Pride's Origin

Chapter 16 - Revenge (R-18)

    “Well?” Rikona c****d her to the side with a coquettish expression, looking at him with expectation.

    Makoto wasted no time when he both saw and heard this. He grabbed the front of her blouse, planning to rip it asunder!

    However, before he could move any further, her hands gently clasped his, ceasing his movements.

    “Giggle, calm down, I’m not going anywhere. Take your time and unbutton it. I don’t want everyone to see me leaving here looking as I’ve been ravaged, though I’m expecting no less,” she spoke with that same confidence he found so captivating.

    He blushed in slight embarrassment when he realised he had been acting like a child who’d seen a woman for the first time, “S-Sorry… i-it’s… been a while.”

    She consoled him when she saw his rare bashful side, “No need to apologise, it’s been a while for both of us, so the eagerness is understandable. Anyway, what are you waiting for? I’m ready.”

    He smiled when he heard this, “Then leave it to me, milady.”

    He unbuttoned her blouse, starting from the top, one by one. When he had finally finished, what greeted him was a feast for the eyes.

    A purple lace bra held in its cups, twin mounds that were snow-white in appearance burgeoning with a forbidden temptation.

    A thin sheet of perspiration granted them a shiny hue; they were akin to a pair of jewels. The area that was slightly pink, but was increasing in intensity, had the peaks rudely and cleverly kept from view.

    Indeed, it is a torture for just about any man, even for Makoto, though he had seen it many times before. Yet, he kept his bearings, but only barely. He quickly took off his shirt, yearning to feel her skin upon his.

    When it fell to the ground revealing his bare chest, the seductress before him licked her red lips as if she was staring at her next meal.

    Her plump breasts drew his attention once more, but he fought against his baser instincts. He needed to take this step-by-step as he turned his gaze to her own. It was for only a moment when their eyes met, but it felt like forever, and yet, there was no pain nor want in it, only satisfaction.

    He slowly lowered his head, meeting her lips with his own. His hand expertly slid under her bra and gently caressed her breasts.

    ‘Gasps!’ “Mhmmm….”

    His full, deep and sensual kiss forbade her to cry out, but his skills with his hands were testing her will. His fingers played with her n****e, flicking them, pinching them, rolling them in his fingers.

    “Oh, God yes!” She cried out in a fierce whisper.

    Releasing his lips, her head flicked black in utter bliss. Just when she thought this was where he would stay himself, a sudden shock ran up and down her body.

    “Wait, Wha- s**t!!”

    She looked down to see where Makoto had already unhooked her bra and began subjecting her breasts to the play of his tongue. Through an interchangeable tempo, the assault of tongue, teeth, lips and fingers, brought her mind to a state of euphoria, her body convulsed in pleasure.

    He stopped for only a moment to have her catch her breath as he looked upon her with a mischievous smirk of his own, “Last time you practically rode me to madness, so using my own skills, I plan to do the same. This is an act of revenge, and I. Will. Have. It.”

    Proclaiming this, he grabbed Rikona by the waist to draw her closer to him. With her sitting on the desk, he had access to every part of her body.

    Makoto then ripped the dark stockings she wore apart, pulling her short skirt only a little further up until he saw what he wanted.

    The matching purple lace panties she wore were already wet, showing that his earlier efforts weren’t for nought.

    “Y-You! D-Didn’t I s-say that… tsss!” Her rebuttal was cut short by a sharp intake of air through clenched teeth.

    “Y-You shouldn’t be ‘gasps!’ tearing anything!” Rikona tried to be angry at her ripped stockings, but she was unable to construct even one sentence, only talking in between breaths.

    Makoto’s fingers were hard at work in her bottom lips before the other finger followed shortly after. Her earlier laboured breathing a testament to its effect.

    He wordlessly asserted his experience upon her bottom lips. In and out his fingers went, devastating the lands therein!

    Makoto went on to punish her c**t to no end, drawing a pleasurable scream from her! “Ahh! Mhmm! Y-yes… God YES!! Wai- why’d you sto- Ah!”

    She gave a shriek of surprise as her legs, that were dangling off the table, were fiercely lifted up by Makoto. He landed them both on his shoulders, leaving her in an odd position.

    “Wh-What are you doing!?” She cried out, still startled by the sudden shift.

    “Sshhh, I’ll promise you’ll enjoy it, trust me,” when she heard this, she calmed down somewhat and let him do as he wanted.

    Makoto smiled when he saw that she quieted down but still eyed him with a slight look of suspicion. He got to work as he knew that this position would get uncomfortable before long. He simply figured he would let her remain like this while he overrode that feeling with pleasure.

    With her legs upon his shoulder, he quickly parted the garment that hid her ‘lips’ from his, and there it lay.

    It was dripping and quivering from his actions before, and with no time to spare; he parted his own lips and speared his tongue straight into her bottom lips.

A bolt of lightning struck a chord in Rikona as she was beside herself when Makoto decided to go down on her.

    “AAAAHHNN!!! YE- YEESSS!!!!”

    She moaned and groaned while screaming in delight! His tongue, fuelled by a need to appease, was making a mess of her as it pleasured her beyond redemption. Rikona knew she had to find ways to make him miss her more!

    “I ca- I can’t… hngh!!!” Rikona’s body convulsed, not for the first time today. Her nether region was practically a river at this point. Makoto, on the other hand, let not a drop go to waste, and swallowed all that she gave him.

    He unleashed upon her all that he could manage with this single muscle alone. Her expression was unsightly, so unlike her, it was… desirable; it was… is… alluring.

    “Hehe, I think she’s ready.”

    When Makoto saw that she was ready for him, he decided to act fast. He knew that her giving him free rein today, was so that when she took control the next time they did this, there would be no room for complaints. So he planned to enjoy this as much as he could.

    “Haaah, haah! Haa, Haa…”

    He saw her chest heaving as she fought for breath. No amount of air was enough. Yet, this did not compel him to slow down.

    In fact, it did the opposite! He let her think he now knew mercy, as he lowered her legs and left them dangling off the desk, lifeless and devoid of strength.

    He suddenly unbuckled his pants. A whirring sound was made as the belt slid through the loops and fell to the ground, coiling up like a snake. The pants and underwear soon followed suit, all falling to the ground revealing the only thing left standing, and it was surely standing.

    His throbbing rod was curved to the limit as it pulsated, the veins working hard to grant life to such a monstrous thing.

    When she looked down and saw it, the image hazy through her dishevelled hair, she let loose a coy smile as she gathered up whatever strength she had left and opened up her legs to invite him in.