Anachronicity
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Adult +
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1
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2,211
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1
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Anachronicity
The science division’s lab was cold and dark, abandoned for the night. In the corridor outside, a soft reddish glow emanated from the permanent emergency lighting. It cast menacing shadows through the lab, painting hulking forms on the long southern wall.
A lone figure skimmed through the darkness, his long black hair trailing in his wake. He smiled grimly, reveling in the opportunity he’d awaited for so long. Now he’d show them. He’d show them both.
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“OMG, Kanda! What are you DOIMG!?!?”
Moyashi wailed as Kanda rammed his cock into the boy’s tight little ass. Kanda’s long, thick rod throbbed painfully at the pressure it was enveloped by.
Moyashi slumped forward against the wall, gasping, as Kanda’s meat-sword sliced into him. “God, Kanda, it’s so GOOD1!!”
“Shut up, Moyashi!” Kanda gripped the boy’s shoulders, forcing them against the stone wall. His hips slapped rhythmically against the pale flesh of Moyashi’s cute little ass. Kanda hated the little white-haired exorcist, sure, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to fuck him until he passed out.
And he DID pass out. With one last whimper, Kanda felt Moyashi’s muscles go slack. Kanda’s enormous sex-hammer slid reluctantly from the boy’s constricting asshole, still unfulfilled. Moyashi fell to the ground, rolling onto his back. The boy’s eyes had rolled back into his head, but Moyashi’s little dick still stood hard at attention. Stupid, no-good brat. Couldn’t even last long enough for Kanda to finish. “Rabbit! Get over here!”
“Yes, Master.” Rabbit walked toward Kanda submissively, dressed in a French Maid outfit. Kanda grabbed him roughly by the hair, and forced him against the wall just like Moyashi had been. Kanda shoved his gargantuan pole into Rabbit’s ass, which was already wet with arousal.
“Ohhh, Master,” Rabbit moaned. “Yeah.. yeah, that’s so good… oh, GOD, you’re so BIG!!!!”
“Better believe it,” Kanda grunted. He shut his eyes as he slammed into Rabbit’s asshole again and again, feeling the pressure swell inside him. Rabbit was so tight and hot and wet.
In just minutes, Rabbit was flushed and gasping. Kanda tightened his grip on the other exorcist’s waist, feeling his fingers bite deep. The steady pressure on Kanda’s fuckstick was becomign more than he could bare. But Rabbit was the same.
“Master, oh God oh God, I’m CUMMINGGG!!” Rabbit shuddered, and Kanda felt the muscles in his ass spasm around Kanda’s mammoth manhood. Kanda decided it was enough. He let himself explode into Rabbit’s ass – a flood of white jism filling him up.
“Oh, thank you Master…” Rabbit panted helplessly, slumped against the stone wall. “Thank you thank you thank you.”
Kanda pulled out and tucked his still-gargantuan cock back into his pants. “Shut up, Rabbit. Just make sure you clean up Moyashi and bring him back to my room. He has to be punished for passing out on me.” Kanda smiled.
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The next morning, Lavi snuck out of bed, trying not to disturb Allen. It’d been a long night, between the two of them, and the boy needed his rest. Especially if he was going to do all the things he’d promised last night.
Still naked, Lavi slipped across the room and sat at his desk. He reached down and flicked a switch, and a small LCD screen flared to life in front of him. At his request, the science division had installed a computer in Lavi’s quarters last month. He was the only exorcist in the order with a personal computer, or so he had been told.
He had programmed the computer’s start-up procedures himself. The computer linked out to the Black Order intranet, pulling up all new reports of AKUMA activity. A virus-scanner began checking through his files to make sure all his data remained intact. And – the personal touch he didn’t tell anyone else about – the computer interfaced with the internet, loading up a website devoted to erotic fiction. Just another of Lavi’s little guilty pleasures.
Lavi ignored the AKUMA reports – he could get to those later – and clicked through the menus of the fiction site, looking for new stories. One new post from last night. Lavi looked at the author’s name, and he barely repressed a giggle. SobaSamurai67. With a sense of foreboding, he opened the link.
Allen groaned as he sat up in bed, his head still groggy. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes on the square of pale light coming from the other side of the room. His head ached, assaulted by the sound echoing around the bedchamber. “Lavi, why are you laughing? What’s so funny?”
A lone figure skimmed through the darkness, his long black hair trailing in his wake. He smiled grimly, reveling in the opportunity he’d awaited for so long. Now he’d show them. He’d show them both.
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“OMG, Kanda! What are you DOIMG!?!?”
Moyashi wailed as Kanda rammed his cock into the boy’s tight little ass. Kanda’s long, thick rod throbbed painfully at the pressure it was enveloped by.
Moyashi slumped forward against the wall, gasping, as Kanda’s meat-sword sliced into him. “God, Kanda, it’s so GOOD1!!”
“Shut up, Moyashi!” Kanda gripped the boy’s shoulders, forcing them against the stone wall. His hips slapped rhythmically against the pale flesh of Moyashi’s cute little ass. Kanda hated the little white-haired exorcist, sure, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to fuck him until he passed out.
And he DID pass out. With one last whimper, Kanda felt Moyashi’s muscles go slack. Kanda’s enormous sex-hammer slid reluctantly from the boy’s constricting asshole, still unfulfilled. Moyashi fell to the ground, rolling onto his back. The boy’s eyes had rolled back into his head, but Moyashi’s little dick still stood hard at attention. Stupid, no-good brat. Couldn’t even last long enough for Kanda to finish. “Rabbit! Get over here!”
“Yes, Master.” Rabbit walked toward Kanda submissively, dressed in a French Maid outfit. Kanda grabbed him roughly by the hair, and forced him against the wall just like Moyashi had been. Kanda shoved his gargantuan pole into Rabbit’s ass, which was already wet with arousal.
“Ohhh, Master,” Rabbit moaned. “Yeah.. yeah, that’s so good… oh, GOD, you’re so BIG!!!!”
“Better believe it,” Kanda grunted. He shut his eyes as he slammed into Rabbit’s asshole again and again, feeling the pressure swell inside him. Rabbit was so tight and hot and wet.
In just minutes, Rabbit was flushed and gasping. Kanda tightened his grip on the other exorcist’s waist, feeling his fingers bite deep. The steady pressure on Kanda’s fuckstick was becomign more than he could bare. But Rabbit was the same.
“Master, oh God oh God, I’m CUMMINGGG!!” Rabbit shuddered, and Kanda felt the muscles in his ass spasm around Kanda’s mammoth manhood. Kanda decided it was enough. He let himself explode into Rabbit’s ass – a flood of white jism filling him up.
“Oh, thank you Master…” Rabbit panted helplessly, slumped against the stone wall. “Thank you thank you thank you.”
Kanda pulled out and tucked his still-gargantuan cock back into his pants. “Shut up, Rabbit. Just make sure you clean up Moyashi and bring him back to my room. He has to be punished for passing out on me.” Kanda smiled.
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The next morning, Lavi snuck out of bed, trying not to disturb Allen. It’d been a long night, between the two of them, and the boy needed his rest. Especially if he was going to do all the things he’d promised last night.
Still naked, Lavi slipped across the room and sat at his desk. He reached down and flicked a switch, and a small LCD screen flared to life in front of him. At his request, the science division had installed a computer in Lavi’s quarters last month. He was the only exorcist in the order with a personal computer, or so he had been told.
He had programmed the computer’s start-up procedures himself. The computer linked out to the Black Order intranet, pulling up all new reports of AKUMA activity. A virus-scanner began checking through his files to make sure all his data remained intact. And – the personal touch he didn’t tell anyone else about – the computer interfaced with the internet, loading up a website devoted to erotic fiction. Just another of Lavi’s little guilty pleasures.
Lavi ignored the AKUMA reports – he could get to those later – and clicked through the menus of the fiction site, looking for new stories. One new post from last night. Lavi looked at the author’s name, and he barely repressed a giggle. SobaSamurai67. With a sense of foreboding, he opened the link.
Allen groaned as he sat up in bed, his head still groggy. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes on the square of pale light coming from the other side of the room. His head ached, assaulted by the sound echoing around the bedchamber. “Lavi, why are you laughing? What’s so funny?”