Ikenami grew irate at the alarm. At this point school was trivial to her. Two years ago yesterday she joined the Taimanin. Training was hard and between that and the few missions she'd been a part of she'd not passed a year of school since. She was a senior and at this point even the act of going through the motions was hard. Jake, the boy by the door, eyed Ikenami up and down as she blew past him. He always did that. Creep, she thought. She didn't have time for that.
Today was a big day. Her first solo mission. The weekend prior, Asagi Igawa herself had met with her. Oboro had made an unwelcome appearance on the far end of town and so both Asagi and Yukikaze were occupied this weekend. Ikenami was to guard the congressman Okobu Inawa, at least until the following night. He'd overheard a deal between Ingrid and a demon he didn't recognize and from the description given even Asagi was unsure as to its identity. The information he'd given had foiled an attempted assassination of the sitting prime minister on Wednesday and as such he was without question a target.
Ikenami had all her gear for the weekend in a duffel bag, snatching it out of her locker and leaving as quick as she could. She'd been given his address, a mansion on the outskirts of town, and caught the first train there. Ikenami hadn't had time to change out of her school uniform but figured it would be alright, pulling up Okobu's file as she assumed a seat on the train. He'd been elected a few cycles back and as far as she could tell had yet to be compromised. He was approaching 60, lived alone, only an estranged daughter for family and as the train slowed to her stop Ikenami barely noticed.
She got out in a rush, squinting at the glare of afternoon sun. It was a beautiful day and Ikenami was disappointed to be missing out on swim team. She thought herself silly for packing her swimsuit, scolding herself as she made the short walk to the mansion. It was a massive, white plantation style building, surrounded by a well manicured field. She buzzed the gate and in a minute he was there.
For a moment he didn't speak, just stared.
"O-Okobu?" Ikenami asked. She'd hoped she was mistaken but by the toothy grin that followed knew that she wasn't.
"Ikenami," he said, taking a long look at her, eyes zeroing in on her miniskirt in the wind. He opened the gate, watching as the Taimanin passed. "You're younger than I expected."
Ikenami kept her head high. She'd dealt with men like him before. Her PE teacher who she'd uncovered as a demon spy had taken quite a fancy to her two years back. He'd done his best to compromise her. It was part of what had driven her to become a Taimanin. "Where will I be staying?" She asked, both hands fluffing her hair in the wind.
"Are you sure you're up for this?"
Ikenami popped her hip. "I assure you I am more than capable."
He pointed to a cottage at the far end of the courtyard. "Do make yourself at home," he said.
She bowed at his request, watching as he left for the mansion. Ikenami waited for the door to close behind him, shivering in the afternoon air before resigning to her cottage. Yet as she crossed the perfectly manicured field she couldn't help but feel she was being watched. It was a cozy wooden structure fit with a dresser, a king bed with an iron bar frame and headboard, and a flat screen television. Ikenami packed her clothes in, changing into her Taimanin uniform. It was blue, tight, fitted perfectly to her body and as she'd forgotten to close the windows, the gaps near her thighs and hips made her shiver in the cold. She shut the windows and turned on the television, making sure her twin daggers were ready at her bedside. Once she was comfortable she called HQ.
"Ikenami!" A high voice chimed out the other end.
She knew it as Yukikaze's. "Yeah it's me," she said. "I thought you two had left."
Yuki's laugh quelled what nerves had been brewing since Ikenami had arrived. "Sorry to disappoint," she said. "We are leaving soon though. I hope. Asagi's late as always." By Ikenami's lack of answer Yukikaze felt the urge to continue. "How is it?"
"Oh it's okay," Ikenami answered. She didn't like Okobu. She hoped it was just the first impression but for whatever reason felt otherwise. He was in his early 60's, balding profusely and his wild use of hair implants did nothing to aid his appearance. He was a large man, strong, well built especially for his age and with a crooked smile.
"That doesn't sound too promising," Yukikaze noted.
"N-no," Ikenami answered. "No I've got it. It's just..."
"Just what?"
The feeling of eyes tracing her to the cottage, the feel of him staring hungrily at the billowing of her skirt sent a shiver down the smoothed legs of Ikenami's uniform. The air was still cold and Ikenami rubbed at the insides of her thighs. "I thought you said he was one of the good ones?"
"He is," Yukikaze said. "You've got this Ren." The sound of a door opening signaled the end of the call, leaving Ikenami alone in her cottage.
Right, she thought, placing her daggers into the holsters of her uniform. The mission is what matters. I must not fail.
Dusk was falling as Ikenami started on patrol. The mansion and its surrounding estate was for the most part well guarded. A spiked fence rose more than ten feet high around it. Ren inspected the soil around the fence. It was solid, going under would take a while and most surely get noticed. The park that flanked two sides of it tapered off to uneven grass leaving nothing to aid in an ascent over the fence and well maintained roads with no trees or lamp posts within reach rendered all sides safe. Ikenami felt a tickle of joy as she traversed the estate. They had a swimming pool. An olympic sized one at that with a hot tub on the side.
After two times around the premises Ikenami noted one fault. The only spot of weakness lay in an oak tree at the far corner between the smaller road and the park. Low hanging branches from the aged tree made for an easy escape if one were to penetrate the homestead walls and crossing in with a rope was more than possible.
As Ikenami inspected the tree she noticed something. A scuff mark on the low branch. It was small but proved both that it had been and could be used again. Ren felt her Taimanin senses tingle and turned. On the third and highest floor of the mansion she spotted Okobu in a red satin robe on the balcony. He'd been watching her.
"Hungry?" He asked.
Ikenami recalled she hadn't eaten since lunch and after consulting the setting sun returned gracious eyes to him. "What time is it?"
He leant back with a hearty laugh, briefly exposing himself to the young Taimanin. "It's almost 6!" He hollered. "Come on in, we'll get you stuffed up."
Ikenami started off towards the front entrance of the mansion without a word. He's huge, she thought, the image of his cock slipping silently out the folds of his robe stuck on repeat in her mind. Why would he show me that? I'm younger than his daughter. That's disgusting! She tried to keep her mind focused on the scuff mark on the oak but revulsion at his exposing himself to her rang ever louder in her mind as she approached the front. Maybe it was an accident, she thought. She could feel a rising dread in her stomach. He was just leaning back after all. I made him laugh. Before she realized she'd reached the front entrance the door opened, Okobu's robe flowing in the wind as he leant into the arched wood of his doorway. "Come in."
Ikenami obliged. The inside of his mansion was Even more gorgeous than the outside. A spiral staircase took the center of the building and at her right lay the kitchen, to the left, wrapping around the stairwell, the living room. She flinched as both his hands clapped down hard on her shoulders, massaging them into a subdued state as the door clicked shut behind them. "You seem tense," he noted.
She pulled forward, out of his grasp. "Where would be best to discuss?" She asked. "The information I have is sensitive."
He motioned up the stairwell and as he started his ascent, took Ikenami by the hand. He led her to his bedroom and after handing her a marble plate with steak and truffles, motioned for her to assume a seat on his bed.
Ikenami was famished, finishing it in no time. It was delicious and she spared no expense graciously thanking the congressman who in turn sat down at her side. He was close. Too close. Exposed thigh nearly touching hers as it slid out the confines of his robe.
"Why the daggers?" He asked.
Ikenami perked up at the question. "Sir it is my duty to protect y-"
"Yes but why now?" He set a hand to her near thigh and as he squeezed she pulled it aside, out of his grasp. "Ikenami," he teased. "Relax!" Seeing that the windows were barred and the only door was locked she resigned to hand him the daggers, watching as he set them onto his bedside table. "I am sorry sir," she said. "It is just a precaution. One of many we Taimanin t-!"
Once the daggers were out of reach Okobu pushed Ikenami down onto her back, taking her wrists in hand and stradling the young Taimanin before she could fully comprehend the situation. Her hips bucked but at the feel of her pressing into his cock she stopped, shrinking back into the comforter. I can't hurt him, she thought. Her mind ran. That was one of their rules. Asagi had stressed it during her training. He's a congressman, her mind screamed, if anything were to happen to him I don't know what would become of me!
"You're so hot," he told her. His breath reeked of cigarettes and as his lips drew near Ikenami broke into a fit of coughing. Okobu pressed fat lips to her neck, sucking on it like a lollipop, making loud, disgusting slurping noises.
"Sir!" She cried. "Please sir I-!" Ikenami's pleading was silenced by his lips on hers. She could feel his naked bulge growing larger and more erect between her thighs as his aged tongue slithered in between her lips. Her thighs tightened but as his cock was already between them, sped up its hardening as it grazed back and forth against her pussy. For the first time Ikenami felt naked within the tight fabric of her uniform. Her mind was racing. She tried to think of what to do, her cheeks slowly flushing with red as her hips swayed back and forth to the feel of hungry lips devouring hers.
His lips left hers and she gasped in the fresh air, newly freed thighs pressing tight against each other as she shut her eyes. As her lips parted in another gasp her eyes shot open at the salty taste of cock. She tried to tell him off but as her lips widened his massive penis plunged down into the Taimanin's throat. His hands bound her wrists high over her head and as he plunged his cock ever further into the Taimanin's neck every time he penetrated her he relished in the sound of his balls clapping against her chin. Her athlete legs swayed and squirmed uselessly about the air, shattering her marble plate on the carpet as he removed and thrust his ever hardening cock in and out. With one hand binding her wrists he plugged her nose, making her perfect body wretch and gag every time the bulge of his cock showed out the perfect musculature of her neck. Then he came, shoving his cock down as far as it could go, making sure not a drop bubbled up to the surface of her lips as her body flopped about in exaggerated swallowing motions. Once he was sure the last traces of his cum were gone he unsheathed his cock, leaving the Taimanin to pant on her back, sweaty and weak.
"Fuck you," Ikenami whispered, coughing a spittle of semen up onto her cheeks which had flushed a rosy hue.
"If you insist," he hissed and before the weary girl could protest his lips were on hers again, sucking out whatever moisture his cracked cigarette lips needed from her succulent ones. He parted Ikenami's thighs without resistance and when he moved the thin band of cloth making up her Taimanin uniform aside, pulled back his head and laughed. "No panties! Naughty girl."
Ren Ikenami turned her head aside as hot embarrassment shot through her. She tried pressing her thighs together but his meaty cock was in the way. "Pervert!" She cried and at her insult his cock shot in, condomless.
He moaned, thrusting it in so hard the poor Taimanin's body moved halfway across the bed. Her head lulled back in ecstasy as the aged politician ran greedy hands all along her body, feeling every part of her breasts and hips until they coiled around her throat. "Take this," he said, pinning her down as he fucked her harder and harder.
Ikenami had to focus just to not pass out. She could feel him throwing his full strength into every thrust and the sweat off his meaty fingers ran down into the collar of her uniform in streams.
He could see her eyes rolling back up into her head as she whined with pleasure, strong legs spreading ever wider as to permit further entry into her body. He obliged, shaking her young, muscular neck back and forth with merciless abandon. He tried to hold back his orgasm as Ikenami's thighs cushioned the clapping of his balls but as he came the Taimanin let out a scream of unadulterated pleasure. His cock softened but he never stopped pulling it in and out, hungry to get it hard again. As the young Taimanin moaned he ran greedy hands up and down the length of her thighs, licking all along the red mark he'd left on her neck. "You're so cute," he said.
Ikenami wanted to slit his throat or to scream but her mind was everywhere all at once. To at least say something, anything other than moaning in a pleasure she wanted anything other than for him to know. But as his weight pressed her down into his comforter and his tongue tickled at her atoms apple she found her voice had gone. He grabbed a tuft of her silky hair and pulled on it hard. Her athlete thighs squirmed and from between them she could feel his flaccid cock growing again.
It was a half an hour and one more load burst in her pussy before Okobu let Ikenami go. In the dark she stumbled blindly out of his room, stench of his cum perforating her every sense and the sticky feel of it encasing her. Penetrating every orifice of her body. She didn't remember the long journey back to her cottage but by the scuffs on her knees and elbows she'd crawled. She had but the strength to strip before going to sleep, sweat and cum still dressing most every part of her naked body and the unrelenting taste reminding her of the night's charade with each subconscious swallow.
***
Ikenami woke with a jump. Her throat and pelvis ached and even her head hurt, throbbing as though she'd drunk a six pack the night prior. Her whole body felt weak, sticky, sore. For a while she lay there, running hands up and down where Okobu had touched. That disgusting man, she thought. Why him? Ikenami shook the thoughts of last night's charade momentarily from her mind and got to her feet. Before her, in a heap, lay her Taimanin uniform. Once a symbol of pride now made her shiver at its sight. It was sticky, from sweat or cum she knew not and the knowledge that her daggers were at his bedside sent chills down her spine. She let her uniform drop, not bothering to pack it or dress as she searched for a shower.
A brief search brought with it one realization. One that near made her stomach curdle. Her bathroom was small. Unusually so, fitted with but a toilet and sink. That meant that the only showers were inside the mansion. She brushed her teeth, rinsed her face, hair and as she stared up at the shadow of the mansion she cursed Okobu's name.
She threw on her swimsuit in a rush. A tight little one piece with a V starting well below her belly button, two thin straps barely withholding her breasts.
She didn't want to risk inquiring on a towel so, in just that she made for the pool. The sun was already nearing its peak and this Saturday's sun gave off far more warmth than the day prior.
Ikenami shuddered as her toes dipped the water. It was cold. Unheated she thought. But without further hesitation she dove, like a swan, gracefully jetting into the clear water. She swam a ways before returning to the surface, feeling the stench of yesternight slide off and into the crystalline waters. She burst out for a breath and in that same motion flipped her hair back out of her eyes. Ikenami stared at her changing reflection in the water. She liked the way it accentuated her soft blue eyes and the glistening of her hair. She made a face, bringing a faint smile to her lips.
She felt a prickling at the back of her neck and at her senses call she turned. Okobu's toothy grin glowered down at her from the balcony. "Lovely day," he said. He was still in that same robe and even as he pointed out into the park his eyes stayed fixed to her.
She glared back at him, flipping her hair in defiance as she turned, diving back into the water. In spite of prying eyes Ikenami started swimming laps, beginning with her specialty, the backstroke. Yet as she swam she took particular notice to her breasts protruding out of the water, oscillations in the water lapping them like waves to a shore. Knowing he'd love that she stopped after one lap, shooting him another hardened glare as she resigned to swimming breaststroke and freestyle. As much as he enjoyed watching Ikenami work, without any cleavage to see he eventually slipped back inside.
Okobu had long since retired to the solitude of his mansion when Ikenami's senses sparked once more. She lulled to a stop, shaking out the water in her hair as she scanned the estate.
Then she saw it. A shadow slipping back behind the mansion. Ikenami burst out of the pool, letting the speed of pursuit dry her as she ran to where she'd seen the shadow vanish. "Stop!" She cried, flying around the backside of the mansion. It was little short of a miracle her wet feet didn't trip her or that her sore legs were able to catch whoever it was.
The figure was dressed all in black, a nondescript mask covering their face. They were small. Not quite 4 feet. The two stared at each other for a long while, neither quite sure of what to do.
"Who are you?" She demanded. "This is a private residence."
When the figure didn't answer Ikenami ran at it. Her legs were tired from swimming and the aches of yesterday slowed her approach.
The figure unsheathed what looked to be steel claws, an inbetween of Oboro's and regular brass knuckles. As Ikenami arrived they swung at her head. She ducked just in time but the figure swung again with its free hand, forcing her back. "Taimanin," it hissed. A goblin's voice.
"Who sent you?" Ikenami asked.
The stranger smiled at her with pointed teeth. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Before Ikenami could think he ran at her, swinging wildly. She leapt back out of the way, tripping awkwardly onto her back. As his claws plunged into the walls of the mansion he went to strike her with his off hand and she kicked him hard in the chest.
She sprung back up and he swung wildly with his free hand, tearing himself free of the wall with a heave.
As he stumbled to regain his balance Ikenami blocked a wild swing to her side and hit him straight between his eyes. The goblin blocked a swift roundhouse kick from the young Taimanin and as he stumbled, leapt back and sent both feet into her breasts, leaving them on their backs. They both struggled to get up but he was quicker and as he dashed across the oak tree to safety, Ikenami hadn't a chance to catch him.
Fuck! She cursed. If only I'd had my daggers. Ikenami once more turned to the shadow of the mansion. She knew where her daggers lay, or at least where she'd left them. No matter, she thought. Asagi will be here shortly. This evening at the latest she said. You can do this Ikenami. You have to.....
Almost the second she knocked the door opened. Ikenami was still dripping from her swimsuit and was breathing hard. He ran greedy eyes along every curve of her body as he barred the door. "Good afternoon," he said.
Fucking creep. Ikenami swallowed a growing lump in her throat. He was still in that robe, the stench of it alone making her dizzy.
He propped the door as she passed, forcing her to have to squeeze by him just to get in through the doorway. Even though she did her best to get past quickly she could feel he still wasn't wearing pants or underwear and the thought alone made her shudder. "What is it?" He asked, motioning her to take a seat at the dining table in the kitchen.
The Taimanin cleared her throat, folding hands behind her back as she stood erect, defiant. "Sir, there has been a breach."
He gave a puzzled look, assuming the seat he'd just offered. "And?"
"It was a demon sir. One of Oboro's conscripts I think."
"You think?"
Ikenami cleared her throat of whatever nerves he might hear. "A goblin, sir. It crossed over the oak tree. I meant to bring this up yesterday but I would highly recommend you cut it."
Okobu looked unfazed. "No," he said, watching as Ikenami's nervous look turned more to one of confusion.
"As an organization we strive to eliminate risk on all levels."
"I'm not cutting the tree."
"But sir. This is about your safety, I'm not ju-"
He stood up fast, towering over the young Taimanin. "And you expect me to listen to you?"
Ikenami dipped her head. "I'm sorry sir I-"
"What about this intruder?" He asked. "I did tell you to stop did I? Didn't Asagi?"
"Y-yes sir," she stammered. Her cheeks were beginning to flush and there was nowhere to hide it. "I caught him trying to sneak around front and confronted him." She stopped, nervously fidgeting with her hands as the blaring AC made her wet body shiver. "A scout. If I'd had my daggers I'd surely have detained him."
At the mention of her daggers a sickening grin made his lips. "Your daggers?"
"Yes sir."
He scoffed as pleading blue eyes met his. "That's your excuse?"
Ikenami didn't answer, biting hard into her lip.
"Follow me."
With a heavy heart and dread balling in her throat Ikenami followed him up the stairs. They spiraled up past the second floor, entering his bedroom right across from where the stairwell let out. She scanned the room for any sign of her daggers, checking first the table on which she'd left them, then the bed, eyeing through a slit in the bathroom. Her brief search was cut when the door clicked shut behind her and before she could turn his hands coiled around her waist. He pressed his cock against her mostly exposed ass and let out a sinister little laugh as his hips rocked gently back and forth.
"M-my daggers!" She cried. She shut her eyes tight as one hand snaked in through her swimsuit and into her pussy.
He moved the other to her breasts, easily pulling aside the thin straps as he fondled them, taking his time with each. "Hush," he told her, tongue running the length of her neck.
"S-sir this is serious," she whined. She gasped at the sight of his head poking out from between her thighs, just staring at it as it moved gently back and forth.
"So am I," he whispered into her ear, biting down on it as he toyed with her body.
I can't! She broke free of his grasp and turned to him. He was hard now, free flowing robe doing little to cover that wrinkled, veiny thing.
"You do want your daggers, right?" He teased, putting his hands to his hips. "You wouldn't have disgraced the Taimanin name, potentially your country and myself if you'd had them?"
God dammit, I failed. How could I? Ikenami blushed as he pulled back the folds of his robe, covering what she could of her breasts with the straps of her swimsuit. She needed her daggers and had no way of finding them. Most of his drawers had locks on them and she wasn't keen on sticking around to find the key. "Yes sir," she whined, her voice scant more than a whisper. "Y-you won't tell them?"
He laughed. "Ask nicely."
"May I please have my daggers, sir?"
He shook his head.
"Please," she begged, knees beginning to grow weak.
Okobu laughed and watched her blush. "Now how does a pretty thing like you get what she wants?" He took a step closer. "Try again."
Ikenami asked again. She could see the desperation in her voice arousing him as she pleaded, growing ever more desperate with each request.
"Oh Ikenami," he teased, taking another step in, extending his cock as so she just had to look. "Ikenami." He put a tender hand to her cheek and as his tip pressed softly into her Ikenami leapt back, tripping onto his bed. She sprung to her feet, face flushed with emotion and as she tried to find the words. "Now now," he told her. "Knees."
Ikenami sank to her knees. His stench engulfed her, waving his cock around her head like a triumphant bugle. It was horrible. Big, curved, blue veins almost bursting out of it like gopher holes and a smattering of bumps and warts rose like smattered mountains in every direction. Gross! What's wrong with it?
Ikenami swallowed hard, placing reluctant hands at its base.
He took a step closer, making it twitch, causing it to gently slap her cheek. She let out a gasp and at the sound pressed it anxiously against pursed lips. "No hands," he hissed.
No.....Ikenami let them drop, turning pleading eyes his way but as she parted her lips to beg it slipped in. Her lips pursed around it and for a moment they held that tableau. Him triumphantly staring down at his subject. Her, paralyzed by the familiar taste at her lips, soft blue eyes pleading silently for his mercy.
"Lick it," he commanded and she obeyed.
He let out a moan as her lips left it with a pop, watching in awe as the Taimanin ran her tongue from the base of his balls all the way to the tip. She gave his head a circle with her tongue and before she could continue he pulled up hard on her hair. The Taimanin squealed but his cock plunging into her throat silenced that. He could feel her body squirm as he pulled her head in towards him, forcing his cock in further. Her body clenched, hands flailing about the air desperately trying not to help. He tore it out and Ikenami gasped. She hardly had time for a breath however as Okobu pinched her nose shut, placing one hand to the back of her head as he rammed it in again.
Ikenami was helpless, legs and arms dangling as he slammed his disgusting cock mercilessly down her throat. She could barely breathe, shutting her eyes tight as her lips, mouth and throat took on the taste of his filth. Her body wretched and gagged every time he sunk it in. Without hesitation he pulled out and shoved it down as far as he could, muscling it deep into the Taimanin's neck. Ikenami struggled to breathe, every time she tried inhaling small droplets of precum.
He watched, relishing the sight of her perfect body wriggling and gagging as she strained to appease him. He unsheathed it, laughing as the girl fell weakly into his thighs. "Need a break?" He asked, gently brushing hair out of her eyes.
She nodded meekly, putting a tender hand against his leg as she caught her breath.
"Alright," he said, barely holding back another hideous laugh. "My balls ain't gonna lick themselves."
Ikenami watched, horrified as he lifted his cock with one hand to provide her a better view. Ew! Ikenami thought as his left ball dipped to her lips. I can't. This is disgus-! His free hand snared her hair and as she opened her mouth in shock it popped in. She squealed as her lips pursed around it, eyes wide as her unwitting tongue accidentally hit it, making it bounce around her mouth like some demented ping pong ball. He yanked up on her hair and as she squealed, made sure not to stop sucking.
He threw her into the side of his bed, letting out a sigh as it popped out from between her lips. As she slumped down he grabbed her wrists, hoisting them high up over her head. "Don't you know what lick means?" He teased.
Ikenami just sat there, watching with horror as once more his cock drew near. Her body squirmed with anticipation and her legs moved uselessly about either side of his thighs as he plunged it into her throat, forcing her head back into the mattress. He pushed her down and moved forward as to shove it in as vertically as he could. She could feel it pushing up against the lining of her throat and felt his hand stroking gently at where it showed. She tried to swallow but his cock was in the way.
"Oh yeah," he moaned at the feel of her throat sliding around his cock. He pulled it out and forced it back down as far as it could, both hands pulling her head up by her hair. He burst and watched her squirm. He pulled out again, slowly, watching as she swallowed hard. She coughed and a splash of semen dirtied her swimsuit. "I never said you had to swallow," he said.
I could take him....From the floor Ikenami glared at him. Her throat felt sore and the taste was inescapable. She watched as Okobu squatted down to her. She flinched as strong hands took her head and mashed perpetually dry lips to hers. She shut her eyes tight, whining as his hand snaked back into her pussy.
"God you're hot," he hissed. His lips left hers but any relief soon vanished as sweaty hands coiled around her neck. Okobu lifted the Taimanin up by her throat, vain whimpers getting him hard again in no time. He looked long into her pleading blue eyes and set her down, exposed pussy sliding down around his cock.
Ikenami's head rolled back as he held her, forcing her body up and down by the strength of his thrusting hips and his hands around her neck. She gasped desperately for whatever air she could, squealing as his lips pressed greedily into hers once more. I can't take it! Her mind screamed. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he tossed her suspended body up and down, strangling and sucking out what little strength she had left. Just as she felt herself starting to run out of air he threw her like a ragdoll onto his bed. She landed on her chest, panting weakly as she braced herself.
On cue both hands grabbed the back of her hair and pulled back hard. He didn't bother being polite, laughing at the Taimanin's delicious moan as he shoved his cock back into her pussy. "That's right," he hissed. "Scream!"
"Oh yes!" My voice...why did I say tha-ooh!!!
As he thrust in and out he could feel her athlete thighs uselessly kicking about the air at his sides. He let out a moan as her thighs spread for him, fucking her as hard as he could. Every time he shoved his cock in her body shot forward and she let out a weak little grunt. He let one hand go from her hair, feeling up her strong sides as he rode her hard. He liked the feel of her swimsuit. He liked the feel of her body. He shut his eyes for a moment and intook the bliss. The drum of his balls clapping hard against her ass, the pathetic little grunts she made every time he thrusted in, the feel of her soft wet hair in his hands and her sweaty thighs rubbing against his as they flailed aimlessly. His eyes opened and came into her, watching as her defiled body slipped off his bed and onto the floor in a heap.
From the ground Ikenami watched him, not bothering to cover her pussy as she shivered at his feet. What now? But to her surprise he turned and left, holding the door for her.
"I made dinner," he said.
Ikenami struggled to her feet, trying her best to stand tall as she walked past him. His prying hands squeezed her ass and she could feel his eyes watching its every move as she descended the stairs. When they reached the kitchen he demanded she sit and the unsteady Ikenami obliged.
He motioned her to stay and ran up to the second floor for a minute, leaving Ikenami to her thoughts. I can't believe this, she thought, letting her head fall to her palms. Why me? She swallowed hard and at the taste almost puked. The inside of her thighs hurt and she felt dizzy. Where is Asagi? I need you..... she jumped as both daggers were slammed down violently in front of her.
Okobu handed her a glass of wine before retrieving his own with their food. He watched as she inhaled her wine, hoping it would rid her of the taste in her mouth. She ate quickly, silently, eyes not once rising from the leftover steak and truffles in front of her. When she'd finished she got up in a hurry. She felt a chill as Okobu's hand took hers.
"Not gonna thank me for dinner?"
She shot him a disgusted look and made quickly for her cottage, making sure she had her daggers this time. She could hear his awful laugh all the way to the safety of her bedroom. She tried locking the door but upon finding it had none decided to change. She pulled open the dresser but didn't move. Her head hurt. She'd not noticed it before, thinking it was the stench or his roughness. Maybe I'm just tired? She lay down on her back but that didn't help. She watched, motionless as the world around her began to spin and before she could think she was out.