Commission -- A Peaceful Summer at Last 004

Scheherazade pulled at the belt around her waist, opening her robe fully. Ritsuka drank in her beautiful caramel skin, eyes falling on her bare breasts. They were large with natural sag, pulling away from each other slightly and capped with wide, dark nipples. The tips were hard as diamond, the areola crinkled, and she was such a vision of lust and femininity that he just had to have her.

She gasped as his hands moved higher up her legs, digging into her wonderful thighs. Ritsuka loomed above her, his shorts tented and he saw her pupils dilate, her mouth falling open as she began panting.

“Master, please,” she urged him, one of her hands falling onto her belly. “I feel so tight, right here,” she pressed down on her womb, almost like she was stroking it, massaging it. “Can you help me relieve the tension?”

Green eyes roamed across his chest and abs as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside without a care. Standing briefly, he pulled down his shorts, his cock springing free as they fell away. Scheherazade felt her insides spasm as his length was revealed to her, arousal leaking from her pussy.

It was long, the shaft riddled with pulsing veins. Her Master had such an innocent face and yet there was nothing innocent about his cock, slightly thicker in the middle and leaning slightly to the left. The head was wide but slightly hidden by his foreskin, but the shape was undeniable. Even partially sheathed, she could make out the aggressive ridge of his glans. He was hairless, clean shaven, and below were a pair of heavy balls.

Pre-cum oozed from the tip, an invitation.

Scheherazade felt her mouth tingle.

This was the type of cock worthy of Heroic Spirits. It had one mission and one mission only; to breed.

It throbbed, jerking slightly and Scheherazade bit her lip, her core squeezing.

“Master,” she moaned.

This wasn’t their first time together. This wasn’t her first time seeing his cock. But every time felt like the first. She was completely smitten with it. She’d been in love with it since the very first time her eyes found it bare, hard and ready for her.

She wanted it.

But Ritsuka had ideas of his own, kneeling down on the couch before dipping down. Scheherazade squirmed as his hot breath gusted across her exposed cunt, a cute little exclamation of surprise escaping her when his lips ghosted across her inner thigh.

“Oh, Master, mmmhh,” she reached for his head, fingers carding through his black hair. “Master, please~!”

Her scent filled his lungs, igniting his lust further. Ritsuka got comfortable, using his elbows to balance as he brought his face closer to her glistening slit. Placing a kiss where her vulva met her thigh, he nuzzled her pussy with his nose.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice rough; dark.

“Yes, I want you to kiss me there,” she begged, rolling her hips. “Mmngg – make me feel good, Master. I want to feel goooood~!”

She arched as his lips kissed her puffy outer labia, his tongue darting out to lap at her. She tasted how she smelt; deep, musky, of woman. Nudging her clitoris with his nose, he relished her moan before kissing her weeping hole, smearing his lips with her discharge.

Pleasure sparked up her spine as his tongue lashed out at her, teasing her entrance. Her insides twitched, arousal gushing out, and then he was eating her, tongue worming its way inside, his lips sucking at her, devouring her. Scheherazade groaned, thighs falling open further as heat rushed through her, her blood boiling, filled with pleasurable fire. Her nipples ached, tightening hard enough to hurt and she teased them with skilled fingers, twisting and plucking them until they throbbed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed.

Ritsuka was consumed by her taste, by her scent. It filled him up, his mind dripping with desire and lustful thoughts. His hands gripped her thighs powerfully, strong fingers sinking into her plump flesh as his tongue slipped deeper. Her entrance twitched and pulsed around his tongue, squeezing it as he feasted. Moving his head side to side, he slurped and sucked, the vacuum created by the seal of his mouth over her opening causing a dull tug deep in her core. Scheherazade gasped brokenly, tossing her head to the side, her eyes rolling as he ate her raw.

A soft cry passed her lips as he released her, tongue licking up, up, up. When it found her pounding clit, her hips nearly jumped up off the couch, her abdomen tensing. Flashes of pleasure lanced up her spine, her legs trembling as he started by gently lapping at her most sensitive place before lashing it aggressively, swiping side to side, up and down, twirling his tongue in alternating circles. The unpredictable nature of his assault put her on the edge within moments, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest, deafening in her ears.

He was driving her insane – and she embraced it wholehearted, welcoming the madness that could only be achieved by climax. It rushed towards her, unstoppable.

“Yessssss,” she seethed, jaw clenching as her body became taut, her hands mauling her aching nipples roughly. “Oouh! Mmnggg! M-Master, you’re going to m-make me cum~!”

Scheherazade felt her insides pulse and tense, pulse and tense, her womb leaking pure molten heat. She was right there, balanced – all it would take was the softest of pushes, and she was done for.

Ritsuka sealed his lips around her throbbing bean and gave it a harsh suck – and Scheherazade sobbed, a half-scream lodged in her throat as she shattered in orgasm. He groaned against her sopping quim as her hips jerked and thrust against his mouth, her pussy gushing. Scheherazade threw her arms across her face as she came undone, mind bending contractions rolling through her lower body, her passionate screams coming out as choked whimpers.

He kept sucking on her clitoris as she thrashed, muscles bulging as he attempted to keep ahold of her thighs. Her waist twisted and turned, her hips desperately trying to escape but he wouldn’t relent, bombarding her with pleasure so great it was on the verge of pain. Scheherazade was overwhelmed, tears leaking from her eyes as finally – finally – she managed to escape his tormenting mouth, twisting sharply and falling off the couch, hitting the carpeted floor with a soft grunt.

Her skin felt raw, hypersensitive. She squirmed as the waves of her orgasm continued to pulse through her, crashing upon the shore of her mind. Scheherazade curled up, one hand darting down to cup her messy pussy while the other settled on her belly, as if attempting to soothe her overly excited uterus.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, drowning in the aftershocks of her climax. Every so often, her body would twitch, the memory of her shattering causing a small tremor to run through her. Scheherazade panted, attempting to catch her breath.

Only her Master could ever make her lose her composure in this way.

As the aftershocks wore off, she rolled onto her back. The way the carpet rubbed against her sweaty skin made her shiver as if consumed with a chill. Bleary lust filled eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment before searching for her Master.

When she found him, her womb clenched.

Ritsuka looked down upon her with hungry eyes, his mouth and chin covered in the evidence of her explosion. His cock was hard as steel, visibly throbbing between his legs as he slowly stroked it, even his manly fist looking small as he tugged from root to tip.

That was for her. All for her.

Scheherazade swallowed thickly.

“Master,” she crooned sweetly, biting her lip. “Mmm, you made me feel so good. My poor body~ look what you’ve done to it.”

She lightly rubbed her nipples. They were so hard. So, so hard they hurt, stinging as her nails gently raked across them.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he returned, gripping himself by the base and giving it a shake.

“I know, I’m so sorry, Master,” she slowly sat up, a little woozy. Even so, she moved with sensual grace, every shift of her body filled with targeted sexuality. Her legs coiled beneath her, her hips rolling as she approached him on her knees. “Mm. It’s so big and angry,” her hands found his thighs, her nose nuzzling the hand wrapped around his shaft. She inhaled deeply, taking his musky scent in her lungs. “This is my fault, so I should take care of it, yes? Do you want me to take care of it, Master?”

He released his hold on it, and it bounced, tapping against her cheek.

“Aren’t I meant to be pampering you?” he asked.

Scheherazade nodded, loving the way his velvety hot skin rubbed against her face. “Mhm, but I can also pamper you, can’t I, Master?”

“I suppose you can,” he caressed the top of her head and she shivered, elated. “Will you pamper me, Scheherazade?”

She placed a moist, wet kiss on his pelvis, giving the skin a slight suckle. One of her hands slid up, along his rugged abs, spreading upon his stomach while the other sought the ultimate prize. Her hand was so small on him, encircling the base. Scheherazade could feel the power within, the strength of his masculinity. As she grabbed him, she leaned back, her fingers unable to touch. Resting the underside of his shaft upon the bridge of her nose, she inhaled again.

“Mm, you smell so good,” she cooed. He throbbed on her face. The underside was taut with a long, fat stem that started at the base and ran up to the head. Giving it a quick peck, the hand on his abs raked down with her nails. “Let me pamper this.”

Moving her hand higher up his shaft, she peeled his foreskin down. His fat glans were revealed to her in all its glory, flushed red, moist with his pre-ejaculate. The skin snapped taut under the ridge of his crown and his length flexed, eager.

Meeting his eyes, she started slowly, stroking his magnificent cock up and down, her lonely hand quickly joined by the other. Double fisting him, her hands moved in opposite directions, the upper hand rising up while the lower pumped downwards, almost like she was stretching him out. Ritsuka groaned deep in his chest, thrusting his hips out lewdly as pleasure pooled in his balls, his twin eggs tightening as they lifted slightly.

Her hands were so soft and smooth, gliding up and down effortlessly. It wasn’t long until her upper hand was coated in a liberal amount of his pre-cum which she used to devastating effect, rising higher, circling his sensitive crown.

“Scheherazade,” he sighed in pleasure, her hand curling over the tip and polishing it before sliding down his shaft, then returning to do it all over again. His head tilted back in ecstasy, tension building in the base of his staff. “Oh, yeah – that feels amazing, Scheherazade.”

She felt gratification, hearing his praise. Her hands moved faster, her fingers tightening. He was so long and thick, but she tried her best to touch all of him. Her lips parted as she gently kissed him all over, worshiping his cock as if it were a deity, a divine being – no, a King. Her King. When her tongue lashed out and tasted him, flicking the ridge of his glans, his cock jerked.

“Do that again,” he commanded, breathless. So she did, again and again, the musk of his discharge filling her mouth. Pouty lips kissed his glans, suckling lightly – and then with a seductive smile, she slurped him into her mouth.

Ritsuka half sighed, half groaned as the head of his cock was engulfed in liquid heat. Her saliva burned pleasurably, her lips tightening as she gave him a sturdy suck. The pressure in the base of his shaft pulsed, dark and heady, and then she was swallowing more of him, sinking down.

She took her time, savoring his taste and the feeling of his iron hard length throbbing between her lips. Her tongue cradled the underside of him, flicking gently as her cheeks caved in, applying heavy suction. Bobbing her head back and forth, she pressed the tip against the roof of her mouth.

The deep, rough groan that escaped his throat only emboldened her. Her movements sped up, the wet, slurping sounds more obscene as she sucked hard, sinking deeper. Her tongue moved unpredictably now, no longer content to just focus on one place. It swirled and flicked and dipped, bathing him in pleasure, and Ritsuka cupped her face, stroking her cheeks before threading his fingers through her still damp hair.

Scheherazade watched as his abs tensed every time she sunk down on him, sucking heartily as she pulled up. A steady stream of pre-cum leaked into her mouth, his musky taste, deep and rich making her giddy. When she hummed around his shaft, his cock tensed, jumping, the head tickling her throat.

“Fuck, Scheherazade,” he swore, a rare thing. Seeing that innocent face of his twisted in pleasure, eyes dark, filthy swears spilling from his mouth – she felt her insides coil and throb, thrusting her mouth down on him harder until she felt her throat stretch and give way.

She throated him to the hilt, gagging. Ritsuka panted as her throat convulsed around him, squeezing. It felt unbelievably good, her throat gripping him firmly.

“Scheherazade,” he grunted, hips trying to press himself further inside her molten maw. She retreated with a gasp, saliva spilling across his length as she released him briefly before inhaling him again, just as deep, lips sealed tightly around the base. She did this several times, gluck, gluck, gluck, the sounds of her effort filling the room.

Ritsuka felt his balls tighten, the pleasure building – but as much as he wanted to blow his load, thick and heavy down her greedy throat, he wanted something else even more. He let her continue until he couldn’t take it any more, and then he pulled her off him, a long, drawn out slurping cough as he tugged himself free.

Scheherazade stared up at him with glassy eyes, confused, her lips swollen and red. “Master?”

His cock was drenched with her spit, a long, thick strand hanging from him briefly before the strand broke and fell to the floor. She panted heavily to catch her breath, her busty chest shaking.

He had to have her. He had to have her now.

Ritsuka offered a hand. “Come with me.”

Scheherazade grabbed his hand and he hauled her up effortlessly, her body falling against him. His long, hot length pressed into her stomach, wet from her mouth and his pre-ejaculate, and she shivered, feeling it poke her right above her womb.

It was claiming her most precious spot, telling her where it was going next.

“Master,” she cooed, hands greedily touching him. Her nails raked down his arms, his back, cupping his muscles and squeezing appreciatively. “Mm, Master – how do you want me?”

He led her into the bedroom, pulling her along while maintaining eye contact. The way his cock jutted lewdly from his pelvis, swinging side to side with every backwards step made her tender core ooze. He directed her onto the bed where she knelt, waiting.

Ritsuka then placed a gentle, tender kiss on her brow, her nose, her lips.

“Turn around,” he said, a bolt of desire pooling in her crotch. She hastily obeyed, shuffling around and presenting her back and wide, luscious ass. “That’s it,” one of his hands gripped her hip, squeezing – while the other reared back and swatted her across the butt, her body jerking. “I want you like this.”

His chest pressed against her back, his dick slotting neatly between her thighs. Looking down, she saw him protrude through her thigh gap, the top of his shaft resting against her blazing pussy.

“On your hands and knees,” he whispered in her ear. Shivering, she obeyed once again, back arching as she spread out for him.

Ritsuka watched with hungry eyes. Her cute little butthole stared up at him and then below that, her swollen quim, labia puffy, eager, waiting for him. Grabbing her ass firmly, he spread it and enjoyed the way her pussy stretched, her pink hole opening up; moist, inviting.

Scheherazade cried out as he began swiping the tip of his cock across her sensitive pussy, taunting her clitoris with sharp slaps before teasing her entrance, applying pressure before pulling away. She moaned in displeasure, wiggling her butt back and forth.

“Mm, please, Master – put it inside me! Let me please your cock with my dirty little hole, Master. I promise I’ll make you feel good!”

Hand curled around the base, he slapped his meat against her ass, watching her wonderful caramel rump ripple from the impact. Ritsuka saw her insides contract, her pink inner walls coming together in a contraction before he lined himself up.

“Master, please – I wan—nnnnngggghh~!” her words cut off, a strangled moan piercing the air as he thrust into her brutally, taking her pussy in one, savage movement. Scheherazade’s eyes crossed as he bottomed out in one shot, fucking her all the way to her womb on the first thrust. Her insides convulsed, tightening around the invader like a well oiled fist, and Ritsuka rolled his hips, grinding his tip deep.

Scheherazade nearly blacked out.

She felt impossibly full, stretched to the limit, her vagina hugging his girth snugly. Every gasp of breath tightened her pussy, his glans seated aggressively against her cervix. There was a pinch of pain as he put pressure on her womb, washed away by a mountain of pleasure, her skin raised in goosebumps.

He was inside her. Master was inside her.

Her fingers curled, bunching the blanket as her feet arched, toes spreading as he prodded at her most sacred place. Ritsuka remained still, allowing her body to grow accustomed to his massive cock, hands caressing her lower back, the curve of her ass, squeezing her plump flesh, soothing her. Scheherazade whimpered, her hips rocking slightly as she clenched down, stroking him with her pussy.

“Mmmngg – Master,” she babbled. “I’m so full! Yessss, mmng – haaaah, haaaah, haaaah! You’re so deep inside me! Mm, fuck me, Master. Use my pussy!”

Ritsuka groaned as he pulled back slowly, eyes settled on the way her cunt gripped him. Her pussy stretched, dragging wetly up his shaft as he slowly, slowly, slowly pulled out, a ring of pink – until just his glans remained inside her. Scheherazade gasped, and then sobbed as he thrust back into her with a sharp, harsh clap of flesh, his pelvis pounding against her rump, his glans punching into her cervix. The air was forced from her lungs, pleasure lancing up her spine and spiking into her brain.

This was it. This is what she needed.

“Pamper me,” she groaned. “Pamper me, fuck me, make a mess in my womb~!”

He kept his slow tempo at first, slowly riding her ass, pulling out with an agonizingly slow tug before thrusting back in hard, hilting his cock to the base. Scheherazade panted, toes spreading every time he pounded deep, her fingers ripping at the blanket. Ritsuka’s fingers sunk into her delicious rump, grabbing fistfuls of flesh over the curve of her hip and using that to control her movements, tugging her back and forth as he tortured her with his methodical movements.

He couldn’t get enough of the way her insides collapsed around him, squeezing him, writhing in pleasure along his girth. Every sharp clap into her depths made her tense and pulse, the muscles of her back flexing visibly, her plush butt rippling from the impact. His balls felt tender as they slapped into her mound, bouncing off her clitoris, and the strangled moans that escaped her only egged him on.

But his base instincts demanded more and they couldn’t be denied for long. His established rhythm changed, speeding up, Scheherazade crying out in delight as he began to ravage her insides harder, faster, punching deep, relentlessly.

“Master,” she sung. “Oh yes, mnggg – Master, you’re fucking me so good! Hmmngg, you have such a big, manly cock. Fuck me with that thick, fat dick! Ahn~!”

Any man would enjoy such encouragement. Soon the room was filled with the wet sloshing off her eager pussy and the vigorous clapping of his pelvis against her ass, and her sordid, desperate cries of ecstasy.

She’d already cum once but that hasn’t done anything to take the edge off, and she soon found herself barreling towards another climax. Heat gathered in her tummy, dangerous, dark, radiating pleasure where he pummeled against the mouth of her womb. Her moans became whimpers, mewling sounds that signaled she was close.

“Oh, keep fucking me, Master~♡” she sobbed in bliss. “Right there~♡ Mnnng! Yesh! Yeeessssh~♡ Right there, right there, right there~!”

Ritsuka pounded into her harder, faster – but then he shifted his angle of attack, lifting a foot and placing it on the bed, almost as if he was about to mount her ass. It pressed him a little deeper, grinding his length along the side of her tunnel. Scheherazade howled.

“Cum for me,” he urged, releasing her hip with one hand only to bring it down in a sharp, swift slap upon her butt. It wasn’t hard but she felt it right down to her core, her insides trembling wildly. “Cum for me, Scheherazade. Pamper me.”

Thrusting as deeply as he could, Ritsuka rolled his hips aggressively. Scheherazade hunched, choking – and then she was shivering, shaking, gasping brokenly as that tight knot of heat in her belly ruptured.

“Oh yeah,” Ritsuka sighed as her vaginal muscles clenched, molding around his cock before throbbing, pulsing out of control. Her contractions were strong, milking him as she seethed through gritted teeth, her eyes rolling as tears spilling down her cheeks. Mind numbing pleasure crashed through her. Ritsuka slowed his movements, no longer thrusting, just rolling his hips, riding out her orgasm as her pelvis threatened to buckle.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think. All she experienced was ecstasy, her skin tingling, her heart pounding so hard in her chest that it hurt. Scheherazade gasped as her muscles locked up and released, locked up and released, hands twitching, her feet kicking as her body attempted to straighten out but Ritsuka’s iron hold on her hips prevented it. Over and over, her poor pussy throbbed until she finally sagged, boneless.

She was on cloud nine.

Ritsuka slowly pulled out and Scheherazade immediately felt the loss of his heat, that blazing steel bar that had kissed her cervix. She toppled over, thighs rubbing together, coated in her slick. Blearily, she looked to her Master and saw his cock, throbbing and drenched in her arousal, the tip an angry red, almost purple.

She still had work to do.

Rolling onto her back, her legs fell open. “Master, come,” she raised her arms, gesturing with greedy fingers. “Let me finish you off. Don’t you want to fill me with your hard earned lust?”

He did. More than anything in the world at this moment, he wanted to dive in and rut into her. Her pussy was swollen, soaked, open. He could see her velvety pink insides, drooling in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her large breasts heaved, her mocha skin covered in sweat. Her vibrant green eyes were filled with pure want.

Ritsuka crawled onto the bed, looming over her. Directing his cock with one hand, he slapped it against her clitoris, watching her face twist. Leaning down, he kissed her, stealing her breath before sheathing his cock in her puffy pussy.

Scheherazade crooned as he thrust into her, filling her up once again. When his tip settled against her cervix, she gasped.

“That’s it,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles. “Fuck me until you spend. Give me all of it, Master. Let me drown your cock in pleasure.”

He became an animal, rutting into her with a desperate need. Feet and knees digging into the bed to find leverage, he balanced on his elbows as he drove into with her sharp, angry bucks, the bed shaking from the force of his fucking. Scheherazade moaned, kissing his neck, his shoulder, biting him, licking the sweat from his skin.

Ritsuka tapped into that primal instinct of humanity; to spread your seed, to procreate. The most basic instinct of any animal. He grunted every time he bottomed out in her tight snatch, the angle forcing him against the roof of her vagina. His fat glans grinded across a sensitive spot, deep inside, one of her g-spots and Scheherazade struggled to hold on, her pleasure beginning to spike once again.

“Ahhn! Master, mmmng – I’m meant – ah♡ – to be making you feel good! Hmmngg! Oh~!”

Ritsuka felt hot, having her soft, womanly body pressed against him, his cock inside her sweltering quim. He was burning up, her length threatening to melt. The pleasure was building, the base of his shaft tightening, a ball of pressure threatening to snap.

“You feel so good, Scheherazade,” he told her, whispering in her ear. She throbbed around him, eager for his praise. “You like being my Servant, right? This is what you want, more than anything?”

“More than anything,” she cried, tightening around him. His fat dick tugged at her insides. “M-More than anything, my King~!”

Ritsuka snapped his hips against her three, four, five times before groaning, the sound rising from the depths of his soul. Sealing his pelvis against her own, his cock swelled, his tip neatly docking with the opening over her cervix. Scheherazade hissed, legs tightening around him, her climax balanced on the edge of a knife – and then with a mighty flex, molten seed was fired directly into her womb. Volley after volley of thick, potent sperm thudded into her, Ritsuka’s balls clenching tightly as his legs straightened out, pumping her deepest place full. As soon as the first shot passed into her, Scheherazade thrashed, her orgasm tearing through her, the third of the night but no less powerful.

She milked him with pulsing contractions and Ritsuka sighed in bliss, burying his face against her neck as his hips stuttered, jerking with every ball draining pulse. Soon her womb was full but he remained pressed deep into her, Scheherazade unwilling to release her hold.

They stayed like this for some time, basking in the aftermath of their amazing love making session.

Scheherazade felt tender all over her but especially in her heart. Stroking his muscular back, she shifted her weight, turning them onto their side. When his cock jostled inside her, she cooed, her poor insides squeezing pathetically, sore and satisfied.

When Ritsuka looked up and met her eyes, she kissed him. It was a slow kiss, languid, taking her time but filled with all of her passion, trust and love. Their tongues lazily swirled together, tasting one another.

When they pulled apart, he smiled at her, that cute, innocent smile of his that had captured her so many moons ago now.

“Hungry?” he asked gently.

Servants didn’t need food. They didn’t even necessarily feel hunger, either. And yet her stomach growled, answering for her. Scheherazade flushed cutely.

Ritsuka laughed.