Tags: NTR-Ish, Consensual, Breeding.
"Yo, my nigga'! What's good!?" Django greeted his fellow student.
"Ugh... It is downright unfair that you sound way too cheerful right now. I am not a morning person."
Asenath Hermia froze up, her eyes going wide as her boyfriend's voice reached her from where she's knelt under the desk. She hadn't expected the boy she was in love with (obsessed, not that Asenath would ever acknowledge it) to be up this early. Simon usually slept in. Oh, dear god!
"You're up early, aren't ya? How it's goin' blue-haired dude?" said Django with a knowin' grin on his face. The good news was that he wasn't the only boy in the class anymore. Bad news... He is still a perverted know-it-all jerk! How dare he talk to Simon like that?
Right? Asenath would have nodded along with Django's words… if she didn't currently have his cock in her mouth. Speaking of which, her lack of movement since Simon's entrance into the room seemed to have annoyed the raven-haired playboy Incubus. Django's brutal grip on her blue hair tightened, and he forced her back and forth. Asenath let out a quiet whimper and got back to work, sucking on his member dutifully as she worked at the underside of his shaft with her tongue.
"Nothing much. Just waiting for Asenath to show up. I was up all last night studying for the test. Thanks for the notes." Simon replied calmly before yawning loudly. He wonders where she is. Asenath usually is always the morning bird.
Asenath jerked in surprise when Django's hand snaked around her head and pulled her off of him. Her eyes went wide as she tried to look up at him, but the raven-haired boy just looked down at her with an amused smirk on his lips.
"Ah, that sucks, man. Tough luck."
As her boyfriend and Django continued to talk. The Incubus once again forced Asenath's lips around Django's cock as she kneeled there beneath the table he's sat at, roughly bobbing her head back and forth along his length. How had she gotten in this situation in the first place? It was unconscionable; to have the one she loved so much in the same room as her while she was doing this… nasty thing with Django and his stupid, long, meaty, thick, juicy, and stupid bumps on his way too enormous cock!
"Come on, play with your tits for me!" Django telepathy commanded, and Asenath did as instructed, lifting her blouse over her head and exposing her breasts. Then while she was still wearing her bra, she pulled the cups aside and rubbed the nipples between her fingers.
The sight of Asenath playing with her boobs had Django's mind going blank for a moment. He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl who was undressing under the table right in front of him. With her boyfriend sitting next to him.
Asenath tried to suppress her pleasure, shuddered, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried and failed to block out Simon's voice. This was all for him. She just had to remind herself of that. It was all for him. Even if the rich bad boy dick tasted unaccountably good, and so did his semen, which she'd been swallowing every morning for over a week now. The blue-haired teen now understands what Yui has been going through. His cock should NOT be this delicious. Eventually, Simon stepped out to go to the bathroom and Django's grip on her hair finally loosened. Asenath slid her lips off his cock with a pop, and when Django leaned back to look down the slope of his muscular chest at her, she glared. She never stopped stroking his member and balls, though.
"I can hear everything you guys are saying. You're both so loud!" Asenath whispered, snapped at him, practically growling at this point as she gave him a handle. The Incubus teen just raised both eyebrows at her, speaking in a conversational tone.
"Just talkin' to ya boi," playfully evil smirk on his face. "I can't control when that nice boyfriend of yours who he talks to and where he sits, whatever your name is. Don't get it twisted, gurl; we've arranged to meet up very early in the morn specifically to avoid him. So the blue-haired boi woke up early. Never thout I see the day?"
Asenath glared hatefully at the teen as she stroked Django's dick with her smooth palm, not even noticing what she was doing; maybe if Django didn't insist on doing it in public places! Or with Yui sometimes. There wouldn't be an issue if she could just take him back to her dorm or even go to his Apt/Penthouse when they were having their private rendezvous! But no, he had to have it in public to be his only stipulation.
"Still, you didn't have to be so rough when I froze up. It would help if you were more understanding. I'm a lady, not just some toy for you to use as you please. Making me undress... So much like heathen, like Yui always said."
Django chuckled at that and gave Asenath a specific look.
"Bitch! Remind me 'gain why we're doing this? Why did YOU come to ME for this?"
A deep blush spread across Asenath's face as she muttered under her breath.
"What was that? I didn't hear ya... Say it and go back suckin' my cock like a lollipop."
So vulgar... he was really going to make her say it. Gritting her teeth and clutching at her skirt, the blue-haired young woman did just that.
"Because I need your help so I can be the type of woman Simon wants."
"And that's why I'm gonna give it to ya. Ya know, I don't even care about yer intentions. I just wanna feel that pretty face of yours wrapped around my fat cock."
Asenath was ashamed of having to go to such a man. She had concluded weeks back that the reason Simon wasn't interested in her as a woman had to do with her inexperience. She wasn't sexy enough (lie), so she'd thought long and hard about just who she could approach to fix that. Eventually, she'd settled on Django, unattached and good looking, was surprisedly an honourable man. Since he got back from injury, she'd been sucking his dick to learn how to suck Simon's properly. She thought she was getting pretty good, but each morning the jerk would seem somewhat dispassionate after they were done.
That was why she'd started drinking his cum. He'd told her that swallowing a man's cum was a way to show your affection and respect for them. It helped that his cock and seed tasted so weirdly good to Asenath, but she always reminded herself what and who exactly this was all for. Just you wait, Simon, you will have a girlfriend who can suck like a champ!
Dumb bitch.
"Well, hurry up and finish before the bell starts!"
Startled out of her daydreaming by Django, the blue-haired girl flushed repeatedly and slid her mouth back over the boy's cock, bobbing up and down once more than she sucked for all she was worth. Her anger and embarrassment over what she was doing were forgotten entirely. A few moments later, Django smirked and came into her mouth. Asenath dutifully and even gulped up the tasty white fluid, his viscous seed sliding right down her throat and into her gullet.
***
Weeks later, Asenath Hermia had to swallow down a scream of pain and pleasure at the sudden intrusion of her tiny pussy by Django's monumental cock. Finally, Asenath had become quite adept at sucking dick. Her technique was better than before, and she could tell that her Django was enjoying himself immensely. Asenath mooned loudly as the rich boy penetrated her cunt for the week umpteenth time. They'd graduated to 'fuck trainin' as the black-haired young teen callously called it, and ever since, Django let her barely get a wink of rest. If she wasn't sucking his cock in the morning, he was finding her around lunchtime for a quick fuck outback. Then it was back to sucking his cock again before he took her back to her dorm so she could nap before attending classes.
Not that she minded. Asenath was a little surprised at how well she was coming along with all of this, although she was in a relationship with Simon and was supposed to be faithful to him. She wondered if she was cheating on him. Wasn't she? How would she explain it to Simon? Fuck Simon. He doesn't matter anymore.
An-oh god, he was so big. Asenath's eyes rolled back in her head as Django finally entered her womb with his massive member. The young woman was in complete denial over what was happening to her. While yes, Django was abusing their little 'training' relationship to get some strings free sex whenever he wanted, Asenath was actually quite enjoying their encounters, just as much as he was. It was almost like the sex was all Asenath needed. Like that was all she needed to forget about Simon's utter lack of interest in anything other than his books.
Asenath had just come to terms with that when her mind was suddenly filled with Simon's voice.
"Am I really that intrusive to you? Aren't we friends?" Her pussy is getting tighter at the thought of Simon, and the speed of Django's thrusts makes her whine and gasp.
"Stop! Please! Stop!" she pleads with Simon.
"It's okay; I won't tell anyone." Django impersonated Simon's voice perfectly. Django is a lot of things. Most of them aren't good. He will lie, hustle and steal to get what he wants. But Asenath has to admit something to herself.
Django Kamadeva Whitmore is a damn talented actor. "You can trust me." But he can imitate voices very well.
"Please, Simon, stop!" She begs, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cries out. "I love you! I don't want to hurt you! I just need more experience! I just need to know what it feels like to have a dick inside me!"
Asenath's moans of pleasure and pain were muffled by Django's cock plunging into and out of her tight pussy, but the mental image of Simon's face was so clear in her mind. His pleading expression and the way he'd looked at her when she had done the same to him. Asenath felt guilty.
She had told Simon that she loved him and that she didn't want to cheat on him. But she wasn't just fucking Django. She was sucking his dick and swallowing his sperm. It was all for him. He was the one that convinced her to try new things, even if those things weren't exactly everyday.
"Yeah, I can't do this anymore." Django was breaking his character. "Listen up... Go to Simon after this. You will like what happens!" Django said, grinning evilly at her.
"Huh? Why?" Asenath said, melting down to the ground. His cum was always so thicc and sticky. The wall of her cunt tightened around him as he plunged deeper, faster, harder, all while pipin' down his water boys.
"Because I'm going to take you home right after we're done here, and I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Trust me... So stop acting like a baby and suck me off!"
"Yes, Sir", Asenath mewled, dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around Django.
***
Simon had a problem. A serious problem. Simply put: he was going crazy.
He really was! He was losing his mind. And he didn't know how much longer he could try to pretend that he was keeping it together, mainly because he would be going to the reason. He was losing his mind, right to her home, and would be alone in a room with her.
Simon had been in love with Asenath for years. They'd been friends since they were kids when she first moved to New York, and nobody else wanted to be friends with the foreign girl with the thick Australian accent. But Simon didn't care, and he'd sat with her at lunch and walked with her home from school. Where a group of bullies tried to pick on them, and Simon was the first to learn that Asenath Hermia was amazing.
She was the most demanding, intelligent, and athletic girl in their class, and after she effortlessly thrashed those bullies, everyone else quickly realised that she was a lot more than just a girl with an accent. And as they grew up, it became apparent that Asenath was also beautiful, and yet… she had always been friends with Simon. That had made him feel special, and so he had fallen in love with her. Sure, he likes school and books a little too much, but over the past weeks…
He couldn't stop thinking about her. About her… her body. He'd close his eyes and envision her naked (not hard to imagine: so deep was their trust. She barely wore clothes when he was over), beckoning him to her. He dreamed of her in the shower or that he'd wake up with her in his bed, under his covers, and he'd glance down… he couldn't even blink without remembering her scent, her laugh, the sparkle in her emerald eyes… all the things that made him love her so dearly.
And it was getting worse. Worse and worse and worse. Sleep meant a dozen dreams of Asenath throwing herself at him. His heart thudded as if to burst just by looking at her. The feeling of her breasts—her breath—on his skin felt like he'd burst into flames. And his poor dick…
Fuck.
He could barely remember the last time he hadn't woken up to a morning woody. And then there was the issue of the fucking sounds that she made in her sleep. Every night he woke up to her moaning in her sleep, and every time it was louder and louder, until finally… he couldn't take it anymore. He knew that he was jealous. He knew that he was a hypocrite, but he just couldn't help himself.
So when Asenath walked into his dorm room looking like a damn goddess. He snapped, "S-Simon, what's wrong?" she asked, suddenly worried, "Is everything-"
"Asenath..." he croaked,
"Simon! Are you okay?"
"Can't-" and then he looked up at her, his eyes clouded in lust, that magenta light now pulsing behind his pupils.
And then he leapt on her.
Asenath shrieked, half alarm and half delight, as he ripped her blouse open and tore her bra off. His hands mauled her tits, and Asenath loved the way he was so rough with her. He was so strong, so… so manly, as he took her for his own. As he shredded her skirt and tore his own jeans, he forced his tongue down her throat. He didn't have time to wait; she didn't have time to wait as his dick practically burst forth… and then he rammed it into her.
Asenath Hermia's eyes widened as she felt his cock push against her entrance. The sheer size and weight of it nearly made her fall over backwards. Since when was he this big? Not big as Django, but still… she was amazed and awed by what he was doing to her. What he was doing with her.
So this is what Django meant by like what's going to happen.