and sinful. Despite the slim appearance of those lips, they felt plush and soft and full - perfect to touch. Stelle shuddered and let out a low, whining breath. She really wasn’t sure about this, really wasn’t sure what was going on, but she was starting to suspect something very weird about Firefly.
But, for the moment, she concentrated on the fingers in her hair, and the body pitched up toward her. Firefly had to get on her toes, but she did it willingly. She did not even force Stelle, the tall pole that she was, to bend over. No, she was entirely, totally content to do all the work herself, and mash their mouths together of their own accord.
Firefly looked like a schoolgirl, an innocent next-door neighbour - but her kiss? It was not that. Even Stelle, with her lack of experience, understood that right off the bat. The way that Firefly dug in and kissed her was hard, rough, and almost viscous. The lock of lips was downright starving. She mashed herself into place with a lust that was dizzying, and a force that was astounding.
Stelle almost reeled. She gasped into that kiss, and Firefly seemed to breathe it in. The girl purred out a sound that would not have been out of place in porn and leaned right into Stelle, pressing her soft, full chest against her own. The angles were awkward, yet the feeling of something plush and cushion-like was astounding. The Trailblazer sighed, and her hands fidgeted at her side.
She wasn't sure what to do with them, honestly. What did she touch? Where did she push? She knew what to do on a theoretical level, but actually applying it was different. This was too sudden, too strange, and the lock of lips too nice, to concentrate. She groaned against it, and Firefly seemed to purr. Her arms wrapped tighter, bringing herself that much more flush. She was right up against Stelle, as if climbing her. If that did not send a bucket of fire through her veins, nothing would.
Why is she a good kisser? Stelle’s mind stuttered. What… oh my gosh, is -
When Firefly suckled on Stelle’s lower lip, the Trailblazer almost doubled over. The sudden burst of pressure made her shudder; the nipping firmness made her quiver. It felt good. It felt way too nice. Her hands awkwardly pressed down, finally, against those hips. She sighed and squeezed as Firefly pulled, her head slowly drawing back.
Slowly popping out of the kiss. The look she directed at Stelle was smouldering with heat, and that led Stelle to one single conclusion:
Wait, she thought. This girl isn’t innocent at all, is she!?
“You taste just as nice as I…” Firefly trailed off and smiled. She stepped back out of Stelle’s arms, but remained too close for comfort. “How was that kiss?”
“Aaaaaahaaaa… nice?” Stelle said lamely. She ran her tongue over her mouth, and faintly tasted something like berries.
“But I don’t think that’s enough of a thank-you,” Firefly continued, and her voice sounded awfully husky right then. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Something more… memorable? Pleasurable?”
Stelle’s jaw chattered. She looked down at Firefly’s body, then at the two suspicious buttons that were popped. “Are you sure you mean anything? Like, anything, anything?”
“Anything at all,” Firefly assured.
“C-can… Can I, uh.” Stelle mimicked a motion; Firefly stared. She used her hands to pantomime something bursting. Firefly blinked. She swept her hands in a circular gesture, as if highlighting something full and bouncy. Firefly smiled, but kept her head cocked. Stelle awkwardly fidgeted, finding it hard to say the words. “B-boobs? Boobies? I mean. Can…?”
Firefly smiled. “Ok.”
“O-o - ok?!”
Firefly did exactly what she was told. She withdrew her little cropped jacket, and let it hang on a nearby chimney. She popped her collar off in its entirely, drawing it around her neck and down across her clavicles. She was, of course, wearing a dress, so Stelle didn't have the foggiest idea of how she’d remove anything - but she should have realized that this girl was not as innocent as she made herself out to be.
With smooth, easy movements, she shucked her sleeves down her shoulders, and then pulled the dress down around the sweep of her bustline in its entirety. Stelle could only begin to choke on air as the utter mountainous visage of Firefly’s perfect, bra-wrapped tits was finally, blessedly, revealed to her. The chest she had been feeling, had been staring at this whole day, just there, in front of her.
As Firefly dragged her dress down around her midsection, just below her bust, Stelle stared. Her jaw dropped. Firefly’s chest was way bigger than she expected, and though still smaller than Himeko, was huge. Big and gorgeous and round and pale, they were cupped by a simple, teal bra. Her cleavage was immaculate. The rounded peaks were succulent. Suddenly, Stelle was starving.
“Whoa,” she breathed. “Why did we play slots at the machines when we could have played it here…?”
Firefly giggled. “But you haven’t even seen them yet.”
“E-eh?” Stelle stammered. “But -”
Firefly reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, causing her tits to bounce out of position. Slowly, but with deliberate movements, Firefly peeled the lingerie off herself. Her breasts just seemed to flow out, almost jiggling into their well-earned freedom. They did not sag, barely seemed to dip, but presented themselves as two of the nicest, pink-capped mountains Stelle had ever seen.
“Oh,” she squeaked.
Firefly giggled, pulled her hands behind herself in a schoolgirl’s innocent gesture, and pushed her chest out with a forward roll of her shoulders. “You can touch, Stelle.”
Stelle did. She couldn’t really think straight right then, because all of her blood felt like it was pouring down to her dick. She did, however, press her hands into those bountiful slopes and squeeze. As flesh spilled around her fingers, she released a low, lurid groan of pleasure. She dug in firmly, not gently, and felt the copious skin squish.
“Oh,” she sighed yet again. “These are… so soft…”
She pushed into them, felt them squash against her. She bit her lip and shivered a bit. The sensations were purely delicious and absolutely, astoundingly, delightful. They were soft and squishy, yet somehow firm and heavy. As Stelle swept her palms beneath those big masses and lifted them, she felt their delicious weights press against her. Just watching them bounce in her hands was a delight, and one that sent her libido roaring down between her legs.
Stelle now felt hornier than ever, which seemed to be a dangerous thing indeed.
“They’re nice,” Stelle said thickly. “Very good. Great, even.”
She let go of one beautiful tit and offered a thumbs-up pose.
Firefly giggled. “Oh? Is that it?”
“I - I mean.” Stelle gulped and let go; eyes watched those big tits just settle there. Firefly was short compared to her, and yet so busty. It was delectably insane. “You… let me see them, so, uh… Yeah?”
Firefly laughed and shook her head. “Is that really all you want, Stelle?”
“I - y-yes? I mean…” Stelle winced. “Is this a test? Because I really suck at those. I mean, I got the ones at Belobog pretty good, but those were physics and this seems like biology and I probably flunked that, I don’t know -”
Firefly stepped right into her and grabbed her obviously hard cock right through her clothes. At that point, there was no doubt about it. Stelle was sporting a hard-on and a half, and it was visible even to those who didn’t look there for a girl. Now, Firefly cupped it, squeezed it, and made Stelle hiss through her teeth - pain and pleasure warring within her.
“Did I do this?” Firefly asked with those innocent eyes fluttering.
“Kinda-sorta,” Stelle stammered.
“So… let me take care of it, ok?” Firefly purred. “You helped me, so let me help you with this.”
“Oh,” Stelle gasped in a sudden moment of eureka. She watched Firefly begin to deftly remove the professional skirt, then start to pull at Stelle’s shorts, all while slowly, effortlessly, dropping to her knees. “So… you were being lewd this whole time…!”
Firefly giggled and said nothing else. She got down on her knees, tits out, dress locked around her ribcage, and yanked on Stelle’s shorts - dragging them, her briefs, all of it, down. Somehow, she seemed to know what she was doing. Somehow, she seemed to understand what she was waiting for. She hadn’t gone searching for Stelle’s cock. She just knew it was there, and now, she was getting it.
There was something predatory about that, Stelle mused. Or, tried to muse. It was quite difficult when Firefly was yanking her dick out into the light of Penacony’s artificial day, springing it out like a damned mousetrap. The big dick flung forward, and thwapped Firefly’s pretty face. A shocking thing, yet the girl didn’t seem to care; she giggled when Stelle yelped in utter surprise.
“Ah!” Stelle gasped.
“Oh!” Firefly laughed. She stared up, then, at a massive, daunting cock that was hard as a rock, stiff as a board, and frighteningly huge. At least, that was what Stelle assumed, because she was a good nine inches of wrist-thick, dense dick. It was not small in the least. It was long and girthy, gapped with frankly tremendous balls. She knew she was big. Firefly now knew it, too.
“It’s a bit -” Stelle began to warn, just in case Firefly was now scared.
“I’m glad I didn’t forget how big you are,” Firefly laughed with delight, to Stelle’s sudden confusion.
“...Wait, what?”
“You’re so big, Stelle,” Firefly complimented. She slipped back on her haunches and placed her hands on her thighs. “That’s amazing! You really are the galactic baseballer, huh?”
Stelle went very red. “Y-yeah. For sure.”
Firefly kept on smiling. She did not touched Stelle’s cock, but simply knelt there in front of it, her body comfortably folded onto her surprisingly thick thighs. She looked at her - really looked - and opened her mouth wider than before.
“Please, take care of this using my mouth,” Firefly said, and then just opened her mouth. Wide, very wide, tongue outstretched, just warm and willing and open for her. Just there, an inch away from her very hard, very stiff, and very horny, dick.
Stelle was absolutely not sure what to do with this, because it had just never been in her head before. She wanted to have sex, yes. She felt it in a way that was so unbelievably awful that it was insane. But to face fuck a girl? To just jam her dick into her mouth and go for it? It seemed insane, and yet so, so alluring – somehow, as natural as breathing.
With Firefly on her knees, her tits out, her dress bunched up around her waist, it was a sight too alluring to pass up on. With that mouth stretched wide open and that tongue dutifully outsretched a mere millimeter from the tip of her engorged rod, Stelle only felt an overwhelming desire to comply – to fuck. It was crazy, she knew that, and yet she couldn't help but just slide herself forward.
“Well, just – just let me know, somehow, say a safeword or something,” Stelle murmured. “Orr, uh, not a word, since you can’t speak, but like… ahdns… or something.
Firefly looked at her and said nothing; just smiled with her pretty eyes. Her hands remained on her lap in a perfect bow-like pose, and her magnificent tits heaved upon her chest. She was gorgeous, alluring, and oh-so-sinful. Stelle felt confusion and awe and lust swell within her breast as she pushed forward and sent her dick sliding against that outstretched touch – and then, the mouth just past it.
The sudden wash of heat was as delightful as it was confusing. It was the first time that Stelle had ever felt that sensation, and yet somehow, it felt like it was the thousandth time she’d felt it; she didn’t get that. She didn't understand why it was so familiar, yet so foreign. Maybe, some memory of a memory, or maybe it was muscle memory, imprinted upon her cock’s broad dimensions.
Maybe Stelle was just imagining it, but that did not matter. She pushed forward anyhow, and laid claim to that sinful, sweet mouth before her. She arched her waist and shoved forward with honest desire, and let her cock slide. It rolled against a smooth, sinful tongue, which stretched out like a landing ramp for her broad girth. She rolled past pink lips that were stretched wide, past a jaw that was somehow at just the right dimension to take her – as if Firefly had done this before.
Firefly did nothing more than wait there as the cock thrust home, drawing itself into her wide-open mouth. The sudden, brimming heat was truly intoxicating, Stelle found. The wash of saliva, the burning warmth of my mouth, was delightful. She groaned as the softness of lips and tongue and cheeks rubbed up against her, all without a hint of teeth. She pushed forward and rolled in with an almost unsure, tender stroke, just to understand what she was doing.
“Whoa,” Stelle breathed. “Hot.”
Firefly stared at her with twinkling eyes. That was it. Nothing more than that. This alluring, sexy, innocent, slutty tease of a woman, just kneeling there for her. It was crazy. It was insane. Selle felt a fire in her, and she knew that her Stellaron core was burning hot. The rapid pumping sent chaos-infused power along her veins, leaving her trembling.
“Sp hot,” Stlle breathed. She pushed forward with an experimental roll; fingers curled into her palms. She shuddered as the heat wrapped around her, as softness embraced her, until the head of her meaty prick was seen thudding against the back of Firefly's mouth – some five inches down out of her nine. A very significant depth, one that produced a sweet sputter.
And nothing else. No real reaction from Firefly, beyond that quick gurgle. The girl held her mouth open willingly, as if little more than a cocksleeve. A ridiculous notion for one that looked so sweet, but perfectly fitting for someone who had been such a tease this whole time. Stell was both entranced and infuriated. Some part of her wanted to treat Firefly like the total brat she was, and the other half wanted to –
Well, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter, she supped. She rolled her waist and shuddered out a hot breath of noise. She angled herself around, and fleet that tongue squished against her. The angle was weird, though, not quite as nice as it could have been. The squish was wonderful, yet moving felt difficult.
“That’s really good,” she said with a breathy noise. “You’ve… got a really nice mouth, Firefly.”
Firefly continued to stare. Stelle reached out with a hand and brushed bangs out of the girl's face where it had slipped from her awkward headband, then curled, scooping up a handful of silvery strands and tucking them back. At the same time, the Trailblazer rolled her hips and tried to pull out of that mouth. This wasn’t a blowjob, she understood that. This was a mouthfuck, and she had to do the work. Somehow, despite having no knowledge of what a mouthfuck actually entailed, her body still yet knew what to do about it.
She knew how to pull back. She felt the friction of a tongue against her girth, felt the warm press of cheeks along her shaft. The heat was simmering, the saliva was sloppy. It was beautiful. She groaned out that sordid breath of awe as she brought herself back, tugging out a swathe of that brutal truncheon from the gorgeous dimensions of Firefly's gaping mouth.
And then, back again. A forward thrust, firm and powerful. She drove forward, but it wasn't as hard as it could have been – yet not too soft, either. There was too much boiling blood in her, too much desire for this slutty tease, for her to even hope to pull back from it. She went in deep, rubbing her shaft all the way against that beautifully soft tongue. She felt it curl, almost moulding to her obscene underside, and adored it.
“Your tongue feels so nice,” Stele admitted thickly. “And it’s just so…hot. Did I say that already? Aeons…”
Stelle pumped into the base, to where her cock’s rubbery crown thudded against the entrance of her throat. The girl clearly did not have much of a gag reflex, or at least, not nearly enough of one to matter. The noises she made were purely physical reaction to stimuli, not any indication of strain. The wet slobbers were almost calculated to make Stelle as happy as possible, because they gushed up in a sinful song of lewdness.
Obscene, really. It prompted fingers to curl and breathe to hike. Stelle cupped the woman’s head from the top, still laced through her fingers, and pulled back – drawing her dick out in a grinding rub of sensation. These rubbing stimuli made her teeth chatter and her breath come out in a hot shiver. That warm, sweet tongue dragged against her, and those soft lips snagged along the veiny length of her broad girth. It was as if every facet of that mouth was meant for her, and she loved it.
Stelle released a low, frustrated groan of pleasure. On the one hand, this was all new to her. On the other hand, it felt like it was the exact place she was meant to be. None of that made sense, but she did not care. She thrust again, and she sent her cock drilling into that warm, wet, sopping seal of a mouth – harder that time, almost faster, her shaft sloshing across an overabundant wave of saliva to thud against the back of it.
Firefly sputtered a bit louder. The sound was hot and exciting, as was the way her head jerked back. The slosh of saliva warmed Stelle's dick as much as it lathered her, and she found it delightful. Sighing in confused pleasure, the Trailblazer rolled her waist around and dragged back – but the angle was still not as nice as it could have been, not quite so smooth as the situation warranted.
She looked into Firefly’s eyes, and saw nothing but acceptance. No, more than that – here was a depth there that was more than just ‘willing slutt’. This wasn’t some thankful girl, Stelle almost understood that- this was someone who wanted this. Someone who craved this. The look was almost crazed in its depravity, and it delighted her as much as it worried her.
Stelle sighed. “L-leet’s get your head a bit more comfortable, ok?”
It wasn’t really a question. It was a demand, and she used her hand to angle Firefly’s head up a fraction of an inch – a firm, manhandling stroke that made Firefly gurgle. Stelle’s other hand came around and caressed silver hair behind an ear in a cute, friendly gesture, before clamping her hand down on the side of her skull to lock it up in her firm hands.
One on top, one around the side, both grabbing and cupping. Her shaft slid out of those wide-opened lips, and then plunged right back inside; faster, that time. Harder, for sure. It dove into the riming froth of saliva, and churned it up into a richer, thicker lather. The slurps and the sputters became louder, to a point where it was downright depraved and pornographic.
The hot thud of flesh on flesh contact was entirely audible. She delved against the back of the girl’s mouth, inspiring a hot sputter of joy and a wave of fresh drool. It washed over the shaft of intoxicating strings that left Stelle’s pulse racing. She groaned in desire and moved around again, intent on just getting the most out of this. No thoughts, just the horny desire to fuck and to satisfy herself. Somehow, in the process, that would satisfy Firefly, too. She didn’t know how, but it seemed to be the only thing that made sense.
Stelle groaned and thrust into that open, sopping seal of a mouth with vigor. A hot grunt left her mouth, and was matched by a sticky sputter a second later. Firefly gurgled around her cock, but never quite gagged- just honest, happy, wet noises. She slurped and sputtered at it, her tongue roiling around to caress the broad girth as it plunged down. Stella felt utter elation fill her, and it prompted her fingers to curl harder.
“That’s so hot,” she whined. “So good – shucks, Firefly. C-can you take more?"
Something in Firefly's eyes said she could. She didn't answer, though. She remained on her knees, tits out, proud and sexy and confident. Stell was the one doing the work, and she was the one to take what she wanted, so she took. She pulled on that head as she thrust down, almost forcing Firefly deeper into her big dick. The new assault of heat was blissful, especially when she had another inch inside.
“Shit,” Stella swore. She yanked back, drawing the head off her shaft in tandem with her rising ascent. Another plunge, another downward thrust, going too far, too fast, hiding into a throat and drawing out a slurping gurgle of strain. Saliva was now bubbling up around Firefly’s pretty lips and pouring down her chin in strings, each one sloppy and thick. It was degrading, yet the girls wore it well.
Too well, maybe, as if this was Firefly’s natural state. Yet, she did nothing but take it. Saliva swung around her chin like spider's webs as Stelle truly began to pull on her head, using her hands to bring her skull up and down in tandem with her thrusts; her hips moving and swinging at the same time, buying her thickness deep into that slick, salivating cavern.
“So good,” Stelle groaned, luxuriating in new-but-familiar feelings surging through her. “Wow, oh, wow, Firefly…”
Strings of drool now spattered the girl’s heaving tits. Those big, bountiful mounds were collecting entire ropes of her own drool, and the stuff slid down along the rounded masses to gather in her cleavage. It made her look slick and shiny with lotion, and somehow, that, too, was insanely hot. Stelle also did not fail to notice the way that the friction of her thrusts made those its wobble: gentle things, but rising in ferocity by the moment.
Or maybe, it was because Firefly was heaving? By that point, she might have had trouble breathing. She was all but gagging on seven inches of dick at that point, and balls were thumping against her little chin. It was a lot of strain, and Firefly's eyes did wince on each deep pose. She had to be feeling it by that point. Stelle only treated it as a sexy curiosity, and did not relent. Firefly hadn’t told her to stop, and indeed, her hands had not left their thigh-cradling posture.
So she did not stop. The thrust into that hot, wet, churning mouth, battering away at the soft lining of it with deep impact. She crashed down to the sound of sloppy desire and pulled back to a wave of new breast-spattering froth. In, and out. She moved that head in tandem, dragging it another inch off, pushing it another inch deep. Hard, rolling strokes that saw her shaft sheath itself against something soft and spongy and rippling with muscular power, before pulling back again.
“Damn,” Stelle whined. She thrust and thwapped her balls against the woman’s chin, then pulled back again. Her fingers curled harder and gripped tighter, seeking a perfect angle of attack. It was a lot. She failed to get some traction, but she yanked and pushed and pulled in what was a full-on skull-fucking. “Ah, so good, Firefly, I…!”
Stelle was finding it harder and harder to maintain herself. Though somewhat familiar in a strange way, it was all new – and her cock throbbed harder and harder by the second. Wildly mouthfucking Firefly was an insane thing indeed, and seeing her take it so happily was just as exciting. It left Stelle's pulse racing, her cock throbbing, her balls tightening up, all in preparation for a fat load.
“Gonna cum,” she grunted. “Just – gonna – “
But she didn't know where the girl wanted it. Mouth? Face? Stelle did not know, but she couldn’t really control where it went. Heck, she couldn't even properly time it. She was too entranced, too dazed, to really focus on a good moment for it. She was midway through a retraction when her pleasure dipped her; her brow furrowed, her jaw clenched, and a whining gasp left her throat.
“C-cumming!” She groaned with a phatic whine. In that moment, a surge of bliss so pure and so hot filled cheer up that it was almost divine – a brief grasp of heaven in one ejaculation. The sensation of finally letting out a load that was real and proper and not because of her hands or a tory, a genuine sexual act of fulfillment, hit her so hard that it gave her whiplash.
She began to cum into that mouth, simple as that. Her dick burst into thorns and exploded like a volcano, offering up a bunch of seed that was months, or more, in the making. Hot, burning waves of baby-batter, slamming it against the sticky morass of Firefly's mouth. That wet cavern was now drowned in a denseness that was almost pasty-like, Stelle’s chagrin.
Not to Firefly’s. The girl took it eagerly, almost readily, and was gurgling upon that thick morass of cum without a single care in the world. Cum was drunk down into her throat even whilst it poured out over her chin in thick, sticky heaps, painting her in whiteness. Cum dripped along her jawline and over her breasts, spattering them in unrepentant obscenity.
Ot was hot. It was so crazy hot that Stelle could only groan. She bit her lip and curled her fingers down as Firefly took her load like that: Half swallowing, half gurgling, letting thick strands drop over her tits like an awful cream glazing. It was wonderfully depraved, and Stelle truly couldn't believe her eyes - couldn't believe that someone so cute and innocent would do Something so lewd.
She was so entranced that she barely noticed when she was done. She panted, almost winded. Firefly licked her lips and looked up at Stelle with giggling approval. “You came so much, Stelle. Were you that backed up?”
“I…” Stelle was barely sure of what to say. The moment was lewd and sext and depraved and she loved it. “...I guess so. I think, uh. I haven't… had that since, uh…”
She trailed off. She hadn't told Firefly about her amnesia-wakeup-birth-situation, and did not know how to explain it. She simply shrugged, lost in confused pleasure.
“Well, I'm happy you got so much out,” Firefly husked. Her voice was so low it was arousing. She leaned forward and slowly, slyly, ran her tongue across the cock's head, lapping up another rope of cum while seed dropped along the contours of her perfect breasts. “But you're still so hard…”
“I… guess I have a lot of stamina?” Stelle winced awkwardly. “Like a train.”
Firefly giggled and purred in equal measure. She started to get back up to her feet, and now started to pull on her dress - or, rather, sweep it down around her hips. She was getting more naked, to Stelle's baffled excitement. Her cock throbbed hard as those beautiful hips were revealed, and shuddered to see the simple, skimpy little underwear she had been so teased by.
"Ah… uhm..” Stelle stammend.
“Isn't there anything else I could do to take care of this?” Firefly asked in a sweet, soft voice, like a Girl Scout asking to sell cookies. At the same time, her finger traced along the brutal cock’s dimensions, swiping through the spit-based coating. “Anything at all?”
Stelle’s jaw chattered. “You could take your underw-”
Firefly already had. It left her in just her stockings and nothing else. Nothing. Stelle gulped, her throat sore and her cock pulsating with need. A deep, burning ache that demanded she be buried in soft, female flesh before the minute was up.
“Anything else?” Firefly cooed with wide, sweet eyes.
“I… really want to bend you over,” Stelle said in a hot, possessive voice of desire, “right over the railing, there. Please?”
She wasn't sure where that came from, but it seemed natural. Firefly, too, did not even ask a question. No, the girl was only too happy to abandon her clothing and twist around, showing off the beautiful curve of her ass. She stepped to the railing of the skyscraper, faced the dreamscape’s sunsetting, undefined perimeter, and leaned over. She grabbed the metal bracelet with her hands, arched her spine a bit, put her legs shoulder width apart, and shoved her plump ass back.
The pose was so picture-perfect it was pornographic. Stelle moaned with desire just to see it. That gorgeous body was bent at the waist for her nearly perfectly. Her tots were bouncing down beneath their own weight like huge, heavy slopes of side boob. Her spine arched to push her ass back, and Stelle saw how round and perfect it was. The upskirt shots did not even compare to the full, lush nudity of that rounded perfection.
And she could see Firefly’s sex, and it looked ready for her - as wide and wet as her mouth.
Stelle gulped.
“Please, satisfy yourself with my body,” Firefly purred in a manner too salacious to speak of. Her hips swayed left and right in an alluring wiggle, which somehow made her ass bounce ever so slightly. “It's the least I can do for my charming saviour."
Uh… yeah, uh-huh, that's me, the saviour,” Stelle sighed. She stepped right up behind the girl and tried to figure out what she was meant to do. She put one hand on the woman’s hips - wide and soft as they were - and grabbed her cock with the other hand. She had not done this before, and she wasn't sure how to line up.
Or had she? Somehow, her hand knew where to set her dick, how to bounce the slimy head against a slit to evoke a moan, then move further up, up, against dripping, dribbling folds, and then across the soft heat of insides. She applied pressure and found something giving way already. Firefly squeaked, and the sound alluded her in deeper.
Is this… right? Stelle wondered. It feels right, okay, think, Stelle, what do you do? Imagine this is your Lance, right, okay, uh… let’s, uh… is this in the Trailblaze handbook? Do we have one of those? Ah…
“Just shove it in me,” Firefly almost begged her – a mixture between sweet and savoury, some intoxicating thing between. She did not seem inclined to wait, and that broke through Stelles' inexperienced indecision. “Don’t hold back, Stelle. I’m here just for you, ok?”
And, really, with that kind of offer before her, what was Stelle going to do – say no? The fact was that the mouthfucking had been amazing and not nearly enough. She was frustrated, she was riled up, she was suffering through this girl’s not-innocent easing the entire day as well as the stupidity with Sampo, and now she just wanted to let loose. It was an instinctive, biological urge she could not relinquish, and with Firefly's pleading there too – well, Stelle was not responsible for what happened next.
At least, not on a biological, instinctive level. She sent her hips thrusting forward, then, in just another measured stroke of passion – just another firm, forward thrust. She dove into the hot, sweltering folds ahead of her, the ones that were so tantalizing wet against her tip this whole time. She’d known that Firefly was wet, she had felt it, but this – this was a woman who was so clearly drenched that it was insane.
Actually insane, and Stelle meant that even though she’d never ‘felt’ pussy before in her life. She knew that it was almost too wet to be believed, that she was thrusting into a damned sauna of heat and warmth and brimming arousal. It was luxurious and perfect at the same time, and she felt herself sigh with pleasure before she'd even gotten anywhere.
But she was getting somewhere. Her hips were rolling, her hands had herself braced, and she was thrusting into the warm, slick, syrupy heat of Firefly's core. Her shaft was driving into her with a steady, forward push, because that tunnel was so wet for her that it didn't need anything else. The pressure was minimal, the resistance was insignificant, and Stelle was sliding into the utter lushness of the female form.
It made her groan – and it was a hard-edged thing of confused satisfaction. A sudden, pressure-filled heat, assaulting her all at once. The insane tightness of a perfect body that was meant for her cock, somehow. Walls wrapped around her, grabbed, latched, and suckled. They pulled on her, dragging her in deeper. They called out to her, and they urged for more, and more, and more.
“Oh, Aeons,” Stelle gasped in an instant, because feeling pussy was different to imagining how it might feel. Lusting after hot babes across her journeys was very different from actually impaling one, a stranger more or less, like this. Her shaft was sliding into that tight embrace, enfolded by walls that were so tight that it was insane. She felt her jaw chatter and her fingers curled. She gripped Firefly’s waist and gasped hard, as if her life depended on it. “It’s so….!”
“Yes, Stelle,” Firefly said with a beautifully horny sigh. “Just shove it in me, ok? Don’t think about anything else, please!”
Innocent pleading. Wide eyes staring over at her shoulder with utter, sordid lust. Firefly was in a league of her own, and Stelle was entranced and horny beyond measure. The least she could do was buck her hips hard, with ragged enthusiasm. She sent herself sliding into that perfect heat, buying herself into that devious, delicious tunnel with force. She shoved herself down, and she pushed herself forward, feeling Firefly's insides grind against her shaft.
Tightness reigned supreme. Insiders clamped down around her, holding fast to her broad-fleshed girth. It was a pleasure unlike anything she could properly imagine. Tighter tahna mouth, absolutely. Warmer and wetter too. Similar, but just better in every way: plush and velvety and slick and just so, so perfect. Stelle groaned as the oppressive heat washed around her, as the juices dribbled and gushed, as Firefly sighed with throaty desire.
“Yesssss,” the girl mewled happily, almost too happily, like a long-lost lover in lust. “That’s soooo good, Stelle, I love how you're filling me up…”
“You’re so – so wet,” Sylle said with rough gasps. Her hand rolled along Firefly's flank and hooked tight. The other one left her cock, for she did not need that grip; she moved to pam a handful of soft, squishy assflesh. “Is it normal to be this wet? You’re dripping…”
Firefly's look was serene, yet her smile was salacious indeed. “I’m wet just because of you, Stelle. This is how bad I wanted you.”
Stelle was going to faint if she heard words like that. Her face was already as red as could be, she was sure, but she did not want to complete this catch. She wouldn’t be some rookie sports player or some guy who couldn't clutch and got kicked out of a game of Valorant: Counter Offensive. No, Stelle would have this, absolutely.
“That’s really, really sexy,” she praised. Her hips rolled, moving into that tightness. She couldn't get all the way in on her first thrust, but that was okay; she had time. She had Firefly willingly bent over against a railing: she could do what she wanted. That gorgeous beauty was there for her, moaning for her cock even when she pulled out – and she would savour every delicious, delectable inch of it. Backward she moved and rolled, grinding her fatness free -the tightness almost clinging to her haft in a way that was truly insane.
Impeccable, even. Stelle could not imagine something so good, but there it was, grabbing onto her with a life of its own. Shivering, the Trailblazer yanked herself halfway free to the sound of a thick slosh. Juice's brimmed folds wrapped tight, such that she could see the insane grip of it all. It was so, so perfect that the call of nature burned hot within her pulse.
“You feel so good,” she groaned as she thrust herself forward again, almost feverishly pushing into that squelching tightness. Juices bubbled up in an insane heap and Firefly moaned with delicious intensity that made Stelle’s head spin. “You’re so tight, it’s so good…”
“Just for you,” Firefly told her, eyes wide and hot and fierce. This was not a look of innocence, but of untamed, wild desire, like someone had jammed all that lust into a jack-in-the-box that Stelle unsuspectingly wound open. “So please, fuck me good!”
It was so, so dirty, and Stlle was totally into it. She groaned as she thrust forward, trying her best to work her dick into that slick, perfect tightness. As walls rubbed against her, she felt a surge of glee she could scarcely imagine. She dove forward into the sopping furnace of the woman’s core and penetrated her out wide, stuffing her up to the brim with her shaft – almost all the way in, now.
Firefly moaned about it. A hot, sexy sound that was untamed and wild. Cute, girlish, almost, but definitely lewd as sin. They were lucky they were in a secret base, because otherwise, those moans would carry far. As it was, Stelle indulged and pulled with her waist, moving her hips around in a hot, surging roll of excitement. She pulled out, and felt slick pussy grab fast; the motion of movement was so good it was insane.
“I love how big you feel inside me,” Firefly cooed as Stelle drew back. The girl was hornier than Stelle herself was, somehow. “You feel amazing, Stelle.”
“I, uh, g-glad to hear it?” Stelle felt confused, but so, so into it. This is so crazy hot…”
She drove down again. Hard, fast, and rough, her cock slammed into the gushing channel before her. This time, though, the firefly did not remain still. She pushed back from the railing just a bit, throwing her ass back into Stelle’s lap. This time, the entirety of that engorged, nine-inch slab plowed into her core, reaming it out around her. Firefly moaned hard, but it was a happy, sloppy noise – one that baffled as much as it pleased.
Stelle groaned of her own accord, because that deliciously fat ass smacked against her hips just right. The insane clap of flesh sent it jiggling away from the point of impact, and it looked hotter than anything Stelle could imagine. She swept her hand around to capture those jiggles, as if she could contain them; she could not, so the best she could do was squeeze down and grope viciously.
“You’re so hot,” she praised. “This is crazy, but so good.”
“It’s just – your reward,” Firefly told her in that innocent-but-not voice. Stelle laughed and groaned and squeezed the delicious ass ahead of her, using it as a handlebar to help thrust forward. These were movements that Steller was not used to, that she’d never really done before – and yet, somehow, her hips seemed to understand what to do.
Her muscles didn't ache that much, as if she had used them before. Maybe, it was muscle memory of some kind. Maybe not. Sttelle was not about to stop and start getting a physical exam. She just moved, just swept around, thrusting into that mottled core and hammering away with an ever-rising tempo and passion that couldn’t be contained.
At the same time, Firefly bounced back. With her hands on the railing, she was throwing her ass back against her lap and herdick, fuckign herself onto it. The sight of it was insane. The eagerness was almost appallingly gorgeous. The way that her ass bounced and clapped and thudded against Stelle’s bucking hips was intoxicating, and she embraced it wholeheartedly.
“Harder,” Fireefly groaned. “Use me, Stelle!”
“O-okay!” Stelle yelped her assent. She gripped Firefly's waist just that much firmer and exerted her strength to yank the beauty back; her ass collided with Stelle’s thrusting hips with a thick-sounding thwap of passion. Assflesh billowed out into sinful wobbles of pleasure, making Stelle grunt with delight. She smashed down and forward, moving her hips harder, her toned stomach muscles now flexing with more strength and more passion.
“Fuck me,” Firefly moaned, or begged, or something like it. “Whatever you want, I’m yours, ok? Use me however!”
Stelle growled out a noise of lustful praise. She squeezed that fat ass hard, bending the soft,putty-like flesh even as it bounced and trembled in her lap. Watching it clap against her hips was so hot that it was insane, and seeing every jiggle made her pulse skyrocket. As Firefly threw her ass back – now helped by Stelle’s strong hands – it only got hotter and hotter.
Stelle couldn’t resist it. She swung her hand back, then smashed it down against that jutting shelf of assmeat, clapping the white skin just that much harder. The impact caused Firefly to moan like a whore; her spine arched, her ass pushed up, and her body seemed to wriggle with passion.
“Oh, yes!” Firefly gasped. “I love that!”
“You’re so crazy hot,” Stelle groaned. She smacked that fat ass again, then arched her hand around to get a better grip on Firefly's waist. Her hips were bucking harder now, thrusting faster, her muscles burning up as she used more power to hammer away. “I love it.”
She hammered into the girl from behind, pounding her ass with glee. The flesh spanked and thwapped away from each beautiful point of impact, to her joy. It was like a hip-rest for Stelle to indulge in, and she wildly did so with each slamming thrust. She crashed down into that molten, juicy slit, where walls wrapped tight. Her balls smacked against lower folds, and drew back with strings of aroused wetness connected to her.
Firefly accepted it all with a lust that was almost disturbingly perfect. The girl squeezed the railing and thrust back as best as she could, actively making it sloppier. Her big tits wobbled beneath her like milky bags, little more than udders at that point. Her hair bounced about her shoulders and her head flickered around, alternating between looking at Stelle or looking at the skyline ahead.
And she moaned constantly. Sometimes her sounds were cute, sometimes they were depraved, and all of it delighted Stelle. The noises washed through her ears, exciting her further. The girl gasped and grunted and groaned, her hands pawing at skin that seemed to grow more slick with exertion by the second.
“Do you think –“ Stelle grinned between thrusts, “They can hear us come up here?"
“Maybe they can, I don’t care,” Firefly gasped out with lustful praise. “Just keep on using me like – like your cocksleeve, Stelle!"
“Aeons,” Stelle whined, “That’s so depraved it’s crazy.”
She watched Firefly rock with her thrust, saw her breasts quiver and her ass shake. Heck, even her plump thighs were shaking with each fierce push. By that point, Stelelee was almost hammering her int the railing, fucking her so that her swinging tits were smacking against the metal bars. It was insane. It was crazy hot. Steellee watched it all, noticing even the bouncing stands of hair in her way.
And that hair – so long, so soft, so pullable. Her hands, like before, like the first time she'd seen Firefly, tensed. Something instinctive welled up within her, and that urge could not be quenched. Growling, she struck out without asking for permission; she grabbed a fistful of that long, silver hair, right at the teal roots, and pulled hard.
“MHM!” Firefly yelled out. “YES!”
Suddenly, everything was tighter, now. Everything was a quivering hot mess around her shaft as Firefly squealed in delight. Her head was gently pulled back, tilted on its axis, as her hair was snugly pulled and yanked and used like a leash. The pleasure expressed by the girl was so depraved that it was divine. Stelle could see the passion in her eyes.
She did not let up. She used the hair as leverage to pull, to thrust, and to slam away. She pounded into her molten core and nailed her against the railing, leaving her rocking on hands and knees. More and more did Firefly need to adjust her grip, lest she slip. It was hot. Every movement, every action, was like something out of a wet dream, and Steelle was hopelessly hooked on it.
“You feel so good around me,” Stelle said with husky praise. “So soft and – wet – and – ugh –“
She groaned, swung her wrist around, and drilled in faster, harder, and deeper. Or she tried to, at least, but that fat ass was in the way, clapping beautifully yet refusing to let her really smash her way down. She guaranteed and pulled on her leash of hair, inspiring new, orgasmic squeaks. Firefly was loving it, clearly. Stelle was not sure she’d ever heard such honest, husky joy.
"You're so good, Stelle, you're always so good, yessss,” the girl gasped out with glee. “Oh, gosh, oh gosh, yes, yes –“
Stelle gritted her teeth. Her lips were aching, and her hands were itching to do more. She didn’t understand that desire, but she knew she had to get it. She spanked Firefly's ass again, then squeezed into the skin until it bulged out around her fingers. She groped it possessively, until – when she pulled away – a friction-red imprint of her hand was left behind.
She then reached down and scooped up one of those insanely plush thighs. She pulled, causing Firefly to yelp; her eyes went wide with surprise. Stelle, however, did not let up. She leaned forward, pulling all the while, manhandling this girl with lustful ease.
“Hold on,” she said in a low, husky voice of desire. “This leg's coming up.”
She meant t. She yanked on Fiefly’s right leg, pulling it up into the air – up and up, swinging it around, until I was almost against her shoulder; halfway flopped over her left arm. Firefly's entire body rotated, until it was easier for her to grab onto Stelle rather than hold the bar with both hands. Now, it looked like Stelle was performing a standing splits, with her torso perpendicular to the floor and railing.
“This is so hot,” Firefly told her, almost gushing with praise. “You’re incredible!"
“That’s my line,” Stelle breathed. She held Firefly’s leg close to her as she continued to pound away at the juice-soaked linen of her lit, and was now able to really move her hips just that much further, just that much better. Maybe just one extra much, if that at all – but the depth felt perfect.
She crashed home with hard, thunderous pushes. She pounded into that slick core on her next, hard push, driving all nine and something inches of her big dick into that tight sheath of flesh. Skin hit skin, causing Firefly’s raised leg to wobble. Her thighs, stocking and all, veritably jiggled against the impact, luscious as it was.
“So deep!” Firefly praised. “I love it!”
Stelle gripped her leg and hip and fondled her waist as she swung her hips around again; pulling back, drawing free, watching tight folds refuse to let go of her huge cock. The group was still as insane as ever. He could not imagine something so tight around her, honestly, but there was, like a liquid-filled glove across her shaft.
Stelle did not speak, but only concentrated on the movements. She gripped onto Firefly and pulled and shoved, hammering into that tunnel with passion. She thundered down to the hilt again, and clapped against those soft, upturned thighs. Legs rocked and quivered against her in a sensation that was so beautiful she could scarcely believe it. Growling, Stelle tightened her grip and moved harder, intent on getting everything out of this and then some besides.
After all, Stelle had not fucked since waking up. She had not gotten laid across the entirety of their adventures, even when being teased by all these hot babes - the Himekos and the Yukongs and the Kafkas and the Robins of the world. She did not know if she'd ever have sex again period, let alone be lucky enough to band this strange girl once more. It was, thus, a true, biological imperative to get every last second's worth out of this debauchery encounter on the rooftops.
She slammed into Firefly from behind, railing her into the railing. As she hammered down to the hilt, the beautiful minx cried out long and hard. Loud enough for her sounds to reverberate off buildings made of spun dreams and constructed fantasy, perhaps loud enough to hit the ears of architects and passerby far below. Stelle did not care in the slightest, and neither, it seemed, did Firefly.
“Yes, just use me!” Firefly cried out with a glee so perverse it was debated. “Please, just use me like - like your toy, please!”
“S-Shit,” Stelle swore hard. “Ah… March says to never say no to a cute girl…!’
Firefly mewled as Stelle plowed into her form behind, hammering away at the soft curve of her ass and the joyous softness of her thighs. Skin squished and compressed ravenously, almost raggedly, as she drilled down forward. The sexy slut rocked on her one good leg and wailed as she was plowed forward into the railing, seemingly into all of it. No, she was into all of it. Totally hopelessly, adoring of every last thrust and push and slam.
Firefly rocked and wobbled on her one leg, which continued to bend as pressure was applied to it. Her entire body shook, but that only made her sexier. Her fat, heavy tits sloped with the weight of gravity and slumped one against the other; the top breast weighed down into the bottom one, and the bottom hanging in a gorgeously fleshy arc. Beautiful, savoury, and absolutely tantalizing in the way that they wobbled so lewdly.
Each thrust sent them quivering against one another. They bounced and wobbled up and down, backward and forward, shaking and shivering oh-so-delectably. The way that they clapped against one another was so sexy that it was insane, and sometimes the cum would still drop off them. Stelle was hopelessly, lustfully, fascinated. She sighed out a throaty noise of bliss as she pounded forward in sharp arcs, intent on making them bounce around.
They wobbled. They quivered. Stelle was delighted. Groaning and huffing, she gripped Firefly tighter, her hands squeezing at her flesh hard enough to leave marks, while propelling her forward with such hard slams that those tits were sent shivering. Stelle could barely help herself. She hissed out a happy breath of pure lust and reached around with her right hand on a whim - and then slapped.
“Stelle!” Firefly squealed with glee. She shuddered and moaned as her tit was slapped so roughly by Stelle’s powerful hand. The flesh bounced out of the way joyously, then settled into another series of quivers. “Ohh, yesssss!”
Stelle groaned. She squeezed Firefly’s leg and held her up, keeping her rocking with each thrust. Firefly, in turn, teetered messily. Her hand grasped the railing very tightly, now. The other tried to hold onto Stelle’s bicep, and was now squeezing rather tightly. It was all so very beautifully desperate, and Stelle drank it in. She grunted and pounded, swung her hips around in hard, feral, rutting strokes, in and out, again, and again.
She slapped for a second time, causing Firefly to moan violently. This time, her insides tightened up hard. It was a squelching, clenching thing that made her cock throb harder - but Stelle didn't stop. She dug her fingers into that plush, heavenly breast, and bent it out of shape in her hand. The skin was so perfect, so pliant, that it was almost insane. The way that it overspilled from her fingers was beyond delicious.
A tight, perfect grip; she squeezed it, squished it, played with that heavy, fluffy titty, bending and mauling with each rough touch. As she toyed with it, she thrust forward hard and fast - plowing, banging, crashing home, causing thighs to quiver like jelly and an ass to clap like a drum. Firefly was sent rocking again and again, every inch of her just shaking like a gorgeous whore in heat.
“Stelle, yessss, you’re fucking me so hard!” Firefly cried out. “I love it! I always love it! Oh, you’re sooooo good!”
“You’re so - hot - “ Stelle gasped. She was panting now, her brow tight with concentration. She groaned and grunted, sweat dripping off her forehead. She felt way too hot now, but that was because she had her shirt on still. She was cloyed, but she tried not to let it bother her too much. She simply focused on fucking, on swinging her hips around with roughshod desperation, because she wasn’t sure if she would ever get this chance again - either with this girl, or anything else.
Because of that, she hammered away with fervent, greedy movements. She was indulging in a way that was inherently untenable; over-enthusiastic thrusts bled stamina and power down faster and faster. She gasped and panted as she pounded, her hair flopping around in front of her eyes until they stung - such was the desperation. She plowed headlong into that silken furrow to the sound of sweaty claps and thuds, the sounds themselves cloyed with strain.
“So good!” Firefly moaned. “Yes, yes, you’re - you’re hitting my womb, oh, you’re so good -”
Stelle grunted. She spanked that fat ass below her once more, and then gripped a handful of smooth skin. She groped into whatever she could, from ass to thighs to tits, just bending it like putty-filled palmfuls. She gasped harder, eyes stinging, sweat dripping, railing the gorgeous girl in a way that left her cock throbbing and pounding hard - harder than it ever had before.
“You’re fucking me so good,” Firefly gasped throatily. “You’re - you’re gonna make me cum, Stelle, oh, please, don’t stop - !”
Stelle groaned and panted and husked as she rammed Firefly into the railing. Her heart was pounding between her ears, or something like it. The girl’s quivering, shaking glee was addictive. The look on her face was rapturous. She seemed to love being fucked like a total, utter whore in heat, a mere slut for Stelle’s cock through and through. She was quivering for it, whining for it, cumming for it -
When that hit, it was almost brutal. It was a sudden, tight, clamping thing, wet and hot and utterly unyielding. It was a tight, rippling tunnel of milking perfection that left Stelle’s cock jumping and twitching. The Trailblazer gasped hard. She thrust roughly. Her pace jaggedly rolled and ground around, her strength failing her as the grasping seal drove her absolutely wild.
“Oh, f-fuck,” Stelle swore raggedly. “I….!”
Firefly quivered in ecstatic glee. She threw her head forward, and her hair fell about her like a curtain. Her thighs were quivering. Her body was shivering. Every bit of her was shaking in satisfaction, and Stelle could barely handle it. The tight squeeze of inner muscles was too milking, too hot, for her to bear. Her eyes squeezed shut in glee, and her breath came out in a sloppy, sordid moan.
“I - I can’t -” She stammered. Firefly, however, did not listen. She was too focused on her own pleasure to notice, too busy cumming her brains out against the railing to mind and notice. Stelle felt desperate, though. Her cock was twitching too hard, her balls aching too much, her stamina waning far too hard. Her hand snapped out and grabbed a fistful of silver hair to tug it back roughly, just to yank Firefly back into coherence. “Firefly, I’m close, I’m too close - !”
“Kay!” Firefly gasped with glee. “Pull out and cum all over me, Stelle!”
Stelle whined and nodded. She spanked a fat titty one last time, then roughly tugged out. An obscene pop rang out through the air as she did so. A noise of regret left her mouth as the feeling of squishy tightness and dripping wetness abandoned her. She wanted to be inside, cumming hard - but she obliged, and pulled out. She drew back, almost stumbling, her cock jumping in her hand.
Firefly, though, was equally happy to oblige. She swung herself down and around and dropped to her knees, easy as could be. She grabbed Stelle’s cock and happily pumped at it in her hand, jerking it once, twice, just enough to leave Stelle a throbbing mess of desire. The Trailblazer groaned and threw her head back with heated desire, which lasted for just one more moment before the flood.
Cum came spurting out in thick, gushing rushes. It began to spatter across Firefly's upturned face and chest, as if the girl thrived on it. It, mixed in with the already apparent cum matting from before and started to run against the sweat-slicked curvature of her body, leaving everything shiny.
Cum hung over her cheeks and ran down her chin. A strand forced her to close an eye. Another was over her nose, and one was on her forehead. Yet more of the thick, gooey release pumped out across her breasts, leaving them glazed with seed. It was a ridiculously sloppy view, almost incoherently lewd for two strangers- but maybe, that was the point? Stelle would never do this again with this particular beauty.
“So much!” Firefly giggled. “Very impressive.”
“I guess, uh, you could say that,” Stelle breathed - and kept breathing, because gosh, she was a bit winded. That took a lot of the air out of her sails. Going twice in a row and fuxking so hard after a day of movement, running, and combat, had put her stamina down to eerily low levels. Almost panting, she swiped her sweaty gray hair out of her face. “Sex is a lot more tiring than they make it seem like…”
“That's why you gotta stay hydrated and have lots of electrolytes,” Firefly said to her. Stelle blinked and frowned, now left to wonder just how knowledgeable this girl really was. “But it's okay if you're tired; You went really hard for a while.”
“Yeah,” Stelle agreed, before wincing a bit. “I mean, was that alright?”
“Mhm!” Firefly's eyes sparkled. “It was excellent.”
“Great. Cool. Thanks.” Stelle cleared her throat. Unfortunately for her, all of her internet experience did not actually tell her what to do once sex was done, and she hesitated for a moment. “Erm… thanks for, uh… that?”
Stelle held her fist out for a fist bump.
Firefly laughed and took her hand, mistakening the gesture- rather thankfully - as some assistance to be lifted to her feet. She moved with a remarkable bounce of her breasts, then settled on her feet. “It was a lot of fun, Stelle. I hope you enjoyed your, ah, reward as much as I did.”
“For sure,” Stelle agreed a bit awkwardly. As her eyes feasted on the sight of Firefly's sweaty, cum covered body, she could only sigh with lingering arousal. “I'm not really sure what to say, uh, here, I mean, I think I've gotta meet up with my friends, But…”
Firefly shook her head. “That's more than fine. I think I've taken up a lot of your time, anyway.”
“But maybe, uhm.” Stelle bit her lip. “Normally, March- er, my friend - takes pictures, selfies, or like, remembrances…? So maybe we could…”
She trailed off, but Firefly was picking up what she was putting down. “A selfie? I don't really know how to do those, but sure, let's go for it!”
It was not Stelle's first selfie with a beautiful girl lodged into her side, but it was her first post sex Selfie: Herself in her baggy sweater, face red with exertion, hair modestly sweaty, and her dick out, all while one arm was wrapped around naked shoulders. She had a cute, equally nude girl tucked into her flank, her tits out, her face and chest smothered in cum. It was a ridiculously lewd and depraved sight, if Stelle was being entirely honest; Firefly’s two-finger peace salute really didn't help with that.
But, it was something she'd treasure and hope her friends didn't find it. It was really only later, when she left Firefly for good and returned to the Astral Express investigation team, that she realized two things: one, Firefly had never put her number in Stelle's phone, and two, that she had never actually explained why the Bloodhound Family had been after her. The promise of explanations was gone with the wind, it seemed.
“Het, Stelle?” March 7th asked her as they made to retire for the day. “Why do you look drenched in sweat? Why is your hair all, like… Messy and stuff?”
Stelle had to really think about that one. “I was chasing fireflies,” she'd replied, which she thought was a pretty clever line. The others didn't think so, and promptly tucked her into another lesson of ‘proper Trailblaze Activities while on a mission.’
As far as her first trip to Penacony went, though, Stelle was already making some damn fine memories.
A lot of things had happened since arriving on the floating airship that was to host IPC negotiations with Penacony’s representatives, with a dash of Nameless thrown in. It had been a really crazy set of things, really, and Stelle felt like she barely had enough of a moment to actually relax around it. It was supposed to be her vacation, but like everything else on Penacony so far, things had taken a turn for the drastic way too fast and way too quick.
First, she’d been shown around by the awfully pretty Robin, who moved around with a grace that was honestly admirable. The swish of her short skirts had, however, been almost agonizing, and it brought Stelel’s mind to her impromptu rooftop jaunt before literally everything had gone to metaphorical shit. One last moment of levity before the hammer had come down and left her head spinning ten ways to Sunday.
Quite literally, to Sunday.
After Robin came Topaz. Gorgeous, stunning Topaz, with her short, white hair, and her ridiculously great ass in her leotard-shorts-thing – Stelle was not sure what to call it. She knew she shouldn’t have been staring, but just like how she’d stared at Firefly’s ass that entire day, she was – here and again – staring now. She couldn’t help it. Her mind was filled with half-illicit memories she felt like she should have forgotten, but now could not help but hold on to.
Then, Jade. Stupid, sexy Jade, with her shirt nonexistent and her lace bran out around the swells of her chest. Stelle had found herself unconsciously comparing her bust size to Firefly in her mind, which was probably not the right thing to do at all. Yet, she'd done it anyway, because that was all that dominated Stelle’s head, now. Her mind was stuck on those very things, and she just couldn’t get them out.
“Are you okay, Stelle?” March 7th would ask whenever Stelle would stop short and cover her nose to hide the random nosebleeds that seemed to be occurring ad-hoc. Or, particularly, whenever she saw a really hot, really sexy girl, and found her mind drifting back to moments she shouldn’t be remembering.
“Yeah,” Stelle choked out each and every time. “I’m good.”
“Your face is red and your – is your nose bleeding? Again!?”
“No,” said Stelle as her nosebleed thickened.
“Oh, my gosh,” March 7th whined. She slapped Stelle’s hand out of the way and pushed a few napkins up against her face, as if to choke her to death. “Why does this keep happening? Is your mind in the gutter again?”
“Again?” Stelle frowned and shook her head with regret. “I never got it out of there.”
March 7th’s heavy gaze had been particularly amusing, even if it was directed at her total expense. Still, Stelle knew she might- maybe – have had a problem. Just a bit of one, maybe. Perhaps. It was, it seemed, a bit regretful, when her mind was so eerily focused on what had happened on the rooftop. But, what was she meant to do about it? She had never gotten laid before, and experiencing it had been a mind-consuming experience of delight.
And then, Firefly had died.
And then she hadn’t, because she was actually a terrorist. Or, whatever a Stellaron Hunter passed for. And she had a mech suit, which was really cool but also very unfuckable, so Stelle had to consider the dividends. She would not say she was, perhaps, addicted to her, but she was very addicted to the thought of what had happened, and that kept itself at the forefront of her mind.
And then, everything went to shit.
Sparkle – the girl who pretended to be Sampo – decided to plant bombs on the ship. One thousand of them, apparently, which was a really large number to be on an airship. She wasn't even sure if they could have that many on board, but that was what they had been told, and that was what they had to do: find all one thousand bombs, fakes and all, and stop the real one – or something like that. Honestly, Stelle stopped listening after the first ‘bomb’ hit her ears.
Scrambling around with everyone on board to find them whilst evacuations were scrambled to the best of their minimal capabilities was not Stelle’s definition of a good leg day. It definitely wasn't in her repertoire to be rushing around from spot to spot, trying to find bombs. It was made even worse for the fact that Sparkle seemed to know Stelle’s affinity for trash cans, and refused to put any of the bombs inside. That, itself, was pretty dang insulting, if she did say so herself.
But finally, eventually, they made it through nine hundred and ninety-nine bombs. Sparkle sent out a victorious text with the location of the last bomb, which happened to be on the pool deck – and where Stelle was closest. She found herself running there, feet clipping across the wood floor, her eyes looking around for what might or might not be a bomb, all as the timers began to click down to a catastrophic detonation.
Maybe Stelle should have been paying more attention to herself, or maybe she should have been more aware, but when she looked forward and saw the figure of Firefly standing by the poolside, she more or less just short-circuited.
There's no way, her brain thought. She scrambled to a stop, trying to arrest her momentum. It did not go to plant whatsoever, because she had been moving too fast, too far, and her feet were already on the slippery pooldeck. She was sent sliding, her body almost crashing forward. She yelped, she hollered, and she offered a single noise of pitiful warning. Firefly turned to look at her with wide, surprised eyes – and then yelped as Stelle hit her.
The two girls were sent tumbling back into the shallow pool water. There was a loud splash and a jarring rush. Stelle found herself terribly, horribly disoriented for a second, with her cheek mashed against something very uncomfortable – the hard floor of the bottom of the pool. There was water in her mouth and up her nose, which was a very unpleasant sensation indeed.
“Oh my gosh! Stelle!” Firefly yelped. Stelle heard her voice through thick water- because that was quite literally what was going on. The water drowned her ears, making it hard to really hear anything of note. Still, she felt hands pulling her up, and Stelle did her best to drag her sopping wet head of raccoon-shaggy hair out of the pool that threatened to drown her.
She gasped and heaved as she was lifted into a rough sitting position. She was soaked across the front and was busy snorting water out of her nose. There were hands on her face too, caressing her wildly, almost stroking her down – smoothing out water-logged hair, cleaning up the mess that had gathered around her cheeks.
“Are you okay, Stelle!?” Said the panicked voice of Firefly. “Do you need help? Do you want me to do mouth-to-mouth?!”
“M-mouth to…” Stelle’s face began to burn red. Her head creaked on its swivel as she tourned ot look at SFirefly, who was also in the pool of water – and just like Stelle, soaked down to the bone. Water drenched every bit of her torso, so that her signature teal dress was plastered to her figure. Of course, Stelle had already seen her naked, but the way that the fabric clung to her egregious curves, how it wrapped around the swell of her fantastic tits and across her luscious thighs, was insane. “Oh.”
“Your face is so red,” Firefly gasped, as if worried. “Stelle…!”
“I’m – I’m fine,” Stelle tried to reassure her. She also found it insanely hard to keep her eyes off her thighs. Or her outlined tits, or her flat stomach. Or – anything, really. “N-now I know why they say not to run on the pooldeck…”
…And also why wet t-shirt contests are so hot, Stelle mused.
Firefly looked at her and giggled a bit. “Well, I guess you’re feeling better if you can crack jokes.”
“Yeah…” Stelle swallowed hard. She tried to rise up out of the pool, and gingerly helped Firefly – or SAM, was it? – to her feet. It was incredibly unnerving, like the worst sort of whiplash. “Erm…”
Firefly ockced her head. Her hands were in front of her again in that schoolgirl pose, with her forearms bunching up her impressive tits into something truly sinful. Just staring at it was giving Stelle a hard on again, and –
“As much as I like it when you stare,” Firefly said, “We miiiight not have the time, uhm, right now…”
Stelle coughed and jerked her head back. “R-Right, bomb, uh, there’s a bomb on board –“
“I know,” Firefly said. “Half an hour ago, I got a text explaining what was going on, so I rushed over…”
Firefly explained her situation to Stelle, who listened with a bit of perplexity. She was shown the final bomb, because Firefly had gotten the coordinates as well; the thing was counting down from twenty-eight minutes to presumably zero. She explained that she could not disable it without finding the creature, that it had failsafes – the works.
Stelle listened to it all very, very stoically, hand on her chin, brows furrowed. And then, when Firefly was done and looked at her as if expecting a solution, Stelle said, “Mommy… I don’t want to die…”
Which might not have been the right thing to say when faced with annihilation, but it made Firefly snort. “Stelle, this is probably not the time to be calling me mommy, ok? But later, maybe!”
The words hit Stelle hard and left her red and mortified all over again. She did her best to twist her treacherous tongue into a knot and stop talking entirely. For all the help that was, though, because everything seemed to be following a path that Stelle found distasteful. They could not find Sparkle, and Firefly seemed to think that the only way to deal with the bomb was to carry it off herself – to detonate it beyond the current dream, deeper into the Memetic Zone, where no life could be found, and then carry herself to her destined third death.
Stelle tried to stop it, because it seemed like a terrible, pointless thing to do. Firefly didn’t seem to think so, or just didn’t seem to care, because she sadly donned her armour and simply shook Stelle’s hand.
“I’m really glad we got to share one last time together,” Firefly said, which made absolutely zero sense to Stelle since they’d only shared one time together in the entirety of her life. But, with that, the impressive armour suit was gone into the sunset, carrying a bomb that would kill her. Stelle promised to watch it until the end, because that was the least she could do for the memory of this teasing, heroic Stellaron Hunter.
Except, that was not the case. Instead, the bomb exploded into a shower of fireworks, each one more impotent than the last – but still utterly pleasant for it. Stelle was left floundering, almost jerking with confusion, when she realized that the entire thing had just been some stupid, silly set-up. All that running, all that panic, had been a trap, a trick, a prank, a meme, by Sparkle. All that worry, for nothing.
Even being carried off into the sunset by Firefly after, going on a superhero’s flight in the arms of her mech suit, was not enough to take away from those feelings of frustration and annoyance and aggravation. Even if it was nice to soar through the air as a high-powered exosuit, this was not to her liking whatsoever.
“This was so dumb,” Stelle declared as they were kilometers high in the air.
“At least we got to see each other again,” Firefly said in the voice of SAM, which was distinctly unsexy. “And my promised third death did not come to pass.”
Stelle screwed up her face and slapped SAM’s chest.
“Hey,” warned Firefly. “You can’t slap those.”
“You lied to me from the very start,” Stelle pouted. “And you totally distracted me on the roof and told me nothing.”
Firefly laued shyly through her helmet’s voice speakers. “Yeah…”
“And you left without saying anything at all,” Stelle continued. “That was mean.”
“Sorry,” Firefly said yet again. “That was what the script called for…”
“It was mean, and I hope you feel bad about it,” Stelle said with a huffy breath.
The armour remained featureless, but Firefly’s voice did not. “Hey… you have a room here on the ship, right?”
Stelle frowned, trying to parse out the new inflection in conjunction with the mechanical crawl of SAM’s voice. “Yeah…?”
“Then how about I fly you there,” Firefly purerd through SAM’s voice, “and make it up to you the best way I know how?”
On the one hand, Stelle shivered. On the other hand…
“I know that’s really sexy, but when you’re dressed as a giant machine man and you’ve got a voice like a gearbox, it’s kinda hard to get in the mood,” Stelle told her.
SAM laughed. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll try again.”
“Stelle, the doorknob is right there –“
“Nggh, right –“
“No, that’s my ass – and that’s my thigh! No, the door –“
They thumped into the bedroom in a rather undignified sweep, but they made it nonetheless. It was just pretty hard to navigate properly when Stelle was carrying Firefly up in her arms, when she had her bunched up over her strong, firm forearms. The girl’s body was heavy, surprisingly so, but Stlele did not think about that as he pitched her forward into the bedroom. She was way too focused on the feeling of lips against her mouth, each kiss hot and wet and sticky and perfect.
They were making out rather ravenously, all told. The touches ranged from soft and sweet to sinful and depraved, and Firefly knew what she was doing when she thrust her tongue deep into Stele’s drooling mouth. She had far more skill and far more talent than one would ever assume for someone of her type and size and innocence, but there was no true innocence there in the least. Firefly was a teasing, sexy minx, a slutty maestro of the bedroom, and it showed.
Aeons, it showed.
She kissed circles around Stelle. Her tongue moved and rolled and filled her mouth with spit that the girl could only diligently suckle down. At least, it was sexy and all hell – Stelle knew that distinctly. Her hands squished into the fat mounds of the girl’s ass beneath her dress, fondling the huge, heavy curves with glee. Everything was so soft, so putty-like, that it was insane. It was all insane. She was loving it, well and truly and honestly.
“Stelle, put me down,” Firefly purred between kisses. “Let’s get naked, ok?”
“That’s so hot,” Stelle groaned. She put Firefly down as tenderly as she could manage, and the girl giggled as she hit the floor. She quickly began to step out of her shoes and remove her jacket, then her collar, going about it with fast, quick movements. Belatedly, Stelle followed suit, stripping her long jacket off, then pulling her shirt above her head. It was an awkward thing, haphazard, and by the time she even had it off – it got stuck halfway around her head and nearly suffocated her – Firefly already had her own dress off.
She was, in fact, already taking off her underwear. She was so fast that it floored Stele, leaving her floundering and drooling in equal measure. The shortstacked goddess of a girl was just there, in front of her, naked and available – her curves like pure velvet sin, something out of a porno. Her breasts were large and pillowy as they bounced out into the light of the room, and her hips were beautifully wide. Hourglass, to a degree. Her thighs were nice and plush and thick, and when Firefly bent over to remove her stockings, it truly floored Stelle.
The sight of Firefly moving, and bending, and sliding her stockings off, flaunted so much of her body that it was insane. Her breasts were wobbling beautifully, swinging around gorgeously, gravity affected their luscious slopes with eye-watering perfection. She was naked before Stelle even got her bra off, which made her feel like a fool.
“Still undressing?” Firefly cooed. “Let me help with that, Stelle.”
“Whawhohey, yeah, ok,” Stelle mumbled like a fool. What else was she to say when a shorter, stacked, gorgeous girl was right up against her? Reaching around her to pull off her bra? Those big, fluffy tits sliding against her, against her lean muscle, drawing out noises of bliss? Stelle wasn’t sure what to say, honestly. It was a bafflingly beautiful moment, though, that was for damned sure.
Firefly drew off Stele’s sports bra and removed it. The Trailblazer’s own chest was modest at best, an ample, but really insignificant size compared to Firefly’s luscious bounty. Maybe a C-cup, and she wore them less proudly than she did the rest of her figure. Narrow-hiped, wide-shouldered, with a firm tautness to her belly that rippled with a faint edge of wonderful definition. Not muscular, but toned, athletic, and lean. Fit for fighting, maybe even for fucking.
Firefly leaned into her. She smiled up at her as her hands ran down along the contours of Stelle’s flanks, massaging her skin and muscle. Her plush tits squished against Stelle's ribcage, evoking out a groan of pure, wanton stimulation. It felt gorgeous, honestly. She could scarcely imagine something so nice, and having Firefly practically rubbing herself against her was mesmerizing.
“Let’s get you naked,” Firefly purred. She was still up against Stelle, her breasts pooling and compressing like milky pillows, while her hands drifted down and hooked around her waist. She removed Stelle’s skirt, then her shorts, and then her underwear, all at the same time. She drew them down with diligent ease, then shoved them to the floor. Stelle awkwardly stepped out of them, and cared no longer – because now, the immense thickness of her cock had flopped free, and it smacked against Firefly's soft belly.
The touch was aggravating and insanely pleasurable. She sighed, her jaw chattering with glee.
“So hard,” Firefly cooed. “I’m going to make sure to take care of this for you today, ok?”
“I – ah.” Stelle gulped hard and worked her tongue around awkwardly. “But you did that last time.”
“Hm?” Firefly inquired. She gently began to push Stelle backward, sliding her toward the sole bed in the room.
“Last time, you did that for me,” Stelle said in a breathy voice. “I should return the favour.”
“No, it's okay,” Firefly giggled as she pushed Stelle down on the seat.
“I mean, I want to return the favour,” Stelle told her. “It feels right, that way. I think-“
“No, no,” Firefly said as she shook her head, sending her mane of silver hair flopping. “I like pleasing you, Stelle, I really, really like it.”
Firefly leaned over at the waist a bit and drew her sexy, sinful, body down. She kissed along Stelle’s jawline, then against her neck, evoking a breathy sound of pleasure. She rolled along a firm shoulder, then down against her clavicles, always kissing – hot, unchaste things that warmed the skin and tickled it in equal measure.
“I find it so, so hot to put my all[ into making someone else feel good,” Firefly said as she kissed a path down between Stelle’s breasts. Her entire gorgeous body lowered, conforming to Stelle’s sitting figure. “I get so hot and bothered just being able to worship someone’s body, and yours is the best body I’ve ever seen.”
“That sounds silly,” Stelle said, and she meant it – because Firefly had a way better body than hers. But, she did not say that, because she was now whimpering as Firefly kissed down the path of her stomach, lips raking over her abs. Soft kisses, hot kisses, sloppy kisses, everything altogether, really, making her skin shiver and sizzle. The girl kissed across one defined abdominal, then another. Her tongue traced out the lines of obliques, getting them wet and slick. Stelle’s cock throbbed hard as this utterly alluring treatment assaulted her.
“It makes me wet and excited,” Firefly told her breathlessly. “I want to let you use me, Stelle, alright? No, I – I need it…”
Firefly was down on her knees, now, once again. Only, this time, she wasn’t holding her mouth open for a rough fucking. She had her hands around the cock, stroking it from the base to the tip in an alluring stroke. Her fingers wrapped taut, as if she had done this a thousand times before. She pitched the cock forward at an aggressive angle and turned her beautiful face up – and smacked the thick beef against her cheek, inspiring a clap and a moan at the same lustful time.
“Ah,” Stelle whimpered. She watched as the girl focused her eyes on the big dick with a glee and a lust that was so intense it was almost overwhelming. It was an almost crazed look, as insane as Acheron in the throes of battle, and it scared Stelle as much as it delighted her. When Firefly leaned in to kiss the head of her dick, to mesmerizingly rub her mouth up against it, it almost looked like there were darned hearts in her eyes.
“I love this dick so much,” Firefly sighed, as if wistful. She kissed it again, letting her soft, plum cocksuckers linger. It was an insane touch, one that was truly depraved – but the vigour behind the touch could not be more clear. Firefly wasn’t doing this because she was pressured, or felt bad. Any reason she gave to Stelle did not fully encompass the fact that this girl was an absolute slut for dick, maybe even just her dick in the singular, and that was it. “You’re so tasty, Stelle.”
Stelle really rather doubted that. She was sure it was wrong, but she could not truly say anything about it. What was she going to say, anyway? She moaned, instead, as those soft lips plucked at her up, then rolled down in a hot, sinful rub. They squished down across the sides of her huge, heavy girth, caressing turned almost fondling the thick, vein-lined shaft with her soft mouth. She kissed the flanks as she rubbed her way down so tenderly, so diligently, working with a soft, rolling touch.
Her mouth was full and luscious and plump, and perfectly suited for these kinds of warm, cushion-like rubbing. She ran against the hardened flank, pushed into the broadened girth, kissing and almost nipping with the same depth of passion that Stele had come to expect out of this. She shuddered, jaw almost chattering, as the beautiful girl tipped her head forward and sank against the flank so beautifully that it was honestly, entirely, insane.
“Your lips are so soft…” Stelle sighed throatily. She bit her lip and curled her fingers into the bed at her side as he watched Firefly go down against the side of her girth, kissing and caressing with hot, wet, diligent touches. Nothing fierce, but everything was entirely worshipful. Her touches were like pure sin against the meat of Stelle's dick, warming her and causing veins to throb. Her eyes drank in the utterly lurid sight like nothing else before it. She couldn’t imagine something so damned hot, honestly.
Firefly ‘smiled’ at her with her eyes. She didn't pull away from her work, not as she rubbed her mouth down in soft, warm kisses against the flank. She moved down to the base and nuzzled there, eyes still locked on Stelle. She stared at her for a moment before turning her eyes back down around to focus on the broad-fleshed girth, and then adjusted her stance. She used her hand to bring it up, twirling it away from the side of her mouth – and then letting her tongue roll out from there.
The flat of it pressed against the hard, dense underside. She sent her tongue flicking up, rubbing against the hard, heavy contours of cockflesh before her. She lapped a long, clear line toward the tip, and it did with a slow, measured hunger that was downright palpable. Stelle could feel her desire for cock through that lick, and it made Stelle feel like she was the prey here – a mere victim to this woman’s rapacious hunger.
“You are so hot,” Stelle praised, as she had before. Her one hand left the side of her bed and reached out to, again, comb Firefly’s bangs out of her face; this time, it wasn't to grab and hold and grope, but to keep it out of the way for her. She wanted to see those gorgeous eyes as they stared at her dick, wanting to actually make sure she could see – or not see – hearts swimming in those pupils. “And your tongue is so, so nice.”
Firefly lapped her way to the meaty peak. She sent the tongue dragging against the bulbous glans, caressing the top before curling and wrapping around the ridges of it. She curled into the flanks, outlining the mushroom-shaped cap in full. It was as if she was using her tongue to trace out every angle, every contour, and commit it to memory – or maybe she was acting on memory to properly stimulate the entire dick. Stellle honestly didn’t know; she just enjoyed it.
Savoured it, indeed. Groaned out a hot, happy breath as Firefly’s mouth pushed down, pressing her beautiful cocksucking mouth against her tip. She kissed it warmly, almost hungrily, before driving down in a series of wet kisses along the opposite side she had worked on before. As she moved down, her hand slid up, gently pumping the broad with soft, but pleasurable sensations washed over her. The cock twitched beautifully, shivering with palpable glee.
“Oh, wow,” Stelle groaned. “Firefly, you’re… really good at, ah, this…”
Firefly pulled up her mouth dusting the cock with kisses. Her touches were warm, wet, and utterly worshipful. She was showering Stelle with a praise that was insane, as if she wanted to make sure the dick felt as good as it possibly could. Stelle didn’t get why, but she wasn't asking questions at all. She shuddered as the girl slipped her way up in a series of hot, wanton suckles, her mouth parted wide, breathing out drool-soaked heat into the girth.
Up, then down; she nuzzled around, near the base, and even ran her tongue along Stell’s balls. She gently dragged that sinful tongue up in a long, lapping stroke, before then wrapping her tongue about the meaty head. She caressed it and kissed it with hot, wanton glee, and pulled across its thickness. She slipped her cheek beside the throbbing tip and then caressed it before finally – blessedly – clamping her perfectly plump lips around it.
She sucked hard. Drew on it like it was a cigar, pulling with fervour. The heat of her mouth was warm and wet and dripping, just like it had on the rooftop – but this time, it was Firefly doing the work, not Stelle. This time, Stelle was just an innocent, sitting bystander, while this meat-eater went down on her. It was insane and beautiful and really threw Stelle’s mind for a glorious loop that she could scarce believe – but loved every last second of, anyhow.
“That’s so hot,” she breathed out with strained pleasurable. She bit her lip and groaned as the unrepentantly sexy slut pushed down, feeding cockmeat into the contours of her mouth with slow, measured ease. Her mouth wrapped taut, and her lips pressed down against the sore girth with a pressure that was blissful. Her touches were fire to Stelle's skin, making her ache and burn in equal measure. Her fingers curled into that luscious mane of silver-white, and she curled it back – pushing more and more hair out of the way as Firefly went down.
She gobbled it up bit by bit, inch by inch, slow and measured. It was not done out of hesitation, nor any need to contain it. She descended slowly because that was what she wanted to do, simple as that. She wanted Stelle to feel every bit of it rubbing against her mouth, across her tongue, and over her lips. As Stelle moaned, Firefly’s beautiful, lust-soaked eyes looked up and locked onto her – staring intently, with starving depravity.
“I feel like a broken record,” Stelle groaned, “but you feel so good, Firefly.”
Firefly winked with one eye, drawing out a shudder for her efforts. Her mouth went down to the midsection, pushing with a warmth that was utterly depraved. She gurgled about the hard girth with artificial strength; she seemed to have no gag reflex at all, and the slobbers were just there for Stelle’s benefit. The loud, lewd, liquid noise was there to excite her, and he was very, very excited, indeed.
Stelle moaned and curled her fingers into the bed. On the other end, she dragged white hair all the way back, almost fondling it into a ponytail; just bunched up, staring as Firefly’s head moved back up. The girl slurped along her shaft, her lips pulling and tugging with mesmerizing firmness. Her lips were so soft that it was insane, and the rubbing touch made Stelle feel lighthearted. As those plush cocksuckers wrapped around the bulbous crown, she could not shiver and clench her jaw with glee.
“Are you a follower of the Path of the Lewd?” Stelle groaned. “Because seriously, this is insane, your head game is so good, Firefly…”
Firefly did not respond. Or, if she did, it was only translated into a hot, sputtering gurgle. She worked herself around the head, across the tip, her mouth conforming to the shape of that dense girth. It did not matter how big it was, how hard it was, or anything of the sort. Firefly had to stretch her jaw out to handle it, but she did have it handled. For her, it seemed as easy as just taking a drink of water. Her movements were slow, rolling, and utterly pleasurable.
Up, and then down. She rolled down to the midsection, her mouth slowly slurping it up, and then rising back up to the peak with a glacial bob. Her mouth engulfed swathes of thickened cockmeat as if it was nothing at all to achieve, and then rotated with a slurping slobber to slide in the opposite direction. Her mouth churned with bubbling drool as she rolled and slid around, gobbling and slurping and sweeping about. The warm cavern caressed Stelle’s dick in ways too mesmerizing to properly name, and she simply let it happen.
Stelle groaned and sighed and panted. She had nothing to say, nothing to do, as this wonderfully lewd girl went down on her. Her mouth was a warm, liquid glove around her cock, slowly working at it. Lazy, but horribly efficient, movements of pure sin. Up, then down, and again, and again, rolling and sliding and leaving Stelle a throbbing mess.
By that point, Stelle’s face was tight, and her jaw was clenched. She squeezed Firefly's hair and her own breast at the same time just to seek some kind of final relief. Her balls twitched and ached, throbbing harder by the second. She groaned with stupefied satisfaction as Firefly bobbed again, and again, working at her without stopping, up and down and up and down again, and again, without stopping, without changing the pace -always measured, always insane, just folding up the cock in the liquid glove of her churning mouth.
Stelle couldn’t handle it, and said so.
“I’m close,” she gasped out. “I’m really close, Firefly, ah, I’m gonna – gonna cum…!”
Firefly pulled away from the head of the twitching dick. She drew back, and she opened her mouth wide – the tip pointed a centimeter from the tongue, if that. Her hands took up the slack and pumped along the hardness’s girth, stroking it, caressing it, twisting it in the throes of a messy handjob, all to stimulate its pumping mast just that much more. No hesitation, no delay. Just an honest, open face of lust, a wide-parted mouth, and an outstretched tongue.
Stelle was not the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to certain things, but even this she could understand – she knew what this was, what it meant, and how alluring an offer it was. She groaned, and she shuddered, then, as her cock unceremoniously let go – and began to throb with virile desire. Pleasure slammed into her brain and flooded her brain stem all at the same time, leaving her head spinning with a bliss so pure that it was insane.
She cried out and groaned as her dic spat out ropes and ropes of furious, churning cum against the outstretched mass of Firefly’s tongue, Some ropes hit the pink muscle and stained it, while more of those ropes ran against the open contours of her mouth. Cheeks and palate and glans at the back, all smothered in clinging, cloying heat. Firefly did not care at all. She held herself open, collecting a steady pool of drool that was as thick as it was insane.
Soon, it was a real pool that stained her mouth. It was a white, mirrored surface of lewdness, thick and insane. Stelle panted with pleasure as her cock stopped throbbing, leaving only a pearly-white strand to drip down from the head like syrup. She watched as Firefly held her mouth open for one more moment before closing it, lips mashed tight. She heard the swallow before she saw the ripple of her neck. One gulp, two, and then the girl was done.
Her mouth opened, showing it to be entirely empty.
Stelle’s face burned so red that steam blew out from her ears – or so she imagined. “Oh. Wow. Hot.”
Firefly leaned forward and kissed the top to clean up that last string of cum there. The cock was now totally lubed up with drool, shiny and slick and wet as could be. Fine imprints of lip gloss dusted in girth in rings, showing just how deep she had managed to get. It was all so very hot and insane that Stelle barely knew what to do about it.
“You’re good?” Stelle said with a weak, choked breath. “Really, uhm. H-hot. Wow.”
Firefly smiled innocently, as if she had not just drunk down a load and a half of cum from Stelle’s balls. “Thanks! You’re sweet.”
Firefly’s hand curled against the slick dick, gently tugging. Her other hand moved to press against Stlele’s knee, as if getting a good grip. For a moment, that was all it was: eyes locked, and the steady slick-swish contact of a hand against a wet dick.
“But you’re still so hard,” Firefly cooed lovingly. “That’s what I like best about you, Stelle. You’re just… impossible to satisfy.”
“I don't even know how you know that,” Stele admitted. “And I know that’s too many to knows, but seriously….”
Firefly laughed and began to ascend. She gently, tenderly, drew up between her legs, rising up bit by mesmerizing bit. Her huge tits were wobbling pleasantly, pink nipples beckoning alluringly. “Just sit nice and tight for me, Stelle, ok? Let me reward you for being so patient with me.”
“Last time you were rewarding me for helping you, and now you’re rewarding me for – for going through the lies,” Stelle protested. She didn't mind this, but she felt like she should be reciprocating somehow. “Shouldn’t I be returning the favour?”
“Nope,” Firefly said huskily. She was in Stelle’s lap, now, easily bouncing up onto her thighs: knees digging into the bed from either end, her huge breast almost pushing against Selle’s narrow face. But, all she could see was the truncheon of her hard cock held up in Firefly’s hand, now pointing at the flushed expanse of her folds. “I love going down on y – er – someone, and I think it's really, really hot…”
She slipped down, rubbing herself against the fat, rubbery tip. Stelle felt that wetness again, that same overbearing, intoxicating heat slide over her. It was slick and almost slimy in intensity, and that made it stunning.
“Can’t you feel how wet I am for you already?” Firefly purred. “Just from going down on you? Worshipping you?”
“Y-yeah,” Stelle choked out thickly. “I can.”
“So let me ride you,” Firefly purred again. “I promise, that’s enough.”
Stelle nodded like a fool. Her one hand moved to squish one of Firefly’s plush thighs, and the other slid along the contours of her amazing waistline. “Yeah. Okay. I mean. Sure. Thumbs-up?”
Firefly giggled that beautiful sound and started to push backward - sliding the huge truncheon of Stelle’s cock against her warm, wet, waiting core. The thickness pressed against her sopping folds, and then drove along the pinkness of her vulva. For Firefly, it really did seem to take nothing at all. No effort, no work, just a slow, steady descent. The fat head peeled her open, and then pressed into the ring of tightness beyond. As a crushing pressure exerted itself upon her shaft's head, Firefly bore her weight down to take more inside – to almost consume the hard cock for all it was worth.
There was something totally shameless in this, and the way that Firefly’s face began to light up was genuinely astounding. Her lips parted in a husky sigh, her eyelids fluttered with satisfaction, and her mouth parted in awe. She pushed down slowly, steadily, her waist dropping and her spine arching as she dropped. The cock in her hands twitched and almost jumped, but she kept it secure. She impaled herself with a single-minded lust that was delirious, and Stelle absolutely loved to see it.
Firefly moaned sensually and sexy-like as she dropped back and slowly, methodically, impaled herself upon the dick. As the head breached her core, sod did the inches beyond. One, two, then three, then more, sliding into the luscious, tight expanse of her pussy. The clinging pinkness clamped around the cock like a glove, warm and wet and dripping with need. It was a plush, tight seal, close-fitted to the skin – a velvet sheath that Stelel groaned and shivered to experience again.
She hadn’t expected to experience it for a second time, but she was – and she loved it. Adored it, savoured it, and quivered for it. Her jaw curled and her fingers clenched down on their respective handholds, just to handle the awesome pressure that assaulted her shaft. Firefly’s pussy was just straight-up perfect to her, and that delicious embrace did not let up. The girl was pushing down further, and further still, her movements slow and methodical, yet utterly determined.
“You feel so good around me,” Stele said in a throaty growl of pleasure. “You’re so tight and warm and – ah, it’s just incredible.”
“I know,” Firefly mewled happily. She slipped down further, moving down to the very base. Six inches, then seven, then nine – all nine inches of thick, dense, wrist-wide cockmeat, pressed into the sopping depths of her snatch. That fat ass was now resting in Stelle’s lap, upon her strong thighs, while plusher and thicker thighs wrapped around her. It was insane in every respect, and Stelle was in love with it all. “Oh, I love how much you fill me up, too, Stelle, I just can’t get enough of it.”
Her words were not loving, but rather, lustful. There was a line between romance and depravity, and this was the latter. Stelle was sure of it. Firefly was in love with her cock because that was what she craved, but Stelle did not care and did not mind in the least. She savoured it, groaned for it, and enjoyed the way that the insanely sexy girl rolled her hips forward in the next second to smoosh down. Hot, soft pussy angled itself against her shaft in a grinding rotation of pure, undiluted, sin.
“I just love how it smooshes me down flat,” Firefly purred with a salacious voice. Hearing such lewd things from such a cute girl was crazy, but the look in those eyes was hardly innocent in the least. “Feels so good when it's just rubbing and sliding and grinding…”
Firefly rolled her waist in a grinding forward movement of her own desire. She sent her wide hips into a beautiful slide, and angled herself across the hard, thick slab of girl-meat. She stroked it with her core, ground down with her cunt, smooshing it over her soft, fluffy, mesmerizing folds. Her walls were delicious, and Stelle let nothing but total pleasure even in those grinding rotations.
Those movements were soft and subtle comparatively speaking to last time, but they were still sharp and pronounced. The grinding rolls sent breasts bouncing just in front of her, and the sight was alluring as the pleasure itself. Stelle groaned and ran her hands along that beautiful body, squeezing a plush thigh, caressing a rolling waistline, feeling the silky-smooth flesh travel across her palms whilst a velvety cunt stroked her dick.
Firefly sighed down at her. “Do you want me to move, Stelle?”
“Of course,” the Trailblazer groaned. “Please, you feel so – so good…”
Firefly smiled, and rolled her waist, and pushed up – using the strength in her thighs to send herself bouncing and sliding, to rise up along the big, brutal, thick slab of girldick. Her pace was not fast, though. It was measured, paced, and almost slow – enough for Stelle to really feel it without it being anything as hard as the other day. She did not mind that. The tight grip, the stimulating rub, was practically divine. Feeling every plush centimeter squish and grind against her hard, thick, twitching meat was so good that it was insane.
“So good,” she breathed again. “I love it, Firefly, I love how you feel around me, it’s just – it’s five-star, for real for real.”
Firefly laughed and giggled and purred salaciously. One hand gripped Stelle’s shoulders and the other pressed against her abs, stroking them with fluttering fingers. “I’m so glad you think so, Stelle, because I really can’t get enough…”
The intensity was not too fast and not too slow. It was just right in between, really. The steady, grinding movements, the way that Firefly rose and fell in her lap, felt just right. The steady, rolling gyrations, the forward buck and the backward tug, was delicious. Her perfect pussy wrapped around Stelle’s dick and caressed it all the way over, trapping it in an embrace of sticky flesh that she absolutely could not help but love.
“Wow,” Stelle sighed. “Oh, wow….”
Her hands moved up to Firefly’s chest and grabbed onto the wobbling, gently jiggling, mounds. They called to her, almost summoned her into action. The least that Stelle could do, therefore, was latch on and squeeze. She pulled them into her palms and squeezed her fingers down so that the flesh spilled between them, to Firefly’s delight. The girl squeaked sensually, a song that was both cute and depraved at the same time. Her hips pushed firmer, drawing out a squelching, slobbering rush of pleasure.
“I love how you use your hands,” Firefly praised. “They’re so strong, Stelle, you’re so hot…”
The girl’s own touches were nothing short of reverential, too. The way that she was fondling Stelle’s abs even while riding in her lap was utterly delicious. The way that she caressed along her shoulders, over her biceps, how she squeezed at sections of muscle, was delightful. Stelle’s body felt hot and cloyed by the constant, steady touches, each one more firm and more bold than the last. If there was ever such a thing as body worship from hands alone, this was it.
Stelle groped those big, fluffy titties, whilst Firefly pushed and bounced in her lap. Gently, barely more than a few inches at a time, with mostly just soft grinding going on. Still, the sex – though ostensibly slow – was not lazy. Firefly was good with her hips. She had so much muscular control it made it very evident she wasn’t some schoolgirl selling cookies door to door, but a pseudo-super-soldier bouncing away on dick.
“Your boobs are so fantastic,” Stelle praised. The soft, copious flesh squished in her hands, bending around her hungry, questing fingers. “They’re so soft and squishy and shucks, I love them- “
“You can do more than touch,” Firefly breathed down at her, eyes alight with that lust-soaked passion. “I want you to do more than touch!”
So, Stelle did. With a pretty girl demanding it of her, she would not start pulling her punches. She leaned in and pressed her mouth down around a section of white breastflesh and suckled hard; applying warm, generous friction with the wide-open seal of her lips. As Firefly mewled her mouth travelled down, raking along that soft curve to wrap straight around a pink nipple. It was the first time Stelle had ever sucked one – right? Wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure, because something felt familiar about this.
“Oh, yesssss,” Firefly cooed. She ran one of her hands through Stele’s feathery gray hair, combing it back as one would an unruly cat. “That’s what I like…”
Stelle suckled on that pink nub, eagerly going down on it as if she was a child at the teat ready for a drink. Her other hand juggled the other titty around just to entertain herself, and gosh, it was one hell of an entertaining thing to do. The lust for it, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of it.was delightful. She squished in and pushed down in equal measure, her mouth nuzzling, her nose inhaling the somehow scentless texture of skin, all while a beauty bounced around in her lap.
“Move your hips too,” Firefly told her, then. “You can move too, Stelle –“
Stelle did that, too. She pushed up from below, almost jumping into the slick, tight cunt above her. Not much, barely an inch of movement, but Firefly was already barely moving. In conjunction. It was enough to make them both squeak and groan. Firefly’s soft, keening cries filled Stelle's ears, and addicted her rather hopelessly. The girl's caressing hands only made it hotter; her touches almost reverential, as if she was stroking a statue of an Aeon.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Firefly whined. She threw her ass back, and now Stelle happily cupped it with her free hand; squeezing into the fat, doughy mass, just as she had the other day. It wasn't much, but playing with it, being able to just feel it against her palm, was a delight. All of it was a delight. Every last bit of soaked her down to her pores, and left her senses sizzling with insane heat. She truly, honestly, loved it. “That’s so nice, Stelle…”
Stelle wasn’t sure what she was doing, but gosh,it felt great. She suckled on that pink u, her tongue twisting around it to apply pressure, her mouth latching on to apply generous friction. She slurped hard, and listened to the girl cry out in satisfaction. Her teeth nipped, drawing along the rubbery nub, and she listened to Firefly cry out louder. She bit gently, and that earned a friction-filled buck of the hips that left the cock twitching hard.
“You’re always so good at this,” Firefly sighed out with lust, “You know just what I like!”
Stelle had no clue what this girl was on about, and maybe – just maybe – this girl fit the definition of ‘don't stick your dick in crazy’, but she didn’t care. Stelle was way too into it to care. She suckled, she nipped, and she pulled, drawing on the pinkness and the areola around it with the same fervour. She nuzzled down, breastflesh squishing against her face like a cushion. The other titty moulded itself into her gripping palm like a stress-ball, soft as fluff.
It was soft, passionate, and delightful. Stelle groaned more and more by the moment. Her hips bucked up a bit harder, a bit firmer, drilling into that wet chasm of a cunt with delight. Her dick throbbed harder, twitched more powerful, with vascular veins rising in desire. Stelle’s face burned, and her fingers squeezed harder, with friction, her strain welling up too fast and too hot to hold back.
Before Stelle could pull back and say something about it, though, Firefly moaned oh-so-sinfully, and said in a thick voice, “I can feel you throbbing so much, Stelle! Are you gonna cum? Are you close?”
Stelle, with her mouth still latched onto a big, fluffy titty, looked up and nodded like a wet dog shaking out its fur.
Firefly smiled and mewled. “Then come in, Stelle, fill me up – I have to feel it, please! I just want it to fill me up, ok?”
Stelle felt like that was probably a little unsafe and probably a little reckless to do, but Firefly wasn’t just asking this of her – she was pleading. She was begging. She wanted it, and the look in her eye was so lusty, so hooded, that there was no way to pretend otherwise. That addictive stare made it impossible for Stelle to resist in the least, and so she didn’t – not at all.
Maybe she should have, but at that point, it took a willpower more intense than anything that Stelle could muster. No, instead, she simply submitted to the baser urges of her body, and let it happen – let nature take its delicious course. She thumped up, humping into that slick, clenching tunnel, and pushed hard. There was barely a moment between that action and the sudden, blissful burst of orgasmic release, and it pushed her head into cloud nine once again.
Each climax she felt was bright and hot and intense, almost enough to wind her. The utter satisfaction of pouring out a load inside of a woman, though, somehow made it way more intense and war more pleasurable. It was a raw, jagged burst of excitement that left her moaning around Firefly’s nipple, and had her hands clenching down harder than ever before. Fingers groped with wild passion as her dick twitched and jerked, spitting out rope after rope after curling rope of cum right inside.
Firefly instantly squealed. The sound was just as hot, just as hoarse, as anything Stelle could offer. She moaned happily and wrapped her arms around Stelle, almost folding her up into a breast-mashing hug. Her own body jerked around as the hot burst of cum filled her cunt right up to the brim. Insides began to twitch rapidly, and it was just about then that the Trailblazer realized firefly was hitting her own climax -that she, too, was bursting in a joy all of her own.
“So hot! Oh, there’s so much!” Firefly moaned. “That’s amazing!”
Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, what would Stelle know? She certainly didn’t understand this, but she didn’t care too much, either. She simply moaned as Firefly rolled her waist around and bucked hard, using her cunt to stir up the meaty thickness of Stelle’s dick. Hot, churning waves of baby-batter stuffed her snatch up to the brim, and at the same time, her insides curled and clenched and milked in the throes of orgasmic satisfaction. She came hard, and that was a hell of a mesmerizing thing to see.
The two came together, in harmony. Stelle basked in the sloppy heat of the moment as she did few other things. She could scarcely understand what was really going on or why this girl was so damned slutty, but it was way too hot to even think about. Why should she? The delight was sordid, the satisfaction was immense, and enjoying it was the only thing that honestly mattered.
“So much,” Firefly mewled as she rolled to a stop in Stelle’s lap. Her fingers combed through the Nameless’ hair, pushing it back comfortably. “Oh, wow, Stelle, you really- ah, you really filled me up….”
Stelle popped away from the sore, red nipple, which essentially had an entire bite mark around the areola. “Uh… sorry?”
“No, no!” Firefly giggled sweetly. “That’s what I like to feel, gorgeous.”
Stelle’s face burned hot. “Oh. Right. Is that, uh.” She licked her lips. “Is that… ok?”
“More than ok,” Firefly assured her. The girl sighed out a happy, beautiful noise, and reached up to grab her hair. Stelle watched as the girl tucked it back away from her face, then used her headband – which Stelle honestly forgot about, given the asymmetric style – to tuck it back properly.
“That’s… more convenient than my hand,” Stelle admitted shyly.
“Yeah, but having you hold my hair back while I suck your dick is so much hotter,” Firefly told her, and that made Stelle’s mind wilt all over again.
“Oh,” she said with charming poignancy.
Firefly grinned. She slowly pulled off of Stells’ big, thick rod of meat, drawing off by the inch. Each bit ground across her snug, tight walls, until she popped off in her entirety. There was a stream of cum, but Stelle didn’t care. She just whimpered a bit at the lack of tightness around her, that absence of crushing warmth that she’d come to adore. She watched Firefly sit down on her lap, her chest heaving with pleasure – a healthy flush across her skin.
“That was really great,” Stelle said lamely. “Two thumbs up, actually.”
She held up two thumbs.
Firefly pushed those hands down and giggled. “I appreciate it, but I’m only getting started with my, hm, reward.”
“Reward?” Stelle frowned, now a bit confused and aroused. “I thought this was an, uhm, apology? For lying to me.”
“Oh, right, that, sure,” Firefly said entirely dismissively, making Stelle frown some more.
Is this… not an apology fuck? She wondered. Wait, wait… did she bring me here just to fuck?!
“And you’re still so hard, too,” Firefly cooed. She smiled and pushed on Stelle’s shoulders, exerting a strength that was inordinate with those slender little arms. “Here, lie back for me, ok? And get up higher on the bed.”
“Erm – wait – why?” Stelle asked, almost mumbling, as she was shoved back. She landed with a little huff, her hair flopping and her modest breasts bouncing. She started to crawl backward a bit, trying to give herself space and make some room.
“Why?” Firefly laughed a bit. As Stelle hit the center of the bed and pushed her torso up on her elbows, the Stellaron Hunter leaned forward over top of her – almost crawling into line with the far more athletic, toned Nameless. “Because I’m going to clean up your cock before round two.”
“Wouldn’t this be round three?” Stelle asked as she considered her two climaxes – before the words actually registered, that was. “Wait, clean up?”
Firefly didn’t answer. She giggled instead as he kissed along Stelle’s neck, just like before, and moved over her breasts – sliding down the slopes of white until she, too, could latch onto a nipple. She swirled her tongue around it sensually, then moved to capture it in her teeth. She bit down, eliciting a pained yelp of pleasure. Smirking, Firefly pulled down, her entire body laying out between Stelle’s legs in a sensual crawl.
“Yup – I’m gonna clean you up nicely,” Firefly told her as she slid down Stelle’s body. Her soft, heavy breasts squished against Stlele every inch of the way, thanks to the pull of gravity. That alluring massage terminated around the area of her cock, where Firefly’s chest hovered tantalizingly. “With these tits that you can’t stop admiring.”
“Oh. Oh. Oh.’ Stelle’s face burned red with excited confusion. “S-seriously?”
“Of course,” Firefly assured. Sweet, soft, and utterly, entirely depraved, she settled here between Stelle’s legs on her front, lying out carefully- but with her chest now pooling into Stelle’s lap. The Nameless really only could moan as the squish of breasts pressed down against her cock, thanks to gravity’s touch; they were perfect and full and really just about incredible as they slipped around her girth. Firefly knew it; her smile assured her of it. “I know lo – I mean, I know you’re going to love them.”
Stelle did not have the capacity to really question what that meant. She, instead, just moaned in enjoyment as Firefly tugged the cock up so that it was standing straight and tall and proud, like the spear of flesh it was designed to be – and shuddered with joy as the sinful Stellaron Hunter wrapped her perfect tits around that throbbing slab. Her soft swells were just big enough for this, just perfect, and they squished down like two fluffy hills of perfect whiteness about her girth.
Stelle’s cock was very big, very girthy, more than enough to jut up a few inches for that pillowy sheath – but still, she was subsumed, consumed in soft, doughy flesh. Firefly seemed to enjoy that, if nothing else. Her eyes focused down on the slimy mast of cum-stained, juice-soaked meat, the conjunction of their sexual arousal mingling into a sticky lather of pure sin. She seemed proud and around by that fact, and positively purred whilst sandwiching the shaft between her chest.
“You’re so magnificent,’ Firefly sighed wistfully. She gripped her chest from the sides, then pushed them snugly into place, those fat breasts clamped just right, enveloping the entirety of Stelle’s girth in sinful smoothness. The slick lather only seemed to act as lube now, and maybe a bit of a sticky glue, considering how tight everything was to her. “Why can’t everyone be built like you?”
“Because then they wouldn’t be me?” Stelel said with a confused shrug. Or, as best a shrug as she could, considering she was on her back with her torso propped up by her elbows.
Firefly blinked, then laughed. “You’re right! Gosh, I guess that's why I like you so much, huh?”
Stelle wasn’t sure what to say to that. She just bit her lip and sighed as those gorgeous tits compressed around her, squishing just right. The flesh was so perfect, so sinful, that it was insane. Steele did not know how anyone was supposed to last against something this utterly perfect. Boobs were just too damn fantastic, plain and simple. She couldn’t be more in love with the sensation than she was right then.
“So this is how boobs feel,” Stelle sighed shakily. “They’re incredible…”
Firefly looked a bit sad, then – but it faded with a smile and a nod. “That’s right, so enjoy, please.”
Stelle nodded to assure Firefly of that fact. She wasn't sure why she needed to, and she definitely, most certainly, squeaked out in pleasure as Firefly dragged on her beautiful tits and sent them sliding. In one moment, with a tight grip of her hands, she pulled, drawing on the fat swells of her meaty tits in a way that was utterly, blissfully, delightful. The way they rubbed, that tight squish, was so perfect that it was truly insane.
Stelle moaned, naturally. There was nothing else to do as those doughy breasts pulled against her shaft, caressing and stroking in a way that people could often only dream of. Hell, how Stelle had dreamed of just staring at Himeko's monsters or March’s rack. She’d imagined this, craved it, and now, she was feeling it from a girl who was probably an enemy to the Astral Express, yet so hot and so sinful that it truly did not matter one way or the other. This was pleasure, plain and simple. They weren’t enemies or friends or lovers or acquaintances, they were just two hot people having sloppy sex.
“So big,” Firefly cooed sensually. “You fit so nicely between my boobs, Stelle. It’s really, really hot.”
“Trust me, it’s crazy I'm between them right now at all,” Stelle said with a husky sigh. “S-shucks, they're so – so soft, wow…”
She moaned, and Firefly giggled. Those gorgeous tits rolled against her tip, caressing it, smearing it with the juice coating that already dominated the white shaft of meat – before the next downward twitch, the next moving wobble. Those heavenly breasts rolled right back down at the behest of eager hands and gravity’s tug, and they fell faster than they had risen. The whiteness positively jiggled for the lurid second before skin hit skin, before the soft undersides thudded against a toned pelvis.
It was not much of a contact at first, but that was because Firefly seemed to be getting into the action. Her cute, beautiful face – with her hair now tugged back so fluidly – squished on the sides of her bountiful chest. She eased breastflesh down in a glorious push, trapping the cock in a tighter, velvety seal of cleavage. It was as if it was a pocket designed for her dick alone, and the shark satisfaction of it was so pure as to be divine.
“Whoa,’ Stelle groaned. “I don’t know what to say, honestly, but those – that – feels just really good.”
Firefly laughed at her. “You don’t have to say anything: I can read your face.”
“You can read faces?”
“I mean – you know what I mean; you’re so honest, it’s like an open book,” Firefly purred. Stelle wasn’t sure about that, because people told her she was stoic, dead-faced, and unreadable. Or something like that, probably. But maybe, when her dick was sandwiched between soft, moulding flesh, her face broke into emotion. She wasn’t sure, but if Firefly said it, that was all that mattered. “I love it.”
Firefly kept on looking at her face as she sent her tits into another rolling slide. Those gorgeous tits bounced up her shaft at the behest of eager, lewd hands. Breastflesh wobbled in a lustful ascent, moving across the many thick inches of glazed dick. Even though it was surely sloppy, Firefly seemed to enjoy it. The wetness helped her move faster, too, or something of the sort – it was as if Stelle’s cock was gliding on ice, even though it was trapped between a woman’s cleavage.
A woman’s very luscious, very clinging, cleavage. Soft titty squished into her from either side, and that drew out a husky sigh from her lips. The way that those tits clung to her was beyond Stelle’s wildest imagination; they were like a moulding pillow, like a memory foam mattress, compressed down so beautifully that it blew her mind. They were form-fitting, compressive, and perfect. As they rolled down, her shaft twitched and throbbed with an eagerness that was downright depraved.
“Shit,” Stelle swore, because that was the only word that came to mind. She clenched her jaw a bit and curled her fingers into her palms, stabbing nails down just right. She moaned as those soft beasts pushed down into her lap with a soft thud, then compressed down with a doughy, fleshy, jiggle. They squashed just right, to her unending, savoury, glee. “That’s so good…”
Firefly purred. She leaned forward and kissed the head of the shaft, drawing out a louder, hotter, moan. The sexy girl hovered there, smiling, as she manhandled her chest with ease. The sizes of her breasts, the awkward angles, nothing seemed to bother her. Her arms were more than strong enough for this, her wrists more than deft enough to manage it. She bounced her titties up, then down, with rolling determination, as if the only thing in her life that mattered was to tittyfuck Stelle’s cock.
“Do you like them that much?” Firefly cooed a moment later.
“Y-yeah,” Stelle agreed shakily. “So much…”
“Like how they feel around your cock?” Firefly asked even more sinfully, even more cutely, somehow, if that was possible.
Stelle nodded and whined. “Y-yeah. They’re so good.”
“I’m glad,” Firefly said. She spoke the words as if – somehow – it was some kind of contest, as if she was competing against some person in her head. But that wasn’t possible, right? Stelle was sure that it wasn’t. But what did she know, honestly? Not much. She was totally new to this, totally new to sex, and like the tittyfuck virgin that she was, she simply rested there as Firefly did all the work in bouncing and stroking and wobbling away.
It was beautiful. Her tits compressed down against the shaft, keeping a tight grip of cleavage against it. She rolled up and down to stroke the shaft off with the luxurious flesh, and it kept Stelle’s body burning hot. Wetness seemed to bubble and pop against the inner slopes of Firefly’s breasts, making everything slide so smoothly that it was insane. The intention, as professed, was to ‘clean up the dick with her tits’, but at that point, it seemed more like Firefly was lathering them both up rather than anything innocent.
Firefly’s tits jumped up, then thumped down. They hit Stelle’s lap with muffled passion; the skin dipping and squishing and compressing for a few beautiful moments at a time, then wobbling into stillness. They were perfect pillows of cock-pleasing perfection, such that Stelle could hardly process it. She mewled with pleasure each time Firefly moved, as if the simplest of actions would drive her wild. They did, truly. It just felt incredible, and her dick was loving every last damn second.
“Aeons,” Stelle moaned, and tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling of her room. “So good, so soft, wow, whoa, you’re so – so good at this, Firefly- “
“I know,” Firefly hummed. “I love hearing you say it, though.”
Firefly’s movements weren't too fast, and not too slow. They were steady and measured, as if it were just to allow Stelle to feel it all. Not lazy, nothing of the sort, but a slow firmness that allowed the Trailblazer to feel every rubbing inch, every silken centimeter of flesh against her slime-slicked dick. This was the actions of a girl who wanted to do nothing more than use her body as a damned cum-rag, nothing more than that. Lewd, depraved, and yet somehow utterly wholesome.
The level of dedication was astounding. The honest, wholehearted dedication to serve was dizzying. Stelle panted there, her breath rising, her chest heaving, as the girl tittyfucked her to the ends of pleasure and then some besides. Each slow, rolling push, each smacking thud, was so delicious that it left Stelle’s brain cells sizzling. She was sure that whatever was in her head, whatever passed for her brain, was having lesbian sex with itself. There was no other way to describe the flushing rush that filled the space between her ears.
“They’re so hot, you’re so hot, whoa,” Stelle praised. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, but that did not last long. She did not want to look away from this lewd, impressive sight. She bit her lip and groaned with stupefied pleasure as Firefly just kept on going, just kept on tittyfucking her throbbing, twitching dick with insane vigour – with an excitement that was even more enthusiastic than the riding itself.
Stelle just didn’t get it. She didn't know how someone could love doing this so much. Firefly was getting nothing out of it herself, but she was still loving it. The look in her eyes, the way her lips parted, it spoke of unrepentant delight. She was loving every last second of this lewdness, as if putting her tits to work, as if bouncing them along Stelle’s dick, was her highest goal in sex. It was a bit crazy, but so hot that it didn’t honestly matter.
“You’re throbbing so much again,” Firefly cooed. She kissed the cokc’s head again, and then rolled her tongue over its thickness. She lapped at it, folded against, stroking and pushing with rolling flutters of passion. She did not go all the way down on it, just offered those licks and those suckles – but it was more than enough to throw Stelle’s mind over the edge. She was basking in a deep ocean of depravity, and really, from there, she could not pull her head back up again.
“S-shit, ah, Aeons,” Stelle groaned with delight. She curled her fingers down harder, bent them, and stabbed them into her palms. She moaned as Firefly went down so eagerly, so readily, her tits rising and falling in insane, doughy shuffles, clapping and slapping gently before rising up again. Slow, measured, as if milking the shaft for all it was worth and then some besides.
The rest of her was just as gorgeous. The way that Firefly leaned there, the way that her ass looked in the light, or how those thighs stretched out – it was just perfect. It was a canvas of lewdness that Stelle was able to drink in at her leisure. That was all this was: her leisure. It was all for her benefit. Firefly was just there for her, simply worshipping her, to the ends of the earth – to the end of the hour, Stlele wasn’t sure.
“You’re so close,” Firefly then told her, as if she just knew. Her eyes were positively soaked with depravity as she stared at Stelle and her dick. “Are you going to cum again?”
“I am,” Stelle affirmed. “Ah – I really am, F-Firefly, f-fuck…”
Firefly giggled and smooshed her breasts down tighter, somehow making it feel even better. “Then cum for me, ok, just let it all out, I don’t mind, I’m here for you –“
Stelle barely heard her finish her sentence. This really was just too much, and Stelle was hardly the kind of girl with patience in the first place. She shuddered; her hips bucked up, stabbing her dick in that embrace of luscious cleavage for just another second. That forceful, mating push stabbed her cock up higher, practically against Firefly’s chin. The girl giggled and said something incoherently slutty that Stlele did to make out. She didn't care, because in the next moment, her mind blazed with orgasmic dizziness.
Again, she came. A third time, now, which almost seemed to be beyond belief – even for a dick like hers, even for balls of her size. And yet, somehow, her third load came out just as rich and hot as the first two before it. Perhaps, if by a smidgeon, smaller. Maybe, less voluminous. Still, it was a hot load of seed that spattered Firefly’s neck and chest in a pearl necklace, then began to drown her cleavage in thick, gooey seed.
“T-there we go!” The girl giggled. “Ah, just let it all out, okay, just empty your balls all over me, it’s okay…”
Firefly was still bouncing her tits, but even slower now – very much just milking the dick with her chest. Hot ropes of cum splashed their rounded masses and drizzled down the deep pocket of her white-fleshed cleavage. More of the stuff drizzled along her torso, such was the intensity of it. Hot rope bubbled up from the seal at the top, staining white skin in even whiter, thicker seed.
Baby-batter glazed over the rounded peaks, making them look like glazed pastries. It was an obscene view, and clearly not something that was normal at all. Stelle came too much, and she doubted it had to do with just having a big dick, or being horribly pent up. It was likely to do with her body, whatever that was or however that turned out to be. Maybe the Stellaron at her core was a pervert. What did she know?
“Wow…” Stelle panted, her chest heaving as she rapidly took In air. “That was so good. Akivilii, that was so good. Incredible. Better than the Conductor’s game nights, let me tell you that.”
“Well, I’d hope so,” Firefly giggled. She pulled up a bit, lifting her body so that the tight pressure of her cleavage was released. When Stelle looked down. She saw her still-hard dick now flopping against her pelvis whilst beautiful tits hung over it from above. Their doughy slopes were dripping gelatinous baby-batter in a steady pitter-patter of rainfall.
“You s-said you were cleaning me up,” Stelle said with a shy chuckle, “But I think we made more of a mess.”
“I guess so,” Firefly cooed in a way that showed she really did not care at all. “You still let out so much, though. I guess this big girl really isn’t satisfied yet, huh?”
Her finger trailed along the slimy cock. Stelle’s jaw chattered with arousal, and she struggled to speak. “I guess not?”
“Well…” Firefly started to slide forward again, letting her cum-drippingn tits rub up against Stelle. She did not find it gross in the least. Somehow, the sloppiness just seemed to fit. “How would you like me to take care of you, next?”
Stelle wasn’t sure what to say, honestly. The girl was hot and sey and cute at the same time, and it was really just making her mind spin. She couldn’t understand it, could not figure out the whys or whats of this insane situation – but she could, at least, vibe with it. She grabbed the igrl by the waist, then, and spanked her ass hard, just enough to make Firefly gasp.
“I’m going to be on top,” Stelle told her with a husky purr. Somehow, those words, or that tone, made Firefly visibly shiver – and her eyes lit up with excitement.
“That’s what I like to hear,” the girl said. She then squeaked as Stelle abruptly, firmly, rolled them both over – end over end. It was not an inherently graceful situation, and it was hardly skilled, but it did the trick. She got Firefly down on her back beneath her, breasts wobbling, muscles shivering. Legs kicked out to make room for Stelle on top, and the Trailblazer’s dick ground against a soft, smooth belly the whole time. “So – oh!”
Stelle did not leave it there. Before a word could properly be spoken, Stelle grabbed Firefly’s gorgeous legs and pushed them up toward her torso. She flitted them until thick thighs were tantalizingly in view, and then pushed just a bit so that knees pointed toward shoulders. She looped her arms around them, first the right one, then the left one, and pushed them down a bit; almost folding the girl in half, almost bending her into a pseudo mating press.
“Oh!” Firefly gasped with giggling enthusiasm. “That’s soooo hot, Stelle!”
Stlele planted her hands down on the bed and arched her waist forward. Only, it was about then that she realized with her hand tucked as they were, she couldn’t actually grab her dick and align it right; when she rolled her hips, she simply sent her dick sliding against the woman’s pelvis. It was awkward and messy and really not as hot as she wanted it to be, so she clicked her tongue, sighed, and pulled her left arm back.
“One, uh, one sec?” She said, aware that it wasn’t sexy at all – but the way that Firefly laughed alleviated that a bit. The Trailblazer grabbed her shaft and smacked it down against the woman's folds, earning a gasp. She dragged it down, rubbing the head against her clit, before moving across the swells of her cunt. She pressed in and sank into that warm, willing, cum-stuffed hole, uncaring of any sloppiness and only intent on receiving more of this pleasure.
And then, Stelle was diving down nice and firmly. Not as hard as it had been on the rooftop, but firmer than the riding before it. A nice, good mix between: something with both passion and softness, with both enthusiasm and diligence. She eased into that tight, clutching cunt, pressing down by the inch just to feel it – just to savour that firm grasp of pussyflesh about her shaft, to thoroughly experience just how good it could be. As silky flesh wrapped around her, she moaned her delight.
“So good,” she groaned. “Sex feels so good, it’s kinda crazy. Wow, just – shucks, just wow….”
Firefly giggled and moaned, too. Her hands moved and pressed against Stelle's body; one hand against her shoulders, the other against her breasts. She squeezed and pushed, fingers curling, eliciting soft noises of pleasure. The girl’s eyes were wide with a desire so deep that it was dangerous, and her smile spoke of such sin that it belied any attempt at innocence.
“It just feels so good, doesn't it? When two people are compatible, it’s the best,” Firefly said with husky aggressiveness. “So just focus on fucking me, baby, ok?”
Stelle nodded and growled. She swept down over top of the slutty beauty and thumped into her warm, wet, squeezing core, impaling grasping folds with the fullness of her shaft. She dove down to the hilt, burying the entire meaty rod inside. Every bit of her stuffed up that beautiful pussy, and she did not show shame in any of it. Their pelvises met with a thud of passion, and Firefly’s one upraised leg thumped nicely against the toned skin of Stelle’s waist.
“So deep,” Firefly mewled, “I love it.”
Her other leg wrapped itself around Stelle’s waist of its own accord, happily tugging her in deep. The girl was so lusty and so eager that it still confused Stelle, but by that point, confusion had simply turned into passion. She rolled her waist, just feeling that soft pussy roil around her. Walls flexed beautifully, conforming to the shape of her girth like a perfect mould. Wetness gushed and bubbled with ferocious heat, the mixture now too lewd to even be named.
Stelle surged backward, then. She moved her hips in a way that just came naturally, was done and performed without conscious thought. She simply yanked, and fought off the tight, insane glove of pussy. She drew out of those clenching folds, and enjoyed the stimulating rush of passion that came her way. Every bit of it was just insanely perfect, as if this cunt was made for her – or made for sex. Which, when Stelle thought about it, was. Sometimes, her own thoughts confused the heck out of her, but that was fine.
None of this required thought. She didn’t have to think. She just had to move, just had to push, just had to thrust. Her waist surged into perfect, lusty movement, and her waist arched around in the throes of delight. Even as she drew out, she thrust right back down in a hot, sloppy descent, impling that wet cunt with the thickness of her dick. She groaned and Firefly moaned just beautifully as she was stuffed up to the brim with nine inches of wrist-thick girldick.
“That’s it, Stelle,” Firefly encouraged lustfully, “Take me just lie that, fuck me however you want, I don’t mind.”
Firefly’s hands rolled along Stelle’s body, grasping at her shoulders, pulling along her biceps: fondling her, feeling her up, tracing out each flexing muscle with a passion that was dizzying. She knew exactly what she was doing, too, knew the fire that it lit in Stelle's core -and it was beautiful. Those worshipful caresses were utterly indulgent, and Stelle wanted to do nothing more than that: indulge.
Her hips pushed down easily and smoothly, impaling that silken furrow before pulling back. Churning juices gushed and bubbled around her, escaping the joint of their sexes in hot, bubbling strings. The froth was sure to stain the sheets, but Stelle did not think right now. She just moved, just angled, and just started to fuck.
Her waist pulled, and her muscles flexed. They churned with strength as she angled herself about in a hard, grinding movement. The soft walls of pussy gripped her just right, making her head spin around a bit. Everything just felt so good, and being on top - even if she wasn’t moving very hard or very rough - was incredibly good.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” Stelle breathed out with lustful passion. She pushed down again, thrusting into the warm, waiting, enveloping seal of smoothness in front of her. That soft body just took her in, almost consuming the length of her girth. It was so ridiculously easy that it was insane. Firefly’s body was practically starving for her, even after everything so far.
“I hope you don’t,” Firefly moaned acceptingly, “because I’ll never get tired of this dick, either!”
Her hands stroked Stelle’s body, squeezing her chest or just fondling her stomach muscles as they pushed and as they flexed. Her touches were reverential and downright worshipful, which only served to light more of a fire in the Trailblazer's already-burning body. Growling with desire and moving with fervour, she thrust down in rolling, grinding arcs, her body attempting to find a good pitch and tempo for this mess.
She stared over Firefly’s gorgeous, cum-washed body, and only felt more desire fill her up. The huge swells of big breasts jiggled as she dove down, and the cum-slicked masses wobbled just right. They were gorgeous. Heck, all of Firefly was gorgeous. She was cute as a button and lewd as a pornstar, and that contrast kept Stelle entranced. She watched those sinful eyes stare at her with undimmed desire, and felt her throat go thick.
“So hot,” Stelle groaned. She was sent groaning just that much more when Firefly decided to tuck her head down and clamp her mouth down around one of Stelle’s nipples, which was at once unexpected and also very, very hot. She whined out a sordid, sloppy breath, and shivered as the girl started to nip and suckle with heartfelt desire.
The Trailblazer thrust down in rolling, gyrating arcs, just focusing on the movements themselves. At least, as best as she could manage, given everything. She sighed and shuddered with each pitch in tempo, her pace grinding and rutting down to the full length of her cock -then pulling back again. The movements were not difficult, and in some way, her body seemed to understand what it was doing. Yet, actually finding a good rhythm was not that easy, and took her a bit.
Stelle groaned and dropped her weight more and more by the moment, covering Firefly more fully. She grabbed onto one of those big tits and pushed a leg down just that much more, covering her like a living blanket. Skin met skin with thickening thuds of passion, and yet more churning pops of lewdness. It was obscene and lewd and sinful and sweet all at the same time, and Stelle kept on seeking more. More contact, more pleasure, more of this skin-mashing connection. She liked how Firefly groped her and kissed her skin, liked the patches of wetness she left with each nibbling suckle - all of it.
Firefly popped back and groaned. ‘You’re so deep! Oh, I love it, Stelle, fuck me just like that!”
Stelle groaned. She didn’t know what to say, so she simply didn’t. She moved, hips swinging and pushing into the pseudo mating press, thrusting away at the gorgeous slut with measured firmness. Not too fast, not too slow, just a good, grinding rut between. Her shaft sawed in and out of that glistening tightness, sending dizzying pleasure up and down her spine.
Stelle lowered herself even more, and now practically covered Firefly - their bodies now flush, their skin now so close that it was dizzying. Stelle’s smaller - but ample - chest squished down against Firefly’s fuller and softer pair, and that connection was very satisfying indeed. Pillowy and doughy, the way that their chests mashed delighted Stelle to no end.
The firmness of her stomach muscles roiled against Firefly’s softer belly as they slid together. Firefly seemed to buck up to meet her thrusts, now, while hands wrapped around Stelle’s back. Hands were rubbing, fingernails were trailing, the touches soft yet firm. Stelle groaned and growled and ran her mouth along the curves of the Stellaron Hunter’s neck, while Firefly did the same in turn.
Kissing, nipping, and fondling, their bodies were as flushed as they could be. The pseudo-mating press worked wonders. One leg lifted up, an ankle now bouncing beside Firefly’s head; the other one curled around Stelle’s arm, lifted up halfway so that a foot flopped endlessly. Tits were squished into pillows, giving enough leeway for a flexing body to thrust down - and a bucking pelvis to push up.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Firefly encouraged as her nails flexed and curled, “Just like that, mhm, just like that -”
Stelle kept going, kept on fucking, but the pleasure built up more and more. This was indulgence at its finest, where two bodies just moved together without thinking about anything else. Not Penacony, not Stellarons or Hunters or Nameless, nothing. Just sex, just carnal appreciation, nothing else. It was beautiful for its purity, but it was also fairly overwhelming for Stelle. She had stamina, but not to last forever.
This time, Stelle didn’t warn Firefly. She was too deep into it, and she was sure that her partner felt the same. Grunting with strained passion, sweat dripping from her brows, Stelle simply groaned with sexual fervour and humped down just a bit harder. A jagged thrust, a roughshod push, deep and pronounced; an uptick to the pace of her hips, with a fervent swish to the angle of her waist.
“Oh!” Firefly gasped. “I can feel how bad you want me, Stelle, just fill me right up - !”
Stelle grunted. She was still mid-thrust when a fizzy surge of pleasure hit her head and caused it to go numb; her cock halfway into a thrust, and barely able to finish, as her stamina flagged too hard, too fast, to control. With a hot surge and a moan of submissive pleasure, she simply let go.
It did not matter that it was the fourth time so far that hour - had it even been an hour? Stelle had no idea. But, it was the fourth time, and yet it still felt as good as the first. She groaned entirely submissively and almost collapsed with satisfaction. Bubbling heat filled her, ran through her in heaps, leaving her eyes rolling.
Cum spat out in strings, each one more remorseless than the last. It was true that her climax was far less intense than the last few times, but that was still more than the average person could let out. Drowning ropes of baby-batter spattered the woman’s core, flooding her cunt with thick, dense goo. It was just more messiness to add to the mix, but after the thorough mating-press sex, there wasn’t that much left inside at all.
Firefly moaned, all the same. Her fingers curled and stabbed into the skin, now raking over Stelle’s shoulders. The pinches were rough, and almost hurt. She didn’t care, however. The Trailblazer simply experienced the pleasure of having insides wrap and milk her dick, pulling with strenuous, almost greedy, force - as greedy as the rest of the body they were attached to.
“Yes, fill me up!” Firefly almost begged, and that was enough. Stelle simply basked in the joy of release while Firefly did the same thing; their bodies moving and grinding together in the throes of passion. Skin squished, limbs folded, and nails curled. It was almost relentless, and Stelle found herself rather hopelessly addicted to the sensation.
Stelle was not sure how long it lasted, but by the time she ‘came to’, she had a plethora of hickeys along her neck and nail marks across her back. She breathed hard and almost slumped; four loads in, she felt tired.
“Sex is way too good,” Stelle groaned. “I feel… wow. Just - wow.”
Firefly laughed a bit. She wriggled beneath Stelle, but did not seem displeased by the weight. “Mhm, I know. I could do this all day!”
When Stelle looked down at Firefly, she realized that the girl could. She did not look tired in the least, which really said something. Stelle was the one with a Stellaron in her chest, yet this girl looked insatiable. Stelle wasn’t even sure how her legs still worked.
“W-well, I think I need a sec for that,” Stelle chuckled a bit. She rose up, starting to lift her body and alleviate the pressure.
“Oh? You can go again?” Firefly asked, as if hopeful - as if she really wanted more.
It made Stelle gulp. “A-ah - well! Y-yeah…? But -”
Firefly flipped them over. With a strength that was once again entirely inordinate for her frame and build, she easily got Stelle onto her back. Now, Stelle was underneath the girl, watching her breathe deeply - watching her pop off the thick dick with an obscene noise of passion, then stared as she dropped back down.
“W-what are you doing?” Stelle laughed with confused pleasure.
“I have to clean you up again,” Firefly said matter-of-factly as she grabbed the cock and hoisted it aloft. “And then, I’ll keep on rewarding -”
“-Apologizing?”
“-Apologizing for lying,” Firefly purred, and took the cock back into her mouth. Stelle shivered and groaned and curled her fingers, both lost in pleasure and also simultaneously wondering how the heck she was going to explain her absence to the rest of the Astral Express family…
It had been about a month since the adventures on Penacony came to a close. The Astral Express was still gearing up for its next major adventure, and in the meantime to it, they spent time using the Star Rail to move between known planets and systems for perfunctory operations. Chorekeeping, the Crew called it. Community Outreach, Pom Pom called it.
It was a time of what Stelle graciously called side quests. Moving to and from known planets and star systems, doing tasks for various individuals, helping out here and there while collecting supplies for their next big jump - that sort of thing. Thanks to the speed of the Express, they could be in one place one day, and then another place in another.
Stelle got to see all sorts of faces and talk with all kinds of people. Friends, new acquaintances, and the types that she fondly dubbed Non-Player Characters, they all made for a very fun time. They were all also very, very hot, and that was an incredibly difficult thing to deal with. Before, Stelle had been titillated by the idea of having sex with a woman. Now, after having her metaphorical mind blown out twice by Firefly, she almost found herself drooling over it.
Between those points were lots of maintenance times. Moments where the Crew had to indulge in the Astral Express’s need for mechanical assistance, and suffer through the lack of Space Train machine pits along their railway. Himeko gave them plenty of tasks to perform, keeping them busy for most of the day. When they weren’t, they were otherwise indulging in just simple moments of relaxation: game nights, tea time, makeshift campgrounds in the main car.
It was fun. Stelle liked it a lot, even if her teammates were kind-of really hot and it sometimes made her head spin. Nowadays, looking at Himeko’s cleavage - something that was really easy, since they were both tall and those boobs were right there - left her mind remembering how Firefly’s chest felt around her dick; nowadays, seeing March 7th walk and swish her skirt made her remember what it was like to bend Firefly over, and…
…And Stelle needed cold showers, honestly. Sometimes, at the end of a stressful day, she’d just slump back on the lounge sofas and try to forget everything in her head. Just cool herself down, with no consideration and no further thoughts. She just flopped out onto the couch, belly flopping onto her stomach, one hand hanging over the edge, her face half-buried into the pillows.
“What’s Stelle doing?” Welt asked as he passed by the lobby.
“Sometimes, it’s better not to ask,” Dang Heng quipped. They walked by her and toward the archives, leaving Stelle to breathe in the scent of the couches. They were freshly cleaned, as always: a faintly sanitized, overly-flowery thing that she didn’t quite like but had long since gotten used to.
Tired, Stelle thought faintly. Carrying boxes all day sucks. And installing new solar batteries sucks. And stocking the kitchen sucks. And - ugh, tired. I could almost drink Himeko’s coffee -
She instantly shuddered over the thought. She was far gone, but not that far gone at all. For now, Stelle was happy to just lay there and calm herself down, letting her aching muscles rest.
That lasted until her phone buzzed with an incoming message, prompting her to lift it up to her face. She tilted it at the side, just enough to lock one unblocked eye on the status notification. Bleary-eyed, she made out the name Firefly across the top. In an instant, her blood sizzled. It wasn't some call to romance, nor some butterfly-crush in her belly, but some instinctive, sexual urge that filled her with a dangerous potency.
Firefly was in her contacts, as were most of the Stelaron Hunters at that point. She tried not to tell the Crew that, though, because they were enemies. Technically. Even if they did not seem particularly antagonistic. Firefly’s messages were not common, but since leaving Penacony, Stelle had talked to her a few times. Mostly, Firefly seemed to be ‘out of contact range’, which was always quite mysterious.
Missions, Stelle could only suppose. She never dug for information, though. Their text exchanges were usually pretty brief, and just a few cute comments here and there. Firefly was not all that salacious over text, it had to be said. She mentioned once or twice ‘the times they shared’, but for the most part, it was just like talking to March 7th: cute and innocent and honest, nothing more.
Stelle knew better, but Firefly’s unblinking, soft-smiling profile portrait made her look like the saint she distinctly was not.
Stelle tilted her head all the way onto her cheek and swiped open her messages. She had a plethora from Firefly already, and even as she looked, another one popped into life in their message thread. It made Stelle smile; despite being ‘tricked’ and ‘taken advantage of’, she had no ill will to the Stellaron Hunters.
Mostly Firefly.
Mostly because of the sex.
Sex was nice.
Firefly:
>Check this out! I'm on a planet famous for its island resorts!
>It's only 05:00 system hour here, still early in the morning, but there are already a bunch of people out surfing!
>You know, when the ocean mirrors the sky, it's hard to tell if they're right in front of me or far off in the distance. It's almost like they're soaring on the horizon
>Have you ever had that feeling?
Stelle smiled and used her thumb to type out a reply.
Galactic Baseballer:
>Yes, when I couldn't sleep
Stelle paused and considered Firefly’s message again. As cute as it was, the idea of being up at five was somewhat disturbing to her.
>Still... It's 5 AM. Why are you up so early?
The response was several minutes in arriving, and that was likely because of the simple fact that Firefly was solar systems away and even intergalactic, faster-than-light communications took time.
Firefly:
>I was born without the ability to dream, and I sleep much less than most. A quick rest is enough to fill me with energy
>That's why I love climbing to high places at the break of dawn
>Whether it's by the ocean, in the forest, or up in the mountains, I just love watching the sunrise and feeling the start of a new day in every world
>It's an incredible feeling. Give it a go when you can!
Stelle nibbled on her lip. On the one hand, she wanted to give her enthusiastic consent to such a plan; yet, on the other, the idea of waking up that early was bothersome.
GalacticBaseballer:
>I'm not really a morning person...
>The trailblazing expedition can get really intense. But if you can wake me up early...
Again, a little delay - but the three dots indicated an incoming message, as always. Stelle found that rather charming.
Firefly:
>I can try. I'll let the conductor know that I'll be dropping by the Express at that time.
Stelle smiled at her phone and giggled softly.
GalacticBaseballer:
>I don’t know if the Crew will appreciate having someone here at five in the morning!
>Or like
>That they’d appreciate having a Stellaron Hunter on board anyway!
Firefly:
>Maybe you’re right
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>Well, anyway, I gotta run, so we’ll see what happens!
GalacticBaseballer:
>Have fun!
There was another brief pause before the next incoming message. She saw the three dots typing it out, but, for the moment, was distracted - March 7th had come in right at that moment, followed by Peppy the dog. The very adorable little corgi that belonged to Asta of the Herta Space Station, and who somehow managed to find his way aboard without his master; it was always an excellent time with him around.
She was, thus, a tiny bit distracted when she looked back down at her phone and found titties staring back at her. She coughed and started to choke on her spit as Firefly sent her a selfie of her dress drawn up over her chest, over the swells of breasts, which happened to be wrapped up in a teal coloured bra. It was insane.
Firefly:
>Kafka helped me pick this one out!
>What do you think?
This girl’s insatiable! Was what Stelle thought. She sputtered and choked on air while waving her hand around in a useless, pathetic arc.
“If this is a ploy to give you mouth-to-mouth,” March 7th said with a sharply pointed finger, “I’m telling you right now I’m not falling for it for a third time.”
Stelle rapidly shook her head, wishing there was some way to convey her current stress levels without giving anything away.
Stelle was starting to seriously consider ranking ‘Fireflies’ higher on her ‘dangerous bugs tier list’ she had going on with the Crew.
Stelle was not really sure at that point she ‘woke up’. She wasn’t even sure that she had woken up at all, really. Her consciousness came to in a manner that was not at all dissimilar from waking up because of a discomfort; as if her pillow was too hard, or her neck had bent the wrong way, or a limb had fallen asleep. It felt like that, yet different.
Stelle wasn’t sure what it was. She groaned, and then shifted subtly against her sheets. She realized she was on her back, which was a bit of an oddity; she was normally on her side, sometimes her front, never often on her back. That might have explained why she felt weird, and so she shuffled and groaned just a tiny bit more in an attempt to get herself comfortable.
She could not. She tried to shift her hips around and maybe roll over, but couldn’t do that, either. Something - perhaps the comforter? - had tangled around her, stopping her legs from even moving period. They didn’t feel numb, but they were not moveable. Huffing, Stelle adjusted her stance and sank into her pillow just that much more to try and get back to sleep.
She couldn’t. Something just felt off. There was a weird feeling on the bed, like a weight that wasn’t meant to be there. Not only that, there was just a strange something in the air. It was like a whisper of movement, like the sound of silk against silk. There was more, too, beyond the normal rumble of the train’s engines, or the hum of the heating unit. It was almost liquidy, the sound that happened when March 7th was swishing her boba tea around.
What’s that noise? She wondered. Stelle shifted some more. Her mind pulled itself up out of sleeplessness, so she was now no longer on the border between sleep and wake. She was now more aware of the weird, watery sounds that were in her ears, and the strange shifting of the bed. Not only that, she became more keenly aware of the fact that she was cold.
There were no sheets on her body. She was just down to the t-shirt she’d gone to sleep in. That was not normal. Stelle didn’t throw her bedsheets off, and as that finally entered her drowsy mind, something more like adrenaline surged - the understanding that something was off, making her mind kick itself into action.
What the…? What’s that feeling…?
More tactile sensation hit her nerves. Her jaw clenched and unclenched rapidly as strange, but familiar, feelings hit her. She slowly became aware of herself, and her extremities. She felt the same as she did every morning, to some extent: her arms and legs were still there, her chest was still hot with the Stellaron’s fire, and she had, as always, a morning wood that made it seem like she had a third leg.
But this time, there was something more than just that. There was something snug around her dick. Something warm, something hot, something wet as sin. There was something fluffy dragging against her underside, moving like a carpet. There was something so insanely plush surrounding her that it was mesmerizing. There was heat, intense and liquidy, squelching and bubbling like froth.
Wait, Stelle’s mind began to race. Wait wait wait wait, hold up, wait wait wait wait -
Stelle peeled her eyes open. The area was still dark, but it always was on the express until the artificial lighting kicked in; thus, it was before eight-AM, when Pom Pom turned them on. Stelle blinked away the sleep from her eyes and looked to her immediate right, where her alarm clock was; it read 6:08AM, which was distinctly too early for Stelle to be awake at.
Groaning and lifting her head even more, she looked to the left, where her blinds were still drawn. All the while, she heard the liquid sounds of movement, felt the rush of sinful sensation, and felt her spine prickled.
This is a dream, this is a wet dream, this isn’t real, she said to herself as she directed her attention down over herself and her bed. No sheets, because those had been tossed off. She wasn’t even wearing her shorts, because those little black things were also thrown onto the sheets. She was naked from the stomach down, her morning wood out, and -
-Firefly’s mouth was wrapped around it. It was definitely her. The girl was unmistakable: a round, cute, adorable face that should have spoke of innocence, but was, instead, lewd as heck. Her hair was the same off-white colour, tipped with teal toward the ends. She even had her hairband on to tuck her bangs out of her eyes, which were firmly focused on the big, fat cock she had in her mouth.
In her mouth. Her gorgeous, peach-coloured lips were wrapped tight, and were lazily, busily, rolling up and down at the behest of her moving head. Her hair bounced softly in the wake of such movements, but very soft, almost lazy. She did not use her hands for this, and had them calmly set on Stelle’s thighs.
The rest of her body was laying out between her legs, partially curled, her legs up in the air in an almost schoolgirl pose. It was silly. It was so sexy. The girl was utterly naked, and her clothes nearly folded up on the dresser. It was obscene. Stelle had nothing to do, nothing to say, but to croak out a noise of awareness - something between a strained whine and a choking frog’s noise.
Firefly suckled. She was slurping along the length of Stelle’s dick in a hot, lazy bobbing movement. She rolled down the thick, meaty hardness with a slow and almost lazy caress; nothing too fast, nothing too hurried, almost very slow and very simple. Firefly’s head dipped down in a slow, bobbing stroke, her lips caressing everything in reach, her entire mouth conforming to the shape of that big girth.
Down, then up, her head lazily, sweetly bobbing. No effort, nothing but hot, sinful movement. She drew up with a liquidy bubble, and she gently sucked on the tip. The rest of the dick below her was, quite frankly, a mess. There was saliva everywhere, there were bands of peachy lipgloss, it looked like she had been doing this for a damned long while so far.
Stelle whimpered.
Firefly’s beautiful eyes flicked up. She saw Stelle was awake, noticed her properly, and seemed to smile with her eyes. Just those; her mouth was busy. Very busy, apparently, blowing the cock itself. She drew up, then down, her head easily rolling, angling along to fit the way that the girth flopped about; she made it seem as though sucking Stelle’s morning wood was something she was very, very familiar with.
“This isn’t possible,” Stelle groaned out. “This is crazier than a ten pull with like five S-ranks. This is - this is a dream, right? A wet dream?”
Firefly gurgled about the hardness. Her head rose up, then fell again, in a rolling, lazy pattern. Her head was not moving straight up and down, but literally rolling into each movement. She was really just sucking on the thick dick as if that was a happy past time for her, and it was one of the hottest things that Stelle had ever seen: a girl that just wanted to suck, nothing more, nothing less.
“Pinch me, I’m dreaming,” Stelle murmured. She pinched herself on the arm and whined; the pain was very real, which meant that this ‘dream’ was real, too. “H-heck…”
Firefly giggled about the girth. She rose up and popped around the head, leaving a wet spray of saliva in her wake. “You’re not dreaming, silly!”
“F-Firefly,” Stelle said in a thick, clogged voice, “Imma be straight here: what the heck?!”
Firefly ran her tongue against the dick’s head, drawing out a whine. “Remember the last time we talked? You said for me to wake you up.”
There were too many questions in Stelle’s mind, and she barely had a mind to begin with. She cackled out a breath of confusion as Firefly lapped at her dick’s head, nuzzling it with fervour.
“You - but - why - you - “ Stelle took a deep breath. “You’re waking me up by giving me head!?”
“Of course,” Firefly said with a laugh. “That’s the best way. Besides, you had this big, sore, morning wood - I couldn’t just leave it like that. I wouldn't be a very good girl if I did.”
There was so much wrong with that; it made her head spin in circles. “But - you - why are you on the express?!”
“Don’t be too loud, people might hear,” Firefly laughed. “Mhm - well, like I said, I don’t sleep, because of my condition, you know… and I was in the area, so I came by. Ah, I didn’t tell the Conductor, though; you know, like you said, Stellaron Hunter, and all.”
Stelle’s face was as red as it could be. “And you broke into my room?”
“To be fair, it wasn’t even locked,” Firefly giggled. “You guys really should up your security, just in case. You know?”
Stelle shook her head furiously. “How long were you doing this for?! Firefly -”
“Oh, not that long. I came around five -”
“It’s si-!”
But actually getting the chance to speak was stripped from her, because Firefly was done explaining. She dropped her head again and slurped up the big morning wood once more, taking those many wrist-thick inches into the velvet heat of her mouth. There was no shame in that action for her and it left Stelle gasping for air.
The girl simply dropped down, taking it inside with gorgeous, diligent, ease. She slurped up the many thick inches before her and stuffed it against her gorgeous cheeks without a care in the world. Her hot tongue rolled beneath it into a squishy, comforting carpet, soft and undulating at the touch. Her caresses were downright luxurious, the kind of thing that left Stelle’s head spinning in too many ways to count.
She groaned, then. She did have one heck of a sore morning wood, but this - this was crazy. It was crazy, right? Why would Firefly be there for this? Why would she be so eager? Stelle had no clue what to think or say or do. This Stellaron Hunter was an enemy to the Express, allegedly, but there she was, naked as could be, blowing her morning wood until the head was lodged against the seal of her throat itself.
And then, again, the girl was bouncing back, her head rolling with perfect ease. She moved faster than before, because she now knew that Stelle was awake to feel it. This wasn’t an hours-long worship of her meaty cock, but the quick hunger of a cock slut. Even Stelle knew it by that point: Firefly was a man-eater. Or a woman eater. Stelle was not sure which term was more accurate here, but she felt it.
Groaned for it, too. It did feel insanely good, even if it was utterly baffling to her. Watching Firefly roll up to the head, her entire skull moving with the flow, was hot as hell. The way her hair was tucked back for efficiency made it clear that Firefly did not do this out of some idle whim. She might have just come aboard because she was horny; that was very real and very possible.
Up, and then down, surrounding the cock in the liquid seal of her mouth. Wetness brimmed heavily; the sloppiness already dominated the shaft, and so there was no buildup to be had. It was just there, dribbling and drooling around the girth, saliva squelching as Firefly dropped down as far as she could go. The head was bouncing against her throat, practically kissing her uvula, but the Hunter didn’t care.
She rolled against that slick, sloppy shaft, her mouth leisurely pulling at its dense meat. Her lips were tight, so that they could both feel every bit of it. Her tongue dragged brilliantly, because she wanted to taste all of it. With a fast, quick, aggressive roll, she slurped her way into it, only growing more fervent by the second.
Stelle was awake. There were no punches to pull. It was a hot, gurgling mess, plain and simple. Firefly suckled at the tip with a gorgeous amount of pressure, and it left saliva drizzling down in heaps - the kind of thing that stained the dick more than it lathered it up. Seeing all that syrupy foam at her mouth was just as insane, and watching it bubble on the next descent hit her hard.
“Oh, s-shucks, heck,” Stelle gasped, trying not to curse. Yet, it was very difficult to control herself, her temper, or her voice. She sat up straighter, shirt tangled around her frame; pushed up onto her elbows, she could only awkwardly swipe her bedhead away from her eyes and stare.
Stare as this gorgeous girl squished the cock down into the hot cavern of her mouth and greedily consume it with a desire that was frankly obscene. The way that she pushed down, how she slurped and suckled, was so lewd as to be divine. She was aggressively sinking onto the tremendous rod of cockmeat, lips engulfing entire swathes at a time; just going down, just work at it.
She wanted to taste, and feel, and consume. She slurped it into that gorgeous cavern of squishy warmth and undulated her tongue in a cock-caressing arc of pure sin. Her mouth rolled in tandem with her head, which drew up and down at a rapid pace. She only got more and more into it by the moment, sucking more, tasting more, with each push and shove: an all-consuming pace that left Stelle’s dick twitching and shivering.
Stelle wasn’t sure what to do, or say, or how to react. What was she meant to do in this situation, where a girl had broken into her room - onto her space train, who even did that? - to suck off her morning wood. It felt way too good to even care about that strangeness, too. The gorgeous heat of Firefly’s mouth wrapped around her whilst embracing lips suckled and slurped, going down endlessly.
Her technique was incredible. Her passion was depraved. There was no hesitation whatsoever as she threw herself into it again and again, working her tightly-pressed lips into the girth. She drowned it in heat, bathed it in warmth, the kind that drizzled and bubbled down over Stelle’s pelvis in heaps. Some of it was coloured by lipgloss, too, making it just that much more lewd.
Deeper, faster. It was crazy. Stelle panted and whined, fingers digging into the bed, into her hair, everywhere. She hissed out a pleasure-filled noise of astounded delight and gasped; her hips bucked unconsciously. Firefly gurgled with pleasure, clearly loving it. Stelle panted in a way that made her chest heave and her cock throb. She just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Firefly,” she groaned in warning. “Seriously -”
Yet, even as the dick throbbed harder and faster, Firefly did not relent. No, she went further. She went deeper. She was pushing right down onto the hardness, taking it past her mouth and into the tight, clinging seal of her throat. There was no gag reflex to even be felt there; just the right ring of pressure that came with narrow walls and a squeezing embrace of flesh.
Firefly gobbled her way up the shaft, consuming it with rough ease. She deepthroated it in moments, going past six inches to seven, then to eight, then to all nine - jamming the whole thing into the base, until her jaw was stretched and her neck was bulging. She throated the entire thing up without a care in the world, and it was more than enough to leave Stelle’s head spinning.
“Oh my Aeons, oh heck, oh shit -”
She wheezed as every last inch of her was dragged up into a tight, hot, warm throat, which gurgled around her with sloppy enthusiasm. As throat muscles pulled at her dick, as the narrow tunnel squeezed around her shaft, she only felt mind-bending delight. Any attempt at staving off her orgasm now became impossible; rather, as Firefly held herself down for a long, oxygen-choking moment, Stelle could only unload.
In just another moment, Stelle was cumming right down Firefly’s throat. It was really just as simple as that. The girl didn’t even bring her head up. She was so close to Stelle’s pelvis she was positively nuzzling her balls, and didn’t shift in the slightest as gooey-thick release - the first load of the day, the first load in weeks - came bursting out.
Stelle moaned, though. She groaned in utter, blissful satisfaction, as Firefly drank down her cum directly from the tap. She didn’t care whatsoever, and the sound of hot, rhythmic gulps hit the air as she throated the entire, twitching length of meat. Throat muscles rippled around the dick, offering up sensations that Stelle was not sure she would ever feel in her life. The tight, wringing pleasure was very different from pussy, and it was just as good - and just as mesmerizing.
“Oh gosh, oh, heck,” Stelle panted. She came hard, enough to screw her eyes shut. Still, Firefly held herself there, gurgling and drinking it up, until there was nothing left to give. She held herself down for longer than made sense, as if she didn't have to breathe at all.
It was crazy.
“This is crazy,” Stelle said. “You’re holding your breath longer than I do in the bath…”
Firefly finally began to pull up. Slowly, though. Very slowly, so that Stelle could feel every rippling, squelching inch, could watch the girl pull off the dick with an obscene popping noise. In her wake, she left a cock coated over in wet lubricant and sticky lipgloss. There was not a drop of cum in sight, to Stelle’s gaping-mouthed awe.
“Oh,” she breathed. “You… got it all…”
“Of course I did,” Firefly said, as if that was obvious. She giggled and drew herself up, lifting her torso from the shoulders. Now, her gorgeous chest was revealed, and once again, Stelle was struck dumb by the sight of it. “I wouldn’t be very clean if I didn’t.”
Stelle looked down at the mess of her dick, then back up. “Uh-huh.”
Firefly grinned. She started to slide up Stelle’s body, drawing herself up and along in a gorgeous crawl. She lifted her ass into the air and got on her knees, then rose up straight-backed until her amazing chest was wobbling. She knelt over Stelle’s thighs, with the big, soaking-wet cock flopping in front of her. The girl was more than happy to grab it with her hands, and pull it into her smooth palms.
Stelle whimpered when she began to stroke.
“You’ve got such an amazing dick, Stelle,” Firefly sighed. “It’s so… tasty.”
Stelle gulped hard. “Weird, but also hot? Uh…”
Firefly began to crawl herself forward. Her belly thumped against the upraised cock; the glazed head nudged her navel. Stelle sighed and curled her fingers into the bedding and stared at Firefly’s gorgeous body and sinful, knowing face.
“Uhm, so, uh, now that you woke me up…” Stelle trailed off a bit and licked her lips. “W-what did you wanna do…?”
“Me? I wanna take this for a ride,” Firefly said with a soft little laugh. “If that's okay with you…?”
Stelle gulped hard and snorted wheezily. “Did you just come over here for this?”
“Maybe?”
Stelle half-laughed, half-whined. “F-Firefly, every time I see you, you're going down on me. I should be doing something for you, like -”
Firefly shook her head. “We talked about this last time! I think it’s really, really hot when I just get to worship you.”
Firefly rolled her way up into Stelle’s lap, and dragged the dick down so that it drew across her skin - over her pelvis, down against her warm, flush folds, the head nudging at her slit. The touch of it, and the promise of sex, made Stelle just groan.
“And this whole time, I haven’t really been able to just ride you, Stelle,” Firefly said. She was almost panting with excitement as she lined the dick up with her drooling snatch; the wetness was truly so palpable that it was insane. “So please, just lie back, relax, and let me ravish you.”
“Oh,” Stelle whimpered, as if faced with a Doomsday Beast. “Ok.”
Maybe Stelle should have expected this. Maybe Stelle should have put a deadlock bolt on her door. Or maybe, she could just lie back against her pillows as Firefly began to drop down onto the thickness of her cock. However, unlike the last time Firefly had been in her lap, she was now in charge, on top, and with Stelle entirely submissive beneath her. This time, there was nothing soft about it.
This time, it was messy.
Firefly dropped her weight all at once. She simply slammed back onto Stelle’s cock without a second thought, without a care in the damned world. She, indeed, descended with greedy gusto, dropping all the way down in mere seconds. She took the entire thick length into her body all at once: all nine rock-hard, saliva-drenched inches, every bit of sore, post-orgasmic dick, right into her soft cunt.
It was incredible. It was insane. Stelle gasped out a hot noise of pure bliss as Firefly simply dropped down and took all of her inside, all at once. Every single inch of her dick was pounded into that soft, tight glove of a pussy, which felt just as tight as ever - and so wet that it was insane. Everything was wet as hell, everything was so soaking that it seemed beyond belief. Firefly was dripping. It was gorgeous.
"That's so good,” Stelle began to groan, and that was the best she had. She shuddered out a hot breath as Firefly’s weight dropped all the way down until her gorgeous ass thudded into her lap and clapped down hard.
That gorgeous ass smacked down and settled into Stelle's lap with beautiful intensity, drawing out another hoot moan from her mouth. Every part of Firelfy just felt so soft, so lush, so perfect for fucking. The girl wasn’t an insane bounty of curves, or skin, or hi, yet he had more than enough in all aspects to make her incredible.
Having her in Stelle's lap? It was even more incredible. Astoundingly, stupidly, so. The gray-haired Nameless grunted out a breath and brought her hands forward, just to grab onto those thighs as they stretched out and straddled her waist. Firefly was already making herself nice and comfortable, and that involved putting her hands down on Stelle’s belly to fondle her lean muscles.
“You feel so good inside of me," Firefly praised with passion. Even if she sounded cute, her words were anything but that. It was all lewdness, plain and simple; but it was also impossible not to enjoy it. “I really like that about you, Stelle.”
The ravenous girl sent her hips into a strong, forward roll. She stirred up the hot walls of her cunt against that big, thick dick, working at the putty-like folds with single-minded adoration. She clearly loved the feeling, because the look on her face was nothing short of rapturous. The parted lip, the hooded eyes – it all spoke of pleasure.
“There really isn’t a dick that feels just this nice,” Firefly confessed with glee. O, so dirty, yet somehow, so perfect.
Stelle squeezed Firefly's thigh as she said, “I really can’t, you know, confirm that, but uh – you’re welcome? Right?”
Firefly laughed. “And you’re funny! I like that too, a lot.”
Firefly's fingers curled. Her body adjusted its weight, and her knees dug into the bed. It heralded a sharp, wobbling ascent, where she all but tore herself off the meaty truncheon of dickmeat. There was no delay there, and not even a hint of strain. It was more than just being sweet as sin and capable of movement: she knew what she was doing. It was as if she had done this a thousand times before, in fact.
“That’s why I love bouncing on top of you so much,” Firefly confessed with yet more horny glee. Stelle still didn’t get any of it. Because it made it sound like Firefly knew her better than she actually did. But, thankfully, Stelele did not have to think. She just had to lay there and squeeze those delicious thighs as the impossibly sexy, horny girl dragged herself up along the shaft to the head, all at once.
Her cunt peeled across its broad dimensions. Sttelle could see the insane cling of her inner walls, and just how snug her pussy was. She felt so, so good, and Stelle's heart beat a bit faster for it. When the next descent came, she was almost ready for it. When the girl dropped her weight back and slammed down upon the shaft, it was truly downright joyous.
“Mfgh!” Stelle gasped. “You’re just taking it all!”
Firefly moaned out her delight as she dropped onto all nine inches again, stuffing it up into herself too fast to follow. There was a loud, crashing noise as her delightful ass smacked down again, hitting her pelvis just right. The pillowy sensation of skin was astounding, really. Every bit of it was just downright mesmerizing.
“I love it,” Firefly mewled happily her fingers curled as she pushed her shoulder forward not more of a lean, but only just a bit: just enough to get more comfortable, to put her body int attired and true cockriding pose.ti was straight-up pornographic, outright hentai, and Stelle knew that from her experiences online – but it didn’t matter. It was way, way too hot to think twice about. “Oh, Stelle, I just can't get enough…”
The girl curled her waist and pushed. She moved with her thighs and with her core, showing just how strong she actually was. She did not show it, but Stelle knew that this girl was a super soldier, that she had been bred for war. What war, why, she didn’t know that much, but she understood that her fate was to fight. Even if she did not look like it, she was powerful.
Now, she was using all of that just to rid her dick. It was hot, it was messy, and it was impossibly, ferociously sexy. The stunning girl angled her waist around and dragged up, then threw herself down again in the throes of hot, cock-riding action. She pulled and bounced against Stelle’s thickness in a way that was truly mesmerizing. It was better than she could have hoped for, especially at that hour of the morning.
“It’s still crazy that you broke onto a space train just for this,” Stelle half-laughed, half-moaned. “But it’s so, so good.”
"Makes it more exciting,” Firefly said with glee. “Besides, I don’t want your friends to think you’re fraternizing with the enemy!"
“But I am,” Stelle said, and Firefly was prompted to laugh.
Laugh, and moan, as she eagerly screwed herself down onto the entirety of the big dick. Her riding wasn’t the slow, leisurely pace of the airship in Penacony, no – far from it. It was hard, fast, and aggressive. The way she pushed up was full-bodied and powerful, using the strength of her thighs and the power in her core to ascend rapidly. She tugged the dick of her clutching folds, and whispered in joy as she did so.
And then, the descent. She threw her as right back with a curl of her waist, skilfully bucking and hammering down on the truncheon of stellaron-infused cockmeat below. The thick dick railed into her soaking snatch, pounding glistening balls apart with reckless ferocity. Skin clapped and bashed as a gorgeous ass thumped down and pillowed out flat, like a mere cushion.
Momentum washed over Firefly’s body in those messy moments of sex. Her big tits wobbled proudly upon her chest and shook around in the throes of excitement. Her hair fluffed up about her shoulders in teal-dyed heaps, making her look almost angelic. Yet, there was nothing remotely heavenly in the way her eyes stared with such unabashed lust. She was so horny that it showed.
It was as exciting as it was scary. All Stelle could do was let it happen, though: let this beautiful woman side her like she was a horse. She squeezed onto thicc thighs while pretty hips rose and fell in undulating arcs, happily guiding the big dick across her core. Insides squished and churned with slick passion, offering up bubbles of arousal that Stelle could just about see.
“This is so hot,” she gasped out. “You’re so good at this, f-fuck…”
Stelle couldn’t help but curse, now. What else was she to say in the face of this pleasure? She was still half asleep and felt like she was in shambles. She gripped onto plush skin as a gorgeous body threw itself around in the rapid, rabid bucks, ferally pounding down. The warm glove of perfect, silky insides consumed every wrist-thick inch that came her way, and buried it all in up to the hilt. Again, and again, with utterly rapacious passion.
“I’m glad I didn’t lose my touch,” Firefly yelped with satisfaction. “Kafka would never let me hear the end of it,…!”
Stelle shook her head. “I never know what you mean, but sure, okay, whatever, you’re riding me so good holy shit- “
She squeezed down and gripped tight. Her hands traveled, but did little else. She had nothing to do here. She was just laying back as this sexy woman ravaged her for dear life and then some besides: her tempo crazy, her rhythm insane. She was riding like a hellion and like a love goddess at the same time, as if an Aeon had blessed those hips for cock-riding worship.
Firefly’s entire body roiled with motion. She leaned forward even more, causing her boobs to bounce that much more appetizingly. She was right over Stelle, now, hovering across her. She pushed hands onto the Trailblazer’s shoulders and held her down for the fucking, which continued unabated. Hot, shameful, messy sounds left Stelle’s lips each one more passionate than the last.
“I love the way you fill me up,” Firefly gasped with dizzy delight. “And you’re getting so deep each time – you’re practically kissing my womb, Stelle!”
Stelle drank it all in: every sound, every sigh, every messy, sloppy action that came her way. She squeezed those bouncing hips and felt them wriggle around in her hands. The rolling strokes and undulating ascents left her head spinning. Her dick was already a throbbing mess by that point, but this all didn’t stop. Firefly just kept on going, kept on throwing it back with unrestrained glee.
She was almost panting as she did so. It was terribly, terribly hot. Skin clapped and smacked, filling the air with sound. The bedroom was awash with the noises of sex, and it was just perfect. Everything was in Firefly’s hands, all at her control, and Stlle had never experienced something so shamefully sexy in her life. She didn’t know this girl had it in her, but there she was, fucking Stelle’s brains out from on top.
It was a lot. Stelle's face clenched up more and more, struggling to maintain her sanity. She bit her lip and whimpered as pleasurable strain filled her body up from top to bottom. Her brow furrowed in tight concentration and her shaft throbbed with relentless desire as the riding continued unabated, stroking her to her utter limit.
Firefly groaned. “You’re throbbing so hard again – are you that close already?”
“Alreafy? It’s too early for me to concentrate,” Stlle whined. “A-and you’re riding so hard, I can’t - just – a-ah –“
“Then just cum in me, it’s fine,: Firefly whined. “I love a gooey, morning creampie, anyway!”
“Fuck!” Stelle gasped instantly. The words themselves – lewd and sloppy and perfect – hit her harder than the sex did. She instantly thrust her hips up, causing Firefly to whine – and then unloaded into the tight crevice of her cunt, just like that. Stelle wished she could hold out longer and better, but she really, really couldn't. It was too early, and this girl was too hot, for anything of the sort.
She simply bust out a nut right into her clenching, shivering core, drowning it in silken heat. Stelle gasped as she did so, the pleasure so overwhelming that it fogged her mind over. Yet, through that, she was more than aware of one very distinct thing: that Firefly had not stopped moving.
No, the girl was still riding her. She was still bouncing on that throbbing, climaxing dick, smothering herself in baby-batter whilst throwing her ass all the way back. She was riding her like a helion, like a girl in heat, happily taking the climaxing shaft of meat into her snug cunt again, and again, and again. It was insane. Stelle felt like her soul was being fucked out, honestly.
“Oh, shit –“ She swore dizzily. "You're just – you’re so – ha –“
“I love how warm it is, Firefly confessed. “Oh, gosh, it’s so nice!"
She held onto Stelle's breasts, now, almost ludicrously using those as handholds. She became more aggressive in her tempo: throwing it back, slamming down on her pelvis, all but ramming the cock into her cunt. She went up and down, bouncing, riding, with feral delight. Never once did she stop or slow. Her pace was incredible to see, and also dizzying to witness. The girl threw her ass back in hard, clapping strokes, each one more pronounced than the last. Stelle gasped and groaned, lost in the senseless bliss of the moment.
Firefly was loving it. She was panting for it. Moaning and whining with pleasure, the girl rocked her hips and bounced away on the fat cock without stopping. She milked it seemingly dry, then kept at it, causing hot, churning noises to fill the air. She was ravaging Stelle, and ravaging herself in turn. It was impossibly hot, deliriously sexy, and Stelle loved every last messy, insane second of it.
“Oh, gosh, yes, just a bit more, just a bit more!” Firefly whined. “Yes, yes, ah, ah - !”
It was crazy. Stelle was loving it. She watched it all unfold, enraptured and intoxicated, unable to peel herself away from any crazy moment. Watching Firefly rapidly buck her hips and fuck herself down against her cock, working it hard and fast, was enrapturing. Stelle groaned along with it, letting that high reach that much higher, until it was all burning hot -
“Mfgh!” Firefly mewled rapaciously. In the next second, she pounded back to the hilt again - and this time, she hit her peak. Firefly quivered in orgasmic release around her dick, and it hit Stelle just right. She, too, moaned raggedly, and felt herself swirl with just that much more excitement. She burned with lurid, intoxicated delight, and soaked in the sudden, mutual peaks that poured over the both of them.
Stelle felt like she just had to outlast Firefly in those final moments. It was almost unhinged. Hips rolled, grinding down to ride out the climax for just that bit more. The wobbling of breasts, the shivering of hair, it was all so delightful. Stelle breathed hard, her hands idly squeezing whatever was in reach.
“Whoa,” Stelle said very, very poignantly.
Firefly smiled. She looked so pleased with herself that it was intimidating, but also very beautiful. She licked her lips, sighed, and rolled her head out in a spray of sweat-slicked silver, then said, “That was great. Just a great way to start the day off!”
“Y-yeah, you’re telling me,” Stelle murmured. “Though, to be honest, I’m still not sure I’m even awake enough for this.”
Firefly giggled. She leaned forward just a bit more to hover alluringly over Stelle. “Hey, that’s a shower over there, right?”
She pointed lazily into the depths of Stelle’s large room.
“Uh…” Stelle squinted. “Yeah?”
“Would you like to wake up in there?” Firefly asked innocently. “With me?”
Stelle thought about it, then nodded very, very rapidly. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Save that talk for Kafka,” Firefly giggled, and even though Stelle didn’t really get what she was saying, she was totally into it.
Even if she didn’t expect things to go this way, even if she didn't plan to get woken up with Firefly’s mouth, or ridden like a horse, or pulled in for some hot shower sex against the glass, Stelle was more than happy to learn. She was more than happy to bend Firefly over the counter and fuck her roughly mere moments after leaving the shower, or to let herself be pushed down flat for a wonderful reverse cowgirl riding.
Getting to fuck Firefly’s tits right after? That was just fun. Watching her hold them up while Stelle simply plowed away them, watching them jiggle with each thrust, felt wonderful. Getting to then feel that mouth and throat around her again while she blew out another load was just fun. Firefly was there to take it all, as if she cared about nothing more than shameless, sloppy, slutty sex. She wanted it, and Stelle wanted to give it.
Unfortunately, this was the Astral Express, and Stelle was not the only crew member on board. It was, thus, around the time that she was hitting it from behind - hammering against the soft, rounded curve of Firefly’s fantastic ass while using her hair as a leash - that she heard the first sounds of commotion outside of her door: wild knocking and annoyed voices.
“STELLE!” shouted March 7th from just outside. With it came a series of rapid-fire knocks, each one more determined than the last. “Are you going to answer your phone sometime this year!?”
Stelle looked at the phone on her countertop, where it was still charging, then looked back at her dick halfway into Firefly.
Stelle froze up. “A-ah… Ah… I’m coming? It’s still early?”
“EARLY?! It’s past eight!” March 7th shouted past the door.
“She’s right,” called Dan Heng in a far more mute, but still very stern, voice.
Stelle blinked. She looked at Firefly and whispered, “has it been that long?”
Firefly shrugged. “I guess?”
Stelle cleared her throat. “I, uh, I’m - I’m sick? I’m not feeling well?”
“Oh, my gosh,” March 7th whined protestfully. “Don’t tell me you stayed up all night playing games again!?”
“I - I didn’t!” Stelle protested. “I - just give me a few minutes, I swear I’ll -”
“Just open this door, Stelle!” March 7th huffed. The doorknob began to twist as the girl enthusiastically attempted to open the door, but that was all well and good; Stelle had the -
Her eyes widened.
“You locked the door, right?” Stelle asked Firefly very, very quickly.
Firefly blinked. “No?”
Stelle felt her pulse skyrocket in the two seconds she had before the door was flung open, admitting entry to both March 7th and Dan Heng. The taller boy stiffened in an instant, whereas the shorter girl stomped forward in a few messy seconds just to huff and puff.
“Geez, Stelle, you’re always so forge-” March 7th started - and then stopped as she stared at Stelle, entirely naked, buried halfway into another entirely naked girl smothered in cum and sweat. As she stared, her face went more and more red like a rapidly spiking temperature gauge.
Firefly waved. “Hi! It’s me, Firefly.”
“She slept over,” Stelle said quickly. “We were playing… twister.”
“STELLE,” March 7th squeak-roared. “WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING AROUND WITH THE ENEMY!?”
“I’ll go get everyone else,” Dan Heng said quickly, and retreated from view.
If nothing else, Stelle was starting to realize just how dangerous Stellaron Hunters could be.