#ryuusei's secrets

Lyney is an interesting person, both during showtime and "showtime"

He's much like himself during it, but knows when to be slow. He's a born and raised Fontainian (Fatuus), which shows in the amount of manners this magician has.

For a first timer, he's slow, respectful, and happy to help. Again, the perfect gentleman.

Get to know him more intimately, and he starts to show more of himself as well. Which, yes, does include his massive...

...

...collection of magic tricks.

Yes. This fucker is the type to, in a prelude, aftermath, or even in the middle of sex, whip put a card from no where and ask, "Is this the card you selected earlier on?"

...I'm no one special in this, but even still, you have to admit it's funny, no?

Now, on to a similar topic; is he a top, or a bottom?

It depends; sometimes, he's more than happy to be on top, and to take a lead both quick, yet slow in parts, much like his own magic shows.

Yet, on those days, wherein he cannot even raise a finger (his words, though an exaggeration), he can follow any tempo thrown at him.

Respect him, and he will you. It's common curtesy.

At the end of the day (or, rather, night), he will leave whomever it is he is with satisfied, himself included.

A storm raged outside. Not The Storm, thankfully, but it was still a heavy one.

It was meant to be a simple way to their mission, to infiltrate a mansion housing a powerful Arcanist in Victorian England. Unfortunately, there was not much information to go off of, other than there being a party at the mansion that they knew the Arcanist would attend. How the Foundation knows, however, is something that was not spoken to the Timekeeper.

And, to add insult to injury, there was a storm, making them seek cover deep inside of a greenhouse.

Vertin was dressed in an attire with large traces of white in it. It made her stand out more, but overall, it was nice.

Meanwhile, Sonetto had a nice dress, and worse glasses. They made her look cute, in Vertin's expert opinion.

After all of these years... Sonetto was still afraid of thunderstorms. It was just something that stayed with her, Vertin supposes.

Thankfully, Sonetto forgets all about the sound of the storm as the clanging of the table she's holding onto caused by their banging drowns out the thunder.

It was a rhythm both were familiar with, but Sonetto still could never time herself with Vertin's thrusts.

Sonetto could still hear the rumbling storm outside of the greenhouse, but the claps of her asscheeks were louder than the claps of thunder.

It was messy, out of order, and against protocol... maybe then, that was why Sonetto adored these dallies so much.

One last thrust from the Timekeeper, and Sonetto let out a breath she didn't know she was keeping in as the essence of time flowed through her Venice canal.

The exit made her instantly feel colder, but Vertin embraced her from behind.

"Feel better?" she asked, leaning into Sonetto's neck.

Vertin awoke sweating in the middle of the night, heart pounding. Something soft, warm, and squishy was touching her hand. It felt a bit moist and had multiple appendages, in different lengths, all thin. She had never felt this sensation before; her body felt paralyzed. Afraid to lift her blanket and look, but even more afraid that it might bite her hand off, she quickly sat up.

"...Timekeeper?"

Vertin looked down at her lap. It was Sonetto's bare hand.

Vertin blinked at Sonetto, the two gazing at the other for a long moment. Until, finally, Sonetto quickly looked away, guilt upon her face.

"I-I'm sorry," she spoke quick, green eyes wide and pupils small in a panic. "It's just that..."

Vertin moved her own hand to hold Sonetto's, and both breathings hitched; the puppy, for it had been a long, long time since the last time someone ever held her hand; and the feline, for she had forgotten the smell of Sonetto's ungloved hands.

Sonetto fell silent, and looked at Vertin. Under the light of night, she looked stunning.

"...Are you well, Sonetto?" Vertin asked gently, thumb circling the top of Sonetto's hand.

Sonetto gave a nod; she appeared... guilty, looking.

"...Sonetto?" Vertin spoke softly once more. Green eyes, normally so self-adsuree, now seemed to waver, like a river splitting into two.

"...I missed you..." Sonetto eventually whispered. Indeed, it had been a short trip, lasting only two days. Yet, for the loyal puppy, it felt like an eternity.

Vertin shook her head, smiling, and started to rub circles on the opposite hand. "I'm here now, Sonetto. Don't worry, okay?"

"I-I know, but--!" a loss of composure, Sonetto focused on her breathing to regain it. "...I..."

Sonetto's words failed her, as she closed her eyes. She appeared... lost, almost.

Without hesitation, Vertin closed the gap between them, lips meeting Sonetto's.

Green eyes shot wide open, and Sonetto's mind reeled at it. It was then she realised that, no, she was not on a mission, and this a haze-induced dream: this was real.

Her breath hitching, Sonetto could only squeeze her eyes shut--once more--as she felt Vertin swiftly pull off her other glove. Skin rubbed against skin, fingers tracing deep callouses nobody else had ever explored before.

It felt perfect.

As if they were meant to fit together in this way, like two sides of the same coin. Sonetto’s head was reeling, but she knew one thing: she didn’t want this moment to ever end.

Missions, The Foundation, Manus Vindictae? In this moment of utter bliss, of true peace, Sonetto cared not for them. To her, they were but pebbles next to the river, with Vertin the water that graces it.

Soon, both pulled away, air returning to their lungs as strings of saliva connected their lips.

Vertin took that moment to, despite her apparent tiredness, to crack a grin. "Real enough for you, Sonetto?"

Sonetto gently flicked the top of Vertin's head. "...Yes, it is. You are."

They laid next to each other, saying nothing for a moment that seemed to be eternal.

"...Vertin?"

"Yes, Sonetto?"

"I... care for you. Deeply."

Vertin was a touchy person.

She liked to poke things, ever since she was young. She'd poke the fences, she'd poke the trees and, at times, would poke the cheeks of Sonetto.

Now, as the Timekeeper, she poked many of the Arcanists she's recruited. They don't mind her eccentricities, some even enjoying it.

Voyager was one of these. Of course, such pokes and hugs had turned into caresses and embraces.

Voyager was a marvel to gaze upon; she could shift her body at a moment's notice and desire.

In this case, Vertin had seen it immediately, as she entered her room, locked it behind her out of habit, and saw what was on her bed.

Voyager. With a butt so big, it was asstronomical.

Voyager was looking over her shoulder at Vertin. The entirety of her back was a galaxy, stars twinkling in that endless abyss, but her hands, feet, and butt remained 'human-like'.

Voyager herself was looking with her usual, kind smile, eyes not betraying any other emotion.

Vertin, very slowly, creeped along to Voyager. She cleared her throat. "...This is quite... a surprise."

A small 'heh heh' came from Voyager. She gazed back at Vertin and, in her opinion, Vertin was much like a galaxy herself. Full of mysterious, possibilities and, above all else, beauty.

"You seem to like this side more." Voyager gently said. It was not said in a teasing manner, but it might as well had been.

Vertin, even still, had to look away, red dusting her cheeks as she tore her gaze away from Voyager's cheeks. "I, ah..."

A sudden push made Vertin land on Voyager's back.

Stars and constellations danced upon the endless back of Voyager.

Despite the sheer volume of the galaxy, Vertin soon found herself face-to...butt.

To say that it was soft would be the understatement of all of the 20th Century. It was akin to a soft jell-o, being able to move at the slightest of movements and kept moving afterwards.

It was then Vertin noted that the butt of thr violinist had freckles on it, twinkling like stars in a night sky. And Vertin, ever an explorer, wanted to explore the boundless depths.

Vertin pressed her hands into it, one to each, and pressed into it. It easily sunk into the vastness and--wait.

Was it... getting bigger?

Voyager merely giggled once more, resting her head in her hands. She also had a small grin on her face, as if daring Vertin to go further.

And Vertin, ever the stubborn leader, did so.

She parted them, and saw gazing at her an almost blue circle in between the vastness of each cheek, reflecting small stars at her.

Voyager's grin seemed to grow almost smug. How could she not be, when allowing the one who cares for her to in-DULGE?!

Voyager gave a jolt when she felt a tongue poking around the blue circle, before it entered it; Voyager looked back to see what could only be described as a starving girl feasting on her asshole.

To each their own, but even still...!

Vertin continued, entranced by the odd taste it left behind that, funnily enough, tasted quite a lot like blueberries. It was unlike others she had, and that was something welcomed.

She near enough devoured it, holding in place Voyager's legs to stop her wiggling away. The noises made from Voyager was adorable, but also... strange, with a glitchy texture.

"V...Vertin...!" quietly whisper-shouted the alien girl, before she reached an orgasm.

And, with it, her body glitched, and Vertin saw space itself.

It was stunning, many stars in that sky. Stars twinkled, having stories of their life and rebirths, with Vertin seeing, in the center of her chest, a shinning ball of dark purple and blue. The 'heart' of the being.

Moving away from her feast, Vertin moved her hand over her mouth to get rid of any and all excess saliva.

"Had dun?" Vertin asked, she not trying at all to hide her shit-eating grin.

"Voyager looked back, her face also reflecting the starry night sky, her eyes gateways into a void of love, and a lack of smugness.

Baiser was having so much goddamn fun. Right up until now.

She never expected to affect Azure this deeply. Nor did she intend to. Sure, her methods were unorthodox, strange, and at times nearly stealing purity, but she never intended to break them.

She put it into perspective: The Magia Tres, of Magenta, Sulfur and Azure. They're like... dolls. Inspiring to many, adorable, and iconic. But, like dolls, if you break one of them, you can't just glue the piece back on. Or, rather, you can, but it will not retain its original elegance, nor of its clean shape, or of it fitting perfectly.

That was what has happened to Azure.

Perhaps she could have berated her. Cried at her. Raged at her. Looked at her in digust.

Those are what Utena Hiiragi would. But she currently isn't Utena; Instead, she is Magia Baiser, who took on a different approach.

The gem had been cracked, and Baiser felt something lick her foot. Looking down, she saw Azure, literal hearts in her eyes, as she worshiped Baiser's foot.

She used said foot to tilt her head up, her gazing into Baiser's eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, quietly. "Are you not a hero?"

Azure breathed heavily, her lungs gasping for precious air. But to her, what is air, next to Baiser? Baiser was sure that, if she asked Azure to breath in her scent, she'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Hah... hah... Mistress Baiseeeeer...~" the so-called Magical Girl moaned out the name of her enemy with a title of blasphemy. "I-I can't wiiiiinnn...~"

"Of course you can, Azure." gently she rubbed her foot against the blue-haired girl's chin. "All you have to do... is to get up, and raise you weapon against me."

Azure mumbled a weak "Nnnnoooo..." at that. Well, luckily, Basier was quick on her toes.

"Imagine if Magenta and Sulfer were to see this shameful display." she shook her head, akin to a disappointed parent. "Imagine if they saw you, licking the foot of the enemy."

"T-They can watch all they want..."

Oho? Is that so...?

"...Perhaps you would ask them to join you?" Baiser asked, and she felt Azure rub against her harder. "Imagine it; you and your teammates, worshipping your enemy as if they were a deity."

She placed her foot on the back of Azure's head.

"You know, I wasn't always a villain. The way I see it, I'm not one fully, either. But if I was to embrace the role, then you gotta know..."

She rubbed Azure's face into the ground.

Blonney was many things. A bimbo? Nope, never. Quirky? Oh, definitely.

A monsterfucker?

Yes.

Oh, yes.

She always denied it in high school. Those spider-women? Don't be ridiculous.

Of course, that was before Jessica. Now she can't deny it due to the evidence being. Right in front of her.

Unfortunately, Jessica had to adopt a human lower body for their dalliances, at least when on the bed. Outside of it? Blonney goes to town on Jessica's ass, essentially snorting up Jessica's asshole.

Weird? Yes. Next question.

And do not get her started on being mounted. Yes, it was awful for her trying to convince Vertin to let her keep the breeding mount, but thankfully was backed up for Yenisei.

Jessica had been smiling the while time as Blonney was sitting on the floor, at Blonney's face looking upwards at them.

"Everything okay, Jennifer?" Jessica asked. Even now, the Changeling was kind and caring, not knowing how degenerative Blonney was.

Of course, even then, it showed in their, simply put, animalistic fucking. Blonney has half convinced her womb had moved around her body, with how powerful Jessica was thrusting.

It was going to be a classic end to the tale, orgasming at the same time, Jessica's cream going into Blonney's womb...

Yet, Jessica did something funny. As she moved back, in a swift moment, the large member had vanished, and Jessica and Blonney's clits hit each other as both started to orgasm.

To say that their "Clits were obliterated" and that "Blonney's womb was destroyed by Jessica" were both the understatement of this current century.

They're both weird, at the end of the day.

And thus, they have to stick together, loving the company of the other.

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"I mean no offense to you, Miss Woods," Ttoth Fairy later said, the two sitting down in the dentist's room, "But you seem the type to critique Miss Jessica's anus as if you were a Michelin star chef."

Blonney choked on air. "E-EXCUSE ME?!" she then narrowed her eyes. "Oh, and YOU don't with Madam Z?!"

"Of course not." Tooth Fairy lied as naturally as she breathed.

"..." Blonney did not look impressed.

"I would do so like a doctor. I may be a dentist, but I also have dabbled in other fields." Tooth Fairy calmly explained.

"LIKE ASS???" Blonney nearly screamed in confusion.

"I blame Madam Z." Tooth Fairy replied.

You can't bullshit a bullshitter, however. Blonney saw through her.

To Vertin, it was what she imagined the nectar of the Greek Gods tasted like.

Sonetto tastes divine, a forbidden apple's juice, or maybe akin to having a snack well after curfew: Something one should not have by normal circumstances, but if were the case, why does it taste so delicious, then?

Vertin attempted to lap up more with her tongue, eager to have her daily fill, when she saw that said forbidden fruit moving away from here. Vertin, then, held down the legs, and moved back in.

She didn't see nor hear Sonetto, who's breathing had gone raggedy, and who's face was red with a deep blush. If she was the apple, then Vertin was the snake of Greed and Gluttony.