#uhaw

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Training new recruits had always been a tiring duty. From teaching them basic maneuvers to demonstrating them several times in a row, it took a lot out of the officers when this time of the year came around. Fenrir stretched her arms as she made her way back to her room, hoping to catch a quick nap before dinner time. It was a surprise to find her girlfriend waiting for her on the bed, suddenly hoping to have some down time with her now that she was there.

What she didn’t expect was to be pushed down on her knees with her arms tied behind, the mattress dipping with their combined weight. Her skirt bunched up her waist as Alice thrusted against her, gripping tight on her hips to keep her still. The strap-on cock slipped in and out of her pussy with ease, covered in her arousal as she moaned louder with each push.

“I think you’re enjoying this punishment a little too much, aren’t you?” her lover whispered, fingers tugging on her hair.

She bit her lip, walls clenching around her cock as she pushed in deep and fast before pulling out completely. A frustrated moan slipped from her mouth from the loss of stimulation. A finger ran along her slit, being careful to avoid touching her clit before pushing two fingers in. “You’re tightening up so much with just my fingers.”

Fenrir groaned when she started to curl her fingers close to her sweet spot. She squirmed in an effort to push them in deeper, but a quick smack on her ass made her squeal in surprise. Fingers pulled on her hair a little harder, the slight tinge of pain making her skin tingle with sending shots of pleasure down her back.

“I know I asked you to wear pants today, but you didn’t. Why is that?”

“I-I forgot..!” she huffed. “I was in a hurry..and couldn’t find--”

Another smack on her ass. Fenrir gasped when she was pulled up by the waist, her back flush against her chest as she plunged two fingers into her. The fast pumping of her digits were pushing her dangerously close to her orgasm, thighs shaking and hips jerking up for more before she pulled them out. The needy whine she let out made her chuckle before pushing in her waiting cunt again, thrusting fast and pulling out again. The persistent teasing kept her on the edge, frustration and need growing hotter inside her.

“Please.. Please let me cum..”

The feeling of her cock rubbing along her slit made her moan. A quick tug of her hair made her tilt her head back, her mouth moving up her neck. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

“I promise..!” Her voice was hoarse, pleading with what little control she had left. “I’ll keep my promise, so please...”

“Mn.. Well, you did beg for me nicely..”

In a smooth motion, Alice pushed the length of her cock in her pussy. The sudden fullness made her cry out, squeezing around it as she began to fuck her in a fast and steady pace. She was absolutely soaked, making it easier for her to thrust quick and deep. Fingers rubbed with pressure on her aching clit, the added stimulation sending her higher up the peak. “Fuck, Alice…!”

Another tug on her hair made her lean back, her mouth busy peppering kisses and love bites on her neck. One hard bite was enough to send her over the edge, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her. Her lover held her close, rolling her hips slowly to help prolong her pleasure while she came down from her high.

Fenrir slumped against her as she felt her pull out gently before the ribbons were untied. The two of them collapsed on the bed side by side, sweaty and catching their breath. She turned around to face her as she removed strap-on, moving closer to capture her lips in a demanding kiss.

“Fenrir..” she moaned softly, arching her back as fingers slipped up her thigh.

“Mn, you haven’t cum yet, have you?”

Alice shook her head as she nudged her legs apart, tugging her panties off before immediately diving between them. She wasted no time; using two fingers, she spread her open and thrust her tongue in her soaking pussy.

Her fingers once again tangled themselves in pink hair, pulling on it and bucking her hips against her face. Drawing tight circles around her clit and pushing her tongue in as fast as she can, she cried out her name, coming undone in front of her. She lapped up all of her cum, moaning from her heady taste.

A tug on her head made her stop and look up, meeting hazy blue eyes. Her light laughter filled her ears. “Stop that, you’re going to make me cum again.”

She couldn’t help but grin. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

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Glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time for the past hour didn’t make the hands move any faster. You sigh and try to focus on the computer screen, arranging the needed files for next week’s meetings with the board members. Working for your lover was both a blessing and a curse, but at least there were no restrictions about office romances except for the typical ‘no indecent display of affection within company grounds’.

The double doors swing open as the clients start to leave. You stand up and greet them goodbye politely before turning towards the room, finding Comte’s gaze on you with a meaningful look. Finally, you think, shutting off the computer with a few clicks and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

He approaches you, smiling as he offers you his hand. “Shall we get going?”

You giggle, taking his hand and walking beside him out of the office. The other employees greet the two of you on your way out, waving back at them while waiting for the elevator. As soon as the doors close, you feel his hand on your ass. A soft whine falls from your lips as you push back against him.

“I trust you still have my presents with you.” He leans close, whispering in your ear as you nod.

The warmth of his hand reminded you of his surprise earlier at lunch. How he bent you over his lap, slick fingers teasing your asshole before easing the thick buttplug inside you while playing with your clit. It was difficult to ignore for the rest of the day, the toy pushing in you each time you sat down. The vibrator he slipped in your pussy was easier to forget except for the moments when he gives you a small reminder of it. It would vibrate close to that sweet spot, knowing that he had chosen this size with that specific purpose in mind.

You gasp, squeezing your thighs together as the egg starts to move. He doesn’t slow his pace as you keep up with him, managing to reach the parking lot without falling over your feet. Like clockwork, the driver had already prepared the car--or small limo, due to the spaciousness of the back seats--for your arrival, holding the door open as the two of you settle inside.

As the office building grows smaller in the mirror, Comte places his hand on your inner thigh, fingers caressing your skin. You slide your legs open just enough for his hand to slide higher, waiting for him to discover just how damp your panties already were.

The low growl in his voice makes you throb. “On my lap. Now.”

You shift to lie down just like earlier, thankful for the heavily tinted windows as he pulls your skirt up. His hand caresses your asscheek, giving it a firm squeeze before disposing you of your underwear. “I knew green was perfect on you.”

He gently tugs on the crystal end of the plug, making you moan. The toy pulses stronger inside you, making you jerk your hips for some friction. “Comte, please..”

The sensation of his fingers along your slit makes you tighten in anticipation. Two of his digits slide in easily, stretching you just a bit and pressing the egg right against your spot, making you squirm. The vibrations are quick to work you up, your pussy squeezing around it and him. You let out a frustrated moan when he eases the toy and his fingers out of you.

By chance, the car stops on a red light. Comte makes you sit as he kneels on the floor, settling your legs on his shoulders and leaning down to have a taste of you. His tongue thrusts straight into you while he presses the vibrator against your clit, drawing tight circles around it.

“Nghh..! Fuck..!!” It was useless to pull away from him, your body trembling from all the stimulation. Your fingers tangle in his hair, messing up the perfect hairstyle as you bite your lip.

Each push of his tongue made the plug in your ass move around, heightening your pleasure. A loud moan slips from you as he thrusts faster, your hips jerking up while you tug his head closer. Your orgasm hits you hard, tightening around his tongue and the plug, crying out as your lover helps you ride it out for as long as he can.

Your legs were shaky when Comte pulls away, pressing a gentle kiss on your thigh. The car stops before a familiar set of gates, realizing that you were already at his house. “God. I don’t think I can walk straight..”

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The court grounds were mildly packed. The yearly sportsfest events were coming around again, which meant that every team would be practicing on their own respective fields. The awards were always extravagant--a shiny gold trophy, cash rewards and a free trip for the whole team for 3 days--, which helped motivate the players to win.

Needless to say, it’s one of the things several female students were looking forward to, since it was a golden opportunity to watch the so called ‘campus hotties’ in action. Every team had at least one, with the basketball team having the most number of fans. Syrila sat among her friends on the bleachers who were giggling and gossiping about the latest rumors. 

“Did you hear? A student was spotted with a History professor after school hours.”

“Oh, that’s old news. I saw the captain of the women’s volleyball team kissing another girl.”

“What! I thought the captain had a boyfriend from another school!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she lied about that, you know.”

At this point, she had already tuned them out. She watched as the members started doing stretching exercises, meaning that practice was nearly over. In the circle of students, it wasn’t hard to spot her boyfriend among them, shouting numbers to keep everyone in rhythm. After a series of cool down exercises, their coach was satisfied enough to dismiss them.

Alyn wandered to the bleachers opposite of where they were, grabbing a water bottle before turning around to meet her gaze. He grinned at her, lifting the bottle up in the air and taking a drink from it. That boyish smile of his sent butterflies to her stomach, making her melt a little inside.

“Oh, look who’s preying on your man again.” one of her girls mumbled in her ear, her gaze directed at the cheerleaders.

She didn’t need to look to find out. “Come on ladies, let’s go.”

In a fluid motion, the four of them stood up and headed towards the team, catching some of the boys’ attention. The sound of that high-pitched saccharine laughter grated at her ears, stepping on the polished wood a bit harder to announce her presence. She’s certain that Stephanie heard her based on how her posse of clone cheerleaders glared at her, their high ponytails swishing in almost perfect unison.

“Good work today, Alyn.” she giggled, her hand on his arm. “I’m sure that it must be tiring, being the captain of such a talented team.”

His voice was flat, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“All that work must leave you so tense, though.” The head cheerleader smiled at him, her eyes raking over him slowly. “I know a good place where we can have fun.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” He moved her hand away, shifting to look at Syrila. “See you at the usual spot?”

“Yeah. I’ll wait for you.”

Stephanie dropped the smile as he walked off towards the locker room, speaking rudely once he was out of earshot. “Callathy, you have such bad timing.”

“Miller, if you stopped to use your brain for once, you’d remember that he’s my boyfriend.”

She scoffed and stepped closer to her, towering a good four inches higher than her. “Everyone knows the captain of the cheerleading squad and the basketball team are the ultimate power couple. He has that certain way of looking at me during practice.”

“Is there nothing in that skull of yours besides cotton?” she raised an eyebrow, itching to smack that smug look on her face. “He already has me.”

“That doesn’t mean anything when he eventually leaves you for me, Callathy.” Stephanie sneered, tossing her hair back. “I’m hot, gorgeous and head cheerleader. It’s only a matter of time until he finally falls for me.”

Syrila resisted the urge to yank on her ponytail as she sauntered away, the rest of her pack following suit. She spun around on her heel, marching out of the court as her friends tried to calm her down. Even as she waited by the parking lot entrance, she couldn’t get her words out of her head.

A thumb gently rubbed at her forehead, startling her out of her thoughts. “Hey!”

“If you keep fretting like that, you’re going to get wrinkles.”

She pouted at him, swatting his hand away. Alyn chuckled before leading her out of the building, intending to drive her home like always. After tossing their bags into the backseat, he was surprised when she held his hand in hers, twining their fingers together before leaning closer to him.

“I can’t drive if you don’t let go of my hand.” He squeezed her hand, meeting violet eyes.

“I know.” She simply replied before closing the distance, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

She rested one of her hands on his thigh as he deepened the kiss, cupping her cheek. She started to caress him, biting on his lower lip before kissing down along his neck, leaving tiny bites. He groaned softly when she nipped on his pulse, her tongue hot against his skin as her fingers started to undo his belt.

“You know I’m not interested in her, right?”

Syrila responded by suddenly biting him, making his cock twitch. Holding back a moan, she wrapped her fingers around him, pumping slowly and rubbing the head with her thumb. She moved and made another mark next to the first one, squeezing him when she did. He gripped the steering wheel as each swipe of her tongue on his skin made him throb.

“Bunny,” he hissed as she freed his cock from the confines of his clothes, hoping to catch her attention with the pet name. The precum on her hand made it easier for her to move it faster, his focus slowly slipping. “We’re still on campus.”

She shifted to look up at him. “That’s true.”

“So let me--nnghh!!”

Alyn didn’t have time to finish his words as he felt her warm tongue along the length of his cock, her hand stroking around the base. She licked at the head, moaning as she tasted him before taking him in her mouth. He bit his lip as she started to bob her head up and down, humming softly to give him more stimulation.

It didn’t help him that they haven’t been spending time with each other as much due to all the extra training hours. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding them away from her face as he watched her, his hard cock sliding back and forth between red lips. The limited space didn’t allow him much room to move, leaving him at her mercy. His other hand was still locked with her fingers, her grip on them firm. The messy sounds of her sucking filled the car, serving to fuel his arousal.

Finally she threw a glance at him without missing rhythm, violet eyes dark with desire. She sucked harder and moved faster, moaning as his hips jerked up. With a guttural groan, he gripped her hair, twitching in her mouth as he came. She kept sucking, using her tongue to lick the head of his cock to drag out his pleasure for as much as she can, swallowing up everything.

When his fingers relaxed in her hair, she pulled away and ran her fingers through her dishevelled hair. She tucked his cock back in his clothes, not bothering to zip them close before sitting up. “..Syrila.”

She tilted her face towards him, fidgeting in her seat as her damp panties stuck to her. “Yes.”

“We’re stopping by my place.”

Syrila nodded, strapping on the seatbelt as he twisted the key, the car engine humming to life. They both knew that Leo wouldn’t be there today and her father was out on a business trip for at least 2 more weeks. “Are you going to let me go home tonight?”

“That depends on you, Bunny.” He smirked, pulling out of the lot before heading for the road. “Because I’m not letting you go until you understand that there’s nothing for you to be jealous about.”

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It had been nearly two weeks since Edgar was sent out for a mission. You had slowly gotten used to this fact, yet it wasn’t at all easy to miss him less during these times. He would always make it up to you afterwards, yet you never held it against him. 

A knock on your door one late evening caught you off guard.

The logical thing to do would have been to not entertain it and push him to get some rest. Inviting him in would only tempt the two of you. But it was difficult to ignore that small tinge of need as he steps inside, pulsing stronger when he suddenly pins you against your door.  Impatience wins over as he captures your lips in a heated kiss, cupping your cheek to tilt your head towards him. The thin nightgown you were wearing provided little barrier between the two of you as he nips on your lower lip.

“Edgar.” you start, breathless from the kiss.

The rest of the words die on your tongue as he gets on his knees, lifting your skirts and nudging your legs apart. His mouth trails a line of kisses up your thigh, fingers quick to dispose you of your panties. You moan as he licks along your slit, his thumb rubbing on your clit with light strokes.

It was almost embarrassing how quick he had you worked up, bucking into his face as he eased a bare finger inside you. He moved it slowly, coaxing your pleasure as your fingers tangle in his messy locks. You bite on your lip when he slides a second finger in, trying to keep quiet so as not to alarm anyone outside.

His mouth sucks on your throbbing clit as he moves his fingers faster, moaning loudly when he hits that sweet spot. You gasp his name out as your release takes you by surprise, squeezing around him and bucking your hips against him.

Even as you did, Edgar didn't pause. He moves closer, draping one of your legs on his shoulder to bury himself deeper between them. Using his wet fingers, he pulls them out and spreads you open for him. Your body shivers, still sensitive from your first orgasm as his tongue pushes in your pussy, his hand holding your hips still. There wasn't much you could do except moan for him, your wanton voice echoing in the dimly lit room.

“Fuck..!! Edgar..!” you whine, fighting against his hold for more contact. All he does is hum back, thumb pressing on your clit as he thrusts faster.

It was almost too much, crying out when he slides a finger in with his tongue, rubbing you with more pressure. You squeeze around them, pulling hard on his hair as you tighten and cum for a second time. He groans, the vibration making your legs shake as he eagerly laps you up. You whimper when his tongue licks up your slit, flicking over your clit as your pleasure starts to die down.

You slide your hand down to his face, pushing it away gently before he riles you up too much again. Edgar actually obliges, pressing kisses down your thigh as he sets your leg down. In a moment he’s lifting you up in his arms, heading towards your bed. “That was quite a surprise.”

“Mn,” he sits on your soft mattress, lying down with you. “I was surprised at myself as well.”

A soft laugh falls from your lips. “Really now. Why is that?”

“I wasn’t supposed to visit your room.” He reaches out to tuck a stray hair of yours behind your ear. “But when I saw you open the door, I couldn’t help myself.”

You move to snuggle closer, pressing your face in the crook of his neck. “Maybe you should surprise me like that more often.”

Edgar chuckles, his breath hot on your ear before shifting to pin you down on the bed. “Then, should I continue to surprise you?”

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You could trace where her finger was going, even if you couldn’t see it--drawing circles on your back or thighs, her touch light as a feather. You didn’t dare to look up from the sheets, not without any instruction.

“You did very well during the ball in Stein last week. I’m proud of you.” Her voice was smooth, almost purr-like as she caressed your hair.

It was no secret that the King’s loyal and most trusted advisor was a woman. At first, you wondered how that was possible--it was rare for females to hold such a high position in power without any sort of arrangement or blood link. You worried about your fate as the commoner turned princess, yet time and time again, Giles had proven herself to be capable of building you up to be the future ruler of this kingdom. The way she carried herself in each occasion had an aura of elegance and power to them, and the attraction was hard to deny. In a twist of fate, she had felt the same way; thus began your secret love.

“But,” she paused, fingers playing with the ends of your hair. “you were quite naughty when you were left alone in your room that night, weren’t you?”

A smack resounds in the air, feeling a warm sting on your ass as you jerk. You were too caught up in your thoughts of remembering that night to prepare yourself for that. “I asked you what you did on the night of that Stein ball.”

“I..touched myself without Mistress’ permission.” You admit, cheeks flushing red.

“And you know what happens to little girls who disobey?”

Somehow, a part of you was looking forward to this, maybe even craved for it. In these spaces there is only you and her; nothing else is occupying her mind, her attention focused solely on you. “They get punished.”

Giles hums in approval, her hand caressing your ass. This time you were ready, biting your lip as she gives you a smack. “Count.”

“One.”

She smacks two more, one on each cheek. You count dutifully, feeling your arousal rise even more. You already knew you were wet even before that warning slap. Clenching your hands, you focus on keeping count, trying to ignore the way your pussy throbs with each hit. The next count falls from your mouth like a moan. “E-Eight..”

“You keep pushing your hips up.” She runs her hand down your back, her other hand kneading one of your asscheeks. In a fluid motion, Giles slides her hand in your panties, pushing it down and sliding two fingers easily in your pussy. You moan loudly, squeezing around them. “Such a naughty girl you are, getting this wet while being punished.”

She pushes her fingers in deep, refusing to move them as she spanks you again. It makes you twitch every time, the numbers tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate groan. With a tilt of her hand, she curled her fingers, hitting that sweet spot. You cry out, tightening and squirming on her lap. “M-Mistress..!”

“Yes, my little girl?”

“Please..” you moan softly. “Please let me cum..”

Despite your protest, Giles pulls her fingers out of you. She taps your shoulder and you look back at her, watching her lick them clean before reaching for the strap-on. “I’ll let you, but you have to work for it.”

You oblige, moving off her lap to give her space. She shifts to wear the strap-on, adjusting it in position before sitting back down. In a moment you’re straddling her, a hand on her shoulder for balance as you rub against her cock before pushing it inside you. You moan loudly, feeling it fill and stretch you just right as you ease yourself down closer on her lap.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you.” Your lover coos, running her hands along your thighs. She leans closer to press kisses up your neck, murmuring in your ear. “You feel so good, twitching tightly around me like that.”

A thrill of pleasure runs through your body as you move your hips, slow at first. You nuzzle your face in the crook of her neck, hiding your face in slight embarrassment as you speed up. The sensation of her thumb grinding on your throbbing clit was heavenly, making you moan even more.

Giles sucks on your pulse, nipping and licking on your skin. “Mn, that’s right, make yourself cum on my cock.”

The need for her was overwhelming, riding faster, taking her in deeper. She pushes up on your clit, drawing tight circles around it and adding more pressure, knowing how much you love it. Your pussy squeezes every time you sink yourself down on her cock, the pleasure quickly building up. Your voice is hoarse but you keep moaning--you can’t stop, it just feel so, so good.

She groans in your ear, the throaty sound the last thing you barely acknowledge before you finally fall off the edge. You cry out her name, rocking your hips against hers, drawing out your well earned orgasm. She keeps playing with your clit, helping you ride it out until you gradually slow down. One of her hands start to rub your back, waiting for you to settle. You take in breaths, chest heaving as your body relaxes in her arms.

You feel her shift and pull out of you before unbuckling the straps. “Hold on to me, alright?”

Cradling your body to hers, she stands up and walks slowly. At this point, you’ve stopped trying to argue with her to put you down--it never works, as much as you try. The sound of running water echoes in the bathroom, the smell of roses and lavender enveloping you as Giles gently settles you down into the warm waters.

“Mn.. Giles?” You open your eyes, meeting her soft gaze.

She smiles at you so lovingly, so achingly sweet. “Yes?”

“I love you.”