"My name is Daan D. Dickenson, I… I will be the Hoka… no, wait, it was… I will be the next pirate… no, not that," he muttered, a smirk twitching as he tried to collect himself.
"Oh, right. My name is Daan D. Dickenson, and I need your help." His cock finally settled down, though he could still feel the throbbing.
Kista's gaze slid down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes with a smirk. "I see… Well, I can't deny I'm intrigued by you," she said, her fingers tapping commands into her giant computer. "But it seems you couldn't quite keep up," she added with a hint of tease. "So, is this about Madako?"
"Yes, it is," Daan replied, looking around quickly before asking, "By the way, what time is it?"
"It's 01/11/2045, 11:57 pm," Kista answered without looking up, her fingers still moving over the keyboard. "If it's about Madako, don't worry. I already know how to deal with her…" She yanked Daan closer, gripping his chair with her bare foot and pulling him toward her.
"Madako's a high-end cursed spirit; sealing her back into the tape won't be hard for me. I've already tracked down who had it and dealt with him," Kista said, flicking her finger in a commanding gesture.
"Plushy, bring me the tape." Moments later, two small teddy bears scuttled over, one holding a VHS tape and the other clutching what looked like a metallic buttplug.
"Thank you," Kista murmured, grabbing both items with an amused glint in her eye.
"This is the original tape," she held it up. "As long as I have this, nothing will happen. By the way, Drejo and the other guy are safe. I contacted Smoking and told him everything would be handled smoothly."
With that, she stood up, handing Daan the buttplug with a wicked grin. "Mind giving me a hand?" She leaned back into her chair, her hips thrust forward as she displayed her dripping pussy and twitching ass, inviting him without a hint of shame.
'Well,' Daan thought, feeling his mouth dry, 'When in Rome…' He slid the buttplug between her cheeks, pressing it against her tight asshole, savoring the moment before he pushed it inside.
"Augh~ that's good, so good~" Kista moaned, slapping her big ass, sending a delicious ripple through her flesh. Daan glanced at the clock; midnight had ticked over—his last day had begun.
"So… Madako can't touch me as long as you're here, right?" he asked, watching Kista as she "subtly" rubbed her asshole with her fingers.
"Pretty much," she replied with a grin.
Daan leaned closer, smirking. "Mind giving me a hand? I've got something special planned for her."
Kista raised an eyebrow, lounging back in her chair, her fingers wandering over her breasts as she groped them playfully, muttering a casual "boop" with each squeeze.
"I want to make her addicted to sex," Daan announced, his tone serious, eyes fixed on Kista. She paused, eyebrow quirking higher, her hands stalling on her chest. "Go on?" she urged, clearly intrigued.
"So, I've got this ability that makes women go crazy for my cock," he lied smoothly, his face so convincing he could've sworn he'd make a monk believe he'd met Buddha himself.
"For it to work, though, I'll need you to restrain Madako for a bit—just long enough for me to pound her ass until she's hooked."
"Oh~ I had a feeling it was something like that," Kista purred, adjusting herself in the chair to let the buttplug shift inside, hitting just the right spot. "No wonder I fell for you. No hard feelings, by the way; that one's on me for letting my guard down."
"So, will you help me?" Daan leaned in, his face close to hers, their breaths mingling as he watched her eyes glaze with lust.
"Sure, why not?" Kista murmured, her voice thick with desire. Daan smirked, noticing the way her body trembled—she was about to cum again, barely holding herself together in his proximity.
The first light of dawn was barely out when inside Kista's cave, the darkness was only broken by the flickering glow of an old, dust-coated TV screen crackling with static.
The screen twisted, contorting as Madako began to push through, her massive tits smashing against the glass, practically squeezing and squashing due to the small size of the TV.
Finally, she emerged, managing to crawl out of the Tv after getting her tits and ass stuck; Madako towered at seven feet with a body designed to be fucked until her legs gave in.
Her skin was pale as death, practically glowing under the thin, white nightgown that clung obscenely to every curve.
Her enormous breasts were high and perky, each one defying gravity, while her ass stretched the thin fabric beyond what it was supposed to hold, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Her midnight black hair fell in dark, long, straight waves, framing her face, and her red eyes, glowing with a furious, unholy glow, sold her as the perfect ghost onahole.
Before she could even step forward, crimson tendrils shot out of the shadows, snaking around her wrists, ankles, and body, pulling tight until she was completely immobilized.
She thrashed, trying to free herself, her eyes flaring brighter with every yank against the binds.
But the more she struggled, the tighter they clamped down, glowing with an intense heat that started to burn her skin.
Her struggles turned into frantic jerks, her bound wrists pulling helplessly as she realized she was completely trapped.
From the darkness, Daan stepped forward, naked. His cock was still glistening with Kista's cum and saliva, streaks of her black lipstick smeared sloppily along its length.
The dark, thick ring of her lipstick around the base was a vulgar reminder of just how deep she'd taken him, and the sight alone was enough to make him smirk.
He walked over to Madako, his confidence sky-high, pressing himself close against her bound body, his lips brushing her ear.
"Isn't it normal for ghosts to obey the man who made them moan like a bitch in heat?" he whispered, the words laced with taunting satisfaction.
Madako growled, her red eyes flashing as she tried to summon every bit of power she had left. The ground beneath them rumbled as she pushed, her fury shaking the air around them, but those cursed binds only responded with more heat, burning into her skin and forcing her powers to shrink under the pain.
"Yeah, not gonna work," Daan chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance. "These binds? A little something from Resolute. As long as I've got your origin, you're nothing more than a toy."
He let his eyes devour her bound body, his gaze lingering on her massive curves as he circled around her like a predator savoring its prey.
With a wicked grin, he lifted her nightgown, taking his sweet time to reveal the luscious curves of her ass, each cheek round and perfect, practically begging for his touch.
He didn't waste a second, his hands gripping her hard, fingers sinking into the softness as he spread her wide, exposing her pussy and asshole.
His breath was hot against her skin, his face pressing between her cheeks as his tongue darted out to taste her pussy, licking her lower lips with a hunger that only grew more ravenous with each lick.
"Sweet as hell," he muttered, his voice low and mocking as he ran his tongue along her pussy, savoring as her legs trembled; Madako squirmed, her thighs clenching reflexively, only to be held in place by the red binds.
Daan pulled back, his cock throbbing as he rubbed it against her soaked pussy, smearing her juices and Kista's leftover saliva along his tip until he was lubed up and ready.
With a dark grin, Daan positioned himself at her ass, pressing the swollen head against her tight asshole, savoring the way she clenched instinctively.
Without another word, he shoved forward, driving himself into her in one brutal thrust, stretching her wide as he buried himself the deepest he could before it was too tight.
Her body arched, her mouth falling open in a gasp as he filled her completely, the tight, hot walls of her ass squeezing around him as he started to move, each thrust rougher than the last, every stroke dragging a loud, unwilling moan from her.
"Look at you," he sneered, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her.
"You're supposed to be this terrifying spirit, but here you are, taking it like the slut you are."
Daan didn't hold back. He thrust into Madako's ass with as much force as his hips could do; each slam was deep and powerful, his hips slamming against her pale cheeks, making her ass ripple.
His grip tightened around her massive tits, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, teasing her as his cock drove into her again and again.
The weight of her tits was heavenly, filling his hands completely, and with every squeeze, he felt her body shiver.
The sound of his balls smacking against her only fueled his slams; Daan began to slap her thick ass, each slap sending ripples through her round, bubblebutt.
With every thrust, he watched her body respond, every inch of her ass jiggling from the impact.
Madako's initial resistance started to falter; he could hear it in the way her breath hitched, her body betraying her with little moans that grew louder as he pounded into her, pushing her limits with every thrust.
A wicked grin spread across Daan's face. "Yeah… that's right. You're mine," he growled, pulling her back against him, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
His cock throbbed, and he knew he was close, but he wasn't about to stop.
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself as far as he could go, feeling her walls squeeze around him as he reached his peak.
His cock pulsed, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum deep inside her ass, painting her insides as he groaned in satisfaction, his body tensing as he emptied himself completely.
For a moment, he held her there, letting the sensation linger as he felt her tighten around him, her breathing ragged and heavy. But he wasn't done. Not even close.
Daan grabbed her thighs, pulling her up and maneuvering her into a standing full nelson, locking his hands behind her neck and lifting her effortlessly.
His cock stayed buried deep in her ass, stretching her to the limit as he held her midair despite their size difference, she was surprisingly lightweight.
Madako's moans turned into shameless cries and screams of pure pleasure, her long, pink tongue slipping out of her mouth in a display of pure submission.
With a swift motion, Daan tore open her nightgown, the fabric ripping apart to reveal her chest, her enormous tits spilling free, bouncing slightly as they settled into view.
They were massive, each breast full, heavy, and perfect. As Daan continued to pound her from behind, Daan's eyes caught sight of her nipples—tiny, inverted buds hidden within the soft flesh of her breasts, waiting to be teased out.
'I fucking love inverted nipples, ' Daan thought as he let Madako down, still buried inside her; Daan leaned forward, biting down gently on her neck before his mouth found one of those hidden nipples.
He sucked hard, drawing the nub out, feeling it harden between his lips as he sucked it with his tongue.
Madako's entire body trembled, her moans turning into desperate gasps, her chest heaving as he teased her, pulling on her sensitive flesh until both nipples were hard and standing proudly, perfectly matched to the flush of her skin.
Finally, he slid his cock out of her, a wicked grin on his face as he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Her face was something else. Glowing red eyes softened with hearts for the iris, her mouth parted as she panted, her breath warm against his face.
He tilted her chin up, bringing her closer, his eyes locked. "Kiss me," he ordered.
Madako's eyes softened even more, and without a second of hesitation, she leaned in, their lips meeting together in a deep, heated kiss.
Her mouth moved hungrily against his, her tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with his own, tasting him as her hands reached up to grip his shoulders, pulling him even closer.
It was messy, raw, and exactly what they both wanted. Their breaths mingled as they devoured each other.