Wise x Vivian -- Gratitude

“Onii-chan…”

Wise heard the concern in Belle’s voice at once, and set down his phone. Looking over towards his door, he saw his little sister standing there, her face filled with worry.

“Belle? What’s wrong? Has something happened?” he asked quickly, sitting up.

He’d been resting on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through the Inter-Knot, reading up on the current gossip. There hadn’t been anything particularly interesting today, other than something about some shady individuals snatching handbags at Lumina Square. PubSec were all over it, and it sounded as if a couple of arrests had already been made.

Today was Belle’s turn to man the store, so Wise had been getting in some much needed rest.

“Not exactly…” she began hesitantly before entering his room. “It’s just… Vivian…”

Ah. Wise had a good idea where this was going.

After the events with Hugo, Vivian was staying with them for a little while. It had only been a few days since his ‘death’, and she was showing very little improvement. Despondent was an understatement, and Wise was beginning to become a bit worried for her.

“Where is she?”

“She went out for a walk but she’s been gone for a couple of hours now,” Belle confessed. “It was her idea, and I was happy at first. She hadn’t been outside since she got here, but now…”

Vivian could come and go as she pleased, but Wise understood Belle’s concern.

“I’ll go look for her,” Wise said at once, standing. “You’re busy, right?”

“We’ve got a lot of customers today,” Belle said. “If we didn’t, I’d go looking…”

“It’s okay. I’ve got this. You can depend on me.”

“Thanks, Onii-chan.”

If Wise was Vivian, where would he go? That was the thought running through his mind as he slipped on his shoes and exited their store, holding the door open for a new customer to enter. Belle had been right – there were a lot of customers today, many of them new faces. Their small little business was growing, and they’d just received a new batch of tapes just yesterday.

The timing couldn’t have been much better.

Commerce on Sixth Street was alive and well, the sidewalks busy with foot traffic as people moved from store to store. General Chop was working overtime to fulfil all the orders coming in, every stool filled as he whipped up bowl after bowl of noodles. A large group of students were gathered around the newsstand, several of the girls squealing about how cute Howl was, while a constant stream of customers entered and exited the Bardic Needle, Wise catching the sound of music coming from within.

He glanced around, looking – but he couldn’t see Vivian’s distinct light purple hair anywhere. She was a rather short young woman, but she was someone that was very hard to miss. Not only was her hair quite distinct but her clothing was very eye-catching, and not only that, but she was incredibly beautiful. Realizing that she wasn’t here, he picked a direction and began walking.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to say when he found her. It felt like no matter what, nothing could get through to her. Wise couldn’t blame her. Their recent adventure had not turned out the way any of them had been hoping for, and the actions that Hugo had taken, and his ‘end’… well, it left a bad taste in all of their mouths.

She needed time to heal, he knew – but he just wished there was something he could do for her, in the meantime. Something to cheer her up, even if only a little bit. He hated seeing her so sad.

Wise peered into the coffee shop as he passed by, but there was no sight of her.

Maybe he could bring her some sweets? Wise wasn’t sure what she liked or disliked, but her tastes couldn’t be too dissimilar to Belle’s, right?

The 141 convenience store was just as busy as the rest of the stores, and Wise walked up and down the aisles, checking to see if Vivian was here. She wasn’t, but he picked up a slice of red velvet cake and some chocolate.

Thankfully, Wise found her quickly after that.

Leaving the convenience store, he began making his way up towards the metro station when he spotted her. Sitting on the bench by Box Galaxy was Vivian, her feet swinging back and forth as she stared off into space. For a moment, Wise froze, admiring her long, wavy, lavender hair and the fit of her gothic-style dress, captivated by the forlorn expression on her pretty face. Absent-mindedly, she twirled her parasol back over her shoulder, back and forth, back and forth, shielded from the sun.

With her porcelain white skin, long, pointed ears and crimson eyes, she looked otherworldly. Like some type of princess, ripped from the pages of a fairy tale – or like one of those traditional dolls, as if a strong breeze might carry her away on the wind.

It took Wise a moment to compose himself before approaching her.

He didn’t say a word, instead choosing to sit down next to her. Vivian jumped, startled, before she recognized who it was.

“Phaethon-sama,” she said without thinking, before her eyes widened slightly, taking stock of where they were. “Wise – what are you…?”

“Would you like some cake?” he asked instead of answering, holding up the slice of red velvet he had purchased. Her eyes locked onto it, considering, before her tummy gurgled loudly. Her cheeks instantly flushed brightly, and Vivian ducked her head.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Wise said in amusement.

“Ou…” she whined, but accepted the offering as he passed it to her.

“I also got some chocolate, if you’d like that as well.”

Vivian shook her head gently. “...This is more than enough, thank you.”

She passed her parasol over to him, and Wise kept it above her as she began removing the slice of cake from its container. It looked moist and freshly made, and when she took a careful bite, her sound of delight let him know that it had been the right choice.

“This is very good,” she said before taking another bite, this one larger.

The way she ate was very delicate, her lips pursing cutely as she chewed before swallowing. His eyes settled on her lips – moist, pink – before he forced himself to look away, instead watching passengers from the latest train exiting the metro and making their way down into Sixth Street.

“Were you worried about me?” she finally asked, after a long stretch of silence.

“Belle was worried when you didn’t come back,” he confessed. “I was worried too.”

“I just needed to get out…” her voice trailed off.

“I understand,” he said.

“I very much appreciate the hospitality you’ve extended to me,” she continued. “Please don’t take this as a sign of dissatisfaction.”

“We haven’t,” Wise countered quickly. “You’ve been the perfect guest, Vivian. Belle has really enjoyed having you around. I’m sure she gets bored of only having her brother to talk to.”

Vivian finished her cake, setting the empty container down beside her on the bench. “...And have you enjoyed having me around too?”

“Of course,” Wise answered. “I just hope that all the customers haven’t been too much of a disturbance for you. It can take some getting used to, living alongside a business.”

She appeared happy with his answer, her mouth pulling into a small smile.

“Belle loves her brother very much, I doubt she is ever bored when you are around.”

Vivian continued to kick her feet back and forth, tucking her hands neatly on her lap.

“Sometimes it’s nice for another girl to be around, that’s all. I’m sure there are things she can’t talk about with me.”

Another bout of silence, but it was comfortable. Wise leaned back, watching the people, and it was only when Vivian leaned over and pulled a bag onto the bench that he realized its presence. He wasn’t sure how he’d missed it earlier, for it was nearly as big as Vivian was, if she were to lay down beside it.

“What’s in the bag?”

“I actually went home for a bit, and collected some things,” she peered up at him shyly. “Would you like to see?”

Now he was really curious.

“Yeah, of course.”

“We should go back to the store first.”

And so they did, Wise carrying the large bag for her. It was heavier than he expected, but not anything he couldn’t handle.

Random Play was still busy when they returned, Belle helping a customer choose a video in the corner. She looked up when they entered, her face showing clear relief at the sight of Vivian. Vivian waved and mouthed something, which Belle apparently understood.

They passed through the store and ascended the stairs, making their way to his room. Having a girl that wasn’t his sister inside his bedroom made him a little nervous but he pushed those feelings aside.

Vivian sat down on the couch closest to his bed. Wise set down the bag in front of her, and he couldn’t help but notice her ears turning a little red.

“Vivian?”

Instead of answering, she pulled the zipper across the bag, opening it. Peering down, Wise saw what appeared to be t-shirts folded on top. When she pulled one of them out and unfolded it, holding it up for him to see, Wise understood what this was.

This was the merch Vivian had told him about.

The name ‘Phaethon’ was emblazoned on the front in large, orange lettering on black, the avatar they used to use before their account got destroyed positioned below. Wise stared at it in shock, and Vivian’s face filled with joy.

“What do you think?” she asked happily.

“Uh…”

There was more. In addition to countless shirts, there were posters, mugs, and even mouse pads. She’d taken posts he and Belle had made and turned them into postcards – or quote cards, was perhaps the more correct term. Everything was surprisingly high quality, and the only thing that was missing were their faces.

Because until recently, Vivian hadn’t known the true identity of Phaethon.

“They’re… good,” he answered. “You’re very dedicated, to have made so many different things.”

Wise picked up one of the mugs and inspected it.

“You can have that one, if you want. I’ve got dozens just like it,” she then began searching through the bag, and placed another mug on his coffee table. “Belle can have that one.”

Was it weird? Yeah, a little. While Proxies were known to garner fans, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever met anyone that was as into a specific Proxy as Vivian was with Phaethon. At the very least, he didn’t know any other Proxies whose fans made their very own merch. Fandom wasn’t a new phenomena, though.

Just look at the tide of Astra Yao fans that routinely took over the internet whenever a concert rolled around.

But with fandom came haters, people that held a delusional dislike of what was popular to others. While it was fine to hold a different opinion and like different things, some went too far. Like calling Astra Yao ugly – in what world, exactly? They were just objectively wrong!

And they’re lucky he was able to convince Belle and Fairy against mobilizing an army of bots to drown them out!

Phaethon had their detractors, as well, and Vivian had the proof when she pulled out a thick stack of paper bound together by rubber bands and handed it over to him.

“What’s this?”

“A list of every user who has ever said a mean word about Phaethon-sama,” she admitted without an ounce of shame. “As well as their worst quotes. I made sure to answer every single one of them personally, demanding that they retract their statements and providing proof that they are wrong! But most of them refuse to back down, something that is most vexing.”

There were a lot of usernames. Thousands. Vivian had recorded every one of them.

“You know you should never try to reason with trolls, don’t you?”

She looked cross with his words. “But Phaethon-sama!”

“I believe the saying on old message boards was don’t feed the trolls,” he added, amused at her outraged expression. “Some of them just want attention, and they feed off of people arguing with them.”

“Such slander should never be ignored, lest people begin to believe their foul lies,” she countered. “I am the voice of reason. If they cannot or will not acknowledge your greatness, then I must drown out their terrible words.”

She really was their biggest fan, wasn’t she?

Wise couldn’t deny that it felt good to have someone so staunchly on their side. Even before becoming friends, Vivian had believed that they were the greatest Proxy in the world. After meeting them, she still believed it.

He wasn’t above having his ego stroked. Being such a good Proxy was hard work.

“Belle would really love to see all of this, she’d get a kick out of it,” Wise said warmly.

“It’s just a shame that I never knew what you looked like, none of it has your faces on it,” she said sadly. “But I could make more! Up to date and better than ever!”

Wise laughed awkwardly. “Uh – that probably isn’t a good idea. Our anonymity is what protects us. If our faces were all over this merch…”

Sure, he had some friends in PubSec but they wouldn’t be able to protect them if the entire force came down on their heads. Though they’d been pretty lenient when their identities had been confirmed just recently, mostly because their friends had vouched for them, and their proven record. They hadn’t harmed anyone over the course of their career, nor had they taken advantage of anyone or committed serious crimes.

Vivian pouted. “But this is the only way I can show my appreciation. Phaethon-sama has been so good to me, even letting me stay in their home… how else can I show my gratitude…”

She stared at him with those expressive red eyes of hers, wide and hopeful. Nothing at all like the despondent creature she had been for the last couple of days. Perhaps they’d gotten things wrong. Maybe it wasn’t only Hugo’s fate that had her so down.

She felt like a burden to them. That couldn’t be any further from the truth.

Wise smiled at her, encouraging. “Vivian – you don’t need to show your appreciation to us. Belle and I – we like having you here, it isn’t a burden. We were just worried, after everything that happened… you’re our friend, and friends should stick together in times like these. We don’t need anything in return.”

“But Phaethon-sama… Wise… what if it is something that I feel compelled to show?” she looked down. “What if it is something I want to do? To show you how much Vivian cares for her great friends?”

It always surprised him just how cute Vivian could be, when she spoke as her true self. When they’d first met, she’d been so mysterious and even a little aloof, as if she were privy to some joke that no one else was. She’d appeared so wise and mature, in control, but the more he got to know her, the more he knew that had been a front.

The real Vivian was prone to outbursts of emotion, and to caring too much. She wasn’t aloof at all. Vivian was a sweet girl who had been given a gift that she had felt was a curse, the ability to see horrible things before they happened. Whenever she warned people, and those things came to pass, they were never thankful. Instead, they blamed her for it, as if she were the cause all along.

It wasn’t so surprising, then, that she felt the need to show her appreciation to the people that refused to turn away from her, no matter what. Even if she saw a great calamity befall them, it would never be her fault.

“Well… that would make me very happy,” he admitted. “But I just don’t think putting our faces on merch is the safest idea.”

Her fingers fiddled together, and suddenly, she looked very nervous. “What if… what if I showed my appreciation in a different way?”

Wise set aside the stack of paper with all the mean comments, and asked, “How would you like to do that?”

She bit her lip, her teeth worrying it for a moment before resolve firmed her expression. Vivian stood up, and Wise watched as she moved over to the door and shut it, resting her forehead against the cool metal.

“Vivian…?”

She slowly turned around, appearing shy. The tips of her pointed ears were red, as were her cheeks, and Wise was about to ask her what was wrong when her hands rose and began loosening the ribbon around her neck. Wise felt a ripple of shock rush through him, and yet he didn’t voice a word as she began picking apart her corset.

When the black material fluttered to the ground, Wise finally found his voice.

“Vivian, what are you doing?”

“Phaethon-sama,” she said, filled with command. He had been in the process of standing but the authority in her tone stopped him dead. “You will not move.”

Gone was the shy girl, his biggest fan – though maybe not entirely. Her face continued to burn, as did her ears, yet her eyes were steady, as was her voice.

“Let me do this, Phaethon-sama. It is what I want.”

Wise could do nothing as she removed her dress. Her body was slender, her waist narrow, her skin pale like purest snow. Her breasts were not as large as a girl like Nicole but on her small frame, they looked bigger than they were, her modesty shielded by a lacy black bra. She wore a matching set of panties, though they were half hidden by her pantyhose, the material clinging to her skinny legs like a second skin, highlighting their feminine shape, and enhancing her thigh gap. With every deep breath she took, Wise saw the way her ribs stretched, her flat tummy dipping inward, his eyes focused oddly on her belly button.

She looked like an angel – an angel of sin. Her red eyes burned.

Vivian toed off her heels, losing an inch or two of height, her feet flat against the floor. Reaching up, she removed the ribbons from her hair.

Then she began walking towards him, as a cat stalks its prey.

“Vivian, wait a moment!”

“Phaethon-sama,” she said, voice dropping, husky. “Please let me show you how much you mean to me.”

Her stride was graceful, her hips swaying before she stopped right in front of him. Wise didn’t know where to look, his eyes moving from her plump chest to her flat tummy, across her showing ribs, and then down, over her crotch. He watched as she knelt in front of him, and any blood that hadn’t already started flowing south immediately made the trip, leaving him feeling a little dizzy as his cock rapidly hardened.

“Vivian…”

Her breathing came out in quick pants, her slitted pupils elongating with desire. A small, pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, leaving them glistening.

“Phaethon-sama,” she settled her hands on his knees, her pretty black nail polish glinting in the overhead light. She squeezed his legs, her expression full of want. “Let me do this, Phaethon-sama.”

Wise didn’t fight her as she began stroking her hands up and down his thighs, squeezing and massaging him, her chest heaving. Any semblance of calm had abandoned her, and with burning cheeks and ears, she worked her way up towards his crotch.

There was no hiding his arousal, and he groaned as she cupped him, giving his cock a wonderful squeeze. He throbbed in reply, and she giggled, as if it were the cutest thing she’d ever witnessed.

“Phaethon-sama is hard for me,” she mumbled under her breath, as if in disbelief. “Ah – Phaethon-sama is aroused because of me.”

Of course he was. Who wouldn’t be? Vivian was exceedingly beautiful with sharp, attractive features and expressive, exotic eyes, her slim body and plump breasts easily the stuff of fantasies. Her overwhelming enthusiasm was honestly very attractive as well, and Wise couldn’t claim to not be affected when she started singing his – and his sister’s – praises.

She was cute, and sexy, and amazing, and smart, and… damn it all, why was he surrounded by so many ridiculously hot women? She was just the latest in a long line of them, but she certainly wasn’t least. Her face was one of worship as she stroked him through his pants, marveling at his hardness, and who wouldn’t fall a little in love?

Belle was going to be really upset that she missed this.

Vivian felt like her lungs were too small, every breath feeling as if her chest would burst open. It didn’t help that her heart was pounding away like a drum, deafening in her ears, making her fingers tremble as she caressed Phaethon-sama’s manhood.

She’d done this to him. Her! And so it was only fitting that she took care of it, right?

Giving his cock one final squeeze, her hands moved up, attacking his belt. Unlatching the buckle, she then shifted her attention to the button and zipper, opening his pants up and tugging at them insistently. Wise knew the assignment and lifted his hips, Vivian pulling his pants down until they pooled around his ankles.

His underwear were a dark gray in color, boxer-briefs, the material tented as they strained to contain his cock. Only one final barrier shielded it from her eyes, and her eagerness made her fingers shake as she reached for the waistband, pulling them down.

His cock caught on the lip of his underwear, straining – and then with a vigorous leap, it jerked free, throbbing and hard and perfect. Vivian gasped in delight, her eyes widening as she gazed upon Phaethon-sama’s magnificent cock.

As expected, it was long and thick and strong, the shaft bulging with veins, leaning slightly to the right. The skin was taut, the foreskin stretched tight over his fat crown, so much so that Vivian could see the shape of his glans, outlined perfectly. The very tip peeked out the top, pre-cum pooling, trapped by his foreskin, and below were two healthy balls, plump and dusted lightly with silver gray hair.

Something in her mind broke.

Wise watched with bated breath as she leaned in, her hands raking down his thighs. The sensation of her nails lightly scratching his skin made his cock tremble in delight, and when she buried her nose against his balls and inhaled deeply, he felt his chest clench tightly.

Vivian – beautiful, sophisticated, and pure – shoving her face against his balls and sniffing at him, controlled by her base instincts. Wise felt his lust skyrocket, and his idle hands gently thread through her lavender hair, cupping her head gently.

“Ah – Phaethon-sama,” she moaned in bliss, breathing in his scent. She’d never smelt something so heavenly, so filthy, so deep and dark and earthly; the musk of a man, of Phaethon-sama. It made her light headed. “Mmmnh – haaaah, mm, haaaah, ngg – it smells so good~,” she nuzzled her nose against his scrotum. “Oh, haaah – Phaethon-sama, mmg~!”

It was too much. Her body felt instantly aflame, burning up from within. Her skin tingled, her nipples tightened furiously to the point of beautiful agony, her crotch clenching, her slit dampening with arousal. Her gums itched, as if her teeth wanted to sink down into his flesh, but more than that, she needed to taste him on her tongue, to feel him pulse between her lips.

Wise sighed as he felt her soft lips kiss his balls. Vivian kissed them again, and again, and again, working her way up, her mouth opening to suckle against the underside of the base, mouthing at him, tongue curling out to lick the stiff stem. Wise helped guide her head, allowing her to move higher, one of her hands hastily grabbing his shaft, stroking it reverently as she kissed higher, and higher until she reached his covered glans.

Tightening her fingers, she pulled down, Wise groaning as she exposed his crown. The skin snapped taut beneath his cock head, revealing his fat glans, the ridge burly and overhanging the shaft, flushed red and swollen with blood. The gathered pre-cum spilled down, and when she licked his crown, she was assaulted by his salty discharge.

The taste went straight to her crotch, her pussy spasming in delight. Overcome, she licked at him desperately, his cock a lollipop. She bathed him in her saliva, moaning with exertion as she lapped at him, thirsty for his essence.

Her face was completely morphed by lust, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed brightly as she licked at him almost frantically, tongue swirling around the tip, tickling the underside before her pouty lips kissed his glans. She began making out with his cock, sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss, the pleasure mounting as his cock stiffened further.

Vivian was drunk on his cock, groaning as more pre-cum spilled out, staining her lips. Her mouth opened greedily, and sinking down, she engulfed the head. Sealing her lips under the ridge of his crown, she slurped obscenely, face stretching as she pulled upwards, eyes crossing.

“Oh, Vivian,” Wise groaned, voice dark, deeper than she’d ever heard. It made her tender insides tremble with desire. “Vivian, that feels so good.”

She was pleasing Phaethon-sama. She was making Phaethon-sama feel good with her inexperienced mouth. She wanted Phaethon-sama to praise her more. It made her tingle, deep down in her tummy, her deepest spot, her womb. If she continued to suck his cock, Phaethon-sama would keep praising her, right?

She started slowly, getting a feel for his width, mouth stretching to accommodate him. Soon she was bobbing her head, tongue writing around him, her slurping sucks growing in intensity, the hand around his shaft pumping him up and down. Wise felt his toes curl inside his shoes, heels pressing into the floor as his hips raised, pushing further into her mouth.

It was hot and wet and every sloppy suck made his balls throb, testicles tightening. Those red, crimson eyes peered up at him through her eyelashes, never leaving him, her sharp features warped. Saliva spilled down over his shaft, aiding the glide of her hand, her fingers tightening.

Vivian was sucking his cock like it was the last meal she would ever have.

Her head began moving quicker, wet, sloppy sucking sounds filling the room with greater frequency. Sometimes she would pause, only his crown between her lips, lashing the tip with her tongue while she jerked him off into her mouth before sinking down, so far that he threatened her throat. The latest plunge went a little too far in her enthusiasm, Vivian popping off the end of his dick with a cough, spit spilling everywhere as she wiped at her lips.

“Ahhn – Phaethon-sama, does it feel good?” She slurped him back into her mouth, sucking harshly before releasing him again, “Mm – is Vivian being a good girl, Phaethon-sama? How do you like Vivian’s sloppy little mouth?”

“Vivian’s mouth is the best,” he gasped as she swallowed him again, tongue going wild. Pulling down with her hand and stretching his skin taut, her mouth bobbed frantically, sucking so hard he saw stars. If she wasn’t careful, she would suck the head of his cock straight off the shaft. “Vivian is the best. Phaethon-sama loves her little mouth.”

Wise continued to heap praise on her, Vivian’s pussy throbbing in delight. Holding her hand steady, halfway down his cock, her lips met her fist, taking as much of him as she could, throwing her head up and down recklessly. Slurping up off him, she began jerking him off, palm gliding effortlessly.

“Phaethon-sama – can I?” she asked breathlessly. “Can Vivian show her appreciation even more? Please, Phaethon-sama – can I?”

“Show me,” he thrust into her rapidly moving hand, gritting his teeth when her palm curled over the tip. “Show Phaethon-sama how you truly feel, Vivian.”

Wise watched as she gave him a few more swift tugs before stilling, awkwardly climbing to her feet on shaky legs. Reaching back, Vivian unlatched her bra, her breasts springing free eagerly, the lithe girl shrugging it off. Her plump, perky tits were revealed to his eyes, her nipples wide, the areola a soft salmon pink and crinkled, the tips hard, pointy.

What a magnificent creature she was.

Slender fingers tucked beneath the waist of her pantyhose and with a swift movement, she began peeling it down over her hips, and down her legs, as if removing a second skin. When she bent forward, her heavy tits stretched, dangling, Vivian removing one foot and then the other, straightening up in nothing but her lacy black panties.

Vivian bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth. Her cute little fangs were on display, her brow furrowing as she asked, “Do you want to see it?”

Wise nodded. “I do. I want to see all of you.”

That was all the encouragement she needed, her hands pinching each side of her panties and pushing them down over her butt. She whimpered cutely as the sodden crotch peeled away from her vulva, and Wise saw the evidence of her arousal, a long string of girl cum stretching and snapping as they fluttered to the floor. Just like the rest of her body, her slit was small and cute, though plump, her outer lips engorged with blood and flushed brightly. Her mons curved out from her body, dusted with fine, lavender hair, neatly cropped and maintained.

Just the sight of her little pussy made Wise’s cock flex, and Vivian shivered, feeling his eyes on her slit as if he were touching it. More of her essence gushed out of her, dribbling down her inner thighs.

“Does Phaethon-sama approve?” she asked, almost begging for validation.

“Phaethon-sama approves,” he answered, hastily kicking off his shoes and removing his pants and underwear from around his ankles. Spreading his legs, he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his shirt, revealing his body to her. “Phaethon-sama very much approves, Vivian.”

He wasn’t ripped or overly muscular, but he was fit, not quite athletic but on the cusp of something greater. Now that he was entering Hollow’s personally without the aid of Eous, he’d started focusing on his conditioning, setting aside time to strengthen himself, and it was beginning to bear fruit.

Vivian was starstruck, eyes frantically tracing the budding sculpture he was crafting of himself. Trembling fingers dipped down and began stroking her tender flesh, Vivian sighing as sparks of pleasure ignited in her tummy. Carefully spreading her labia, she saw Wise’s eyes darken.

Her pussy was pretty and pink, her petals glistening with her arousal. Her inner labia were small, symmetrical, leading up to her clitoral hood. Her clitoris was completely hidden, shy, but when she peeled back the skin, he saw that it was swollen and visibly pulsing.

“This is how Phaethon-sama makes me feel,” she cooed. Her mind felt hazy, as if her brain were melting. She’d never been this hot, her body an inferno, but it wasn’t painful. The fire licked at her pleasantly, filling her up, freeing in a way that nothing else had ever been. His eyes were her salvation, and she drowned in them. “Let Vivian use her body to show her eternal gratitude.”

She joined him on the couch, knees on either side of his hips. So close, he could now smell her body, vanilla and jasmine, and the musk of her lust, fragrant and strong, filling his lungs. His hands instantly jumped to her hips, squeezing her soft, lush skin, Vivian moaning cutely, back arching and presenting her lovely chest.

Wise buried his face between her plump tits, kissing her chest tenderly. Her gasp caught in her throat, eyes fluttering as he licked a hot trail between her breasts, nipping at the inside curve of each tit before focusing on the left, his lips finding her nipple. She cried out as her aching peak was engulfed in wet heat, hips snapping forward instinctively.

“Phaethon-sama~♡!” she wailed, head tilted back, facing the ceiling. “Yes~!”

Vivian felt as if she were coming apart, every suck of his lips driving her insane. His tongue flicked over her hardened nub, back and forth, up and down, her sensitivity skyrocketing. Every sensation pooled in her belly, a knot of pressure forming, her gasps filling the room as he tormented her poor nipple.

When he had his fill, he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Every gasp she made had his cock pounding, a hand sliding up her waist, over her ribs and palming the underside of her breast. Squeezing it gently, he rolled his wrist, her pliable, pale flesh molding to his hand, bulging between his fingers.

“Ah~! Phaethon-sama~♡!” she crooned sweetly, delirious. “Mmnngg~! I-It feels so good~! Ahn~ Phaethon-sama makes me feel so gooood~!”

But she was meant to be showing her appreciation, not indulging in her own pleasure. Reaching down blindly, she grasped Wise’s fat cock and shuffled forward, lining her pussy up with his weeping tool. Wise bit her nipple gently as he felt his cock brush over her moist cleft, tearing a cry from her lips, and then suddenly, she was lowering her hips, stealing his breath as she descended.

Her entrance was tight, and yet it yielded instantly, spreading wide as it welcomed him into her grasping embrace. Her voice grew high pitched, a long whine as she sunk down on him, inch by inch, her insides rippling around him as she drew him deeper into her body. When his wide crown brushed over her g-spot, her hips jumped, rocking forward erratically.

“Phaethon-sama is so biiiiig~~!” she moaned loudly, grunting as she rocked back and forth, stroking his cock over her sensitive spot. Stars filled her vision, her pussy spasming in delight, the pleasure almost too much. Any discomfort she felt at having lost her virginity was lost in amongst the ecstasy of her deflowering, her thighs trembling as she inched down. “Oh~! Hmmmm, you’re going so deeeep~♡~!”

Wise continued assaulting her wonderful tits, squeezing and sucking and biting as she slowly fucked herself down his shaft. The texture of her inner folds was maddening, as if a million little nubs were rubbing all over him, writhing and twisting, and when she finally plunged down to the hilt, her voice cracking as she screamed, he felt her springy cervix against the tip of his dick.

He was inside her. All the way inside her.

They were lucky his room was sound proof or all the customers downstairs would have heard her scream of rapture. Her pussy throbbed around him, tightening every time she gasped for breath.

Vivian’s body was wracked with waves of pleasure. It felt like all of her weight was crushing her womb atop his manly cock, the pressure on her uterus causing her vision to blur. Rocking her hips, she choked on a scream, grinding the tip of his dick across her cervix.

“Breathe, Vivian – breathe for me,” Wise coaxed, and she realized that the reason her vision was blurring was a lack of air. Inhaling sharply, she panted as she sagged, boneless, mewling desperately as her insides spasmed.

“Phwaethwon-swama~!” she slurred, burying her face in his neck. Every tiny shift made it feel like she was going to die, the sensation of his cock pushing against her womb too much to handle. “Ahh~! I – I can’t~♡~! It’s too deeeeeep~!”

“It’s okay, just take your time,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear. Vivian shivered wildly, clenching around his iron shaft, groaning as he flexed inside her. When his lips nibbled on her ear, she screamed.

“Oh, Vivian, if you squeeze me that hard,” Wise grunted as her tunnel collapsed, strangling his cock. “I won’t be able to last very long.”

It took a while for Vivian to grow accustomed to being impaled by his magnificent penis, gritting her teeth and seething as she wiggled her hips, his fat glans dragging over her deepest spot. That knot of pressure continued to tighten and build, even though she was barely moving, and when she slowly raised her hips up slightly and slapped down, her eyes bugged out.

“Nnnggg~!” she choked.

“That’s it,” Wise groaned, his wide crown being tugged by her grasping folds. He licked her ear, and her hips jerked, grinding, her wail muffled against his neck. “That’s it, keep going, you can do it, Vivian. Make me feel good, show me how much you appreciate Phaethon-sama.”

Slowly, she rose up again, squeezing his shaft like a well oiled fist before dropping down, her entire body trashing as he bottomed out. Again, and again, and again, Vivian started to ride him, eyes rolling up into her head every time his cock punched into her cervix, her insides writhing out of control.

She always knew sex was meant to feel good, but never had she dreamed it would feel this good! Her body was struggling to cope with it, toes spreading as she rode up higher, pleasure sparking up her spine as she grasped at his fat dick desperately. When she dropped down, the air was forced from her lungs in a rush, her sweaty breasts sticking to Wise’s firm chest.

Girl cum sprayed around the tight seal of her pussy around his girth, drenching his thighs and balls, long strings of her arousal stretching whenever she rode up and down, a lewd, clapping slap echoing around the room. Vivian started moving faster, half-crazed, a hand slipping between their bodies to cup her belly.

“Haaah~! Ahhn~! Phaethon-sama is fucking me so deep~♡! Nggggg~! It feels so good~! Yesssss, Phaethon-sama~! Ahhh~! Wiiiiise~♡~!”

She alternated between calling him by his name and his Proxy handle, screaming into his neck as her back arched, pussy riding his cock with reckless abandon. Wise cupped her shapely ass with both hands and squeezed, helping to guide her frantic fucking, feeling the cum in his balls churning violently, Vivian’s velvety grasp attempting to coax out his load.

Vivian could feel her insides begin to tighten up, the knot trembling as the pleasure kept building higher and higher. She sobbed and licked his neck, face crumpling as the ecstasy threatened to consume her utterly. Plap, plap, plap, plap, her pelvis rode higher and higher, his glans breaking the tight seal of her entrance before she slammed back down, her womb rattled from the impact, pain and pleasure melding together as one as she brutalized her cervix.

She was going to cum.

She was going to cum so hard~!

“Phwaethwon-swama~! Phwaethwon-swama~!” she wailed, balanced on the edge. “Phwaethwon-swama is making me cuuuuuuuuummmmmm~!”

Wise groaned as her hips rocked forward as she clapped down for the final time, her pussy contracting violently. She rutted against his cock mindlessly, grinding his tip across her tender cervix as her orgasm blasted through her with mind numbing force, and with a lunge of her mouth, she bit down on his neck, hard.

Her pussy milked him furiously as Vivian’s hips thrashed back and forward, wringing the cum straight from his balls. Hissing from the pain in his neck as her fangs broke skin, his length flexed powerfully as the semen rocketed up his shaft and spewed in fat, thick ropes into her melting womb. Vivian moaned deliriously, mouth still latched around his neck as molten seed gushed into her in heavy spurts, thudding into her deepest place and filling her up.

Over and over again, his balls heaved until they jumped one last time, drained dry by Vivian’s ridiculously tight quim, his fingers tightening on his ass hard enough to bruise her lovely pale skin.

It had been awhile since he’d nutted quite that hard.

Vivian continued to shake as the aftershocks rolled through her, her mind short circuiting as it acknowledged one fact; Phaethon-sama had cum inside her. Phaethon-sama’s heavy load was inside her womb. Phaethon-sama’s potent, virile semen was ejaculated into her uterus. Phaethon-sama had bred her. Phaethon-sama’s sperm was possibly penetrating her ovum.

She might be having Phaethon-sama’s baby!

“Oh, Vivian, what…?” Wise groaned in surprise as her body seized up, and erupted in another explosive orgasm, her pussy spasming around his post-orgasm sensitive cock.

“Hnnngnnnnnnggg~!” she seethed, still biting his neck, jaw locking tight. “Hnnnngggngnn~!”

Wise rode out her second consecutive orgasm before her body went limp, sagging against him.

“Vivian?”

No answer.

Cradling her body carefully, he pulled her away and looked at her face. Her cheeks were smeared with tears, her mouth still open, saliva spilling from her lips. Touching his neck gingerly, he felt the indents of all her teeth and flinched as it stung.

She’d bitten him really good.

Even though she was passed out, her pussy continued to twitch and convulse randomly. Pulling her back in, he embraced her lovingly, sighing into her lavender hair. She was hot, and sweaty, and her juices were plastered all over his thighs and balls, but he felt comfortable, content, like a king.

The door nudged open, and an angry eye peered in at him.

“Onii-chan…” Bella said angrily, almost at the point of tears. Wise tensed. “You’re lucky none of the customers heard what you were doing!”

“Belle,” he tried but she cut across him.

“You. Me. Tonight,” she snapped. “And you better make it up to me,” she then shut the door, hard, not letting him answer.

He was really in for it.

Oh well – there were worse punishments in the world. He just hoped he had the energy for it because when Belle was pissed, she became an animal in bed.