An End, Some Means, and a Deranged Lesbian – Chapter 2

I wake up feeling better than I have in months, then I turn to the side and see why.

I spend far more than I would like to admit just watching her sleep, that dumb grin of hers apparent even as she unconsciously gropes my breast in a way that is more amusing than enticing.

Then I silently get out of bed, get showered, cook breakfast, leave the extra portion on a covered dish, kiss the sleeping Kirika goodbye…

And go to school.

Go to school and pretend everything’s normal.

It’s been a bit of a routine—an unnecessary one, really, seeing how much time I’ve devoted to my mission and how little everything after it matters, but I still stuck to it, still managed to hold up my perfect façade even as everyone around me knew (or at least guessed) how hollow it all actually was.

And I smile as I walk through the corridor, mocking whispers following me in my wake even as I remain composed and measure every step as if I was expecting some paparazzi to capture the moment.

The perfect Oriko Mikuni, heir to a line of politicians that may as well be aristocrats, and with poise and elegance to match—even after my fall. Even after the only thing I had left was my pride and the will to move forward.

So I sit in class, take notes, pay attention, and keep pretending everything’s normal, that everything’s just fine, just as I have since my father died. Just as I did after becoming a magical girl with an awful purpose.

Because that’s all I had. All that pushed me to keep going, to keep up the façade.

Until, that is, I got railed senseless by Kirika’s magic cock—

…

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Right, right, deep breaths, the teacher hasn’t noticed anything weird, and it’s not like my standing can get much worse. Just… just try to focus on whatever nonsense’s written on the blackboard that is far more pertinent than Kirika sucking on my breasts as she thrusts in and out of—aaaaah!

“Miss Mikuni? Is everything all right?”

“Eh?”

“Miss Mikuni, I asked if you were all right. Because you kept ignoring me, and that seems like unusual behavior,” Mister Tanaka says, his tone not even that miffed.

The chorus of muffled laughter around me does a much better job at putting me down than any irritation he may have shown, after all.

“I… I think I’m slightly feverish, Mister Tanaka. Maybe I should’ve stayed home,” I pretend to sheepishly admit rather than far more awkwardly admit the actual reason for me to be blushing and spaced out in the middle of math class.

It would certainly be a first if I just blurted out how I was too busy thinking about the many ways my girlfriend used her cock on me last night—not the time!

The young man looks at me, head askance, and I pretend to demurely look down. Surely, it is his manly presence that does it, and not my desperation not to look anybody in the eye at the current moment. Yes. That certainly fits Oriko Mikuni’s image, and he’ll be predisposed to judge me favorably if I just…

I could emphasize my breasts? Kirika seems to think they are very persuasive… What the Hell am I thinking!

“If that is the case, Miss Mikuni, I expect you to go to the infirmary—”

I feel the familiar drain on my magic, though a bit more focused, a bit more—

Walking out of class with someone. Brown-haired—Suzune. Walking. Conversation uncomfortable. Unpleasant. Mocking father—

“I think I can go by myself, Mister Tanaka. I am sorry for disturbing your class, and I wouldn’t want any of my classmates to suffer for it.”

He straightens up, not used to being interrupted, but I should’ve been deferential enough that—

“Very well. Please make sure to get that fever checked, Miss Mikuni.”

I nod, pack my things, and go, pretending all the while I don’t care about the mutterings of those around me.

It… It was easier before. Before Kirika made me confront everything I’d been holding back. Before I broke down.

I could act as if I was above it all because… Well, because I was. Am. Because these petty girls with no sense of what actual loss is, of what a burden pushing forward despite everything is, of how all-consuming true purpose can be—

I blink, and I realize I’m halfway to the exit of the school.

I could just… leave.

I could just leave, and I never did, because I thought I had to keep smiling, to keep being the perfect, impeccable me. To keep being Oriko Mikuni, the girl who always smiles and never falters.

But… That’s not really true. I have someone I can break down with, someone who will hold me when I need it, who won’t demand I keep up the pretense, who won’t wait for me to falter so they can tear into me. I’ve got someone who knows the worst parts of me, the most shameful secrets, and—

Waves crashing down behind me. My knees are on rough concrete, my head nodding as my mouth widens around something warm and pulsing, and Kirika grabs my head as she pushes her hips forward—

…

I… I…

This is an enormous waste of magic! Completely uncalled for! It makes no sense for me to get visions of, of, of—that. My power shouldn’t be wasted on such bawdy things as—

The crimson shadow goes in and out of my breasts, and I lean down to lick whenever it’s in reach. Thicker than the last time I saw it, I wonder how it will feel when it spreads me open, when Kirika grabs my hips and—

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!

Enough! This. Isn’t. Helping!

I kneel beneath her, and she leans down, patting my hair, caressing my cheek, whispering something that makes me smile in warmth and bliss—

… Right. It looks like plenty of sex is in my near future.

It’s… It may be a nice change of pace from my usual visions of doom and gloom, if I’m honest, but it’s still an awful waste of magical power. If I don’t help Kirika hunt down a few witches, I’ll feel even worse than usual—

Kirika and I banter with one another, her overly enthusiastic antics managing to be endearing rather than grating as we step on the breakwater.

And the Labyrinth yawns open.

Watercolors of bright and vibrant fishes swim past us, and enticing mermaids cheerfully wave as we step on a path of golden sand surrounded by the almost spidery lines of light going through the sea above. In front of us, atop a broken plinth, there’s a treasure chest with a pirate girl sitting on top of it, her lower legs swinging back and forth.

Then she unsheathes her cutlass, and the fishes lose their smile, the mermaids show mouths full of fangs, and Kirika moves.

She’s a blur, bouncing all over the battlefield, but, as fast as she naturally is, she also takes advantage of her magic to slow down every opponent she comes near to.

And I finally realize how good of a team we make.

Because they’re slowed, but I’m not, and so every single one of my shots strikes true against opponents that not only are tied up by the acrobatic girl, but also too late to consider dodging my magic as it suddenly becomes that much faster for them.

Kirika uses the tail fin of a decapitated fish as a trampoline right before it fades into motes of color, and she waves at me as she jumps above, twirls into a spinning kick and—

And I see myself staring at her exposed thighs. Not that I can blame me.

I mean… Ugh. The me in the vision. The one that’s staring open-mouthed at Kirika effortlessly (and utterly unnecessarily!) doing the splits with almost every attack. She has claws, for heaven’s sake! Why does she need to kick so much?!

The me in the vision agrees, because she’s distracted enough she almost misses her shot at the pirate girl, the black hat and bandana flying off with a shot that parts her red hair before she twirls her blade in outrage and stands atop the treasure chest just as Kirika jumps by and finally uses her claws, cutting her in half—oh, come on! Her ass? This is the middle of a fight, and my magic’s showing me Kirika’s perfect, bouncy ass tightly wrapped inside those spats of hers?! Is my magic horny?

The spats-wearer turns around and waves at me over her shoulder as the pirate girl starts to fade, and I see myself blush as I—

The chest opens, and something bursts forth. Something dark, something with too many fins and—

And what?

And what?!

Damn it all, I get a vision detailed enough to get second-hand embarrassment at my future self salivating over Kirika, and it cuts off right as actual… danger…

No. No, wait, I can…

I was there.

I was fighting alongside Kirika, offering support, being something other than a drain on her, something other than the girl she devotes everything to. We were working together and I…

I… I want to do that. To keep doing that.

I look around me. I’m in the deserted schoolyard, near the school’s wall.

And I don’t have anything to do here that’s more important than being with Kirika and giving her whatever it is she needs from me after her reckless wish.

So I walk behind the administrative building, transform as quickly and discreetly as I can, jump over the wall and, trying very hard not to notice how my panties uncomfortably stick to me after my magic has so thoroughly teased me, head away from this place and go to Kirika.

To home.

***

Fighting with Oriko by my side is as fun, satisfying, and interesting as I always thought it would be!

No, that’s a lie! It’s even more interesting! Only a genius like Oriko could so easily plan around my movements to exploit every opening I give her! Only someone as great as her could behold the whole battlefield and weave her attacks in dazzling patterns of light bouncing off crystal balls that tear into—uh. That’s an ugly carp.

Kick away!

Moving on—ugh, what do you want, fish-breath? I’m gushing about Oriko and her gorgeous lethality; I don’t have time for a watery tart with seashells for a bra to—

Oh, Oriko just exploded her head while I slowed her.

Neat!

Anyway, it should be time to—what?! How dare you directly attack Oriko! That’s not allowed! I am the one who shall be her shield as—

Oh. Her dress is ripped, and her curvy right thigh is out of the new side-slit in a way that—

Very well, I shall allow it. For this offering, your death shall be mercifully short, Mister Ugly Carp the Second.

Secret claw strike! Become Sashimi!

Heh.

Oh, wait, maybe I should focus on the witch. A pirate like that (inferior as her eyepatch may be) may pull a cannon out of somewhere, and I don’t want Oriko’s white, immaculate dress to be marred by soot.

Also, Oriko just shot her, so I guess it’s time for me to—one-hit kill! Three claws, one victim!

Right, now to make a cool pose as I look back at Oriko over my shoulder and—

Oh. Not really dead. How inconsiderate of the witch.

I tumble across the sandy ground as the whirlwind of teeth and fins—aaaand it’s done.

Because Oriko had positioned a lot (like, a lot) of her weird orby thingies in such a way that they all converged at once on the head of the witch as it dove after me, thus demonstrating her incredible foresight, the ruthless way in which she used me, her lover (woohoo!) as a lure, and… Oh. The Labyrinth is fading, and we are right over the ocean.

Glug glug?

I mean, I can easily swim with my clothes the way they are, but Oriko’s dress looks kind of unwieldy—aaaand she’s ripping it off.

She’s ripped her dress off, the white, wet fabric parting from her neckline to the slit torn in her skirt by Mister Ugly Carp the Second, and Oriko is now just wearing her hat and panties as her wet skin glistens beneath the light of a half-moon that surrounds her in silver sparkles going on and off around her shape floating in the water, her breasts buoyant enough that her nipples remain barely hidden, her Soul Gem shining right above her cleavage, hanging by the clasp that usually holds her absent short cape and making it impossible to look away from the three magnificent orbs.

…

All right, how do I get the dick out? I want the dick out. I need the dick out—

Oh. Like that. And it just tore through my spats.

Neat.

“Kirika? Are you still with me?” Oriko asks with a puzzled expression, her wet hair spreading around her over the water’s surface.

I start swimming.

And ignoring the drag of the thing between my legs catching far more water than I think it should.

“Kirika?” she asks, a bit unsure, once I reach her.

So I grab her nape as she lets out a cute, little, adorable“eep!” as I drag her into a kiss that has quite a bit of tongue.

I mean… Maybe she needs CPR? She could’ve swallowed some water! Be in danger of drowning! This is all my wish at play, really!

I am sure there’s some kind of CPR that involves groping her left breast with my right hand as I keep kicking my legs from below us to keep us afloat—and just because of that, and not at all because it makes my cock rub against her panties as Oriko moans into my mouth, and her arms go around my neck with so much strength she almost cuts off my air—see? She needed CPR! Or I will. One of those two.

Whatever.

“Kirika!” she exclaims when she pulls her lips away from mine. Yelling my name like that, blushing as her eyes try to focus on my own, may be one of the very few things that make it worth it for her to interrupt our kiss.

“Oriko! We won! You won! We got—oh shit!”

“Wh—what?” Oriko asks, her voice slightly tremulous right as one of my kicks makes it so the tip of my dick pushes straight against a small, noticeable bump on the front of her panties.

“The Grief Seed!” I tell her, without stopping swimming against her.

I mean, she could need all my support to keep afloat in these trying times. Really. No reason at all to stop.

Her eyes widen, and she regains a bit of focus right before she closes them tightly and holds back a small whimper for completely enigmatic reasons that surely don’t have anything to do with how my fingers just sank into her breast when her hips jerked against mine.

“Kirika, we need to—oh gods, that’s so—I mean, we need to get it! I spent too much magic today!”

“Right, right, but are you sure you can keep floating without me to support you? Swimming at night’s very dangerous, you know?”

Oriko blinks a few times too many for me to count (ah! I missed something about Oriko! That’s unforgivable!) and then leans forward and kisses my cheek before whispering something in my ear.

“Kirika… get that Grief Seed for me, and I’ll rewardyou.”

It’s very dark underwater.

I mean, we are still near the shore, and there are a few streetlights along the breakwater because it also doubles as a small promenade, but it’s not near enough to reach as far as the—oh. Magic. Right.

Which means the glowy, purple thing a bit to my right and quite a bit below me is likely not an angler fish (those really are ugly), and it’s… Let’s kick things up a notch.

Heh.

Dark water swirls around me as I speed up and, soon enough, I’m face to face with the Grief Seed dropped by the inconsiderate pirate girl who could’ve had the sense to die above ground and not make me struggle in the middle of the ocean and force Oriko to tear off her dress as her pale breasts glittered with moonlit droplets—never mind.

Rest in peace, pirate girl. As far as witches go, you were one of the good ones.

Anyway, now I just need to get back up—wait, just how long can I hold my breath in magical girl form?

…

I’m sure this won’t cause me any problems.

Man, times like this are when I wish my spell actually sped me up rather than slow others down. It would be super useful to be able to just rush up to the gleaming surface of the sea above me. Unless it also meant that I would run out of air sooner. That would suck.

Anyway! I just have to keep kicking with my magically enhanced legs, pay absolutely no mind to my burning lungs, and keep going straight up—wait, weren’t drowning people supposed to get confused about which way was up?

…

Yeah, that also isn’t important at all. Really. No problem here.

I mean…

Wait, wait, wait! Oriko needs this Grief Seed, so that means—

Leg muscles tighten, and I feel my movements become narrower, no wasted motion as the displaced water propels me upward and my mind clears enough that I feel a single direction—

I break the water’s surface, and I gasp a deep breath.

And Oriko grabs the lapels of my tailcoat and drags me up into a searing kiss.

My magic’s the absolute best!

Other than Oriko’s, I mean.

“I…” she lets me down just a bit, staring straight into my eye, “I was getting a bit worried. You were taking quite a while.”

“I’m sorry, Oriko! I tried to fulfill your wishes as quickly as I could, but—”

“That’s not what I meant. I was worried about you.”

I blink at her.

Then I feel my chest thundering and my cheeks burning.

“I—ah, I mean, of course the great Oriko would feel compassion even for one as lowly as—”

“Kirika?” she asks, interrupting my diatribe for perfectly valid reasons that I would never get miffed at.

“Yes?”

“Give me the Grief Seed.”

“Of course!” I pass the oval, pointy thing to her, and Oriko presses it to the Soul Gem in the clasp of her cape.

The cape she isn’t wearing.

Because she’s still very naked.

And her breasts are right in front of me, and I wonder if there are any needs she may have that I could fulfill by leaning a bit forward, opening my mouth, and—

She holds my lapels once more, and she heaves me up, sitting me to her left and separating me from the obvious path to fulfilling her needs.

Then she stares at my lap.

“Kirika… why is that out?”

I look at her. At the proud breasts rising and falling with her every breath, every droplet of water glimmering like gems scattered across her pale skin that would never outshine the true treasure beneath.

Then, after a very thorough investigation, I look into her eyes and raise an eyebrow.

And she blushes! Oh, Oriko blushing is so precious! It almost makes me not want to look at her rosy nipples standing up and stiffening!

… Those are some very cute nipples.

“Never mind…” she mutters, for reasons completely unclear to me, as my poor intellect can’t hold up to the magnificent workings of her mind.

Then she dives into the black water serenely splattering against the concrete block I’m sitting on.

At least there isn’t any algae. Ugh. That stuff’s slimy.

Also, I wonder what Oriko’s doing down there that—

She emerges from the sea, shaking droplets of water off like Aphrodite herself being born—wait, Aphrodite’s a blonde too, right? I mean, that famous painting, the one with a big seashell like the ones the watery tart was wearing before Oriko blew her head off… Yeah. A blonde.

Phew.

It wouldn’t do to compare Oriko to a goddess with the wrong hair color. All the Japanese pantheon is right out.

Also, more important than any goddess I can think about, Oriko is halfway submerged, her head peeking out between my thighs, staring right at me even with the slight obstacle of my magic dick being between the two of us.

“Kirika?” she asks.

“Yes, Oriko?” I say, unable to look away from teal eyes that would rival the ocean itself if this were daytime, but now the water’s black, and ruining my simile, and that makes me kinda mad—

“Time for your reward,” she whispers, licking a salty drop off her lip.

And then grabs my dick.

…

Oriko deserves all the worship.

My crimson magic beats between her slender fingers, and Oriko leans forward, her tongue peeking out of her small mouth like… like something very cute and adorable that I won’t get uncomfortable thinking about being near my dick, no matter how temporary it is.

I may need to think about this later.

No kittens, obviously. That would be gross.

Catgirls? Oriko in cat ears? Wait, Oriko in cat ears and nothing else?!

That would be—oh, wait, she’s licking it.

The tip.

The tip of my dick, that I had been pushing against her silk-covered pussy beneath the waves just a moment ago, and it’s covered in saltwater droplets, and she’s licking each and every one off, leaving only her saliva behind, making the veins of crimson light pulse and gleam after every time she…

“Oriko! Oriko, you’re so wonderful, so magnificent! Even as a shy, novice cocksucker—”

“A what?” Oriko asks, her grip on me tightening, her face really, really close to my dick, buoying up and down with the calm waves that occasionally splash her with seafoam.

And looking slightly disgruntled.

“Uh… As a provider of sensual, loving care?” I try for an alternative, maybe slightly less enthusiastic wording.

“Kirika…” Oriko says, eyes narrowed and looking up into my own even as she keeps my dick firmly in place between us—this sounds familiar. Ah, right, it’s just like moments ago, except without me having cold shivers at the very real possibility Oriko’s tongue won’t continue what she was— “Kirika, call me that once again.”

“Provider of sensual, loving care?”

“No, the other thing.”

I swallow the slight lump in my throat. If Oriko demands something of me, it shall be provided, no matter how high the cost.

… It’s a really high cost.

“Shy, novice cocksucker?”

She holds my eye with hers, teal seemingly darkening, as if drawing me into unknown depths—

“That’s right,” she says.

Uh?

“Uh?”

“I’m a shy, novice cocksucker, Kirika. So… Maybe… Maybe I need a bit of help? Because I want to be a good cocksucker for you. I want to make you scream my name in ecstasy as I take you into my… my throat? I want… Aaaahhhh, this is so embarrassing! Just tell me how to do better!”

…

“You are perfect! You are beyond perfect! Nothing could make my dick happier than whatever it is your divinity wants to bestow upon it! Jerk me off, kiss me, lick me, take my head between your lips, suck on my dick like a lollipop! I don’t care! Everything will be perfect! Everything will be worth cumming over and over until my brains are barely enough to praise the greatness that are Oriko’s cocksucking skills and nothing else! Until I’m reduced to a wrecked, moaning mess twitching and spasming at the mere vision of your lips!”

Uh, Oriko’s blushing. I wonder why.

Doesn’t matter! It’s yet another memory for me to treasure!

“That… That isn’t really helpful, Kirika…” she mutters with a shy voice, her face turned aside, her cheeks almost darker than the black, bottomless ocean.

She’s still very near to my dick, though, so the contrast… Ah! How lewd! How the pure, bashful Oriko has been forced to deal with my beastly lusts and—

“Ah!” I… I cover my mouth with my hands as quickly as I can, because Oriko’s decided to swallow my tip, and I didn’t know that would make me moan like that, but then she looks up at me, her lips wrapped around my dick, her eyes lidded, the brim of her hat short enough that it allows me to see the wet fringe of her hair sticking to her forehead in thick strands…

“Hmmmmmph!” I eloquently express my lifelong devotion and gratitude to Oriko for her lowering herself to—oh. She’s literally lowered herself.

… Would it be sinful to, from now on, fantasize about Oriko being down on her knees in front of me, slobbering along my dick, coaxing an orgasm after another from my twitching, barely upright body? It sounds kinda blasphemous.

With a loud popping noise, Oriko abandons my tip as her right hand keeps traveling up and down my dick.

“It’s… It’s really bigger than last night,” she comments.

“Maybe—oh merciful heavens, that feels so good—maybe it’s because you wished for—” Oriko’s grip on me tightens sharply enough that I hold back the end of my line.

“I… It’s not like I don’t desire to… explore how things may feel if… Never mind! This isn’t about me!”

“It… isn’t? But that cannot be! Everything’s about you! The whole world revolves around—”

She’s stuck me between her breasts.

They are big enough that they spill into my lap, and Oriko’s giving me a smug look as my dick stands straight through them, each noticeable beat making the soft flesh ripple even as she holds them with splayed fingers that are barely enough to contain the gargantuan glory that is Oriko’s bust—

“No, Kirika. This… this is about you,” she starts imperious, then goes bashful, then ends up whispering as she looks into my eye with shy longing that—

Oh. My dick just grew.

…

I think I should be shouting about how her radiant magnificence has coaxed even more out of me, but with the way she’s looking at my thing reaching up past her chin, with cross-eyed awe and… Yeah, I don’t quite feel like interrupting her.

“Kirika?” she finally mutters after what feels like a lifetime staring at the pulsing, softly glowing piece of me just slightly below her lips (and at just the right angle to make me shiver when she breathes out my name).

“Yes, Oriko?” I reply, as subdued as I can, because she’s still staring at my dick, and I don’t want to interrupt her.

Still, what I fear most comes to pass, and she looks up from my dick and up into my eye.

I should take off my eyepatch.

Not the time.

“I’m going to give you a real reason to scream my name,” she says as her lips turn into a wide smile that makes the shark-form of the pirate witch look positively friendly.

Then she dives, and liquid heat engulfs the tip of my dick even as her softness wraps around the lower end of the shaft, and Oriko’s hands move her breasts up and down, rubbing me even as her lips reach the top of her breasts with every motion, and—

Right, even devotion has its limits. Or, precisely because my devotion is limitless, my obedience crumbles.

And so I take her rosy, wet, stiff nipples between my fingers.

Oriko muffles a moan between her breasts and into my dick even as her elbows keep digging into my exposed thighs every time she uses them to hold herself above the waterline, and I gently roll her delightfully rose flesh between the very tip of my fingers as I gently follow her up and down strokes.

Then I pull a little bit, Oriko’s eyes widen as her tongue stops swirling around my head, and she trembles.

… Well, I’ve committed this much blasphemy already, haven’t I?

“Oriko… You’re the greatest cocksucker in the world, and this is just me failing at appreciating your superior skills beyond my means of understanding, right?”

She looks at me with an inquiring, raised eyebrow, but without getting my dick out of her mouth.

I don’t think my smile can get any wider.

“Right. Right, just like that. You’re perfect, Oriko. Radiant even while titfucking me, even lapping up and down my dick, even with your long hair sticking to your back like an even greater substitute for your own cape. But sometimes… Well, I’m not perfect, Oriko, you know? I wish I was, that I was perfect enough for you, but… But I’m a lonely, depraved girl who kept touching herself thinking about you, being a depraved, obsessed lesbian, and… And sometimes I fantasized about—”

My hands go from her nipples to her hair, fingers digging into wet, matted tresses even as I carefully keep her hat in place with my thumbs.

“Oriko…” I whisper, looking into eyes that haven’t blinked in a while. And I smile. “Oriko,” I repeat, “you can leave your hat on.”

Her eyes widen even more as my smile turns into a smirk.

And then I thrust up.

My cock goes deeper into her mouth, her breasts bouncing around me, the flesh rippling far more enticingly than the drab ocean below us, and Oriko tries to splutter as her tongue frantically laps my length from side to side.

“Ah, Oriko! How I wish you could feel this! How I wish you could understand the bliss that is having you lick, and lap, and suckle! The wonder that is having your body providing both pleasure and spectacle!”

For a moment, she resists, her head moving against my grasp, and I’m about to stop—

And her right hand lets go of her breast (showing more willpower than I’ll ever have) to grasp my left one. And she makes me push her down.

A wet gurgle comes from Oriko’s mouth, and I feel a tight ring of flesh going taut against my very tip, and then she uses both hands to push the back of her head down, her breasts flattening at the pressure as she tries to bury her face in her cleavage and I can’t resist the image, so I add a bit of my strength, and pull her down as I push up—

And my dick goes into Oriko’s throat as it convulses, as she holds me there while her neck trembles around me, and I feel myself pushing my hips up just a bit, just a little more—

And the world fades.

I come, as hard as I did last night, as hard as I did with Oriko’s trembling legs holding me in place, and the rush is enough that everything goes black that…

Oh, fuck, that was good…

I mean! Oriko! Oriko should be—

Oh. She’s leaning back, her breasts no longer above my thighs, but between them. And she’s looking at me.

Her lips are spread into a smirk I can recognize even as my dick’s still between them, and the image could only be more perfect if I was actually able to ejaculate, if I could mar this glorious beauty with a few droplets of my seed and—

… Uh, I mean… I’m glad that’s not the case! Yep, clean orgasms that don’t dirty Oriko’s face and lips! What more could I ask for?

Apparently, that Oriko would keep licking my dick even as it softens inside her mouth. Of course Oriko would have a greater insight into my innermost desires than I myself do. What else could I expect?

Wait.

That’s… that’s not just softening.

“Oriko?” I ask with what I hope isn’t any kind of alarm.

Her grin widens, and my dick…

I feel it stretching, going past her throat even as it slims down, and…

And there’s a sudden, popping noise, and there’s no more dick, just a wet, drenched vagina right in front of Oriko’s eyes.

Until she leans forward and slowly licks up the left side of my labia until she gets to the point where she can flick my clit.

“Ah!” I can’t help it! It not only feels good, but is far nearer to my fantasies with Oriko than anything dick-related!

I mean, not that there weren’t a few of those.

“Kirika,” she says, her scalding breath washing over my naked sex, “I’m not done rewarding you.”

“What… What do you mean?” I say, at once elated, intrigued, and quite a bit apprehensive at how a part of my magic just got swallowed by her.

“I mean… That now it’s your turn,” she says as her hands dig into my thighs, and she pulls herself out of the water just enough that the head of something shadowy and pulsing with crimson shows up.

…

“What?”

Oriko smirks, and she pulls me down into the water.

***

What the Hell do I do?!

All right, all right, Kirika’s in front of me, looking precisely like I would look if I wasn’t wearing a confident, sultry mask, and, so far, things have gone according to plan, but…

But it’s one thing to see me take in Kirika’s magic and—and sproutit, and quite another to feel it throb from inside of me, to feel temperate water flowing around it as I see the crimson veins—wait a moment.

That isn’t crimson.

Or, well, it is, but it also has some of my white magic… Oh.

So, my magic is flowing out of me and around Kirika’s magic, keeping it in place with a white, translucent base and thick, pulsing tendrils that reach up almost to the tip…

“Oriko?” Kirika meekly, for once in her life, asks. “What are you going to… do to me?”

I feel my confident smirk strain as I look at her vulnerable, exposed eye, and… Oh, this is ridiculous.

I reach up and pull her eyepatch up into an impromptu bandana that holds her bangs away from her golden, wide eyes. Then, with the same gesture, cup her cheek, brushing away the water droplets clinging to soft peach fuzz.

Then I get near her, my breasts brushing against her satin lapels.

“Something you will enjoy, Kirika. I have seen it,” I whisper.

And I’m not quite lying, because I’ve seen her wrap her legs around me as she convulsed again and again, screaming my name at the top of her lungs, but…

But we weren’t in the water, and I just acted on impulse, and I don’t know what to do, because I’m pretty sure floating in the sea won’t let me move with even half as much delicate precision as I’d want, and—

Wait a second.

I lean forward and hug her to me, my breasts flattening against her at about the same rate as her cheeks flush, and then I whisper once again in her ear:

“Now, I want you to lean back and keep yourself steady on that very nice concrete block behind you. Because I’m going to do things to you, Kirika, things you’ve dreamed about, but I need you to keep us both afloat while I do them. While I make love to you. Is that understood?”

… I think I broke her.

Kirika’s body’s so rigid against mine I need to keep us both afloat with my legs, and her face’s stuck in a rictus that seems to have more panic than anything else. Her eyes are wide, and about the only thing I can see that isn’t completely crimson even under the pale light of the crescent moon. I’m also pretty sure I’m hearing something that sounds like a steaming kettle, but that surely is just my imagination being too fanciful?

“Kirika?” I softly ask her, trying to mask my concern.

And, suddenly, I feel myself being dragged through the water fast enough we leave a foaming wake around us as Kirika painfully crashes back against a concrete block that wasn’t that far behind her when she started frantically swimming.

“Ouch,” she mutters as she rubs the back of her head.

I try not to roll my eyes or smile fondly, likely fail at the second thing, and grab her hips and push her up until, with a startled “eep,” she reclines her elbows on top of the block.

Then Kirika looks down at me, her golden eyes almost luminous in the darkness of the night sea, and…

“Oriko?” she breathes out, her chest rising and falling with each exaggerated gasp.

I nod my head down, trying to hide my blush with the brim of my hat, and…

“You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Kirika,” I say with a voice just loud enough that she can hear it over the lapping water against concrete.

“What? Impossible! No matter the time, place, or circumstances, there’s no way the unworthy me could manage to ever gain the upper hand against—”

I interrupt her.

By ripping her tailcoat open.

Then, face as composed as it’s gonna get, I look up at her, at her startled eyes, her raised eyebrows, her slightly open mouth…

“That. I meant that.”

“O—Oriko?” she asks, almost shivering at my name on her lips.

“You’re far too dressed for what I’m about to do to you, Kirika,” I force myself to look into her eyes as I lick my lips. And then I pretend my cheeks aren’t burning as much as hers.

Then I grab the side of her tailcoat to steady myself and, one-handed, proceed to undo her shirt button by button.

“You… really like my breasts, don’t you?” I ask her, looking straight at my right hand as it parts white fabric beneath her red tie.

“Oriko’s breasts are magnificent! Both the shape, volume, weight, texture, springiness, and—uh. That’s more than should be covered by ‘both,’ can I redo that? I mean, yes! Everything about Oriko’s breasts, from their round shape to the pristine skin, from the weight in my hands to—aaaaahhh!”

That moment she finally stops her diatribe? That’s when I lean forward to lick at the white stripe of exposed skin between her breasts before I turn aside and start kissing the curve of her left one.

“I also like yours, Kirika. It’s not fair that you’ve seen so much of mine, played with them, fu—fucked them, and yet you try to hide yours away from—”

There’s a tearing sound, and Kirika’s shirt becomes scraps of fabric floating on dark water.

I look up, and she sheepishly looks down at me, claws still extended.

“Whatever Oriko desires—” she starts to say.

And I leap up and kiss her.

My arms circle her neck, holding myself a bit higher above the water than I was before, and my tongue probes past her lips, ignoring the salty aftertaste of the ocean as I look for Kirika’s tongue and tangle with it, as my hand goes to the back of her head, my fingers threading through short hair that’s a bit rough with the remains of salt on it, and I grind my body against hers, my breasts pressing up and lifting hers, her hard nipples sinking into my flesh.

Her stocking-clad legs wrap around me, pressing my body harder against hers, and she moans into my mouth until her hips sway and I feel Kirika’s magic… I feel my loaned cock brush against her lower lips.

And I shudder.

Because I’m doing this for Kirika. I’m doing this to make her feel even a fraction as loved and wanted as I felt yesterday. I’m doing this to claim her and soothe her, to make her feel she finally belongs.

But… I can’t deny I also want this.

I saw myself fucking Kirika. I saw the kind of faces I made, the way I moaned and screamed in wanton lust. I saw myself be every bit as loose and frantic as I never allow myself to be, my façade crumbling as lust just overtook me and freed me from the prison that being Oriko always is.

So I want this. I want to feel what Kirika felt when she speared me open. I want to feel that bestial yearning consuming my thoughts.

But… But what I wish for…

It’s for this to be for Kirika.

So I force myself to lean back, to leave lips devouring mine, to leave a tongue that is more a dancing partner than anything else, to separate myself from Kirika as I hold her back by her short hair, and I look right into her wide, almost scared eyes once more.

“I love you,” I breathe out.

Then I twist my hips just a tiny bit and…

Miss her opening completely.

…

All right, all right, I can do this. It’s just putting something round-shaped inside a round hole; it isn’t something that requires years of technique or some kind of specialized knowledge to—

This time, I slide past her and between her buttocks.

…

It’s… I can’t say it’s not pleasant; indeed, they are both soft and accommodating, but that’s not my intended target, and…

Right. Again. This time, for sure—

Kirika moans as the tip of my loaned cock strikes right against what I’m guessing is her clitoris, and thus far too high to be the place I should be aiming at, and why does this thing not come with some kind of user manual—

I grunt as I feel Kirika’s deft fingers wrap around… well, let’s simplify things: wrap around me.

“Oriko,” she softly says as she pumps her hand up and down in a soft rhythm that makes it very hard to focus on what she’s telling me, “let me help.”

She smiles. Not that wide, fanged grin. Not that demented caricature of savage glee. Not even the blissful joy exaggerated to disturbing extremes.

She… Kirika softly and warmly smiles down at me, and my heart melts.

Then she pulls me forward, positions my tip right at her warm entrance, and tightens her legs as she closes her eyes.

“Take me…” she softly pleads.

…

Uh?

Wha—I mean, yes! Certainly! The time has come, and I should—oh gods, my face’s burning, and I—

Kirika’s eyelids flutter, and I feel her entrance twitch against my tip.

So I grit my teeth, look at her beautiful, almost restful face (that I only just saw this morning when she was still asleep), and…

One hand remains tangled on her hair, the other drifts between her tailcoat and her bare back until I reach the spot where her spine sinks into the tail bone, my fingers tracing tender circles over it that make it so she shifts her hips a bit forward.

And I push.

Her warmth engulfs me, and it feels like it’s all-encompassing, even if it’s barely past the head. A head so much narrower than when she was fucking my breasts and poking at my throat with it, because that was what I could take, what I wished for, but this is what I want: the perfect shape, size, and girth for Kirika’s first time. The perfect cock for Kirika to lose another virginity to me.

The perfect cock to claim my lover.

Her eyelids flutter once more as a soft moan escapes her lips, and I feel both my hands spreading their fingers to clasp her possessively to me even as Kirika once more displays her not-so-pointless flexibility by spreading her thighs so far there’s nothing stopping me from pushing forward.

So I do. Just a bit, just a tiny bit more.

Liquid heat races up my spine, and I’m desperate to rush, to just push all the way in and claim her, and savagely pound her with as much strength as my magic allows me—and Kirika can take it. If any magical girl can take a pounding as their first time and smile through it all, that’s the split-mistress herself.

But…

I lean forward and lay a single, slight, barely-there peck on her lips.

“I love you,” I tell her right as she surprisedly opens her eyes.

I pull back until I’m almost completely out of her, until the contrast between temperate water and boiling woman makes me want to dive right back in.

“Oriko?” she whispers.

“I love you, Kirika. You don’t know how much you mean to me, how much it meant for you to be just… you. To be there.” I smile up at her, and I think the jagged edges show.

But she has plenty of her own. She’s a lonely girl, so lonely she obsessed over the single person to show her some random kindness on the street—and I was lucky enough to be that girl.

And she’s a murderess. Insane, savage. Prone to violence. Unable to focus. Her combat style is just a flurry of chaos and the inability to stay in a single place for too long. She’s… She’s a broken, deranged girl.

Like me.

And I love her. Not in spite of it, but because of it.

Because we can be broken together.

And I wish I could tell her in a way that she would understand rather than be hurt. I wish there were the right words to tell Kirika how much her being broken enough to want me means, how she has managed to pull me back from something dark and bottomless just by being willing to dive right in as long as I’m by her side.

I wish… I wish for a lot of things, really. Kyuubey would be very confused if he met me right now.

But… But there’s one thing I don’t need to wish for, one thing I have.

Because I can’t tell her. Not yet, and perhaps not ever.

But I can show her.

With something of hers.

“I just want you so much, Kirika,” I let out in a heated whisper, and her face softens into a dopey smile that makes something inside my chest clench.

And so I push forward, feel her flesh spread around her loaned magic, feel her tight body curling around mine, feel her nipples pushing into my chest.

Her nails on my back, digging in almost painfully.

Her legs around my hips, so warm, so soft, so…

I moan. I’m not even halfway in, and I’m moaning with heat rushing from my sex and up my spine.

“It… It feels good? Inside me?” she tremulously asks.

I force myself to open my eyes and look straight at her scared ones.

“Kirika… I want to devour you,” I growl out.

She yelps and leans forward, her head buried between my neck and shoulder, my hand following the tugging of her hair on my fingers to cradle her against me.

“I… There’s nothing I could ever want more, Oriko. Nothing I could desire more than for you to take me.”

Slowly, carefully, my fingers claw against her skin.

I lean down and bite her exposed shoulder, and she shivers against and around me.

Then I push a bit more.

Kirika moans, clutching me.

I go back.

She whimpers.

Then I lose control. Just for a moment, just for a second, but when I regain hold of my senses, I’m completely buried inside her, my pelvis grinding on her, and I keep moaning her name over and over as I kiss the reddened skin of her shoulder and Kirika half-laughs, half-sobs.

I stop. Just stop moving, force myself to breathe.

“Did I… did I hurt you?” I ask her, trying not to sound as terrified as I feel.

“What? No! No, it was perfect, Oriko! It couldn’t be anything else! I just… It’s just so much, maybe too much, and there are all these feelings inside me, and they’re bubbling out, and I can’t hold them, and I want to cry, and scream, and shout, and I want the whole world to know how happy I am, but I… but there’s… there’s this part of…”

I go back, away from her red shoulder and into the black water until I can look up at her hidden face even as I slowly feel itdrag out of Kirika with the movement.

“I love you,” I tell her, reassure her.

“I… of course! How could the perfect, saintly Oriko—”

“No,” my hand reaches back, going from matted hair crusted with dry salt to a cheek softened with warm tears. “No, I… I love you. Only you, Kirika. Only you remain in this world that I would say these words to. And I’m not perfect, and far from saintly, and I just… You aren’t perfect. You aren’t the kind of girl I—” I’m messing it up, saying the things I told myself I shouldn’t, and I… I swallow, take a deep breath, watch the girl who keeps looking at me as if the rest of the world isn’t even an afterthought. “You aren’t the kind of girl I would’ve dreamed about, because you aren’t perfect… Except you are. You are perfect for me.”

She holds still, arms and legs around me.

“You… It’s just my wish that—” she tries to protest.

“You made your wish. Your wish is you.”

She looks at me, eyes wide, uncomprehending.

“It… is?”

And I swallow. Because I never dreamed I would have this conversation while halfway inside Kirika’s pussy with a loaned, magical cock.

But I manage to nod and offer a watery smile that has very little to do with the sea around us.

“Do you mean it?” she asks, her tone still lost.

So I take a deep breath.

“Kirika… I swear there’s no other girl on this earth whose cock I would gladly suck out of my breasts.”

She laughs.

And kisses me.

It starts slowly, tenderly, hesitatingly.

It doesn’t remain so.

Her hands are once again clawing at my back with such strength I’m a bit scared she may forget herself and take out her magical claws, and her breathing comes out in moans and whimpers. The taste of her tears mixes with seawater, and my tongue washes both out of her lips again and again until Kirika’s hands reach down, grab my own buttocks, and pull.

And I scream.

I’m once again fully inside her, completely surrounded by burning flesh, and we’re bouncing up and down in the water as I try to swim us both back to the support of the concrete blocks behind her, but Kirika’s far too demanding, her hands sinking into my body as my cock sinks into hers, her tongue forcing my mouth to remain open around her, even the warm air coming from her nostrils teasing me with further intimacy.

Finally, I manage to crash us both against what’s starting to feel like our block, and Kirika reaches back with her right arm, a glint of crimson going out of spreading fingers, and she sinks her claws into it.

Then, just with the strength of that single arm, Kirika moves herself up and down and fucks herself on my cock.

I try to protest, but it comes out as a muffled, panicked thing, and she doesn’t stop. No, she goes faster and faster, her thighs helping her move my body in and out of her, and every moment she does so makes me want to throw my head back and scream my pleasure to the night sky, but her demanding kiss won’t let me, won’t allow me to retreat even for a moment as Kirika forces me to take her as roughly as I was trying not to.

My arms go below hers, my hands reaching up to her shoulders from behind and above, and, finally, not being able to hold back anymore, I press forward and give Kirika what is all too clear we both want.

“Ah! Yes, yes, Oriko! Fuck me, spread me open with your fat cock, make me limp all the way back home—no, no, that’s far too little for the heights of ecstasy the divine Oriko can offer! Fuck me unconscious! Make fall for your cock and take pleasure from my helpless body until I’m a gurgling mess, a pile of well-fucked meat!”

… Well, now I feel pressured.

I try not to glare at her, and the beaming, utterly sincere grin she shoots at me makes it so I can only blush as I…

Well, I’ve got some expectations to live up to, don’t I?

So I arch my back, my breasts once more lifting hers in a way that offers me some very enticing cleavage, and I thrust back in.

Kirika squeals, her thighs tightening around me.

So I pull back, and…

And… Well, I just got enough magic to last me for a while, didn’t I?

So I just use a tiny bit, a slight amount of it, reinforce my body…

And thrust back in strongly enough Kirika’s breasts bounce in front of me as her mouth opens in a silent scream and the water loudly splatters around us.

Her back is once more steadied against the concrete block, and I would worry for Kirika’s skin weren’t she so resilient and used to far worse punishment, so I slide my hands down her body until I grasp her hips, and I have a perverse flash of insight of just how far my current cock is inside her, the tip reaching just past my pinky fingers.

I notice my wide, predatory grin, and I don’t bother wiping it off before I rail Kirika.

Each thrust is now accompanied by a wave, the foaming sea around us helping me keep my rhythm as I add my own strength to every splash of white water, and Kirika whimpers, and moans, and, at one point, starts chanting my name.

Which… If I had to guess about all the things that would happen tonight? That last one wouldn’t be the one I would’ve thought would push me over the line.

“Kirika! I’m about to come!”

“Do it! Oh, yes, Oriko, do it inside me! Fill me with your seed and—”

“Wha—I don’t have sperm, Kirika! Your cock doesn’t—”

“I don’t care! You’ll find a way, Oriko! A way to fill me up over and over—”

For just a moment, I believe her. Which should be terrifying.

Yet…

Kirika, warmly caressing her belly, a soft smile on her face as she feels—

I come.

The orgasm catches me completely by surprise, and I’m barely aware of my fingers digging into Kirika’s flesh as I spasm over and over, as I feel every single muscle in my body clench, as I feel—

As I feel my pussy spreading wide around Kirika’s cock inside of me, the magic once more fused to its owner, and I feel the pleasure rushing across my body change its flavour, turn from electric fire to something mellower yet deeper, as I feel the sensations ebb and flow with the ocean’s waves.

Kirika yells, her eyes wide and unfocused as her cock thrusts in and out of me, prolonging both our climaxes as our bodies shift to angles more comfortable for the new magic-wielder, and I ride Kirika’s last peaks of pleasure until she slumps below me, both of us far too tired to do anything other than hold ourselves afloat.

I breathe as raggedly and harshly as I ever have and feel her warm, smaller body in a way that makes me instinctively reach for it, wrap her in my embrace as if protecting a bright ember from a cold wind.

“Oriko…” she moans, right against my ear.

I shiver.

“I love you,” I tell her once more.

She pauses, her face buried on top of these breasts she loves so much, her cock still warm inside me even as it softens and starts retracting.

“Keep…” she starts asking, then she pauses. Swallows. “Keep telling me. Until I believe you.”

I pat her hair down, the dark tresses once more wet, no longer crusted with salt after our last bout of exertion.

“Until the sun goes out and the stars fall from the sky,” I finally answer.

She whimpers, her body shuddering in a last shiver of pleasure, and she hugs me to her warm, bright, frail heat.

And I wrap myself around her and keep the cold breeze out.