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You stride slowly through the halls of Tracen Academy, lights flickering softly above you. It's late out, you're aware, but you have to check on your trainee. She's a workaholic, sadly, and won't take time to cuddle with you and watch por- I mean, movies.
And that hurts your little heart(weak- I mean, what?), so you go to check up on her on occasion.
You open the door to the student council room and slink your way inside, greeted with Symboli Rudolf sitting in her chair, hand under her skirt waistband.
She's leaning her head back in her chair, half-staring at the ceiling. Piles upon piles of papers sit on her desk, cluttering the wooden top. She doesn't notice you. Your gaze drifts downwards to the tent in her skirt and the general stroking motion accompanied by it.
Her gaze flicks to you, face flushing as she tries awkwardly to bring her hand out. Fuck, the waistband is holding it in place. "W- wait, Trainer-! It's not what it looks like!" She pleads, shifting in her chair.
"No, I know exactly what it looks like, Rudolf." You walk over to her, bringing your hands up to her head.
"What are you doin- ahhnnn..." She moans softly as you massage her inner left ear with her right hand, stroking the base of her right with your left hand.
"Just le'me give you a hand- or mouth." You whisper, hot breath steaming into her fluffy ears as you rub your knuckle along the inside of them.
"I-" Rudolf finally frees her hand, and rather than pushing you away, she grabs your shoulders and thinks to herself. 'Fuck. It's late out, I need... relief... and she's offering...' Rudolf sighs, her face still flushed. Permission. "Damnit... Go ahead."
"Do you dislike this? Would you like me to stop my advances?" You ask, leaning back a little as you continue to rub her fluffy ears. If the author may make a comment here, jfc i fucken love rudolf's fluffy ears so much goddamn!
"No, it's fine, continue. I just feel like something's off." She says, gaze drifting away, to the right. 'The author's pacing is terrible...' She thinks to herself, shaking her head. "Continue."
"Good girl." You whisper, having spotted an opportunity. Of course, if Rudolf had wished you cease, you would have immediately, because consent is important. In the words of the author's dear friend, "Consent is high-key a turn-on"
She flinches slightly as you rub her ears more then plant a kiss to the very base of her left. 'D- did she just... Did she just c- call me a good girl...?!' Rudolf mentally panics as her ears flick against your hands.
You scoot the chair back against the window behind her, bringing your left hand down to palm at the tent in her skirt. A warm liquid finds itself on your palm and you glance down, acknowledging the leaky skirt before planting a simple kiss to your trainee's cheek. Is she... still your trainee? She's long since retired... Well, best not to dwell on the moral implications of this.
The Emperor groans, rutting her hips against your palm slightly.
"Ah... Needy, needy, aren't you?" You mutter, fingers tracing the silhouette of her erection. "Who knew the Emperor herself, winner of seven Crowns, would be so damn horny...?"
Rudolf bites her lip, magenta eyes finding yours. Her irises shimmer as she silently pleads for release, having long since surrendered all control.
You bend over slightly, bringing your head to her neck and planting a kiss to her left sternocleidomastoid muscle, nibbling at the sensitive skin directly after to leave a dark purple bruise.
You probably aren't going to look up what that is, so the author will just tell you. The sternocleidomastoid muscle is the large muscle connecting from just under your ear to the top of your collarbone. Its main purpose is rotation of the head to the opposite side and movement of the neck. Yes, the author is an anatomy nerd, "It's cool!" she claims. Oh, and the pronunciation is "stur-nuh-klai-doh-maa-stoyd."
Rudolf exhales softly, clearly overwhelmed from the stimuli all across her body. She ruts her hips into your palm once more as you plant another hickey on her trapezius.
The author audibly sighs. The trapezius is the diamond-shaped muscle on the back of your neck, it extends down to the lower thoracic vertebrae of your spine- or, to put that in comprehensible terms, it extends about two thirds the way down your spine. The trapezius part the author is referencing is specifically the superior trapezius, of which reaches to the side of the neck. Just look it up, dude. It's pronounced "tro-pee-zi-yus."
Your right hand curls around the back of Rudolf's ear, stroking it slowly before flicking the tip of it with your fingertips.
She groans softly, squeezing her eyes shut. "F- fuck... Please..." She mumbles, rutting her hips once more.
"I suppose you have been a good girl... A very good one." You mumble, praising the umamusume. You plant one more hickey on her jaw, then kneel in front of her. Moving your fingers from the caressing of her erection and ears to the hem of her skirt and pulling it up to reveal tented panties. They're basic pine tree green, kind of a dark pale green. Basic little pine trees decorate them, with... There's a depiction of a log right over where her erection is.
You look up at her, unamused, as she stifles a laugh. Her face is flushed and she's covering her mouth with her right fist, trying her damnedestst not to laugh.
You pull them down anyway, letting her erection spring free, heat radiating unto your face. You blush, recoiling from the sudden phallus in front of you.
Sigh. A phallus just generally means a penis-like structure. Really, you should be looking this up, not relying on the author for these definitions. Common examples of a phallus would be a penis, obviously, and the Washington Monument could also be considered phallic- forgive me, phallic is the adjective form of phallus.
You bring your right hand up to the base of it, running your index and middle fingertips against the top of the shaft, earning a stifled grunt from the umamusume.
The brunette grasps the sides of her chair, already overwhelmed. "F- fuck...!" She exhales heavily, heaving her chest.
You wrap your index and middle fingers around the shaft, only just barely wrapping around the entirety of it. It's large, incredibly. Twenty five centimeters- about ten inches, easily.
You commence stroking it at a slowed pace, pressing a kiss to its tip. Precum slicks itself upon your lips, and you lick it off. It's an interesting taste. Not nearly as salty as you'd have thought, but it's there. Somewhat bitter, and just a tad sweet. It's sticky.
Nonetheless, you continue. You up the pace of your stroking, now adding your ring and pinkie fingers as well. You raise your left hand to her hip, pulling up her uniform to plant your hand on her abs.
She ruts her hips against your hands, abs tensing under your touch. "Please..." She mumbles, grip digging deeper into the chair.
"Hmm? Please what, Rudolf? Use your words~." You tease her, stroking faster. You lean forward slightly, planting a kiss to the side of the shaft, evoking another groan from the Emperor.
"Please... Mouth..." She mumbles, her face flushed. "Use your m- mouth, please..."
"Alright. Just for you." You up the pace once more, watching as she convulses around your fingers. You bring your left hand up, squeezing her right breast. You lower your head down, taking the warm member into your mouth. Rudolf moans above you, rutting her hips on instinct.
The shaft bluntly hits the back of your throat, only a little over a third of the way in. You gag slightly, tongue lapping at the phallus. It tastes... odd. There's nothing wrong with it necessarily, it's just a new taste. You must admit, it's a little embarrassing.
She places her right hand on your head, not pushing or pulling but rather simply guiding. You bob your head softly, eyes half-lidded. Your right hand continues stroking as your left squeezes her right breast, kneading the soft orb within your grasp.
Rudolf gasps, mentally overloaded from the stimulation.
You speed up your strokes and bobs in response, her erection pulsing in your mouth. She's close, you can feel it. Your tongue licks up and down the shaft, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.
Rudolf starts mumbling incoherent thanks as she holds your head in place, feeling the imminent release. The hot coil snaps, unwinding rapidly into your mouth. Hot ropes of sticky white find their way to the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow- which you do, and happily at that.
A few drops make it out of the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin and mixing with your saliva. When you feel it's stopped, you pull off, a lone spinnbarkeit of spit hanging from your tongue to the tip of her dick.
You stand, raising your right hand to wipe the cum and spit off of your face with your thumb. "Well... I hope you enjoyed." You say, leaning back against her desk as she trembles in her chair.
"I- I most certainly did..." She leans forward, pulling up her panties and re-doing her uniform, then pulling her chair forward.
"Let's get some of these papers done, then you need to go to sleep. Understood?" You offer, sifting through the piles for something simple. Request for... Corn dogs. For school lunch. "Seven corn dogs? No ketchup, no mustard, no toppings? Just seven corn dogs? With the stick?" You shake your head, sighing.