The first thing Sakura Igawa felt was the sensation in her head. It felt like her head was filled with cotton, and as her eyes fluttered open she couldn't remember where she was or what she'd done. She was seated, she could tell that much, with a soft couch underneath her ample ass. As her vision cleared, she could see she was in a dirty and dark apartment. A few bare pieces of furniture joined her in the living room – a TV set, a lamp, a table in front of her – all surrounded by bare wooden floors and windows with the curtains drawn.
Where am I? she thought, trying to keep her head from lolling forward weakly. Her body ached, and when she tried to move, she found her arms were tied up behind her, and ropes criss-crossed her chest to bind her to the couch. That set alarm bells off in her head. She tried to break the rope, but her body felt terribly weak, her ninja uniform tight and constricting against her skin. What happened?
The apartment smelled like old tobacco, but another smell, sour and earthy, filled the room as well. Sakura had been a ninja for long enough to know the scent of an orc. When she realized that, she redoubled her efforts, but the ropes only dug into her soft breasts, causing her to gasp at the sensation. How had she ended up in an orc's home? All she could remember was going out on a routine patrol, nothing crazy.
Just then the front door opened, and Sakura got a glimpse of her captor. He was huge, like all the orcs, standing at least 7 feet, with a strongly muscled body covered in heavy layers of fat. His face was ugly and scarred, the usual tusks jutting up from his lower lip, though only one, as the other was smashed. He carried a few heavy plastic bags, and chuckled when he saw Sakura was awake. “How'd you sleep, babe?” he said as he closed the door, his voice deep and powerful.
“Fuck you,” Sakura responded, doing her best to ignore the heavy feeling in her head. Her heart had skipped a beat at seeing the orc – he was a perfect specimen of masculinity, heavy and potent, and she tried to stifle her panic at remembering her ninja schooling. The orcs, she had learned from her sister Asagi and the rest of the ADN, were perfect reproductive specimens. Entirely male, they delighted in forcefully breeding human women who, after being impregnated by the orcs, would either bear human daughters or orcish sons. Their cum was inhumanly virile, and even acted as an aphrodisiac. What was worse, Sakura felt, was that many of the women kidnapped by orcs came to love their captors, and many would go back to orcish haunts after being freed by ninjas, unable to live without their daily dose of orc cum.
Sakura found her throat dry. Was this orc going to try and rape her? She desperately tried to think where her sword might be, but she knew that if he undid her restraints, she had certain techniques she could rely on to defeat him. But how had she gotten into this situation in the first place?
The orc laughed. “Come on,” he said as he went behind the counter to the small kitchen and put the bags up, “I could have left you to the mercies a'that monster you were facing last night, if that's what ya wanted!”
Sakura's memory returned to her suddenly. She had been fighting a... tentacle beast. She remembered that. She remembered all the various women it had turned into egg-laying brood mothers, and how hard she had fought to destroy it. She... she had lost her sword, and the last thing she remembered was a sharp pinprick in her neck.
“Did you do anything to me?” Sakura asked, hate in her eyes.
The orc smiled and walked up in front of her, looming over Sakura, his crotch right in front of her face. His loincloth was totally inadequate, and the purple tip of his cock and the bottom of his massive hanging balls were visible. The cloth itself was stained with the musk and scent, not only of sex and orc semen, but also the orc's sweat, apparently never having been washed. Sakura wanted to gag, but she couldn't show weakness in front of this scum. “Nope,” he answered, “not yet. I'm Rog, by the way.”
“How did you find me?
Rog looked at her. “What, no 'Hi Rog, I'm a ninja, and this is my name'? Pig was right, all you ADNs are rude.”
Sakura looked away with a tch. But as much as she wanted to stay silent, she found herself saying her name without even realizing it. “Sakura,” she said, and then a few moments of useless fighting after, “Igawa.”
A look of recognition flashed across Rog's face. “Oh shit, Asagi's sister? Well damn, ain't I a lucky man today.” Moving his hand towards Sakura, Sakura prepared her secret techniques. As his hand tore the ropes off her chest, she began to cry out “Special Technique: Shadow Strike!”
Normally, it would be a kick that cleaved a monster in two, but for some strange reason, Sakura found herself leaning against Rog's chest, his hands on her arms, her body too weak to stand. “What...” she panted.Rog chuckled. “Yer still weak as hell. That tentacle monster hit you with something and you blacked out. I watched ya fall down, and grabbed ya before it could put its eggs in ya. You should be thanking me!”
Sakura trembled, the sour sweaty smell of Rog's body making her want to gag, but also set a strange feeling between her legs that she was scared to imagine further. But as his words moved into her mind, she found herself speaking without wanting to. “T-thank you, Rog,” she stammered. What happened to me! her mind screamed.
“That's better!” he replied, before turning her around and undoing the bonds around her arms. Sakura's arms fell down at her side, weak and useless, and she struggled to even form fists. Every breath she took she breathed in more of Rog's musk, and she felt something heat up inside of her breast. Rog pushed her back onto the couch, and as she sank into the cushion Sakura closed her eyes and hugged her body beneath her heaving breasts.
Rog watched the spectacle as well, bits and pieces fitting together in his mind. He smiled cruelly. He had been planning on just raping Sakura when she woke up, but now, something more grew in his mind. Sitting down next to Sakura, Rog put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “It's alright, Sakura. Ol' Rog's here to take care of ya until ya feel better. Wouldn't ya like that?”
Sakura shuddered, but nodded. Nononononono! she wanted to scream. Why is my body betraying me like this? She thought it couldn't just be the orc's musk – as a ninja, she'd had training to fight against most common types of will-sapping materials that an ADN might run into. But something was happening – when Rog made a suggestion, Sakura's body instinctively obeyed. The horror of what might happen to her filled Sakura's mind. He was going to rape her, turn her into an orcish breeding sow, and she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it. She was desperate.
“You have a boyfriend, Sakura?” Rog asked, stroking her shoulder with his nails, his eyes feasting on her tightly covered breasts, watching Sakura's nipples slowly push up at the thin material. Sakura grit her teeth and shook her head. Just get this over and rape me, damn it! she thought.
“That's a real shame,” he continued, pulling her a bit closer to him. “You're a beautiful young woman! You're telling me you haven't had any of those dumb boys confess to you or something?” Sakura could see his loincloth stir as his cock twitched, and the thought of that disgusting thing getting anywhere near her almost made her gag. Sakura had, in fact, been forced to turn down several love confessions in this last year of high school. Plenty of boys saw her gorgeous figure and thought about having it for themselves, but Sakura was committed to her duties as an Anti-Demon Ninja. She shook her head.
“Oh ho! But you turned them all down, I take it?” Sakura nodded. “That's too bad!” Rog said, “a girl at your age should be having fun like that, not fighting horrible monsters at night! Heheh. Well, I can't blame ya, you must have been thinking about real men, anyway.”
“Just... just do what you're going to do,” Sakura spat out, her hands curled into weak fists on her thighs. She didn't need life advice from a goddamn orc. She'd had enough arguments with Asagi about the dangers of being a ninja anyway. Her left breast was mashed against Rog's chest, and she knew he enjoyed the feeling.
Rog laughed at Sakura, and she wanted to cry – only her training prevented it. “What, ya think I'm gonna fuck ya right now? I'm not prepared babe!” He smiled, showing off his crooked teeth. He licked his lips with his long and slimy tongue, and Sakura knew what he was thinking about. “Not that you're not sexy as hell, but I need some time to make sure everything's perfect for ya.”
Sakura opened her eyes in shock. What was he saying? Was there a chance she might have time for whatever had happened to her to wear off? The hope kept her heart from breaking. She would recover from whatever the monster had hit her with, and once she was back in business, she'd kick this sick bastard's ass five ways from Sunday.
“So how's this sound ta ya? Why don't you head home and change, and we'll meet up at the park, just you and me. We'll have ourselves a little date, that way you can thank me for saving ya last night, and you can have some fun.” Rog grinned, and the scars on his face shifted with the movement like rivers.
“Nnngh...” Sakura tried to refuse, but her throat closed on the sound. “Nngh... y... yes,” she finally answered. “Let's... let's do that.” A date?! Why would I want to be seen in public with a monster like you!
“Great!” Rog exclaimed. “But before you go, how about one little thing?”
“W...what?” Sakura panted.
“How about we kiss?”
Sakura's eyes opened wide in surprise. The mere thought of having that ugly mug right up against her face, shoving his tongue into her mouth was too much! She'd never kissed a boy before, and this orc was going to take her first kiss from her! She tried to back away, but her body refused to listen to her mind. Her mouth gently opened and, with growing horror as that toothy mouth came nearer to hers, the two kissed.
The first thing Sakura tasted was Rog's spit – slimy and slick, it covered his tongue and dribbled out of his mouth into Sakura's. Behind that was the meaty, smoky aftertaste of Rog's last meal. In the back of her mind she felt she should have figured orcs would rarely brush their teeth. As Rog's tongue slid into Sakura's mouth, her eyes watered. The orc's tongue was long, thick, and coiled around her own tongue to squeeze it like a snake more than once. She almost gagged as the tip of his tongue poked down Sakura's throat. For what seemed like an eternity it went on, and the most terrible part about it was that when Rog pulled away, and Sakura gasped for breath, she felt her heart beat as if she had enjoyed what had just been done to her.
She coughed a few times, and without thinking about it her tongue slid along her lips, picking up the last bit of spit Rog had left on them. She closed her eyes and thought about her training. I won't break down I won't break down I won't break down she repeated to herself.
Rog was silent for a moment, savoring having taken the first kiss from such a beautiful young woman. “That was great,” he said eventually, “I can't wait for this date.” He looked at the clock on the wall – it was still somewhat early in the morning. “Alright, why don't you head home and change into something sexy, and we'll meet at Toshio park at 10.”Sakura nodded. “Al-alright, Rog.”
He helped her to her feet, and on her somewhat unsteady legs she stumbled towards the door. “Oh yeah,” Rog added as he opened the door, “why don't you keep all this a secret from everyone else, alright? And smile, you look cuter that way.”Sakura nodded, and gave him a faint and pained smile. As she stepped out of the apartment, she allowed herself a moment of hope as the summer morning breeze blew into her face.
It was when Rog slapped her ass before closing the door that she worried this day would not get better.
When Sakura heard the door close behind her, she gasped a sigh of relief, gulping down the clean summer air to try and clean her senses of the powerfully rank stench of Rog and his apartment. With her ass cheek still stinging from the solid slap he had given her, Sakura ran home.
As she did, she planned what she would do. She'd take a shower, first of all, and then she'd tell Asagi what had happened – how she'd been knocked out by some kind of drug, and that there was an orc in particular she'd need to pay a visit to and kick the shit out of when she got a chance. No, she corrected herself, she was going to murder Rog, the gross fuck. She was certain that whatever the tentacle monster had injected into her couldn't last forever, and when it wore out, she'd gut the bastard for taking advantage of her like he did.
She smiled as she jumped over the wall into her backyard – when she put her sword into Rog's heart, he would wish he had raped her when he had the chance. As she got to her feet and started walking towards the back door, she shuddered at the thought of that terrible, powerful cock she had seen hints of tearing into her. To lose her virginity to that? Her heart skipped a beat, and Sakura did her best to figure it was out of fear. She was glad that Rog had been too caught up in his own plans to humiliate her to think of using her like that.
“I'm home!” she called out when she opened the door, only to be greeted with silence. Letting out a questioning noise, Sakura went into the kitchen, to find a note for her on the island counter.
Sakura – I'm out getting some groceries this morning. DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE BEFORE I GET BACK HOME. - Asagi
Sakura's smile widened a bit more, though tempered by the fact she knew Asagi would chew her out for weeks over having put herself into such a risky position. And on one level Sakura knew Asagi would be right in her scolding – Sakura could have either been turned into a mindless egg-layer or an orc's pet, if she hadn't been as lucky as she had. But having to sit through Asagi's lectures about how
dangerous Anti-Demon Ninja work was, and the necessity of constant vigilance? Not Sakura's idea of a good time.
But it did give Sakura time to take a shower, and with relief flowing into her still-weak limbs, she practically tore off her battle uniform, leaving the skin-tight bodysuit and tiny orange miniskirt on the floor of the bathroom. As the hot water hit her body, washing off the stench and exhaustion of as dangerous a half-day Sakura had ever faced, she allowed herself to relax. A few minutes later and Sakura felt almost as good as new when she stepped out.Looking over her body in the mirror, her eyes scanning across her teardrop-shaped breasts, her round ass, and her wide hips, she didn't see any bruises or other marks, and let out a sigh of relief. The less she had to explain to Asagi, the better. Heading into her room (a domain of childhood plushies she couldn't bear to part with yet), she started throwing on some clothes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was confused.
Without realizing it, she'd thrown on a barely-decent sleeveless shirt that only just covered her bra-less breasts. Around her hips were a pair of throwaway daisy dukes, so tight on her that by forgetting to put on panties like she had, the crotch rubbed at her clitoris in the most undignified way, and she could even see the tiniest tufts of her pubic hair peek over the top!
A part of her told her that it was impossible to go outside looking like that, but she smiled. Why would she be going out? To that “date” with Rog? The only date she'd have with him was ending his life. Sakura was staying home that day, to rest and recuperate. She could dress how she wanted.
Heading back downstairs, Sakura checked her phone. 11 messages from Asagi overnight, all of them asking where she was in increasingly alarmed tones. Sakura was glad Asagi cared about her that much, but her sister didn't need to be so worried about her. Sakura replied, saying she had a long night and was back home.
Thirty seconds later she got a response: We. Need. To. Talk. Even as Sakura unscrewed the juice bottle and poured herself a drink she grimaced. Asagi only wrote like that when she was Angry. Maybe... maybe she could skip out before Asagi got home.
Leaving a note saying she'd be back in the evening, Sakura threw on an old baseball cap and skipped out the front door, without any idea of where she'd go. Sending a message to Murasaki asking her where she was, Sakura just started wandering, letting her legs take her wherever.
The day was beautiful, hot but with a strong breeze to keep things from getting too steamy. Feeling it race across her bare skin, Sakura made a pleased noise at the sensation. She was being more racy than... well, any time really, but she was walking down quiet suburban streets all by herself – no one was going to really take notice of her! It was even a bit exciting, and as her shorts rode up into her pussy lips, rubbing against them roughly, Sakura could feel a bit of pleasure in it. That was unusual. Am I some kind of exhibitionist? she thought.
As her nipples stiffened at the cool touch of the wind, Sakura bit her lip. She thought about going back home to change into something a bit more substantial, but when she checked her phone she saw a message from Asagi, and when the preview showed all caps, she knew that Asagi was home, and Asagi was pissed. A little embarrassment was better than dealing with that before Asagi calmed down, Sakura thought.
With still no response from Murasaki, Sakura took turns at intersections randomly, and it was only when she happened on one of the suburban parks that she felt strange. The breeze brought a strong smell to her nose, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the rough, flinty musk.
“Ey girl, you're right on time!” Rog said, and Sakura's stomach twisted into knots. How!? her mind raced, even as her body turned, strangely slowly, towards the voice. The orc clearly hadn't cleaned up too much from that morning, as when he stood in front of Sakura his musk filled her open mouth and stuck to the inside of her head with a frustrating cloying sensation, again feeling like it seeped into her body and set a fire inside of her.
“Hi,” Sakura replied, and she screamed inside her head. The venom hadn't worn off yet!
Rog smiled, the scars on his face twisting with the movement. “I like the look, girl,” he said, his eyes moving up and down Sakura's body, “it's real sexy.” Sakura looked away from Rog as he licked his lips, her face burning with shame.
“What's the matter, Sakura?” Rog asked, his voice full of oily false ignorance, “maybe the heat's gotten to ya?” He grabbed Sakura's arm, effortlessly pulling her behind him, to a bench underneath a tree's shadow. They sat down, and Rog settled Sakura onto his lap. “Oooh babe,” he said, “ya look great today,” he said, speaking into her ear. The stimulation on her ear made her feel disgusted – as if he was trying to be intimate with her! As he spoke, a fat drop of his spit fell from his tongue to land on the tented fabric of Sakura's shirt, hitting her nipple. Sakura stiffened, for she could feel the thick cock her ass rested on, only two thin layers of denim and leather separating her from him.
“Thank you, Rog,” she said, her heart beating violently. As if Rog could sense her fear, he cupped his hand, rough and weathered, on top of her breast, forcing an unwelcome gasp from Sakura's mouth.
“Don't worry, babe,” Rog said, “anybody could tell how horny you are.” As he spoke, he massaged Sakura's breast through her thin shirt, his fat fingers squeezing into her soft and pliant breasts, teasing her nipple, treating her without regard for where they were or who might see them. Sakura whimpered and twisted, her hands fidgeting, biting her lip. Between her thighs small trickles of desire grew.
It felt so good!
Each and every movement Rog made sent sparks of unutterable pleasure through Sakura's body. When Rog mauled her breast, squeezing it like a rubber ball, it felt like fire moving across her skin, and sinking into her. Rog mashed her breasts together, pulled them apart, and treated them roughly. And what was worse was he knew what he was doing to her – he smiled and made comments to her as he manhandled her that she couldn't respond to. As her body squirmed, she could tell she was having an effect on Rog as well, as that organ she sat on stiffened as she rubbed against it. He's using me to get himself off, Sakura thought, and she wanted to cry out. But when she did, it was a pant of pleasure, not of disgust.
Sakura had never felt anything like it before, and though she tried to think of why it was, when Rog pinched both of her nipples between his sharp nails Sakura could only let out a long, lewd moan as her pussy clenched tight, and she came. Her tight shorts were dark and damp, she was panting heavily, her eyes lidded, aware on some level that this horrible orc had just given her the most intense orgasm of her life, only by playing with her breasts. Her shame was palpable.
Rog gave her a moment to catch her breath, but then he pulled her face to look over her shoulder and kissed her. Just like at the apartment, his tongue – long, dextrous, and dripping incessantly with his saliva – filled Sakura's mouth. Her eyes watered at the invasion, and though she clenched her fists, she could barely fight Rog. Her heart beat excitedly, and Sakura was afraid that she couldn't tell if it was in fear or desire.
After a minute, Sakura found that she had turned in Rog's lap, and her hands were resting on the orc's powerful torso as they kissed. Had he moved her? She hadn't noticed it, but she found the strength to push herself away from that strong, lovely, wet tongue... Sakura found herself staring at Rog's tongue, and shook her head to regain her senses. She panted, each breath heaving her breasts up and down, her shirt doing almost nothing to hide them. It was the musk, realized. It was interacting with the tentacle's venom. That was the only way she could rationalize how Rog was making her feel, and every moment she spent near him was making the effect worse, she was sure of it. Sakura almost wanted Murasaki or Asagi to find her. She would sit through a hundred lifetimes' worth of sisterly lectures if it meant she could get out of this horrible predicament.
“Ya ever wanted a boyfriend, Sakura?” Rog asked, his nails gliding up and down Sakura's exposed back, causing goosebumps to break out on her, “tell me the truth.”
Sakura closed her eyes and turned her head away. “Yeah,” she said after a moment. She did, at some point. But what was Rog getting at?
Rog leaned in and pushed Sakura's chin back towards him. “That's what I thought! I could tell how much ya needed a release just then. Whadda ya say you and me make this a bit more than a date, and call ourselves a couple?”
Sakura's eyes widened. “Why would I want that?!” she yelled out, but before she could push off Rog and try to make a run for it his arms were around her legs and chest. Rog held Sakura close to his body, and she could feel their sweat mixing together, making their bodies slick where they touched.Rog grinned, and his broken tusk jutted up. “Because I can make you feel real good, Sakura,” Rog said, moving a hand toward her crotch. His fingers teased against the denim, which rubbed against her wet and engorged clit. Sakura shivered, her legs squeezing around his arm.
“Please... please stop this,” Sakura whispered. She closed her eyes, trying her best to keep her dignity.
Rog teased at Sakura's exposed skin, trailing a nail through the little tuft of hair peeking out of the top of her shorts. “What's wrong, Sakura?” he said into her ear, before kissing it.
“I... I don't want this.”
Rog pushed the front of her shorts in, and she let out a squeal and tensed. “Doesn't sound like you don't want it.”
Sakura panted, her eyes closed tight to try and stop herself from crying. “It feels... it feels too good,” she said between heavy breaths. She had to admit it. Every touch was maddening, every breath sent fire through her body. She had to stop it, somehow, even if it meant admitting her weakness to this monster.
“Oh? Why don't you tell me more about it,” Rog said as his nail pulled down the zipper on the front of Sakura's shorts, scratching her just above her clit with his nail.
Sakura couldn't speak for a few moments, her mind and body were at odds with each other. “Everything you touch...” she strained to speak, “it feels like I'm on fire. I'm scared of how good it feels.” Her fists loosened against Rog's chest, her fingers trailing along his meaty pecs. “I'm scared!” Sakura's eyes were screwed shut, but the tears began anyway, leaking out of the corners of her eyes.
Rog chuckled, and pulled his finger away from Sakura. It gave her a moment to catch her breath, and the tears stopped with great effort. Standing up, Rog pulled Sakura to her feet. “Looks like you need a moment to relax then, Sakura. Why don't we go see a movie or something?”
Sakura found herself nodding as she quickly wiped at her cheeks, but found herself tense up when Rog rested his hand on her ass.
The walk to the nearest theater was almost unbearable for Sakura. The people who saw her with Rog must have thought she was like other orc victims, bound to her captor, but she wasn't! Men and women looked at her with expressions ranging from pity to disgust, and Rog reveled in slapping her ass where plenty of people could see it. Sakura told herself she was going to kill Rog, and every humiliation he piled onto her was just making his coming demise all the more terrible.
If Sakura had thought they were going to go to a regular theater though, her heart sank as she realized their destination. A porno theater, catering to orcs and the worst men. The posters advertised various fetishes – schoolgirls, pregnancy, netorare, the works – and Sakura felt disgust at the people who made and watched this stuff. Not that she'd never looked at porn before, but this was low-class, and quite beneath her. Hers was soft, clean. This, and she could tell from the pictures of women with empty eyes and drooling mouths, was dirty and rough.
“Oi, that you Rog?” the orc in the ticket booth said. He wore a shirt that strained to contain his chest, and a good chunk of his nose was missing and scarred-over.
Rog let out a bellow and raised his arm in greeting. “Ey, Garg! Haven't seen you in a while!” The two shook hands through an opening in the glass around the booth.
Garg licked his lips as he noticed Sakura. “Oof, that's a nice girl ya got there. Planning on sharing her with yer old pal?”
“Ah, sit on it ya old lecher,” Rog spat it out, “she's my girlfriend, and we're having a nice day out today!” He looked around at the various showings and threw some bills on the counter. “We'll take two for Wife and Daughter Mating Training.”
Garg belted out a long laugh. “Oh, that's a good one, Rog!” Whether he meant the movie of Rog's assertion of their relationship, Sakura couldn't tell. Garg slid the tickets to Rog. “You two have fun in there, and let me know when she's ready for your friends!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Rog waved Garg off with a laugh of his own, and with his arm around Sakura's waist, the two of them entered into the darkened theater. Every time she lifted a foot to take a step, Sakura could feel the slight stickiness inhered that in the carpet, and suppressed another shudder. The auditorium for their film was already dark by the time they entered, but it was small enough that Sakura could make out some of the other viewers – a few orcs, a few men, and a few women who looked like prostitutes with some of them.The pair took seats in the very back row, the bright projection passing just over their heads. Sakura thought for a moment, as the movie began to start, she might be able to close her eyes and rest, and maybe escape for a moment the shame she was in. But when Rog saw that, he leaned in close to her and said “I think you should pay real good attention to the film, babe.”
Sakura's eyes snapped open, and she was rewarded with the sight of a woman, hugely pregnant, being fucked in the most merciless fashion from behind while a younger woman, also pregnant, sucked at her nipples. Sakura almost gasped, her heartbeat quickening under her massive breasts.
It did not take long for the audience to begin attending to their own needs. Sakura heard zippers open up, saw some of the women dip their heads in the rows in front of her. Watching the woman moan wildly, violated as she was by her once-estranged husband, and describe in a voice-over that this was not how things had always been, but he had forced himself back into her and her daughter's lives, and sitting next to Rog, whose presence she couldn't block out no matter how much she wanted, Sakura felt the knot in her stomach grow and twist.
“Relax, babe,” Rog said, and he slipped his hand over Sakura's crotch, while taking her hand and bringing it under his loincloth. Sakura froze as her fingers brushed against Rog's cock. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before – still a little flaccid, it dwarfed anything she had ever seen before, and its rough texture was covered in small bumpy growths. The head was fat and purple, and when Rog put Sakura's hand over the tip she cringed at feeling the precum oozing from his cock on her palm.
Rog moved Sakura's hand a little along his cock, to give her an idea of what he wanted, and Sakura had no choice but to comply. Lightly grasping it, her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth, she began to tug and pull the tightening skin. Precum leaked out of his slit, to dribble down to the flared lip and Sakura's fingers. It was a disgusting feeling, compounding the horror she felt as she imagined the organ in her hand penetrating some poor girl. Her throat felt drier than ever when she thought of it tearing into her.
Rog didn't leave Sakura alone to work, though. He began to tease Sakura's pussy through her shorts first, squeezing her outer lips through the denim, rubbing her clit, teasing at her pubic mound with his nails. Sakura couldn't help but squirm, and felt the heat deep inside her grow. Everything was against her! The movie, where the husband was beginning his campaign by raping his daughter; the other patrons, who made no attempt to hide their actions from each other, loudly slurping on cocks or jacking themselves off; and finally Rog.
Rog was the most patient and most cruel of the three. When he finally slid his hand into Sakura's shorts, to directly pinch and tweak her clit and dripping pussy, Sakura almost wanted to beg him to make her come. But he didn't. Whenever she felt like this was it, that this push by the tip of his finger into her steaming tunnel would send her over the edge, he stopped and pulled back. Her hand jacked Rog off on its own, her thoughts (soon enough) far from the offense she had felt before, the slippery precum giving it a faint, slick sound.
Sakura began to sweat, she bit her lips, she tried not to moan, she tried not to scream in frustration.
And all the while Rog kept playing with her.
Sakura began to lose track of time and herself. The movie kept going, the incestuous father and daughter having conceived a child, and the two planning to bring the mother into the fold. The movie had drawn out the daughter's impregnation, lavishing attention on the sperm filling her womb. Sakura wondered what that would feel like, and as a glob of cum spat out of Rog's cock onto Sakura's fingers, sticky and hot, with a distinct sour smell, Sakura knew that if he took her, Rog would not need multiple tries to impregnate her.
As the movie went, Sakura came again and again to the edge, unable to cum. Whatever Rog was saying to her, she couldn't hear it above the beating of her heart in her ears, and the raging fire she felt in her loins. She needed to cum, needed it in a way she'd never known was possible to feel. Only the fact of her training stopped her from begging Rog, though she wanted it so badly.
Sakura wasn't sure how long the movie was, but she watched the ending, where mother and daughter gave birth to their husband and father's children. Sakura's mouth was slack, and watching them scream in joy as they gave birth felt right to Sakura. Not that childbirth was pleasant, she knew that, but the joy they felt in something so... primal. It set the fire in Sakura's loins to twist with even more intensity.
When the movie ended, Rog pulled his hand out of Sakura's shorts, and hungrily licked at his fingers. Sakura didn't even notice it was done until Rog stopped her hand. Sakura shook her head, and came back to her senses. She had done her job well, for her hand was covered completely in Rog's sticky semen.
“That was amazing, Sakura,” Rog said as Sakura took her hand from Rog's cock. “I thought I'd have you screaming to cum in no time.”
Sakura didn't reply, only staring at her hand dripping globs of cum onto her legs, and breathing erratically.
Rog noticed her state, and laughed to himself.
The pair left the theater, and when Rog decided the date was over he let Sakura wash the cum from her hand. He kissed her in public, so she could hear the other humans mutter about her, and slapped her ass before telling her to come back to his place in a few days.
“And remember,” he whispered in her ear, “we'll keep this our little secret, huh?”
Sakura walked back home in a daze. When she returned, she was subjected to a massive lecture by Asagi, but for some reason it all seemed to wash over Sakura. She wanted to cry, wanted to tell Asagi she was sorry for having been stupid and not really listening to her, but when Asagi asked her about the patrol, all Sakura could say was that it went fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. She was fine, she said, just tired.
“Why did you go out looking like that? You're barely half-dressed!” Asagi pointed out, her anger mostly cooled now.
No reason really, Sakura found herself replying, just thought it was hot out. Her nose was filled with the lingering odor of Rog's body and cum. How could Asagi not smell it on her?
Asagi sighed, then hugged Sakura. “I'm sorry for blowing up at you. Just... just be careful, ok?”
“I will,” Sakura smiled at Asagi, before going up to her bedroom.
That night she sobbed quietly into her pillow as she furiously tried to bring herself to orgasm, unable to do so.
When sunlight came through Sakura's window, it found her exhausted in body and spirit. She had barely been able to sleep, her body on fire and unable to orgasm. Though her hands were now thoroughly soaked through with her own juices, she lay on her side in a daze, her body too hot and too cold at the same time. She was so desperate to cum, not being able to was almost painful.
Her morning alarm started making noises from her phone, and limply grabbing it Sakura turned it off. Her morning routine was done like she was in a cloud, her mind turning over the events of the past two days obsessively and without any kind of closure. What's happening to me? went through her mind over and over again, until the words began to turn into meaningless sounds. Following her usual daily life, she put on her dark green uniform top and skirt and left for school, where Asagi taught and Murasaki was in the same class as Sakura.
The commute was the same as always, except nothing was the same. As Sakura felt the press of bodies around her on the train, she could only think of Rog's hands on her, and her body pressed against his. She could still feel the thick, almost jelly-like consistency of Rog's cum on her hand, and was terrified that everyone else could smell it staining her hand like she could. How couldn't they, as the summer heat even this early turned the air muggy and stale? How couldn't they smell the sour, cloying scent? No one said anything, and Sakura saw nothing from anyone, but every once in a while she would lift her hand to her nose and take a long breath, filling her head with the sensation that Rog was right there, and stifling the pain in her loins for a few minutes.
Falling into her seat in her homeroom at school, Murasaki came up to her and sat on the desk in front of her. "Hey Sakura," she started, looking as attractive as ever in her glasses, uniform, and thigh-highs, even if her breasts were a little smaller than Sakura's, "sorry I missed your text, I was really tired after my mission on Saturday. I pretty much slept the whole day." Sakura smiled and nodded, but Murasaki shifted her head and leaned in. "Are you ok? You look exhausted."
Sakura let out a chuckle. "No no, I'm fine!" she said, even as her chest tightened and her throat felt like it would crack, "just didn't get as much sleep last night as I wanted." Even as she wanted to bring Murasaki aside and tell her everything, she just couldn't do it. Why? she asked herself. Was it Rog's order to keep it their little secret? Had it sunk into her mind that strongly? Or was she just terrified of having it all come out?
Whatever it was, it kept Sakura from speaking about what had happened to her, and the next few days were spent as if her body was a cage. All she could think about was Rog's hands on her, how she had been on fire when he'd teased her pussy, and how thunderous her orgasm had been when he played with her tits. When her desire was too much, she tried different ways of masturbating - rubbing against table edges, her fingers, the small vibrator a friend had given to her as a gag gift - but nothing did it. So desperate she was that there were a few times she tried it at school or on the crowded train, hoping that maybe the fear that she might get caught might do it. But nothing did it. By the time Thursday came around, Sakura was a wreck, unable to focus, and exhausted to the bone.
That was when Rog texted her to meet him.
With equal parts conscious dread and unconscious relief, she left school that afternoon, heading to the fast food place Rog had told her to go to. It was fairly isolated, and she could see it was run by orcs for orcs, with not a few longing eyes roaming over her clinging uniform as she entered the door and passed by the bar. Rog was already seated in a booth in a corner, and Sakura quickly took a seat across from him, only cringing when something wet and sticky began to seep through her skirt to touch her skin. Before she was totally settled, though, Rog motioned for her to lean forward, and when she did he kissed her.
Feeling his lips surround hers, and tasting his tongue in her mouth, Sakura felt a wave of relief wash through her body, so disconcerting she almost didn't notice the hooting from the orcs watching the two. She also almost didn't notice how her hand wrapped around some of Rog's fingers and squeezed as they kissed.
Rog's grin as he saw Sakura's state twisted his battered face into ugly contortions. "Hey there, babe," he said, "how are you feeling?" His voice told Sakura that he knew what state he'd left her in.
"...Horny," Sakura admitted, her face flush and breathing pained. Now that she was around Rog, all the bottled desires Sakura had been unable to deal with now bubbled up, her mind being juggled around by her body's wants. "I haven't... I haven't been able to cum since Sunday," she said, biting her lip as her legs locked around her hands in her lap.
Rog only nodded, licking his lips. "I told ya, girl. Once ladies like ya feel how great I am, it's hard to go back to normal."
Sakura grasped Rog's hand in his. "Please!" she whispered with fear and need, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, "Whatever you did, please let it end! I can't sleep, I can't think! I'm going crazy, I can't stop thinking about you and how you made me feel!"
Rog smiled, showing all his teeth, including the broken ones. "I can do that for ya, yer my girlfriend aren't ya?" Leaving Sakura in the booth Rog went up to the counter to pick up two trays, with burgers and fries on both. He put one down in front of his seat, and held the other below the table. Sakura was about to ask what he was doing when she heard him start masturbating under the table. Her cheeks flushed even hotter than before as she sat in mortified silence. "Wearing a bra, right?" he asked, and Sakura nodded. "Take it off," Rog said. Sakura quietly nodded, and reaching beneath her sweater undid the clasp between her shoulders, trying to take it off as stealthily as possible. She pulled it from under her sweater and put it on the bench to her left, shivering at the feel of her shirt and sweater rubbing against her nipples.
Rog licked his lips. "Good girl. Now tell me what's been on yer mind. All of it."
Sakura heard the now-wet sound of Rog's hand on his cock, and panted, Rog's masculine scent almost relaxing now after her days of pent-up frustration. "I've been thinking of your hands on me. I can't stop thinking about how you teased my pussy." Her voice was low and throaty. "I've never felt like that before, and I feel ashamed and horny about it. I want to hate it, but it was so good. I keep..." she paused, closing her eyes, "I keep smelling my hand. I can still smell your cum on it, and when I get too horny I take a deep breath of it, and I feel like I've taken a drug."
Rog smiled, and soon Sakura could smell it, the sour, lingering smell of Rog's cum, fresh and wafting from below the table. Taking the tray from below, Sakura's mouth gaped open as she saw that the burger and fries had been slathered in Rog's cum, the thick liquid covering the meat of the burger like a sauce, so much that it spilled out down the sides, leaving a deep pool of semen around the bun. Rog plopped it in front of Sakura, and the off-white cum jiggled as she stared at it without comprehension.
"Wh-what?" Sakura floundered for words.
Rog pointed to the food in front of her. "It's yer meal! I think taking a few bites of it might help you with that problem yer having."
As his words sank in, Sakura felt her vision tunnel, until all she could see was Rog and the food he had covered in his seed. To consume orc semen - from what she had learned from her ninja studies, it would attack her mind like the tentacle venom had attacked her body. Her one place of escape from this nightmare would come under his control. She had to struggle against this. She had to say no to this, she had to refuse. She balled up her hands and opened up her mouth.
But... did she really have to refuse the meal? a part of her mind wondered. As the stench wafted into her nose, she shivered. And with that, time seemed to slow. What if I just take a bite? a part of her asked. Sakura wanted to ignore it, but her mouth began watering at the thought of that boiling mass reaching her tongue. That smell that had set in around her hand, just how would it feel in her mouth, filling her head? Would it really hurt her chances at getting back at Rog if she had just a little bit? It wasn't even that much, she saw, it was just a little bit on the burger. It would be like if she had accidentally ordered some sauce on it, wouldn't it?
Unclenching her hands, she thought that wasn't a bad way of thinking about it. No need to make a scene, alone and among enemies. She could just... take a bite, and add this to the growing list of humiliations she'd repay Rog when she got a chance. Simple.
Closing her mouth and relaxing her hands, Sakura took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you," she said quietly, before taking the burger in her hands. The cum was hot, and as her fingers sank into the bun more cum oozed out onto Sakura's hands, sticky and slimy and heaven-
Sakura shook her head, and raised it to her mouth. As it came near her open mouth she could feel and smell the hot cum-steam, and as it filled her nostrils she felt the weight in her chest loosen. This was fine. She was fine. It was just a bite.
Her teeth sank into the burger, and as her tongue hit the cum Sakura felt her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched and drenched her panties in her lube and juices, and though her body shivered uncontrollably she felt the heat in the depths of her stomach dissipate, to fill the rest of her body with a warming glow. The taste of the cum was amazing, the most delicious thing Sakura had ever tasted - sour, so thick she almost had to chew it along with the burger, cloying, overwhelming. Her eyes fluttered as her jaw worked at the bite, feelings she'd never known before flew through her body and her mind. She could hardly breathe. When she finally swallowed that amazing sauce, she felt like she was half in a dream. How else could she explain feeling so good? She smiled dumbly at the thought that there was a whole meal ahead of her.
Sakura ate her meal, moaning around every bite, licking her fingers clean of every trace of that delicious cum. It stuck to the inside of her mouth, coating her tongue in the sour sauce, impossible to fully swallow it and get rid of the taste. When the burger was gone she devoured the fried, and when those were gone she licked the tray clean of every little drip of Rog's semen. Only when she put the tray down and licked her lips one last time did something of her senses come back to her, and her eyes widened in horror as she looked up at Rog's self-satisfied face, finally realizing what had just happened.
Rog made Sakura sit there with him in that booth for the next two hours. He showed her the video he'd taken of her devouring her cum-covered meal, and she saw with rising horror how she'd lost control over herself. She couldn't let that happen again, no matter how delicious Rog's cum had been, how almost jelly-like it had felt in her mouth, how thick it had sat on her tongue, or how much she almost wished he'd give her more.
When they finally left, Sakura could see two other women servicing orcs under other tables, moaning around their fat cocks, their faces covered in cum. She felt terror and horror at the thought of becoming like them.
But when she tried to sleep that night, the real horror fell on her - that she did want to be like them.
There she was, on her knees in front of Rog's cock. Her belly was painfully distended, her orc children near their birth. Her breasts had grown pendulous, and constantly leaked sweet, warm milk, which Rog lapped up with as much pleasure as his children would once they were born. Sakura smiled at her captor, her master, and rubbed her cheek against his tremendous cock. She kissed it, whispered into it, ran her tongue along every rough bump, cleaning every fold of skin. And when she was about to get her reward of a belly full of cream, she felt happy. This was her place, this was her joy, this was her station...
"Sakura, could I talk to you? Alone?"
Murasaki's voice jolted Sakura awake from her nightmare. She mashed her legs together to try and keep the smell of her arousal from leaking, and blinked her eyes a few times to get a good look at Murasaki. Sakura had been able to sleep, ever since Rog had given her a taste of his cum, but now he wouldn't stop giving it to her. If she didn't get it, she found herself in that position of impossible half-arousal, barely able to function. But now, every day after school, she'd go to his apartment and he would give her a large, heavy-duty water bottle full of his cum. The first night she'd had it in her room she'd been unable to stop herself and guzzled the entire thing, passing out with a cum-filled stomach and a feeling of numb bliss throughout her body. Humiliated, she'd had to run to Rog's home before school and get two, to tide her over.
She'd been smarter after that. She'd only take sips of her cum-drink when she felt like she was too nervous. But if on the first day she'd only take drinks alone, as secretly as she could, she was almost non-chalant about it now, after a week. How no one had found out what she was drinking yet confused Sakura, but also frustrated her. She wanted to get caught. Getting caught was the only way she could tell everyone what was happening with her!
As she blinked at Murasaki, Sakura took a deep drink from the still-warm bottle. The taste filled her mouth, filled her nose, filled her head. She could feel the swimmers move along the inside of her mouth and along her tongue. When she was done she nodded and let out a deep breath. Murasaki led her out of the classroom, up the stairs to the roof of the school. It was hot out, and so her taking her water bottle didn't raise any undue suspicion. But when she took another drink she realized it was only lunch. She would need to ration out the rest if she wanted it to last the afternoon. On the roof, Murasaki took her to a bench in the shade of the roof access, and sat her down with a bit of solemnity.
Murasaki was usually a serious person, but this felt different. Sakura swallowed the load in her mouth, hoping Murasaki had noticed that something was wrong. If there was someone who could help her in this situation, it was Murasaki, her best friend! Murasaki took a deep breath, and Sakura felt her heart slow down.
"Sakura," Murasaki started, looking at the ground, "I... had a bit of a scare while on patrol a few nights ago." Murasaki paused again. "A demon wolf was raping women around town and taking them back to its den, and when I found and fought it, I almost lost. It... It had done something to the victims, had made them want to be raped and impregnated." Sakura's grip on her bottle tightened, and she almost stopped breathing. Had Murasaki figured out what was wrong? Sakura took another drink and put down her bottle.
"It almost got me, too. But when I beat it, I just thought of how lucky I am to be, you know... free. In control. And alive, at that." Sakura wanted to cry, but couldn't. "But when I thought about how close I'd come to losing everything, it made me think about how happy I am where I am. To know Ms. Asagi, to be a ninja, but most importantly..." Murasaki took Sakura's hands in hers, "how happy I am to have you as a friend! But more than that..." Murasaki bit her lip, "I don't want to have regrets if anything happens to me." Murasaki assumed the serious face that Sakura was more accustomed to. "Sakura, I'm really attracted to you, as a friend and... and as a woman."
Sakura suddenly noticed how close together she and Murasaki were sitting, how their stocking-clad legs were rubbing together, how the bare skin beneath their skirts touched, slightly slick and sweaty. "Y-y-y-y-y-you're a..." Sakura stuttered, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know," Murasaki responded strongly, but surely. "I don't think I'm a lesbian, but when I look at you, I get butterflies in my stomach. When you laugh I don't want to hear anything else."
Sakura blinked a couple of times, licking her lips, leaving a somewhat slimy sheen on them. This wasn't what she expected to happen. Sure, Murasaki was beautiful - Sakura would be the first one to say that if asked, but she'd never thought of her best friend as being her lover.
"I know this is might come out of nowhere," Murasaki continued, looking straight into Sakura's eyes now, "but... do you want go out with me, Sakura?"
Sakura froze. Not out of fear, but sheer indecision. What should she say? She wasn't sure she felt that way about Murasaki, but... but if she said yes, it might mean Murasaki would have more opportunities to find out what was happening to Sakura. Sakura smiled, and nodded at her best friend. Murasaki's face lit up, and she threw her arms around Sakura to pull her into a tight hug with a sound that was almost like a squeal. Their breasts mashed together, and Sakura gasped softly at the feeling.
"Thank you... thank you," Murasaki said quietly to Sakura's ear. She pulled back and held Sakura's cheeks in her hands, and smiled. Sakura brought her hands up too, but only to hold them, not to take them down. When Murasaki leaned in, Sakura closed her eyes.
Their kiss was brief, but tender on her lips. It was so different from the rough and brutal searching that Rog did to Sakura, but when Murasaki pulled away, Sakura felt... unfulfilled. Like there could have been more there that wasn't. "Do you want to head back before class starts?" Murasaki asked, but Sakura shook her head no. They spent the next hour playfully kissing in the summer heat, Sakura quickly finishing her bottle of cum, coating her throat and filling her stomach with the viscous liquid. How Murasaki didn't taste the traces on her lips, Sakura couldn't tell, though she wanted so badly for her to find out.
When she found herself back on Rog's doorstep, some hours later, Sakura hesitated. She could just walk away, she thought. Walk away and fight off this creeping influence Rog was having on her body. But when she thought about a night without being able to swallow some of his sperm, she shuddered. She knocked, and Rog answered. The embrace he took her into was strong and sudden, the rough kisses he gave her in such contrast to the playful but loving pecks Murasaki had given her.
He brought her in to the stifling apartment, so hot and humid, and sat down on his couch, his cock flopping under his loincloth. "The bottle?" Sakura asked, holding it up to be refilled. Rog laughed, and pulled her to her knees in front of him.
"I figured you'd like some more straight from the source, eh girl?" He shifted his loincloth around so she could get the full view of his cock, up close and personal.
Sakura's eyes nearly popped out at Rog. =13pxHis cock was right in front of her face, and it was as intimidating as it was electrifying. The stench was overwhelming, sweaty and boggy, and stray, thick gray hairs from his forest of pubes prodded and fell onto her cheeks. She could see the bumpy, rough textures on his cock, and the thick head that was perfect for forcing open women's tunnels and filling their wombs with orcish seed. Beneath the thick foreskin, odorous clumps of smegma peeked out at her.
"W-why would I want that?" Sakura said, with as much courage as she could muster, even as her hands unwittingly rubbed at Rog's thighs, her breathing erratic and unfocused.
Rog only laughed at her. "You've been chugging on my cum like a good girl, haven't you? Don't you want it fresh and hot in your stomach?"
Even as Rog spoke Sakura watched a thick drop of precum, a filthy and dingy off-white color, form in the tip of his purple cock-head, and her mouth started watering. Entranced, she started moving her face even closer to Rog's cock, until she could almost rub her nose in his smegma. Every breath she took was packed with masculine odors. "Who... who would want to drink orc cum?" she giggled.
Sakura knew the answer. She did. She had to admit that to herself. It was humiliating and degrading, she knew that too. But it tasted so good! It felt so wonderful sloshing in her stomach! It... it was fine, Sakura promised herself. She could keep guzzling Rog's cum, even suck him off if that's what he wanted. But when he least expected it she'd stick her knife straight into his belly and tear out his cowardly guts. She promised herself that, too. Murasaki's trust in her demanded no less.
Before Rog could say anything else, Sakura had already wrapped her lips around his tip and began licking, her tongue wiping the globule away and swallowing it instantly, before diving into the tip as far as she could to search out more delicious cum. Sakura moaned from the depths of her chest, hungry for more but despairing as well, the sound muffled by Rog's cock in her mouth. Her lips brushed over the crumbly blobs of Rog's dick cheese, and Sakura made sure to drive her tongue under Rog's foreskin, then pulling it back to make sure she cleaned up every last bit of the filthy matter. She gagged and nearly vomited when she swallowed it all at once, so instead she chewed it up, its consistency like the foreign cheeses Asagi enjoyed eating. Sakura swallowed it all, and as she felt the last crumb fall through her throat she gasped for some kind of clean air, involuntary tears springing at her eyes.
Rog chuckled. "You'll need to do more than that to get more cum." He shifted forward, letting his baseball-sized testicles hang just off the edge of the cushion. Sakura took the hint, and dove her lips onto those awesome orbs. Her lips and tongue massaged Rog's mighty testes, as her hand slowly ran up and down his shaft. His testicles roiled with seed, and the heat from them was like a forge. She ran her tongue along the wrinkled skin, the salty tang of Rog's sweat strong, but not enough to overwhelm the aftertaste of his smegma.
Rog grabbed Sakura's hair and pushed his cock-head between her lips. This was too much for her - it was too long, too thick. There was no way she could fit it into her mouth! She protested, but her muffled shouts were silenced as Rog's cock went deeper. It forced open her jaw, and she could feel her teeth scrape along the bumps and rough patches of Rog's cock, until she was gagging on it. Her tongue lapped at the small spot above it, but as the cock went further, Sakura felt she couldn't breathe. The tip hit the very back of her mouth, pushing her uvula, and setting off a terrible gagging reaction in Sakura. She pounded her fists at Rog's legs, scraped her fingers against his skin, even as her tears couldn't stop now. She felt herself dry heave several times, until Rog got the hint and slipped his cock out.
Sakura coughed and gasped, long wretched sobs that shook her entire body, as saliva and precum spilled from her gaping mouth onto the front of her uniform sweater, turning the green fabric a wet black above her breasts. The tears watered her cheeks and dripped off her chin. Rog grabbed Sakura's hair and pulled her back, face-to-cock. "No time for crying babe. I forgot you're still new to this! Take yer time, and I'll give you the cum you wanted and more."
Sakura nodded dumbly, and went back to sucking on the tip of Rog's cock. It only took a little bit more time, but when Rog came, it was like a flood. Blast after blast of boiling, porridge-thick cum filled Sakura's mouth. The taste was everything Sakura wanted and more. How much more delicious it was, fresh! She forgot about her choking, and focused solely on the cum on her tongue, savoring its consistency and taste. She instinctively started swallowing, as quickly and as much as she could, feeling the thick loads travel down her throat. But Rog was coming too much to contain. Cum spurted out of Sakura's nose, and wide trails of cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, to stain her sweater with dirty, yellow-white globs.
Rog pulled his tip out of Sakura's mouth and rubbed the last few spurts onto her tongue. Sakura's mouth was a lake of semen, her tongue a drenched rock half-submerged. Rog pushed Sakura's mouth closed with one finger, and said "Swallow." Sakura complied, opening her mouth back up and licking her lips. "Did ya like it, girl?" Rog asked, and Sakura could only nod. She wanted more cum. More. More. More. More.
It was then that Sakura's phone buzzed. Sakura's eyes re-focused at the sound, and she seemed to realize what she'd done then, and hating herself for it. Rog dug through her purse to pull out her phone, and read the message. He made a thoughtful sound.
"Who's this Murasaki girlie calling herself your girlfriend, and is she the slut I tasted on your lips?"
Sakura pulled Murasaki along behind her, their fingers intertwined tightly with one another. The heat of the summer afternoon was awful, the humidity oppressive in how it sat on the skin. Sakura was sure that Murasaki could see the lacy black bra that Sakura had picked out for today through her white top, but that was what she had wanted in the first place.
In the two weeks since they'd started going out, Murasaki had been a little surprised, if not taken aback, at how forward and physically expressive Sakura was with her. Sakura would kiss her passionately, run her fingers through her hair, feel her up through her skirt, a whole host of conspicuously public affectionate signs that Murasaki almost wasn't prepared for. When Murasaki had brought it up, Sakura had explained that she was just too taken in by how beautiful Murasaki was, an answer that made the young woman blush deeply.
It was true, even if it wasn't the whole truth, Sakura thought as she pulled Murasaki into a little alleyway, the shade only a little less awful than being in the sun. She pulled Murasaki in close, their breasts pressing against each other, and let a hand trail up Murasaki's leg, the nails scraping up past the edge of Murasaki's stockings and towards her skirt. Murasaki was blushing beneath her glasses, but smiling. Sakura put her forehead to hers. "Still feeling up to it?" she asked quietly, squeezing Murasaki's hand. Murasaki only nodded, sweat from both the heat and her own nervousness falling down her cheeks.
Sakura's own heart was beating furiously. Rog had given her a deal - she could keep Murasaki as her girlfriend, and keep getting her bottles of Rog's filthy cum to drink (and even more fresh from his balls if she sucked his cock, which she did now regularly), but Sakura had to do something for Rog. Sakura had agreed (she hadn't even thought to haggle, she had folded at his first proposal), and now she had to pony up. Rog had given her the address of a special love hotel, one catering to couples and to voyeurs as well, and the certain room she was meant to take. She would make love to Murasaki, but make it a performance for Rog's benefit.
Sakura felt conflicted about it. She really did find Murasaki attractive, bewitching even! But though she felt Murasaki was her closest friend, Sakura had felt like she was pushing things too fast as well. But if she refused, what would Rog do? Sakura wasn't sure what she might do without that filthy, disgusting, vile sludge filling her mouth and settling into her stomach. Even though she was nervous and excited for her first time with Murasaki, knowing Rog would be there somehow to watch her without Murasaki knowing made her feel like she was betraying Murasaki.
Before long the pair found the hotel, stuck in a small alley, the only sign it was there a little A-board out front advertising hourly rates. Murasaki squeezed Sakura's hand tight, and Sakura reciprocated as they went in. It was darker inside, and the little fan on the receptionist's desk tried to cool down the older woman sitting down behind it. She looked at Sakura and Murasaki, and the two blushed bright red, but the woman didn't comment. She took the money Sakura gave her and gave her the key, the key to the room Rog had told her. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Sakura took it.
The room itself wasn't terrible. The smell was dusty rather than fetid - a blessing, thought Sakura. The bed was big enough for the two girls, and the small AC unit tried its best to cool down the room. Sakura couldn't tell from what direction Rog would be watching them. As the door closed behind them and Sakura sat on the bed, Murasaki sat on it next to her. The two didn't say anything for a moment, before Sakura leaned in and kissed Murasaki. It was a soft, tender peck, and Sakura's hand brushed a strand of hair from Murasaki's face.
The two looked each other in the eye, then began giggling. Sakura couldn't stop, and soon she was laughing, and Murasaki was laughing as well. Their bodies shook as they tried to gasp between laughs, so loud Sakura was almost convinced someone was going to knock on the wall to get them to shut up. Thei legs gave out, and the girls flopped on the bed, all the nervousness in them draining out as they pulled the other close, smiling and laughing. "Nervous?" Murasaki asked, as if it were a question. Sakura nodded. "As long as we both are, then," Murasaki continued.
I was getting worried there for a few days, you were just so... you seemed to be on top of everything." She kissed Sakura. "Nice to know you're nervous about your first time too."
"I am," Sakura said, her hand rubbing up and down Murasaki's side, "but I'm glad it's with you." Sliding her palm across Murasaki's shirt, she started unbuttoning it, leaning in to kiss Murasaki's neck. Her hand slipped into Murasaki's shirt to begin massaging her chest, and Sakura felt the other woman's heart begin to beat faster under her palm, and her breath quicken through her throat beneath her lips. As her body pressed against Murasaki's, she could feel Murasaki stiffen and relax in turn, her hands unsure of where to go.
Sakura pulled away, taking off Murasaki's glasses and looking at her face. She trailed her fingers along Murasaki's cheek, watching her eyes flutter in anticipation. Murasaki was giving herself to Sakura, and Sakura was giving that beautiful experience to Rog. She hated herself at that moment, but she couldn't stop now, even as she glanced around, looking for the peephole or camera that Rog was using to watch the pair.
The two slowly undressed, their clothes falling off the edge of the bed to land in crumpled heaps, with more and more bare skin for their hands to play across. Sakura felt her heartbeat quicken, and she could taste the slight salty tang of sweat on Murasaki's pale skin. Sakura ran her tongue along Murasaki's throat, then moved down to kiss and lick her nearly-bare breasts. They weren't quite as large as Sakura's, but they fit perfectly in her hand, pliant and soft. A gentle gasp escaped Murasaki's lips as Sakura unhooked her bra, and dropping her mouth around Murasaki's nipple. It was small and supple yet, the small bumps on her pink areola running along Sakura's tongue as she teased and played with Murasaki.
Sakura bit down gently on Murasaki's breast, and glancing up with her eyes saw her girlfriend biting her own lip. "Ohhhh," Murasaki breathed, her hands roaming around Sakura's head and neck. Sakura scraped her teeth along Murasaki's breast, feeling her own constricted in her bra, until Murasaki's hands went down to unhook it. They dropped out, fat and heavy, and Murasaki took to squeezing them in her hands while Sakura used her mouth. Murasaki made wordless noises of desire as her hands played over Sakura's breasts, the fingers pressing, pushing, pulling, squeezing, everything Murasaki could think of to play with Sakura's mounds. The two lay on their sides on that bed for some time, not saying anything, but experiencing something new.
New for Murasaki at least. Rog had already manhandled Sakura's breasts, called them udders and put images of her dribbling milk from them into his mouth in her mind, made her scream from pain and desire as he had pinched her nipples between his sharp nails. Sakura hoped that Murasaki wouldn't be able to notice the small marks on her nipples when she was aroused, left their by Rog's nails.
After a few minutes, Sakura let go of Murasaki's other nipple, leaving both shiny, the nipples standing out stiff. She squirmed up towards the top of the bed, reorienting herself and pulling Murasaki with her. With Murasaki's head on the pillow, Sakura swung her leg over her, straddling her girlfriend's stomach. Her own thin black panties were dark and damp, and when Murasaki's hands played around Sakura's thighs, she smiled. "What do you think?" she asked, holding her hands behind her head and pushing her chest forward.
Murasaki looked at Sakura with clear intent in her eyes. "Super sexy, that's what I think..." she said, pulling Sakura's hanging breasts down to her face so she could play with them using her mouth. Sakura groaned and squirmed, the heat in her belly growing more and more intense. She squeaked when Murasaki's fingers pressed into her panties, Murasaki feeling out her girlfriend's sex through the fabric. Her fingers pushed into the wet fabric, and Murasaki giggled with Sakura's tit in her mouth. She let it out with a loud, wet pop, and ran her nails around the band of her panties. "Seems like you're ready to go, Sakura..." she said.
Sakura nodded. She slipped off her panties, and helped Murasaki take off her own. Both had small patches of slightly-trimmed pubic hair leading down between their legs. Murasaki's fingers touched through it, taking her time to make Sakura shiver. Sakura smiled and shot back at Murasaki with her own fingers, circling around Murasaki's pussy lips, but not touching it. The two stared into each other's eyes as their breathing went erratic, their bodies shivering and tensing. "You're so mean," Sakura breathed, and Murasaki's grin grew.
"You're... you're the one who wanted this first, aren't you? Maybe this is..." she caught her breath as one of Sakura's nails made a path just above her clitoris. "...revenge," she finally spoke, Sakura leaning in and kissing her just as she finished. Their lips thrust together, more and more desire building in their chests and bellies, wetness trickling around their thighs. Sakura kissed Murasaki, then began to move down. She kissed her girlfriend's neck, her breasts, her navel, kissed her hips, still slowly moving down, kissed her just above her pubic hairs. Murasaki's hands were curling around Sakura's hair, not enough to stop Sakura, but enough to let her know she should keep going. Sakura went further down, until her breath washed over Murasaki's pussy lips. Her lips were red with excitement, the clit just peeking out of the hood, and Sakura could see how wet they were too. Murasaki's lips were a little larger than her own, but Sakura wasn't really comparing herself at the moment.
Sakura reached out with her tongue, and wrapped her mouth around Murasaki's clit. Murasaki's body froze, and she let out a silent moan, her fingers digging into Sakura's shoulders. Sakura flicked her tongue up and down, slowly at first, reaching underneath the hood to press her tongue against Murasaki's bud, sending the other girl squirming. "Oh! Oohhhh!" Murasaki gasped as her nails left red marks on Sakura's skin. She bent and stretched, part of her wanting to knock Sakura off of her, but the other not sure why she was ever nervous about this.
Sakura pursed her lips and left a wet kiss on Murasaki's clit, then kissed her red and sensitive pussy lips. "Keep going," Murasaki mewled, her groaning and the sound of her body shifting on the bed drowning out the sound of the weak air conditioner. As Sakura tasted Murasaki's arousal, she couldn't help but compare the taste to Rog's semen, and feel the slightest bit of disappointment in herself that it didn't taste quite as good.
Her tongue and lips ran around Murasaki's labia, lapping up the arousal there. Her tongue dove around the fat outer lips, and Sakura used her fingers to pull them around, stretching them and making them easier for her to tease with her teeth. For agonizing minutes she refused to go further, even though her own body wanted something, needed anything. She kept an uneven rhythm, pinching at Murasaki's ass, kissing her clit, rubbing her nose against the woman's outer lips. When she finally pushed her tongue into Murasaki's tunnel, the poor girl was bucking up and down with her hips, her ankles and legs spasming up and down to slam into the bed around Sakura. Murasaki let out a flood of juices as she came, and Sakura drank it up as assiduously as if it were Rog's own cum.
Sakura shoved her tongue as far as it would go into Murasaki. The other girl whined, pleaded, begged for Sakura to stop, but she wouldn't. Murasaki's walls convulsed in bursts, squeezing down on her tongue as if it were a cock, wringing it out for the cum that wouldn't appear. Her taste was nice, with only a hint of sourness, but mostly fresh. Sakura liked it, and wriggled her tongue around as Murasaki screamed. Her thighs squeezed around Sakura's ears, harder than Sakura had expected, but she kept going.
After a few more minutes of that, she pushed Murasaki's legs up until she could see her face between her legs. Murasaki's pussy and ass rose into the air, her body stretching. "Wha-" Murasaki groaned, her face bright red from her exertions, her breath uneasy. Sakura smiled at her and playfully bit Murasaki's tight ass cheek, growling like a cat before leaving some teeth marks on her smooth skin. When she pushed her pointer finger into Murasaki's pussy, Sakura felt the tunnel tighten around it, making it hard to push it in. So she pushed her second finger in.
Murasaki started noising desperately again, spasms still running through her body from smaller orgasms, closing her eyes and trying to wipe away the tears that involuntarily fell down her cheeks. Sakura took her time pushing her two fingers in and out, making sure to plant a wet kiss on Murasaki's clit if she looked like she was getting used to it. Her fingers pushed until she felt Murasaki's hymen, then she felt around for the small patch on her tunnel that...
Murasaki bucked when Sakura's fingers hit her g-spot, bucked so hard that the movement pulled Sakura's fingers out of her as she folded in on herself even further and flopped around. Sakura laughed, and when she went to help Murasaki out, the blue haired girl leapt forward to push Sakura down. Sakura looked into Murasaki's face, and saw a mix of love, desire, and want for revenge in her eyes. "That was mean," Murasaki said, her hands locking down on Sakura's wrists, her lips licking at the line of drool from the corner of her mouth she couldn't stop.
"What are you gonna do to me then?" Sakura asked, false innocence dripping from her voice. Murasaki only smiled and dove down on her.
Two hours passed in that room, until Murasaki had to leave. The two were reluctant to part, but it was some business from the Anti-Demon League, and Murasaki took such duties seriously. When Sakura finally emerged into the evening air, the humidity had dissipated somewhat, but it still made her shirt stick to her skin, still flush and red from her long sexual engagement. She was about to go home, about to forget the second part of that engagement, when she smelled Rog. She stopped when he called her name.
"Mmm, girl," he said, and a heavy hand grasped her shoulder, with a heavier arm across her back. "That was sexy as hell, ya know?" Rog planted a fetid kiss on Sakura's cheek, and she had to stop from smiling at it.
"Was it enough for you?" she asked.
He laughed. "Ohh, that was more than enough! I was expecting you to feel each other up a bit, maybe kiss each other's tits. But eating each other out? Fingering? Well lemme show you something," Rog said, reaching into a thick leather bag to pull out 5 bottles of his cum, trails of the hot liquid running down the sides. Sakura's mouth began watering. "I rubbed all that out while watching ya through the wall." He leaned in real close to Sakura's face. "You want it?" Sakura nodded.
Rog handed over the bag, and Sakura couldn't help herself. Right there in the alley she unscrewed one of the fresh bottles and began to pour the still-hot nut sludge into her mouth. She gagged and choked on it, and had to almost chew it to make sure she could swallow it, but she couldn't help it. It was too good, it was too delicious - the feeling of it filling her mouth, so thick with potent swimmers she thought she could feel them try to penetrate her tongue - it all made her head spin.
Sakura felt her knees buckle, and she sagged to the ground as she tore open the second. She poured it over her head, and giggled at the thought of this stuff, guaranteed to make orc babies, penetrating her womb. She wouldn't be able to do anything, she giggled, just accept becoming an orc's woman. It was so degrading, so disturbing, so disgusting. She'd seen those women, constantly pregnant or nursing, surrounded by a gaggle of orc boys or human girls, unable to think about anything outside of the lens of where to get their next fuck from. She hated the thought, but what was she doing? Was it any better? She was pouring orc cum into her mouth, having it drip onto her face in thick globs that filled her nose, stung her eyes, stained her skin.
She started crying once she'd finished swallowing the second bottle, the warm contented feeling spreading through her body, a feeling that even outmatched what she had felt with Murasaki. She cried because she felt like trash, because she'd betrayed the trust of her best friend and girlfriend, because she found drinking an orc's cum and eating his smegma more delicious than her girl's clean arousal, for how she couldn't think of what to do, and for everything she'd done until then.
After a while, she stopped sobbing. Rog helped clean up Sakura's face and clothes, and gave her a little push to get back home. But he let her know he'd love to watch her and Murasaki some more, and if she performed for him again he'd be sure to give her as much cum as she wanted.
Sakura agreed to it, thinking how nice Rog was to her.
Sakura plodded forward, one foot in front of the other, the soles of her ninja-suit scratching against the concrete below her. She could taste blood in her mouth, but whether it was her own or that of another she couldn't tell and, at the moment, couldn't care.
What am I doing?
She felt a weight in her hand, and noticed the dark brown hand whose wrist she was gripping like a vise. Sakura turned her head, and saw Yukikaze, another ninja. The girl (she couldn't have been older than her, Sakura thought) moaned quietly, her body covered in bloody bruises and open cuts. Her suit was torn and tattered in places, the armor being the only thing that had kept her alive against certain attacks.
What did I do?
Sakura looked around her, at the half-finished ruin of a downtown skyscraper. She'd been here before, she knew it. She recognized the weather-beaten oil drum with its three rusting bolts on top of it, the series of flapping tarps set up around the open windows, vainly trying to keep the wind out. As she looked around the sense of déjà vu grew even heavier, until her head felt like it was going to topple her entire body over. She pressed her free hand to her left eye and grit her teeth, trying to will the sensation to pass.
She had fought Yukikaze. She could remember that. She had followed the other ninja into the site, knowing she was searching for something. She hadn't even tried to speak to Yukikaze before she'd begun attacking. Yukikaze had been astonished to see who her attacker was, and considered it a bad prank at first.
'What are you doing, Sakura?!' Yukikaze's thin and high voice had screamed through the concrete pillars and empty stairwells, as their blades had struck each other. She was a smart fighter, Sakura had learned quickly. Yukikaze had avoided fighting Sakura head-on, and instead had used several misdirection techniques to try and strike at Sakura's back or legs. Deep scores that nearly bisected some of the internal pillars showed how terrible Sakura's responses had been.
Sakura looked at Yukikaze's face, how troubled it looked even as dazed as she was. She didn't know what to feel, or what to think. She was doing this, but what was this? Why couldn't she remember?
Yukikaze tried to catch her breath, hiding inside one of the empty elevator shafts. She looked down at the drop, and shook her head. Sakura would hear her drop, and if Yukikaze got hit while dropping, she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop her freefall from killing her. She was about to flip back inside when she heard a horrible slicing sound, and saw the flat of Sakura's knife protruding from the wall, atoms from her nose.
Sakura remembered she had to go up, so up she went. Each step hurt, and she realized she was bleeding from her leg. Ripping off a strip of material from her skirt she tied it around her thigh, the orange armor-fabric staining dark quickly. As she took the steps up, she tried to keep Yukikaze's head from hitting the sharp edges. Sakura was supposed to have her alive, after all.
A cut, a thrust, an ax kick, Sakura seemed to know how Yukikaze was going to attack even before she did. Blood dripped from the two to leave red circles in the concrete dust. Disengaging, she made a run for the empty side. Outside she could see a roof below her. If she could just make the leap, she thought she might be able to retreat without Sakura following. As her feet slapped against the floor and the empty wall grew and grew in her sight, she could hear Sakura closing in behind her. Just as the cityscape seemed to consume her sight, Yukikaze leapt with the grace of a bird. The world in all its electric glory tumbled through her vision, and for a moment she thought she had done it. Then a hand grabbed her ankle. Her trajectory was shortened, and Yukikaze saw the world flip further around as she was thrown back into the building a floor below, smashing through unused wooden tables and ancient trash bags.
Sakura stepped up past another floor, and memories began to seep back into her consciousness, like furtive roommates coming home when the rest of the house was asleep. Rog. Her body shivered at the thought, as she remembered he had told her to do this for him. But it wasn't Yukikaze he wanted, she remembered that. Yukikaze was too flat for him. She froze as the rest of the day returned to her.
He wasn't going to give her any more of his deliciousamazingmouth-watering cum. Told her she needed to do something for him. Sakura's mind and body warred with each other for agonizing moments. Until she'd thrown herself on her knees, and begged Rog to tell her what she needed to do.
But what? As she moved up, she felt the air get more humid, and knew her destination was near. Her heart knew where she needed to go. And so on the 112th floor she knew she was where she needed to be, and left the stairwell. Yukikaze was still out of it, mumbling half-heard words and muttering noises. As Sakura got closer, she felt a terrible presence weigh on her soul, a psychic blanket that tried to smother her mind. Though she wanted to just curl up into a ball, she knew she couldn't.
Yukikaze had one last move. One last technique she could use to try and buy herself some time. As she launched herself at Sakura one more time, she worked her way to Sakura's left hand, her off-hand side. With one hand she attacked low, drawing Sakura's knives down to block her sword in an X. With her other she let loose the blinding blast of her disorientation-grenade.
But she was too slow, and though Sakura had been hit by the blast, her heel still connected with Yukikaze's temple.
Staring in front of her was the monster that had started all this. The tentacle beast Sakura had encountered so many weeks ago. She hated it. She hated that its poison was so potent, and hated what the poison had made her do when Rog's own pheromones had gotten mixed into her body. The monster had expanded, turning several interior rooms into purple fleshy prisons. Tens of women were in various stages of pregnancy and mindlessness. Some whispered gentle nothings to the thick worms nursing at their breasts, other moaned as they were filled to grotesque limits with thick, leathery eggs. All around Sakura was the thick scent of seed and sex, washing over her like a hot breath.
Yukikaze stirred, but was still unaware of her situation. Sakura knew the monster had noticed her, and saw the many tendrils beginning to reach out of its flesh, each tipped with the bulbous head filled with the mind-numbing poison. As they reached towards the pair, Sakura stepped back a little, drawing the tendrils further and further out of the doorway. Dropping Yukikaze's hand, Sakura jumped out of the way as they sped forward, trying to catch her.
Yukikaze heard the sound of Sakura dodging, and woke up to see the tendrils around her. She could barely scream before they began to jab into her skin, injecting the purple poison into her arteries. Sakura saw the long tentacles and jumped through them, cutting off their heads. Pulling them out of Yukikaze, Sakura made sure they were full of the poison. That was what she needed. She knew now. And she knew why it was necessary as well.
Yukikaze tried to scream, but the poison speeding through her was already taking its toll. As the larger, more powerful tentacles slipped around her ankle, she gave a horrified look at Sakura. “Please Sakura!” she screamed, “help me! Please! HELP ME!” She opened her mouth to say more, but a tentacle, full of viscous goop, shoved itself into Yukikaze's mouth to pump her stomach full of toxins and chemicals, as she was dragged into the monster's insides. Her hand was still outstretched to Sakura, her eyes pleading as her clothes were torn off her, and Sakura walked away.
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Sakura couldn't cry. She couldn't cry because she wasn't sure if she wanted to or not. She'd just condemned a fellow anti-demon ninja to a fate worse than death, and for what? More stinking orc-cum? Even if it was tastier every time it touched her tongue, and the way it clung to her throat and filled her stomach made her feel satisfied in ways nothing ever had before. Even if the though of doing without it now filled her with the dread she would have earlier associated with the thought of starving to death.
Rog was happy when she came into his apartment, and Sakura could even imagine he was pleased at seeing her, and not just that he had his poison now. He fussed over her wounds, and Sakura let herself be subjected to him stripping her, feeling his hands all over her body. She knew what she was now, there was no hiding it anymore.
Rog bandaged her most egregious wounds, cleaning her up, his hands making her shiver. When he was done, Sakura walked to his bed, and put herself down on it. She looked at Rog, and opened her legs.
“Tell me what ya want, girlie,” Rog said, licking his lips.
Sakura's heart was pounding. This was it. She wondered where she could have escaped, if getting out of this had ever been possible. For how long had she blamed the poison? It couldn't have lasted longer than a full day or two. She knew it in her heart. She'd agreed to every degrading and debasing thing Rog had suggested so far, and she'd done so because she liked them. She liked how he made her feel, even if she knew that meant she was as disgusting as he was.
Sakura smiled. “I want you to rape me.” Her fingers spread her red and slick pussy lips showing her drooling mouth. “I want you to fuck me with your cock, I want to feel you cum into my womb.” She giggled, with a hint of madness in it.
“Ya really want it now, Sakura?” Rog was getting hard, his growing erection showing under his loincloth.
“Yes!” Sakura yelled, “Fuck me! Rape me! Breed me!” She flung herself onto her belly and crawled towards his monstrous cock. “I'm worthless! I'm a trash-slut, the only thing I'm good for is getting filled with cock!” As she said it she felt something in her heart break. She knew it was true. She was worthless, a sorry excuse for a woman, and a miserable anti-demon ninja. But she wouldn't cry about it anymore, because there was nothing to do about it anymore. It was just who she was now. As she lifted her tongue to Rog's dripping cock-tip he suddenly pulled it away.
Before she could noise her confusion Rog slapped Sakura back onto the bed. She saw stars as his bulk moved over her, like a boulder precariously but forever balanced by two stone pillars. “Whuh, buh...” Sakura voiced, tears beginning to form not from pain but disappointment.
“Ya think you're worthless, huh? Ya got that wrong, Sakura,” Rog replied, his cock resting on Sakura's pelvis, the heat from it making the fire in her womb unbearable. “Ya know why I like ya? Because yer sexy and feisty, that's why. You ain't like the other dumb sluts, ya hear me?”
Sakura tried to comprehend what he was saying for a moment, until the meaning washed over her. Rog… didn't think she was trash? “R-really?” It was almost too good to believe.
“Of course! Ya think I'd let just any gal have my children?” Sakura's heart did a backflip at the word. “No, no.” He leaned in real close, and Sakura ran her hands along his corded neck and rough skin. “A normal gal would'nt have lasted near as long as you did, Sakura. Yer a strong gal, and for that,” he slapped his cock against her pelvis, causing her to shriek in surprise at the meaty thump, “I'm gonna make ya my bride.”
Sakura blushed a deep red, then her arms flung around Rog's neck, and she kissed him, kissed him with such passion as she didn't even know existed in her. “Yes! Yes, Rog, yes! I'll be your wife!” Sakura beamed. The whole night had been an emotional rollercoaster, but now, now she'd found her stop.
“Then let's have ourselves a nice honeymoon, eh?” Rog said. He rubbed his bumpy cock against Sakura's excited pussy lips, bringing out yelps and half-shrieking moans from Sakura. His green skin dragged against her pink lips, and he slapped the heavy head against Sakura's clitoris, forcing his new bride to let out noises she had never made before, even when he had thrust his tongue deep into her tunnel before.
Positioning his cock-head at the entrance to her tunnel, Rog pushed the head in. It was tight, and it spread Sakura out like nothing she had ever felt before, but she held her breath and when the head was in, resting against her hymen, she could breathe slowly, to try and get used to this new feeling. Rog didn't give her the chance, and thrust the rest of the way in to Sakura's cervix. Sakura opened her mouth and let out a silent scream of pain and pleasure, so intermingled that they were one feeling, spreading throughout her entire body from her vagina. She couldn't breathe, Rog's cock felt so huge inside of her.
While Rog bit and nibbled at one of her nipples, Sakura tried to recollect her senses. She looked down, and thought she could see a bulge in her pelvis from Rog's girth. “Ohhhh, dear,” she moaned, “fuck me harrrdddd~” she drawled out the end, unable to keep the lust from her voice. Rog obliged.
Taking Sakura's hips in hand, Rog slowly pulled his cock out. Each bump and rough patch rubbed and grinded against every inch and fold of Sakura's interior, and she shrieked and yelped and gasped as her g-spot fell under assault. When everything but the head was out, Rog thrust himself back in, knocking the breath out of Sakura. Her legs wrapped around his sides, her soles barely touching.
Rog began to forcefully thrust in and out. The heat in her womb was like an inferno, begging to be released. Rog again obliged his new wife, when he pinched her clitoris like he had on that park bench so long ago. Sakura screamed, full-throated and shrieking, as her entire body violently shook. Rog kept thrusting, and Sakura's mind-blanking orgasm was followed by a series of aftershocks.
As Rog thrust faster and faster into Sakura's tunnel, the walls contracting on the meaty pole within as Sakura's body tried milking it of its precious load, the interior became a frothy and bubbly mess of pre-cum and Sakura's lube. The slick mixture leaked out of Sakura below Rog's cock, to dribble past her brown star, and stain their bed and Rog's balls, which slapped against Sakura's ass in wet and meaty thumps.
“Yes, yes, yessssss,” Sakura moaned as her fingers caressed the back of Rog's head and his face. He was so handsome, she thought, with his scarred face and broken tusk. A real man, she thought. A real man to make a real woman out of her.
Sakura lost track of the time after her third orgasm. Rog moved her around, first putting her belly-down and fucking her that way, then laying her on top of him and pulling her up and down his cock like an onahole. Sakura rested her head against his chest, smiling weakly as she kissed his thick skin again and again.
But when it was time for Rog to cum, even Sakura knew it. Switching positions again to how they'd started, Rog began to jackhammer Sakura. It hurt, but she loved it. She knew she'd be bow-legged for days, but she didn't care. She loved her husband, and wanted to share that with him through her body.
Rog thrust himself as far as he could into Sakura, his cock flush against her cervix. With a groan, he began to cum. Thick ropes of semen poured through his cock, the pressure forcing his cock to grow even further, to splash in boiling torrents against the most intimate of Sakura's places. With each burst, more and more semen spilled through her cervix into her womb, to stain her irrevocably. Sakura arched her back as she felt the lava pour into her, and she wore a face of utter joy.
Rog came, more than he'd ever done with Sakura before, and filled up her tunnel and womb with his thick, potent sperm. When he pulled out a huge torrent of it spilled out of Sakura. Rog dipped his fingers into it and fed it to an exhausted and sweaty Sakura. Her hair was plastered to her head, and her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, both hers and the oily sweat from Rog. She suckled on Rog's cum-covered fingers eagerly.
“That was amazing, babe,” Rog said eventually. Sakura felt a surge of pride at that, and felt the strong warmth from Rog's cum filling her body totally. As his fingers went down towards her crotch to get more cum her trailed over her belly. “We're gonna get ya big and pregnant real quick, aren't we?” Sakura giggled. She couldn't wait.
“But there's just a few more things we need to do to get ready, ya know?” Rog said, and brought another dripping fingerful of cum to Sakura's eager mouth. She moaned around his finger. He whispered in her ear what they were going to do, and when it sank in, Sakura smiled and kissed Rog. This was going to be her new life, and she loved everything it was going to be.
Sakura slid herself up and down Rog's cock, her hands on his shoulders, moaning wordlessly as they coupled. From her neck a thin chain hung between her breasts, holding a bright gold ring, Rog's present to his bride. Sakura had nearly felt her heart burst in appreciation for it. For the past several days after Sakura had married Rog, the two had done little but mate with each other. Rog's apartment, so permeated with his own scent, now contained the heady smells of Sakura's exertions and excitement. Around the couple, scattered half-finished meals and dirty dishes littered the tables, chairs, and other surfaces.
Sakura leaned in and nibbled on Rog's ear. His girth in her was still uncomfortable, and the two had been so energetic that Sakura found herself barely able to walk, but she was happy. Rog pinched at her nipple, red and surrounded by bite marks and dark hickies, and Sakura squealed. She rested her hips, Rog's cock deeply entrenched in her pussy, her ass resting on his hot balls. But even still, Rog moved in her – his cock so tight against her walls that with every heartbeat, Sakura felt the veins, thick with orc blood, pulse against her insides.
Rog grunted, and Sakura felt his body tighten. She loved the feel of his sperm washing inside of her. She savored every moment of it, because it was the feeling of life. Ever since their first true night together Sakura had been covered and filled with Rog's cum in every hole. It had smothered her face, coated her skin down to her toes, dried in her hair to become a matted mess. But Rog always had more for her. He was so good to her, she thought.
Rog let out a loud roar, and began to cum. Sakura let out an unlady-like moan as she felt her insides flooded once again. Her womb was full of the boiling stuff, so much that she almost imagined she could see the outline of the sloshing, filled space bulging through her skin. Sakura cooed as the sperm spilled out of her well-used hole, raw and sore, to drip down across Rog's testicles. Sakura nestled her head into Rog's neck, catching her breath and savoring his smell.
“So when will we do it?” she asked him after a minute. He chuckled, the rumbling going through her chest.
“Eager, ain't ya babe?”
Sakura pouted. “Why wouldn't I be? I like the idea even more now.”
Rog laughed at his bride's expression. “I didn't say I didn't like that yer on board!” He kissed her, his tongue filling her open and willing mouth. “But I wanted some time with you alone, first.”
Sakura licked her lips of Rog's saliva, dropping the pout and kissing Rog's cheek. “That's very sweet of you, but I'm not jealous. I want out family-to-be to start growing as soon as possible!”
Rog ran a nail along Sakura's cheek. “That's what I love about ya, Sakura. Never one ta half-ass things.” Sakura smiled and blushed. “But...” Rog started, “if you want our family to start...” Rog wrapped her arms around Sakura, holding her fast. “We should make sure you're totally pregnant, shouldn't we?”
Sakura grinned as Rog spun her around, and began fucking her wildly into the couch.
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Murasaki ran with abandon through the streets. For days she and Asagi had spent their waking moments searching for Sakura. She'd gone missing some nights ago (the same that Yukikaze had disappeared, as well, and Murasaki was sure the two were related), and her phone had gone unreachable at some point after.
Asagi had taken to the search with her quiet determination, but Murasaki had a harder time of it, trying to keep a professional mask on while underneath her emotions threatened to spill out at any point. Fear and despair mingled together into a toxic combination, roiling under Murasaki's training, as she feared the worst had happened to her best friend and lover.
So when Murasaki had gotten a message from Sakura's phone, telling her to meet her at the place they'd had their first time in bed together, Murasaki pushed herself as hard as she could to get there quickly, leaping over buildings in a flash of white and blue as her mini-skirt fluttered against her legs and the wind blew through her hair.
Inside, the building, Murasaki halfway noticed the difference in ambience. The receptionist was gone, and the whole building felt quiet and abandoned in the moonlight. Seeing light down a hallway, Murasaki advanced, her sword in hand. Her breath stopped, Murasaki crept toward the one open door, hearing humming from inside. Just outside the doorway, Murasaki nodded to herself, then launched herself off the opposite wall to fling herself into the bedroom.
She rolled to her knees, and stopped. Sakura was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked but for a pink babydoll, completely see-through, and a thin, bright necklace. She was humming as she kicked her feet back and forth. Murasaki dropped her sword as relief washed over her like a tidal wave. Tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes. “Sakura!” Murasaki cried out, leaping forward to knock Sakura over in a tight embrace.
Murasaki let the tears flow as Sakura did her best to console her girlfriend. Sakura's fingers ran through Murasaki's hair, as her eyes watched the blue strands fall around her nails as she lifted her hand and petted Murasaki again. “It's ok,” Sakura said, “I'm alright. I'm sorry I made you worry.” Her voice was calm and sympathetic.
Murasaki sobbed on Sakura's cheek, hot tears sliding between their skin. She berated Sakura between heaves, calling her an idiot, how much she hated her, and more. Even as she cried she kissed Sakura, the salt from her tears flavoring her lips.
Sakura's hand moved away from Murasaki's hips to the nightstand, and she slowly opened the drawer. Her hand snuck in and pulled out a small fleshy object which fit in her palm.
Murasaki rubbed her face into Sakura's chest. “Where were you?” she sobbed. “I was terrified. I thought you'd died, Sakura!”
“I know, I'm so sorry, Murasaki-chan,” Sakura replied. “I had a fight with Yukikaze, and I was hurt from it.”
Murasaki raised her head to stare at Sakura's face. “What happened? We lost contact with Yukikaze after that night as well!” She sniffed, trying to keep her nose from running all over Sakura.
Sakura smiled, and Murasaki noticed something different. “Wait, where did you get this ring from?”
Sakura's hand brushed Murasaki's neck, and Murasaki felt a sharp pinprick, followed by an unbearable heat flowing into her body. She flung herself from Sakura, landing on the floor, trying to gasp for breath. Her body felt like lava was going through it. Every nerve was on fire, and her mind threatened to shut down entirely. She heard a horrible, gurgling sound, and it was only a moment later did she realize it was her own throat. Her body spasmed and contracted, and she tried to look to Sakura. Had Sakura poisoned her?
Standing near the bed, Sakura watched with a knowing smile. In her hand was a leathery pod, with a semi-opaque color to it, filled with an unknown substance. From the needle point tip dripped a purple liquid that stained the rug. “Sa… kura!” Murasaki's throat rebelled against the words.
After a few moments the pain subsided, and Murasaki could breathe again. But now something strange touched her consciousness. She felt almost like she was watching herself from behind a television screen. As her body relaxed, her muscles loosening, she noticed details she'd missed before. She could smell something in the air, thick and cloying, flinty and masculine. She saw something staining the inside of Sakura's thighs, and it trailed down in thick, off-white fingers. Had something happened to Sakura?
Sakura watched Murasaki as the poison took hold. When she saw it begin to affect the entirety of her lover's muscles, Sakura put down the poison pod, and called out of the room. “She's ready, dear!” Taking Murasaki in her arms, Sakura picked her up in a princess carry and laid her down on the bed. With her knife Sakura cut open Murasaki's dress from the cutout for her cleavage down. Murasaki let out a yelp of embarrassment as her breasts came free.
“She's a real looker, ain't she, Sakura?” came the lecherous voice of an orc, and Murasaki's heart stopped. In the doorway stood Rog, already hard, and Murasaki felt a terror in her heart that she couldn't defeat. Her body refused to answer to her mind. Sakura skipped over to the beast and, to Murasaki's horror, kissed him.
“She really is, Rog,” Sakura said, turning back to Murasaki. “She'll be an even more beautiful mother, I'm sure!”
Murasaki's stomach opened into a ghastly pit. There was her girlfriend, her lover, loudly sucking on an orc's tongue in her mouth, as her fingers dug under the foreskin on his cock to pull out a chunk of disgusting smegma. Murasaki knew what would happen before Sakura took the piece and put it in her mouth, thoughtfully chewing on the mass for several seconds before swallowing it with a triumphant sigh.
Tears, this time of despair and loss rather than happiness, began to fall down Murasaki's cheeks. Sakura led Rog to the bed, and she laid her body next to Murasaki's, her scantily-covered breasts pushing against Murasaki's arm. “Don't cry, Murasaki,” Sakura whispered as Rog tore off her panties and began eating out Murasaki, “I was scared at first, too.”
Murasaki couldn't stop. “Why?”
Sakura kissed Murasaki, deeply, like they had so many times before, and Murasaki could taste the foul, oily aftertaste of Rog's smegma on Sakura's tongue. “Because I love you, that's why! I want us to be happy, and we can be happy together this way!”
Sakura beamed as she spoke. Murasaki tried to stave off the orgasm growing in her body, but Rog's ministrations and the poison in her body combined to cause her to arc her back suddenly, her fingers balling the sheets under her as her body was rocked. Sakura giggled and began to play with Murasaki's nipples, kneading her breasts under her fingers.
“Like this… we don't need to be worried every time we go out on patrol. We won't need to risk our lives for people who don't care if we live or die,” Sakura said, nuzzling her nose near Murasaki's ear, interspersing her words with bites at Murasaki's earlobe. “Rog's a strong, brave orc. We'll take care of each other. We'll have a big family together. And be happy that way!”
Murasaki felt her grasp slipping. She heard Sakura's words, but couldn't comprehend them. As another orgasm pulsed through her body, she felt her womb burn, desperate for something to fill the yawning hole inside her. Rog lifted his head from between her legs, and Murasaki saw her juices shining around his lips and chin, scarred and ugly. Sakura had betrayed her for that?
Murasaki turned her head to Sakura. “I thought you loved me,” she said, her voice defeated.
Sakura took Murasaki's cheeks in her hands. “I do, and I want you to love my husband too,” she said, confident and smiling. Sakura took Murasaki's hand in hers and squeezed. Rog was kneeling between Murasaki's legs, his cock huge and monstrous, pointing straight at Murasaki.
“No, no, no, please,” Murasaki started mumbling weakly. “I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this! I DON'T WANT THIS!”
She screamed as Rog's cock tore through her hymen, and filled her pussy with utterly and completely. Her nails dug into Sakura's hand so hard she drew blood. When she could scream no longer, Murasaki only let out small, sad sobs. Sakura stroked her cheek and told her it would be alright, kissed her gently, and used her free hand to rub at Murasaki's clitoris while Rog rammed himself in and out.
Murasaki lost track of time after the first hour, and her fifth orgasm. The room disappeared, the world disappeared, the only things she could focus on were Sakura and Rog. Only they were real, only they were there. Murasaki felt like she was drowning, and the only points she could cling two were those two. Rog's violation of her began to shift. The bestial raping morphed, became gentler, more suited to Murasaki's body and mind. His tongue, so disgusting she nearly retched when he shoved it in her mouth the first time, became sweet to taste.
Sakura didn't stop either. She told Murasaki all about what the three of them would do together, how their lives would look from now on. The children they'd have, the love they'd share. Murasaki felt like if she only turned her head, she would be able to see the scene – she, pregnant and happy, with sons and daughters running around her legs. She should have hated it. Why did it send a thrill through her body to imagine it?
Again and again Murasaki felt her body shudder under the attack by Rog. Again and again she felt her womb defiled by his foul sperm, so thick, so strong, that she imagined she could feel the individual swimmers squirming against the walls. But though she had hated it at first, now she felt something different, she felt as though even if this wasn't where she imagined her life would lead to, if she had Sakura with her, she'd be happy anyway.
Hours (Days? Years? Murasaki couldn't tell) later, Rog pulled himself free of Murasaki's pussy, the hole gaping and weeping a flood of cum. Murasaki's body was covered in sweat, her own, Rog's, and Sakura's. Her chest heaved up and down weakly, her body exhausted. Sakura dove between Murasaki's legs, to lap up the flow and fill her stomach with cum.
Rog sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. Turning around to the girls, he petted Sakura. “Think she's happy?” he asked.
Sakura swallowed a load, cum staining her chin, and nodded. “I think in a day or two she'll understand completely. I don't think we need to worry about her running away!”
Murasaki only dimly heard the couple as they discussed further plans. She was adrift, and only Sakura and Rog's presence kept her from losing her mind. They loved her, and shouldn't she love them back? Didn't she already love Sakura? Couldn't she learn to love Rog as Sakura did?
Finished with their plans, Sakura kissed Rog as he went out. Sakura took to the bed once more, and turned off the lights as she took Murasaki in her arms. “I'm so happy you're joining us, Murasaki. I love you so much.”
Murasaki, exhausted as she was, smiled back. “I love you too, Sakura.”
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Asagi reached for her sword one more time, trying to drag herself across the dojo floor to it. Her body screamed at the exertion, and fought against her every inch she moved.
Sakura had betrayed her. Murasaki had betrayed her as well. She didn't know exactly how they'd been subverted, but subverted they had been. She knew something was wrong when she saw Sakura, how her lecture hadn't seemed to faze her younger sister as it usually had. But when she had felt the needle in her neck and saw the tentacle pod in Murasaki's hand, Asagi knew something was terribly wrong.
Now she had been raped, and the orc who had raped her (Asagi noted how Sakura and Murasaki called him by his name – he must have been involved with some plan with a stronger demon) was having his cock cleaned by the other two. Asagi pulled herself forward, leaking a trail of cum and blood behind her.
She knew the poison and the orc's body were mixing into a heady concoction, and figured that was something to do with Sakura and Murasaki's behavior. But if she could just get her hand on her sword, she could kill him, and help her sister and comrade!
Asagi was about to close her hand on the sword when Sakura picked it up. She shook her finger at her older sister. “Nuh uh, Asagi!” In her ninja armor, torn in places to expose her nipples and her crotch, Sakura looked perverse to Asagi. “You need to play nice with my husband!”
Asagi sputtered. “Y-your what?”
“My husband, silly!” Sakura reached inside her suit and pulled out the ring on her chain. “See! He even gave me this ring, the big sweetie!”
“Sakura! What did he do to you! Please stop this! Come back to your senses, please!” Asagi heard a groan and a surprised yelp from Murasaki behind her.
“I do have my senses, Asagi,” Sakura leaned down to Asagi. “He's my husband, and I love him. And I want my sister and my girlfriend to join the family too.”
“Did he come after you to get at me? Did I kill another disgusting friend of his?”
Sakura shook her head. “Nope! In fact, I was the one who suggested you be brought in.” Sakura's face was inches from Asagi's. “He just wanted Murasaki as well at first, I had to convince him that we could beat you before you could do anything bad to us!”
Murasaki stepped around Asagi and whispered into Sakura's ear. Her face was covered in thick spunk, even as she scraped it off with her fingers and ate it eagerly. Sakura giggled, her excitement palpable. Murasaki and Sakura grabbed Asagi, and pulled her around the Igawa sisters' home, to their bathroom.
As they entered, Asagi was assaulted by the concentrated stench orc cum. She coughed, the scent sticking to her skin in a thick layer. She saw the source of it – the bathtub had been filled with cum, and the heat from it could be felt from the doorway.
“We think you'd feel better after a bath,” Murasaki said.
“Let go of me!” Asagi yelled, but Murasaki and Sakura held her over the tub, and lowered her in. Her feet slipped under first, and her skin crawled at the feeling. Her legs were swallowed by the thick liquid, then her ass and pussy, then her stomach and breasts, and finally her neck. Asagi tried to push herself out of it, but Sakura kept her hands on her shoulders, and pushed her down and down and down, until Asagi's entire head was underneath.
Sakura waited a little bit, until she saw the bubble pop over Asagi's head, then pulled her sister's head out of the goop. Asagi gasped for air, coughing as she instead swallowed cum, her entire head a shapeless mass of goopy cum. It was horrible, degrading, and Asagi couldn't stop herself from licking her lips as more and more of the cum drooled over her face. Her whole body was surrounded by the liquid, it seeped into her ass and pussy, and filled her ears, nose, her eyes, everything.
Sakura and Murasaki took turns kissing Asagi and dunking her, even as they let Rog have his way with them here and there. Rog talked about how he would move his furniture into the Igawa home, and Murasaki would move in as well. The trio chatted happily about how they would make their new lives - what Rog would do, what Sakura and Murasaki would do at home, and more. Asagi knew she didn't have the strength to save Sakura and Murasaki at the moment, but she swore to herself she'd do it. She wouldn't allow her sister, her friend, and herself to be turned into sluts for a low-grade shitstain orc. She'd kill Rog even if she had to swallow the entire tub of cum.
Asagi licked her lips at the thought.
The Igawa household had undergone a transformation in the nine months since Sakura had embraced her husband. Asagi's bedroom had been changed into the family bedroom, a huge reinforced bed brought in, low to the ground and solidly built, to replace Asagi's. It was big enough to fit all four lovers, and heavy enough to survive them breaking it in the first night. Now the mattress was stained totally through the material, every motion on it releasing dormant odors of vigorous love-making.
Sakura's room had been filled with the preparations for the incoming children. Diapers, baby food for when they were done drinking their mothers' milk, and more. The house, with its many windows, now had many of the blinds drawn across them at all times, at least those facing the road an other houses. The backyard still looked straight into many rooms.
Sakura groaned, her nap subsiding slowly. Her hair had grown longer, and hung down in front of her eyes in orange waves. Through it she could see Asagi and Murasaki, still resting in each other's arms. Sakura smiled, and ran her hand down her body. When she hit the taut skin of her bulging stomach she nearly glowed. All three of the former ninja were now in the last few weeks of their pregnancies, and all certainly looked the part. Their breasts had grown substantially, hanging like weights from their chests, filled up with milk, and leaked so often that they constantly needed to milk each other.
The refrigerator already had several gallons of each woman's milk, waiting for the children. Not to say they were the only ones who wanted it – Sakura had had to scold Rog and Murasaki when she caught them drinking the milk from the fridge one evening. Murasaki had blushed, but she'd been at it again the next day.
Murasaki had changed, Sakura had seen. Where she had been reserved and stoic (except for times when she was alone with Sakura), now Murasaki was exuberant and not a little mischievious. She always found an excuse to dive between Asagi's legs or drink Sakura's milk straight from the source. She now usually kept her hair in a ponytail, which left Rog with a great handhold when he plowed her from behind. Sakura was happy her girlfriend had found it in her heart to be happy and not be ashamed of a smile.
Asagi, however… Sakura was sure she'd come to understand in time. She still had too much of her ninja training ingrained in her mind, and Sakura and Murasaki often found her listless and quiet. Things had reached their nadir when Murasaki had stopped Asagi from skewering Rog with a sharpened tree branch one month after he had moved in. Asagi had taken Sakura's and Murasaki's actions hard, and had tried to kill herself soon after. The emotional damage was still there. When Rog took her Asagi did nothing, just laid there like a dead fish, trying her hardest to fight off her orgasms before she screamed, half in pleasure and half in despair. It certainly put a damper on Rog, and once he was certain that his seed had taken root in Asagi he paid much more attention to the more eager two, though once every few days he still took Asagi to pump her full of his semen to remind her of who was in charge.
Sakura heaved her legs over the side of the bed and staggered to a seated position. Every movement, no matter how minor it might have been only 10 months ago, was now freighted with momentum. It had taken some getting used to, but it was only a piece of what she was going through. For her pregnancy had forced Sakura to relearn her own body, so drastic had some of the changes been. She'd gone between euphoric highs and depressed lows, had felt pain in parts of her body she didn't know existed, and had seen her appearance in the mirror morph every day.
But Sakura had taken it all in stride. Hadn't her own mother gone through the same thing when she was pregnant with Asagi and then Sakura herself? It was all the natural consequences of the love she and Rog shared. Sakura glanced down at her stomach, jutting out to obscure her crotch, and rested her palms on it. She could feel the children moving – they were very strong, something Sakura was so grateful for. She fingered the ring on her necklace, so happy that she had these concrete results of her feelings.
A pain lanced through her stomach, knocking her breath away. Sakura's eyes widened, and for a moment she waited, wondering if her time had come, but a few minutes passed without incident. Sakura was somewhat disappointed, but she wanted Rog to be home when she had to give birth.
Standing up with a quiet groan, Sakura threw on her thin robe, which let the bulge of her belly out between the two fronts of the gown. She made her way downstairs, her ankles protesting silently. In the kitchen Sakura began to plan the night's dinner, pulling out things here and there, though she wasn't in any rush – dinner wasn't for another few hours.
For ten minutes or so Sakura busied herself with small domestic tasks, until she felt a presence behind her. Before she could turn around two fingers were caressing her pussy lips from below, and another big belly was pressing at her back. “Mmmmm,” Murasaki whispered into Sakura's ear, “you have anything tasty for me before dinner, Sakura?”
Sakura smiled, reaching behind her to grope at Murasaki's ass, digging her fingers into the somewhat pliant flesh, the difference from how toned Murasaki's body had been growing by the day. Murasaki kissed Sakura's neck, leaving a thick red mark from her lipstick. She wore it practically all the time now, and to Sakura it seemed the other woman took pride in leaving her marks wherever she could – deep on Rog's cock, around Sakura's body – wherever she pleased.
“Let me sit down,” Sakura said, pulling out one of the dinner chairs and plopping onto it, her feet glad to be relieved of their duty for a moment. Murasaki sashayed in front of Sakura, leaning forward to kiss her deeply. Their tongues intertwined and wriggled in each other's mouths as Murasaki's hands rubbed Sakura's pregnant stomach. Murasaki broke the kiss and planted a trail of wet, messy kisses on Sakura's body, trailing down past her collar, leaving her lipstick on Sakura's nipple, down her chest and stomach, until she was kneeling in front of Sakura's pussy.
Murasaki hmm-ed and noised thoughtfully to herself between Sakura's legs. Sakura groaned. “Don't tease me, Murasaki!” Which only brought light laughter, the sight obscured by Sakura's pregnancy. Murasaki went quiet, and Sakura began to feel air move across her pussy. It felt good, cool against her flushed skin, and she balled her robe in her fists as Murasaki blew against her labia. Murasaki moved, and Sakura squirmed when she felt a blast against her clit.
Sakura's breathing went erratic as Murasaki teased her lover's vagina. It was several minutes before the blue-haired woman finally brought her lips to Sakura's clit, sucking on it and sending Sakura's body spasming as she came. Murasaki's tongue lapped at Sakura's outer lips, turning them slick with her spit mixed with Sakura's juices, until Sakura couldn't keep it in anymore.
With a squeal, followed by deep groans, she squirted, a flash flood of water that erupted out from between her legs to splash against Murasaki's face. Sakura tried to catch her breath, taken by surprise by how hard the orgasm had hit her and how sensitive she was. “That… was...” she panted. She looked down, and saw the top of Murasaki's head.
Murasaki peeked over Sakura's stomach, and Sakura saw her face was dripping wet. Murasaki wasn't angry though, just grinning, and licked her lips thoroughly. “I haven't seen that before,” she said, a fingernail pushing against the steaming entrance to Sakura's tunnel, “I liked it. I like seeing you lose control, Sakura.”
Sakura was about to say something when Murasaki dove back down, to thrust her tongue into Sakura's vagina. She used her tongue like a cock and fucked Sakura's pussy with it, sending Sakura into paroxysms as she came over and over again. She nearly screamed when Murasaki began to push two fingers into her ass, her sphincter tight on the slick digits. But Murasaki wouldn't let up, and she began to push in and out with them, squeezing Sakura's insides from angles Sakura wasn't usually subjected to. Her fingers rubbed against the inside of Sakura's ass, prodding and digging.
For half an hour Murasaki subjected Sakura to her love, moving her tongue from pussy to ass whenever Sakura was getting used to one. By the time she was done Sakura's crotch was red and wet from excitement and covered in marks from Murasaki's lipstick. Sakura's hair was flat against her face, sweat mixing with the tears Sakura squeezed from her eyes when she came one more time.
When Murasaki finally popped back up, to trail her fingernail along Sakura's thighs and lean over her with a smug smile on her face, Sakura was the one who shot forward to kiss. Murasaki's mouth was a mix of tastes – from Sakura's squirting, her ass, her juices, and more. Sakura moaned into her lover's mouth, and Murasaki returned it, until she let out an involuntary gasp. “Are you ok?” Sakura asked, and Murasaki nodded.
“It was just...” she looked down at her own stomach, the belly button poking out. She was large, but not as large as Sakura, who was pretty sure she had twins inside her. Murasaki looked back up, a little sheepish. “It was a lot stronger than I expected.”
Sakura brought Murasaki in for a hug. “Good!” she exclaimed, “Strong babies are healthy babies.” She placed her palm on Murasaki's stomach and held it there, feeling the movement beneath the muscle.
Murasaki pulled Sakura onto shaky legs and the two of them collapsed on a couch in the living room. For a while they didn't say anything, just laid there, cuddling with one another. Murasaki took the initiative and popped one of Sakura's nipples in her mouth, and began sucking. Sakura moaned as her lover suckled, and soon enough warm streams of milk began to fill Murasaki's mouth, who eagerly drank it down. Murasaki drank for a few minutes, until she could get no more from Sakura. “It's taken some getting used to,” Murasaki said after a while.
“Hmm?”
“Just… things like this,” Murasaki pinched Sakura's belly button. “That party we had was the first New Year's I'd ever spent with family.”
Sakura said nothing, letting Murasaki feel her from behind. “I hope I'm a good mother,” Murasaki whispered.
Sakura took Murasaki's hand in hers. “You'll be wonderful,” she exclaimed. “Murasaki,” Sakura shifted to her other side to look at her lover, “you have so much love in you. Just let it guide you.” She kissed her gently. “I'm sure it'll all work out.” She felt another pain in her womb, a sudden strike that felt like she'd been stabbed. It was only the remnants of her ninja training that allowed Sakura to slowly exhale rather than cry out.
The two kissed each other for a while, before Sakura saw it was time for dinner to start being made. She slapped Murasaki's ass to get her to start working, and went back upstairs to find Asagi. Sakura hoped that by including Asagi in family activities she'd eventually find the happiness that was there.
Sakura went through room by room, not finding her sister, and was about to call out for her when she heard a gentle voice in her old room. Sakura crept up to the door, and peeked through the gap to see Asagi sitting on the edge of her bed-turned-crib, caressing her stomach. Sakura could see the trails tears had left on her sister's cheeks, but Asagi was smiling. And in that smile was something Sakura hadn't seen in her sister for almost a year.
Asagi brushed a strand of hair behind hear ear, and ran her fingers along her stomach. “I'm sorry,” she started, “I'm sorry I hated you.” Her breath hitched in her throat. “But, but you didn't do anything wrong. You're my baby as well as his, aren't you?” Asagi smiled. “I was so scared when you arrived. So scared that you meant my life was over. I was so scared I almost killed both of us. But I was wrong.” She sniffed and wiped her cheek. “I love you,” she said to her unborn child, “I love you because I'm your mother, even though I didn't ask for you.” Her voice began to break, as she struggled to speak. “I love you because you're my baby.”
Before Asagi could stop her Sakura had her older sister in her arms and was stroking her head, her sister's cheek on top of her breasts. It was too much for Asagi. Asagi started bawling, tears that had been bottled up for months now bursting forth down her cheeks. Sakura said nothing, but only held her sister as she let go. She grabbed a handful of tissues and handed it to Asagi, who blew her nose frequently and loudly.
Sakura comforted her sister like that for a long time. Asagi looked up to Sakura with red, bleary eyes. “Thank you,” Asagi sniffed, the tension that had been in her body for months now draining out of her.
Sakura just patted Asagi on the cheek. “Do you think you'll feel better now?” Asagi nodded. Sakura kissed her sister on the top of her head. “I'm so glad, then.”
After Asagi had leveled out somewhat, Sakura brought her downstairs, where Murasaki was trying to keep tabs on everything that was cooking at once. The three women threw themselves into their task, and Sakura saw that Asagi's smile didn't leave her face.
As the sun was setting, the door opened, and in came the master of the house. Rog had employed himself in the “business protection” field. Having taken three ninjas as his women (and without dying soon after), his reputation among his fellow orcs had gone stratospheric. Out in the dark society of demons and monsters, he was known as Mister Rog now. His cronies were guarding nightclubs and pawn shops now, and he had some ambitions percolating in the back of his mind.
But at home he was just Rog, and with the girls working on their meal, Rog came into the kitchen and took Sakura in his arms from behind. A finger worked at her pussy as another squeezed her breast. “How're my girls doing?” he growled, slipping the finger into Sakura up to the second knuckle. Sakura moaned.
“We're work~ing, dear!” she said through her moans. “If you want to eat, you need to let me g-Oh!” Another finger went in, and Sakura had to hold onto the island counter. Rog dug around, but unlike Murasaki his fingers were thick and rough. Sakura loved every moment of it.
“The others have it covered, don't they?” Rog licked Sakura's cheek as he pumped his fingers in and out of Sakura. Sakura could feel the dripping head of his cock against her back.
Murasaki giggled and waved to Rog. “We're fine here, if you two want to have some fun before eating!” Asagi waved weakly – a fonder gesture than she'd been known to do before. For a moment Rog was confused by it, but when Sakura shuddered around his fingers he brought his attention back to his woman.
Swept up in Rog's arm, Sakura weakly protested only for the theatrics it provided, not for any feeling of fear, and Rog brought her to the long, low couch in the living room Sakura and Murasaki had laid on a while earlier.
Rog settled down on his back, and Sakura on her hands and knees above him. His cock poked at her nose, his filthy, sweaty, and smegma-covered cock pressing at her nose and mouth. Rog chuckled at seeing the marks on Sakura's skin. “Murasaki had some fun with ya today, didn't she babe?”
Sakura could hardly answer. She was already pulling back Rog's thick foreskin with her fingers, to dig out all of his chewy, fetid dick-cheese. She popped a thick wad of it from her fingers into her mouth and groaned as the taste seeped into her tongue as she chewed at it. Rog shrugged, and began to lick at Sakura's pussy, his wet tongue slapping and slipping through Sakura's sensitive folds, red and puffy from her near-constant arousal.
Rog slapped Sakura's ass, then slapped the other cheek, as Sakura tried to eat all of Rog's smegma as fast as she could. Her mouth was filled with the cloying lumps, the taste and smell and feel of it all filling her head. She chewed and chewed, tried to swallow, as Rog slapped at her ass again and again. His hands left bright red prints on her pale skin, and each swat made the cheeks jiggle.
Sakura began to lick and kiss at Rog's cock-tip, shoving her tongue into the hole to dig out as much delicious, slippery pre-cum as she could. She slobbered and slavered over his flesh, the noises she made drowning out the kitchen sounds. “Ahn!” she cried out when an early burst of cum splashed against her face, leaving a sticky trail from above her left eye to her chin. She made sure to scrape every little bit off and suck it off her fingers.
Rog fingered open Sakura's tunnel, letting the dribbling juices out into his mouth. Sakura giggled, until the pain hit her again. This time she couldn't hold it in, and she let out a yelp. She was about to say something to Rog, tell him not to worry, but the pain hit her again and she cried out. She felt fluid wash out of her, and knew in that moment it was her time.
Calling out to Murasaki and Asagi, Rog quickly grasped the situation. Sakura was shifted onto her back, clean towels and linens around her, with hot water and oil, sterile blankets and more. Sakura let it all happen – her mind was totally focused on the passage between her womb and the outside world. She could feel a head already pushing at her cervix, and she had to admit to herself that it hurt a lot more than she expected.
A hand grabbed Sakura's, and Sakura tightened her grip on the rough green skin like it was the hilt of her knife, and then gripped even tighter when she screamed in pain.
Time passed, how long Sakura couldn't tell. All she could focus on was the body moving through her own, pushing her apart in ways not even Rog could come close to. Everything below her chest hurt, a dull soreness that made every movement of her legs awful, punctuated by moments of muscle-wracking torture. Sakura's body shone with sweat, as she tried to control her breathing and push her child (why did they have to be so big?) out of her. She screwed her eyes tight, the pain almost too much to bear, the salty sweat stinging them just another distraction.
Sakura pushed, because it was all she could do. She pushed and pushed, her muscles squeezing around the bulky infant inside of her to try and move it just a fraction of an inch closer to its birth. She couldn't tell that Asagi was there between her legs, making sure the baby was coming out the right way, or that Murasaki was the one giving her water to wet her throat, raw from her straining.
Evening turned to night, and several hours after it had begun, Asagi yelled out. “He's crowning!” Sakura barely heard it, only knew that parts of her body she didn't know existed were being stretched to pain. She gripped the thick fingers in her hand and squeezed, feeling she was making progress.
“I've got him!” Asagi said, catching the baby boy, blood and fluids covering his green skin, before she quickly and efficiently cut the umbilical and wrapped him up before trying to get Sakura's attention. Sakura was out of breath, but when she opened her eyes and saw her sister with a wailing little baby she started crying again. She thrust her arms out even as she felt the second one start to come out, and rested her boy at her breast while she pushed his sibling out.
More time passed. The weighty child on her chest gave Sakura energy she didn't know she had, and by the time the sun was coming up over Tokyo another squealing baby was in Asagi's hands. A baby girl, pink and cute. Sakura took her in her arms with her brother and cried, pure happiness in her face. She kissed her husband, and as Murasaki and Asagi were looking on in wonder, feeling their own bellies and knowing they would be there not too long from now, Sakura passed out.
She was a mother now, and nothing in the world could make her happier than that.
Sakura stirred in her bed, her skin covered by smooth, light sheets. She felt her breasts being suckled on, and when she opened her eyes she saw it was her two youngest children taking their meal. Two baby boys held her nipples in their mouths and drank deeply of their mother's milk, their growing hands instinctively squeezing at her pillowy flesh, their teeth digging into her nearly-black areolae and nipples. Sakura pulled the twins in tight, caressing their backs softly as she spoke gentle words to them.
Shifting to the side of the bed, Sakura sat up with a struggling grunt, and with some work got to her feet, carrying her boys in her arms. They had only lately been born, but were already entering the first of the many growth spurts that would eventually bring them to their father's size and strength. She hefted the boys once, so they weren't pulling quite as hard on her nipples. The time when Sakura was unable to carry her sons always came too fast. They grew up much quicker than her daughters.
Standing in front of a full-body mirror, Sakura surveyed her body. The years had been kind to her, even with the many boys and girls she had borne. She tried to keep her hair somewhat short, at least around her shoulders, but she would let it grow for a year or two as well, then cut it short. The boys of the house loved receiving locks of Sakura's hair as gifts. Her body had softened from the years of sexual pleasures. Gone were the toned muscles and sleek body of a trained ninja, transformed into curves she couldn't get rid of, wrinkled and flabby extra skin over her stomach that grew taut only when she was impregnated, and thighs that rubbed raw together if she walked for too long.
Sakura didn't mind even those changes. Her body wasn't her own anymore, it hadn't been for years, and Rog had always shown his affection for Sakura, no matter what changes she'd endured. Cracking her aching back, Sakura opened the door, letting in a flood of afternoon light. The whole house was a cacophony of voices, the older children corralling their younger siblings to and fro, boys getting into fights and teasing their sisters, and all the various small problems a huge family might have. Sakura waltzed through the confusion like a stately ship in a storm, unfazed by the winds and waves.
“Ah, Sakuyo,” she said, calling out Murasaki's eldest daughter. The young woman was shapely, her orcish inheritance clear in her well-developed body, ready for mating. Murasaki was planning something with Rog for her, but Sakura wasn't sure what it would be. Other mixed orcish families had taken to having mock battles for women, but whether the Igawa clan would do that Sakura still had mixed feelings.
“Auntie Sakura!” Sakuyo replied. But before she could say more one of her brothers slapped her ass. She retaliated by hitting him on the head, hard. “Sorry, Auntie,” she smoothed her skirt, “what do you need?”
Sakura shifted the baby in her right arm up, to pat his back a little. A trail of warm milk leaked out of her nipple to darken her robe. “I was just wondering where Michiko was?” Her first daughter, Michiko had grown up an incredibly energetic girl. Always playing, always active, Sakura loved seeing her smile. And today was her birthday, along with her twin brother Baga. Baga was a circumspect boy, but even at his age he towered over his sisters. He was thoughtful, but lately he had seemed high-strung, and sometimes Sakura worried that if he didn't find an outlet for his sexual urges, he might hurt someone.
“Uhmmm,” Sakuyo thought, “I'm not sure! But I think she was talking with mom and Auntie Asagi? Try them?” Another green hand tried to move between her thighs, which Sakuyo stopped by squeezing them together.
“Thanks, Sakuyo, have fun!” Sakura smiled as the children went their way, and Sakura started heading towards the old gym, which Asagi had repurposed for her training sessions with the boys.
She was down a quiet hall when she heard Murasaki's voice. Sakura stopped, and moved towards a door that was only slightly ajar. Inside she saw Murasaki, Baga, and a young woman in a school uniform she'd never met. The girl was looking down, her face bright red, but Murasaki only smiled sweetly.
Murasaki had grown into her role as mother with aplomb. She always knew where all the kids were, and where they were actually supposed to be. She currently held the record for most children born the same day at 5, 4 girls and 1 boy. That day she was entering the third month of yet another pregnancy, and so her stomach hadn't yet bulged out to its fullest extent, but pushed out into her lap somewhat.
“Saki-chan was it?” Murasaki said. The girl nodded rapidly. She had a cute face, accentuated by her pink glasses and framed by two braids of her light brown hair, and shivered with something Sakura could tell wasn't fear but desire. Baga's scent was getting to her, Sakura thought to herself. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
Saki shook heavily, and Baga rested his hand on her thigh to stop her trembling. “I...” she started, her voice hardly under her control, “I-I-I-”
“She's going to have my child,” Baga interjected, his hand rubbing slightly underneath Saki's skirt. Saki closed her eyes. Sakura only smiled. Baga had spoken strongly, and resembled his father greatly when he did. She was glad he'd found a good girl for himself.
“Oh my!” Murasaki cupped her cheek, her eyes twinkling. “What's the story behind this?”
“The train!” Saki nearly shouted out before Baga could start. “We… we were on the train a few months ago. It was crowded and… and Baga was right behind me.” Saki couldn't stop the smile from creeping up on her face as she recounted the details briefly. “He started feeling me up. I was scared at first, but over time I started to like it more and more. He started fingering me after two weeks, and I had the most intense orgasm of my life until then!” Her hand found Baga's and thrust her fingers through his before gripping tight.
“It went from there, I suppose?” Murasaki asked, her eyes half-lidded.
Baga nodded, his tusks growing in nicely past his upper lip. “I waited until Saki was done with her school year, and we mated in her home while her mother was out.”
“We don't have to wait for that next time!” Saki said to Baga. “I think… I think she wouldn't mind if she knew about us.” Saki's free hand began rubbing Baga's upper thigh, and Murasaki's eyes flickered down to note Baga's erection. Out in the hall, a group of kids approached Sakura, hiding near the door. Sakura handed off her boys to two of the older children, and quietly pushed them on their way.
“Saki,” Murasaki said, “was your father an orc?”
Saki froze, but slowly nodded. “Mom… my mother ran away from him right after I was born.”
Murasaki tapped her chin as she nodded. “I was just wondering. I noticed how you were savoring each breath around my strong nephew there. You orc-girls are very susceptible to it, did your mother ever tell you?”
“Y-yes,” Saki replied. “When I was younger, she told me to stay away from orcs.” Without her seeming to realize it, Saki's hand was already underneath Baga's loincloth, rubbing his cock.
Murasaki laughed lightly. “Well, I'm glad you didn't listen to her entirely.” She got to her feet, and before Baga and Saki could as well she motioned for the former to stay seated. Murasaki got on her knees in front of Baga, and pulled Saki down with her. Sakura knew where this would go, and her fingers began to push into her smooth folds between her legs.
Baga opened his legs apart, giving the two women space between them. Murasaki flipped up Baga's loincloth and gave a gasp when his purple tip slapped against her nose. “Have you sucked Baga's cock yet?” Murasaki asked as she shoved her nose against the tip and breathed deeply.
Saki looked on with stars in her eyes as Murasaki played with Baga's dick. Her mouth hung open slightly, her tongue running along her lips as her nostrils flared. Murasaki opened her mouth to ask her again, but Saki dove in, kissing Baga's cock passionately, rubbing her soft lips against his smegma-covered head. She slobbered over the purple flesh, her tongue peeling off clumps of fetid cheese as Murasaki gasped in faux-embarrassment. But it wasn't long before she licked her lips and went to town on Baga's cock as well, her well-trained tongue wrapping around the head, peeling back the foreskin to get the delicious treat beneath.
Murasaki raised her hand toward the door and beckoned Sakura to come in. Sakura smiled at Baga's confusion, and his sheepish smile when she stepped in. Sakura kissed him on the forehead as Saki and Murasaki lathered his cock with their tongues. “Having fun, are we?” she said, lightly scratching his neck with her nails as his hand grabbed her ass and squeezed.
“Sure we are, momma,” Baga replied, quickly running a finger from Sakura's anus to flick it past her pussy lips, making her quiver. “Care to join us?”
“Mmm, sounds good...” Sakura moaned, getting to her knees in front of Baga. She kissed Saki on the cheek, the girl shivering as Sakura breathes into her ear. “Let me show you how a mother pleases her boy.”
Sakura nibbled and teased Baga's cock with quick bites, scraping her teeth against his odorous flesh. Murasaki took the hint, and began loudly slurping and sucking one of Baga's heavy testicles, hanging pendulously off the front of the chair. Saki watched as Sakura monopolized the shaft, her lips running up and down it, and pouted, unsure of what to do.
Sakura took the head in her mouth and started probing underneath his thick foreskin with her wet tongue. She scooped up sour clumps of smegma, and savored the taste in her mouth. Taking Saki's cheek, she kissed the younger girl, swapping the dick cheese between their mouths. Their tongues mixed, the tastes of Baga's smegma mixing with their saliva, their mouths watering at the sensation. Saki made soft noises, and when Sakura broke the kiss and swallowed heavily, Saki followed, letting out a breathy sigh.
Murasaki gently guided Saki's face to Baga's other sac, the globe of flesh so hefty it nearly smothered the poor girl's nose and mouth. But Saki began moaning into that leathery skin, happy.
Sakura went back to Baga's cock, and began probing with her tongue the slit at the tip. Baga clenched his fists and let out a long breath, and Sakura winked at him. She lapped at the pre-cum, her hands peeling back the foreskin to stroke his cock. Her fingers mashed and played with the bumpy surface, pulling it back and forth as her tongue polished the head.
Baga's toes flexed and relaxed as the women pleasured him. His breathing grew heavier, and Sakura could feel his blood pumping faster as the flesh under her tongue pulsed with vigor. Sakura herself nearly jumped when she felt two fingers from Murasaki enter her anus, rubbing around the inside of her sphincter.
Sakura wanted to tease her boy more, but Baga didn't yet have the experience of his father. With a heavy grunt, he began to cum. Sakura allowed herself the privilege of letting the first heavy ropes of steaming cum splash into her throat, before she pulled her mouth off and let Saki and Murasaki drink from the source. After their throats had been coated in sperm, and their mouths filled, they sat back to let Baga cover their faces in splattered, off-white semen.
The three women giggled happily, licking the cum off each others' faces, Murasaki making sure Saki got her fair share of the cum, by letting more of her own fall into the younger girl's open mouth. Murasaki began to undress Saki, who moaned as the older woman kissed her.
Sakura got to her feet and kissed Baga's cheek. “You have fun, I need to find your sister.”
Escaping the room before Murasaki could get the striped panties off Saki, Sakura made her way to the old dojo. The biggest room in the household, it had been subdivided somewhat over the years to allow more beds, but still provided the largest floor space at one corner. Walking in, Sakura saw Asagi was “training” the boys, as she usually did once they got old enough.
Asagi was being penetrated in all her holes, vigorous strokes from growing orc-cocks messily slapping in and out of her pussy, ass, and mouth. Cum from previous ejaculations inside of her made each movement a squelching symphony, as Asagi was fucked over and over again by the rotating trainees.
“Grab my tits and call me a cow, Kog!” Asagi burbled around the cock in her mouth, flecks of semen scattered around her face. Kog took Asagi's breasts and squeezed as hard as he could, milk bursting out of Asagi's dark nipples in sprays.
“You… you like it, you cow!” Kog, one of Asagi's younger boys, shouted. Asagi had taken to the task of training the boys to be the best lovers they could be with pleasure and rigor. The boys started when they had their first virile ejaculation, and Asagi didn't give them permission to find girls until she thought they were good enough to deserve them.
“I do!” Asagi nearly screamed, “milk me more! Harder!” She too had just given birth, the same day Sakura had, and her body was already being abused again like this, to Asagi's enjoyment. Kog pulled up one of Asagi's massive breasts (the largest of the Agawa house), and started sucking on it, nearly gnawing on the thick nipple with his teeth. Asagi screamed, cum bubbling out around her lips and the cock in her mouth, as she came.
The boys spilled their loads into their mother and aunt, and Asagi collapsed onto the stained blue mat, thick loads slowly leaking out of her holes. Sakura waved at the crowd of boys as she approached, pushing through their mob. She kissed each one to placate them, telling them she had work to do. Sakura leaned over her elder sister's body, noting the hungry grin on Asagi's face. “Have you seen Michiko?” she asked.
Asagi grabbed Sakura's arms and pulled her into her embrace with a squeak from the latter. Sakura landed face-first between Asagi's soft breasts, letting her sister's body nearly smother her. “Maybe!” Asagi replied, “but you'll need to help me with these boys before I tell you!”
Sakura gave her sister a face, and Asagi grinned further. Sakura sighed, then planted her knees and lifted her ass, and flipped her robe over so her pussy and ass wiggled in front of the boys. The reaction was instantaneous. The boys, at least 15 of them, let out woops and hollers, and swarmed the two women.
Sakura let herself be taken by the eager but inexperienced crowd. Hands grabbed at her tits, just a little too soft or a little too hard. Fingers pushed and prodded at her pussy and anus, and Sakura let herself enjoy the feeling of their nails running along her taint. A cock pressed at her mouth, and she quickly wrapped her lips around it, sucking it all the way to the base, deepthroating the orc, another of Asagi's boys, she saw.
Smacking on one cock, she moaned when another pushed into her ass. Not as large as Baga's, they still had some years to grow, and Asagi's “advanced techniques” class with the older boys usually had her screaming so loud the whole house could hear her.
Sakura got into a rhythm with the cocks in her, pushing back with her hips when the boy fucking her ass pushed forward, her thick ass rippling with every meaty slap. Her eyes widened when the hand playing with her pussy began to push into her tunnel, though. She could usually take a good few fingers, but a whole hand was a little more than she usually took. She glanced past the cock in her mouth, and saw it was Kog, pushing his fist into her.
Sakura moaned as his knuckles scraped against her insides, and gasped when Kog flexed his fingers in her. His nails scratched her g-spot, and Sakura felt the involuntary orgasm spasm through her body, and a splash of juices erupting around Kog's forearm.
The orgy continued for some time. Sakura could hardly swallow a salty load before another cock, wet from one of Asagi's or her own holes, slipped between her lips. Every few minutes she'd feel a spurt inside of her ass, and the heavy globs of sperm trickle further into her, to be then replaced by another pair of hands around her hips and another cock, with its own unique rhythm and surface, plunging into her winking anus. She let herself fall into the pattern, enjoying the fresh energy from the teens.
Some time passed, Sakura wasn't sure how long, but soon enough all the boys were laying around their maternal figures, exhausted. Sakura and Asagi were filled and covered in cum, glutinous strings bending between their legs, their lips, sticky globs pooling around their eyes, in their navels, staining their skin. Their fingers were intertwined, and Asagi was moaning as she squirmed around in the splattered cum around her.
“You boys need to work on your endurance,” Asagi said after a while, wiping her eyes of cum and sucking on her finger. The young men moaned and groaned in dissatisfaction. Asagi heard it, got to her feet, and slammed her foot down on the floor, her breasts flopping about with the force of her strike. “What did I just say?!”
Sakura pushed herself to her feet, her robe in the corner of her eye, having been pulled off of her at some point during the orgy. Licking some drying sperm off her palms, she picked up the robe and wrapped it up in her hands.
Sakura reached around Asagi to pinch at her sister's nipple to get her attention from task-mistressing. “Michiko?” she asked as Asagi rubbed her skin tenderly.
Asagi leaned in and planted a sloppy, cum-filled kiss on her sister's cheek. “I think she went to Rog's,” she said. Her head snapped as she noticed Kog trying to sneak away. “Hey! Think I don't see you?!” Asagi's hand was a blur as it shot out and grabbed her son. “Don't worry,” she leaned in and whispered huskily into his ear, “I'll make sure you have lots of fun during your punishment!”
Sakura laughed gently as her nephew looked to her for help, but she just shrugged. “You need to listen to your mother!” she said, before thanking Asagi and leaving the dojo.
Sakura stepped through the halls, heading to her husband's room when, through the open door, she saw a mirror image of herself as a teenager. A shock of bright orange hair, skintight ninja armor covering her curves, and Rog's imposing bulk in front of her, lavishing her mouth is affection from his tongue.
“Oh, you brute!” Michiko cried out in a theatrical voice, “how can you ravage me like this?” She turned away from Rog, holding her arm over her eyes and pushing him away. The years hadn't hit Rog too much. He was still as handsome as ever to Sakura, with a little bit more fat on his gut, and all the stamina an orc needed to serve his family the way they needed.
Rog grabbed Michiko and pulled her tight, rubbing her cheek into his sweaty chest. “Because yer sexy, babe!” He pulled at the front of Michiko's armor, pulling her leotard taut and digging it into Michiko's pussy lips. She let out a mewl of lust.
Sakura clapped. “I love the performance,” she said as Michiko and Rog looked at her, and she sidled up to Michiko, running her arms around her daughter and kissing her, sharing some of the last bits of sperm in her mouth with her. Michiko moaned and licked it up. Like the other orc-girls, she was even more licentious and lusty than her mother, but where the others merely lived with it, Michiko reveled in what Sakura (at Michiko's age) would have called debauchery. Sakura ran her hands along the ninja suit, feeling its familiar surface under her fingers. “Where did you two find this thing? I haven't seen it in forever!”
Rog grabbed Sakura's ass and kneaded it with his fingers. “Well, we,” he said, looking at Michiko, “wanted to surprise ya a little bit! I thought ya'd like seeing the old costume.” Sakura let out a gasp as Michiko dug her fingers into her pussy, pulling out a thick glob of her brothers' semen and cleaning her mother out, before sucking happily on her fingers.
“Costume?” Sakura replied, reaching between Rog's legs to rub at his cock, her fingers squeezing into the warm skin over the hard core. “It's armor, thank you very much!” She casually pushed Rog onto the bed, and slapped Michiko's ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her daughter's cheek. “Go lick your daddy's balls, Michiko,” she growled, “I want to punish him for making that mistake.”
Michiko gladly complied, getting to her knees between her father's legs and running her tongue along his wrinkled, burning-hot testes. She suckled on them, drooling as she fingered herself furiously at the same time. Sakura licked her lips as she crawled over Rog. She smiled like a cat as he grinned back. “For how much you pawed at me in that thing, I'd expect you to remember what it was!”
Rog only shrugged, about to make an excuse when Sakura turned around and shoved her red, puffy pussy lips into his face, smothering his words. He went at her, eating her out with his huge, purple tongue. He rubbed it back and forth across Sakura's clitoris, making his wife shudder from the core.
She reached over to grab at his stiffened cock, and began to jerk it slowly. Moving the tip towards her, she closed her eyes and took his fat tip into her mouth, sucking and licking at the hole. The wet slobbering sounds of the trio's mouths filled the room. Sakura moaned as Rog's tongue wet deep into her, playing at her g-spot, digging into her folds individually to play along the ridges and valleys.
Her toes curling, Sakura ground her crotch against Rog's face, feeling his broken tusk dig into her soft skin, his lips flapping at her pussy. Her hips moved in a circle, rubbing herself against him. She saw Michiko pull away from Rog's balls, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, but Sakura grabbed her head and one of Rog's balls, and shoved it into Michiko's mouth, making her daughter moan in surprise.
Rog grunted, and with a tensing of his body, began to ejaculate. Sakura giggled around his cock-head, drinking up the inhumanly thick sperm, letting it dribble out the corners of her mouth, until she saw how sad Michiko looked, suckling on the ball she'd come from. Popping the cock-head out from her lips, Sakura let the last spurts spray onto Michiko's face, who squealed around her father's scrotum as she came.
Licking up the side of Rog's cock, cleaning it thoroughly, Sakura moved to the head of the bed, laying down next to her husband. Michiko sidled up behind her, and began fingering her mother's anus. Rog turned to the side, his still-hard cock pushing into Sakura's wet pussy. “Still eager for more, ain't ya, babe?” he asked, twisting her nipple hard.
Sakura grinned. It was a strange life she led now, even if she couldn't recognize it anymore. She was a veritable slave to her lust, and had brought her best friend and sister down with her. She'd borne children to an orc, who would go out into the world and commit further indignities onto other women, turning them into sluts and semen-loving mothers. Her life as a ninja was unimaginable now – to go out into such danger? And for what? Now, she was rewarded far more. She was a mother to loving children, a wife to a loving husband, and what else did a woman like her need?
“Get that baby-maker in me,” Sakura said, “and then I can help you knock up Michiko, hmm?” she said as she stroked her husband's chest. Michiko gasped in surprise and happiness behind her mother, getting another two fingers into Sakura's ass as Rog shoved his cock into her pussy.
Sakura orgasmed. Life went on.