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Princess Melody in Palace of Dragon	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +G to L > iDOLM@STER, The Views: 3146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Princess Melody in Palace of Dragon
- 1
Azusa Miura was six months pregnant. Her plump breasts had grown fuller and rounder, and her sore nipples were a sultry dark shade between pink and brown, standing taut beneath the fabric of her clothes. Her belly was starting to swell. She sat down on the couch in Ryuuguu Komachi’s office, patting her stomach. She had just finished eating a large portion of melon bread. Her hunger had been satisfied on 765 Pro’s budget. There remained a feeling in her not yet slaked.

She wasn’t dancing as much as she used to. What once was her main output for her energy had been replaced in favor of sitting around the office, letting her sexual urges well up within her. The breeze from the fan called attention to her sweaty body, the clear drops of fluid sliding into her cleavage and across her stomach, leaving a trail towards her loins. Azusa unzipped her jean shorts and tossed them into the corner of the room.

The bud of her clitoris was poking underneath her panties. Her underwear was soaked in a film of clear, viscous honey that had been dripping out of her pussy. The voluptuous idol slid her right leg out of her panties, letting the frilly cloth cover slide down her other leg. She saw that the back of her panties were also stained with an aromatic sweat. Azusa slumped down further on the couch.

She couldn’t see her own waist beyond her breasts. Her hands crawled up her body until reaching her waist. Azusa ran her digit over her exposed clitoris, which had become even harder in the cool room, and rubbed her fingertip across the small protrusion. A small burst of euphoria ran through Azusa’s body, shaking her weighty breasts. She clasped her thumb and forefinger around her clitoris and stuck her fore and middle fingers into the slimy hole in her crotch.

Azusa’s face became red, and sweat poured across her body faster than before. The pleasure grew stronger. increasing more and more with every light touch of her fingers moving her pink pleasure button. Azusa closed her eyes, letting her mind fill itself with no concrete images, only the abstract, yet very present, feeling of her solo live performance.

She didn’t notice the door opening. Ritsuko walked in and saw the gravid Azusa masturbating, gasping at the sight. She slammed the door, coinciding with the moment when Azusa reached orgasm. She let out a small shriek. Her pussy bubbled over with a small puddle of love juices, staining the center of the couch. Azusa returned to a slack position, her body feeling more sensitive than before.

“Azusa...” said Ritsuko, “Is this what you’ve been doing when you’re not at practice? It’s...” Ritsuko bent down to help Azusa get her panties back on, coming to eye level with her idol’s aroused pussy. She inhaled a strong whiff of the natural, feminine scent coming from Azusa’s flower.

“It’s what?” asked Azusa.

“It’s perfectly natural,” said Ritsuko, “Idols aren’t allowed to even date, but you followed your instincts, only to be shut off from contact outside 765 Pro again. It must be frustrating. I’ve seen Kotori giving herself the ten thousand rubs underneath the desk. During office hours. She gave me a few pointers.”

“I thought this was something you were supposed to develop on your own,” said Azusa, sitting her back against the couch, “Everybody has their own singing style, and everybody masturbates in their own way. I’ve been feeling so horny that I had to do it!”

“If there’s two people,” said Ritsuko, folding her business suit on the desk, leaving her in her light green, plain underwear, “then it’s not masturbation.” Ritsuko clutched the edges of Asuka’s shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her breasts, the largest in 765 Pro, were just barely constrained by her bra, still meant for her old cup size.

Ritsuko traced the edges of Azusa’s labia with her fingers, putting her face close to the softly breathing pussy. She licked some of the juice near the top out of with her tongue, savoring the flavor before swallowing it with a smile. She looked up to Azusa from between her legs. The short-haired girl had a mixture of confusion and arousal on her face. “You’d do that for me?” asked Azusa.

“Azusa, your pussy tastes delicious,” said Ritsuko.

“Please, continue,” said Azusa, “I didn’t know it felt so good when it was two girls.”

Ritsuko licked the top of Azusa’s snatch, her tongue briefly passing over the clitoris that Azusa had touched herself only moments ago. Ritsuko’s left hand wrapped itself around Azusa’s thigh, squeezing her ass for support. Azusa’s mouth opened wide in shock. “Ritsuko, your hand is so cold,” said Azusa.

“It’ll get warmer,” said Ritsuko, massaging Azusa’s butt. Her other hand had pushed aside her panties, exposing her dampening lips to the room. She was thrusting her fingers inside her pussy while her wrist brushed up against her clitoris. The sound of Ritsuko’s fingers pushing against her loins while her tongue explored Azusa’s special place filled their ears with a squishy sound that dyed their cheeks red.

Ritsuko’s tongue flicked against the top of Azusa’s pink bump before sliding across her skin to the top of her waist. Ritsuko felt a large clump of hair against her tongue. She looked up beyond her glasses, already glazed over with a light mist, to see the large, silky blue pubic hair. It was smoothed down in certain places; Azusa had been running her fingers through it when she masturbated.

“Azusa, I’m jealous,” said Ritsuko, lowering her head. Her fingers were shot further into her own snatch, giving her a sharp shock in her waist. She talked, her sounds muffled by Azusa’s hot, wet pussy. “Your pubes are so thick. I wish mine were that bushy.” Ritsuko felt the pulsations below her waist. Her muscles were getting tenser, all her energy being focused towards her hole.

“Azusa! I’m going to cum!” Ritsuko said.

She pulled her tongue out of Azusa’s pussy. The rush of the wet, vibrating organ leaving Azusa’s body let her feel one last wave of pleasure, but stopped just short of another orgasm. Azusa watched as Ritsuko stood up and yanked down her panties, kicking them into the same corner as Azusa’s clothes. Her bra straps began to slip off her shoulders, exposing her supple breasts and erect nipples. She used her free hand to unhook her bra in those final moments, her hand’s speed increasing inside her body.

“I love it!” Ritsuko shouted as she reached her climax. She stood in front of the couch, masturbating herself at Azusa’s eye level. Ritsuko pulled her fingers out of her pussy and seductively licked the tip of her middle finger. She extended her hand to Azusa. Azusa lightly sucked on the ring finger, gathering the taste of Ritsuko on her tongue. She swallowed the clear honey.

“Ritsuko, are you okay?” asked Azusa. Ritsuko was clenching her legs together, her hands moving down towards her stomach.

“I have to pee,” said Ritsuko. “Can’t hold it much...”

She released her hands and gave out a large sigh. A sound like rain hitting the roof of a building played through the room. Ritsuko stood in front of Azusa, closing her eyes, spraying a stream of sparkling urine onto the floor. Some of it splashed onto Azusa’s legs. The aroma of sweat, urine and sex gathered in this corner of the office.

Ritsuko fell down to the floor, making a pose of supplication. She bowed her head before Azusa in shame. “This will be the end of me,” said Ritsuko. “I peed in front of the idol I’m producing...”

“Oh, it’s okay,” said Azusa, patting Ritsuko on the head, “We’re all girls. I think that you felt confident enough in our partnership to pee in front of me was really cute.”

There was a knock at the door.

“Don’t come in!” said Ritsuko.

“I already picked the lock,” said a devilish voice beyond the door frame.

“This is really important. We’re all part of this unit,” said another, haughty voice.

The door swung open. Ami and Iori walked in. Iori was holding her stuffed rabbit around the front of her dress. Ami held her hand to her forehead, surveying the scene. A pile of wrinkled clothes in the corner, Ritsuko naked, Azusa spreading her legs on the couch wearing nothing but a bra, and a puddle beneath Ritsuko were all in her line of sight.

“You look like you were having fun,” said Ami. “Can we join in?”

“What?” asked Ritsuko flatly.

“I-it was my idea,” said Iori, stripping down to her underwear, folding her clothes up against Ritsuko’s. Her rabbit was still being held lower than normal. Ami had undressed as soon as she had asked her question, throwing her clothes into the air. Her suspenders had snagged on the ceiling fan, rotating slowly around the upper part of the room.

“Iorin heard you fiddling with yourself during practice, and wanted to help,” said Ami, unhooking Iori’s bra behind her back. “We weren’t going to tell Ricchan, but it looks like she was thinking the same thing.” Iori’s face turned bright red as her breasts, barely big enough to fit in the palm of Ritsuko’s hand, were exposed, her nipples stiffening.

Ami pulled down Iori’s panties, and then walked over to Azusa. She rubbed her senior’s round stomach, admiring the smoothness of it. “Azusa, have your boobs gotten bigger?” asked Ami, putting her hand between Azusa’s cleavage. She grabbed the front of the bra and pulled it downwards, freeing Azusa’s breasts. She moaned as the cold air frisked her nipples, a feeling of relief flowing across her body.

“We care about you, Azusa. As the leader of Ryuuguu Komachi, I... I did something special for you. Be grateful!” she said, holding her rabbit closer to her waist than ever.

“Iorin, you don’t want to get Charles dirty, do you? I’ll set him over here,” said Ami lifting the stuffed rabbit out of Iori’s hands and placing it on the table. “Ta-da!” said Ami, grabbing Iori by the hips and pressing her nipples against her back. Ami was two years younger than Iori, but her breasts were already slightly larger.

“Oh my,” said Azusa, standing up from the couch. She walked closer to Iori and looked down at her waist. Beneath Iori’s finely trimmed pubic hair was a 13-centimeter long, chubby erection with a red tip poking through the top of the foreskin. Azusa poked it with her fingers. Iori winced, taking a step back. This wasn’t a strap on.

“Iori... is that... ?” asked Ritsuko, sitting on the desk’s one cushioned chair. She was starting to become aroused again, but didn’t want to interfere with Ami and Iori’s plans. Ryuuguu Komachi was a team, and their input was as important as hers.

“It’s a dick!” shouted Iori, “The Minase Group gave this to me. It’s te-temporary. I wanted to make you happy, Azusa.”

Azusa smiled and bent down to her knees, finishing removing her bra in the process. She cupped the underside of her breasts with her hands and wrapped them around Iori’s dick. As her nipples slid past Iori’s penis, wrapping the thick rod in the soft flesh of her breasts, Iori tried to hold in her squeals. The pregnant idol licked the tip of the lady dragon poking out between her breasts, teasing the head with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it, then letting go. A string of saliva trailed between Iori’s cock and Azusa’s lips.

Azusa could feel Iori’s member throbbing as a clear, sticky fluid coated the head. Iori’s pussy was also becoming moist. The sexual scents from her lower body were twice as aromatic, making Azusa’s head light.

“Azusa, are you ready? I’m lady!” said Ami, pulling apart her lower lips to reveal her glazed pussy. “Ricchan, you don’t have to feel left out. I want to see you doing it,” said Ami, turning around and flashing her loins at Ritsuko.

“It’s okay,” said Ritsuko, her right hand playing with her pussy under the table, “I’ll... produce you... from here,” her words were broken up by the shocks of warmth brought on by her own hand.

“The demon general!” shouted Ami. Her labia returned to their closed position.

Iori grabbed Azusa by the hand and slowly led her to the carpeted area of the office. She set her on her back, her body in full view. “Azusa, spread your legs a little more,” said Ritsuko from the table. Azusa opened her hips, revealing her pussy. Her breasts shook back and forth, mesmerizing Iori and Ami, as she settled into a comfortable position.

“You’re all wonderful,” said Azusa, “Maybe my true love is here, at 765 Pro.”

“Wait until we’re done before you say that, geez,” said Iori.

Ritsuko was pinching her nipple between her fingers while her other hand continued working at the front of her stage. A pleasured smile was across her face, her eyes looking through the top of her glasses.

Ami spread her legs and sat down on Azusa’s face. Her lower lips rested on Azusa’s mouth, and her pink asshole, slowly squeezing in an out, was in Azusa’s line of sight. Azusa held her hands on Ami’s butt, pushing her up so she could speak. “Ami, what are you doing?”

“Azusa, can you eat my pussy?” asked Ami in her best manipulative voice. “If you’re feeling shy, I can take the first bite - oh, that’s good.” Ami felt Azusa’s tongue slide up her snatch, giving her a fleshy feeling in the lower half of her body. She felt her entire self tense up, and then relax as she got used to the rhythm of Azusa’s tongue gliding back and forth inside her.

Azusa thought Ami’s juices tasted only very lightly sweet, but with her tongue this close to the source, they were as powerful as anything else. The smell and taste of sex filled her mouth and her nose, the slowly replenishing supply of slimy nectar sliding down Azusa’s throat. This feminine taste filled Azusa’s mind with brief thoughts of the other girls of 765 Pro. She wanted to taste them all. Her licking slowed down, enjoying the taste of Ami’s pussy more.

Ami reached down and started playing with Azusa’s nipples. They were more swollen than ever. The texture of Azusa’s areolae had become rougher since her pregnancy. Ami loved the sensation between her fingers, and continued giving pleasure to Azusa as her pussy tightened up.

“Azusa, I’m going to put it in,” said Iori from the other end.

Azusa stopped licking Ami for a moment. “I’m so wet already. Please, go ahead.” She returned to her tongue work.

Iori hesitated. She was familiar with a female’s body, but was uncertain of how fast or how strong to stick her new dick in Azusa. Iori closed her eyes and thrust towards Azusa’s pussy, but lowered her body at the last moment. She felt her head pressing against something wet and tight and round. She grabbed Azusa’s hips and pushed her own forward, feeling the flesh tighten around her penis. Iori opened her eyes.

Her cock was deep in Azusa’s butt, thrusting in and out between the corpulent cheeks. The grip of Azusa’s asshole was strong, its breathing let her cock slide in and out only a few centimeters at a time.

“Ooh, Iorin, you’re going for anal?” asked Ami.

“I have the wrong hole?” asked Iori.

Ritsuko pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She pushed her fingers, dripping with her juices, through a hole made with her other hand. “Iori, it’s okay. You just have to be gentle. Azusa, what do you think?”

Azusa let out a joyous yell. Her body wasn’t used to this kind of sensation. The girls of Ryuuguu Komachi had produced a pleasure that exceeded her horniness brought on by pregnancy. Whatever happened after this would be a letdown.

“Azu... sa... your butt pussy is really tight,” said Iori, moving her dick in and out of the sticky hole. Iori breathed heavily, preparing herself for another round of thrusting. She grabbed onto Azusa’s thigh with her left hand, and moved her right one down to her pussy. Coated in sweat and love juice, she began to rub her clitoris. Her member throbbed harder, approaching its maximum stiffness. The feeling of penetrating and being penetrated at the same time was amazing.

“This is... my first time having anal,” said Azusa, “I was kind of nervous when you did it so suddenly. Keep going, Iori!” Iori matched her rhythm with Azusa’s. Her cock ran against Azusa’s bowels at a steady pace, their pleasures rising in sync.

Ami felt Azusa’s tongue flick across her clitoris, and give another thrust beyond her most lips. She felt an uneasy rumbling in her stomach, coming from more than Azusa’s tongue. “Azusa... I... I...” said Ami, feeling Azusa’s hand pressing against her butt. Azusa continued tasting her junior’s flesh. Ami’s butthole stopped breathing, contracted, and then...

Ami let out a long, squeaky fart. Azusa closed her eyes and coughed as the potent smell mingled with the scents coming from Ami’s pussy. She breathed slowly, the scent dissolving back into the air. Ami held her hands to her stomach, another burst coming from her asshole. The short, rumbling noise and sweaty smell filled the room. Ami blushed, her face breaking out into a wide smile.

“Ami,” said Ritsuko.

“Ami, that’s disgusting!” said Iori. “It’s not ladylike!”

“You’re the girl with the super hard cock,” said Ami. “I know you liked it, Iorin.”

“Tha-that...” Iori stumbled over her words. She could feel it in her body. Ami’s wind had made her cock as hard as it could be. Azusa’s pussy had blossomed a little more, its dark pink interior spreading out before Iori’s eyes. Now that she was fully erect, she was ready to bring Azusa and herself to the peak of satisfaction.

“Ritsuko, Ami, you’re so bold,” said Azusa. “This is turning out to be better than I expected.”

Azusa took a deep breath and brushed her tongue against Ami’s clitoris. Ami jerked her hips up and down as her body neared orgasm. Every lick of Azusa’s tongue was punctuated by another fart. A smoky thrill filled Ami’s waist as her body released all the tension that had been building up inside it.

Ami stopped moving, her butthole returned to its normal state. She panted heavily, moaning under her breath. Ami moved her fingers down to her pussy, feeling it throbbing heavily, and then calming down. “Azusa, that was awesome,” said Ami, rubbing her pussy juice between her fingers. “I haven’t cum that hard ever.” Ami felt a sudden sharpness in her stomach, and clutched it with her other hand.

She stood up, freeing Azusa’s face to the office’s cool air. Azusa continued grunting, feeling Iori’s flesh pounding against her in her butt. “Ami... what is it?” asked Azusa. “Iori, I haven’t cum yet.”

“Me... neither...” said Iori, “I thought this would be quicker.”

“Ricchan, where’s the nearest toilet?” asked Ami.

“You can’t go like that,” said Ritsuko, looking at Ami’s budding chest.

Ami’s expression changed into determination. She found an empty area of tile on the office floor, and squatted down, placing her hands on her knees. Her back was to the wall. She had a great view of Iori and Azusa’s lovemaking from here. Azusa’s position remained unchanged, but with every thrust of Iori’s thick pole into her ass, her breasts jiggled. The curves of her belly looked even more enticing when she wasn’t on top of them.

Iori’s eyes widened in shock. “Ami, the farting was one thing, you can’t...”

“I’m sorry, Iorin,” said Ami, her eyes closing as she felt her butt being pushed open. “Don’t... mind...”

Ami defecated a doughy, ochre-colored clump from her bowels. It plopped onto the floor, and Ami felt a sudden, warming emptiness in her stomach. The scent lingered over the corner of the room. She walked over to the table and picked up a napkin, bending down in front of Ritsuko. She rubbed the paper across her derriere, taunting Ritsuko with her cheeks.

“Ami, I can’t see,” said Ritsuko.

“It’s alright, I’m done,” said Ami, tossing the paper away and going to wash her hands, “Hey, Iorin, Azusa, you finished?”

Iori’s hard, throbbing dick couldn’t hold on for much longer. She could feel a warm, milky substance gathering at the bottom of her waist. The desire to squirt it out was overwhelming. Uncertain if she had enough time to pull out, Iori frantically spoke to Azusa. “This is bad. I’m going to cum. Azusa, may I cum in your ass?”

Azusa politely laughed, reaching out for Iori’s hand. “Let it out inside me.”

“Cumming!” shouted Iori.

A sticky, pale white burst of semen oozed out of Iori’s bright red tip, splattering against the walls of Azusa’s behind. Iori felt a second wave in her pussy, the last traces of her orgasm staining the carpet. Iori looked down and saw her cock fall limp, gently popping out of Azusa’s dark asshole. Her fresh seed dribbled out of the collapsing anus and onto the carpet.

“So warm,” said Azusa, patting her stomach, “Thank you, Iori.”

“It’s the least you should expect from the Minase Group!” said Iori.

“I haven’t cum yet,” said Azusa, “It would be a shame if I didn’t cum at my own party. Leave it up to your big sister. I know all my turn ons. Come over here, my cute little juniors.”

Iori and Ami exchanged looks, and walked over to Azusa once more. Iori’s flaccid penis swung back and forth with her footsteps. “Lay down,” said Azusa. The leader of Ryuuguu Komachi and half of the Futami sisters lowered themselves, Azusa wrapping her arms around their heads.

“My nipples have been aching lately, and my bras have been feeling a little tighter.” Ami and Iori looked disappointed, staring at their own chests and then up at Azusa’s. “Please, relieve my breasts.”

“It was fun touching them. I’d love to suck them!” said Ami. She twirled her tongue around Azusa’s areola, flicking the center of her left nipple. The texture and the color were different than her own. The taste was pleasant, and mildly sweet. Ami grabbed Azusa’s hefty bust with her hand. Her mouth covered all of Azusa’s nipple, taking the flesh around the soft breast into her mouth.

“Sure,” said Iori, going for the right nipple. Her licking was much smoother, giving greater care to the areola before wrapping around the dark nub on Azusa’s breast. Iori slowly changed to a tender sucking motion, drawing the tip of the nipple further into her mouth. The taste was addicting.

“That feels so much better,” said Azusa. “Ritsuko, you too. You’re an idol as well as a producer, aren’t you?”

“What do you want me to do?” asked Ritsuko, kneeling near Azusa.

“Rub your seven colored button against mine. The greatest intimacy,” said Azusa. Her voice was soft and healing. Azusa’s gravure model training shone through in every word. Ritsuko held down Azusa’s arms, inching her hard clitoris and squishy wet pussy near Azusa’s. Their clitorises scratched against each other. Azusa and Ritsuko both pleasantly hummed under their breath.

The wet sound of Azusa and Ritsuko rubbing against each other and the slurping and sucking of Iori’s and Ami’s mouths on Azusa’s nipples filled the room. Azusa lowered her hands down Iori and Ami’s bodies. Her fingers ran up and down Ami’s pussy, while her hand grabbed Iori’s cock by the shaft, caressing it until it got hard. Azusa’s nipples were fully erect, and she could feel the pleasure rising in her pussy once again.

“Another orgasm so quickly? For all of us?” said Ritsuko, “Don’t underestimate an idol’s stamina!”

Ritusko’s nipples were tingling. Her love honey was mixing with Azusa’s, the line between their blossoming flowers vanishing. She could see Azusa’s large belly right in front of her. Ritsuko was struck by its beauty. Azusa didn’t look fat, she looked even curvier than before. The joy on Iori and Ami’s faces as they sucked Azusa’s nipples made her proud of the idols she had produced.

“Everyone, thank you,” said Azusa, approaching the orgasm she had been waiting for, “Iori, Ami, here’s... my present!”

“Mrgh!” Iori and Ami mouthed at the same time. Azusa’s nipples released a sweet, mildly creamy milk into their throats. They swallowed it, feeling the taste wash down their bodies. Ami continued drinking it right away, loving the sugary flavor produced by the sweet Azusa’s breasts. Iori hesitated for a moment, but slowly started sucking more of the refreshing milk.

“I’m glad you love it. I wish we could’ve done this sooner,” said Azusa.

Ryuuguu Komachi hit the final note of their secret live performance in sync. Azusa and Ritsuko felt their pussies beat against each other, the last bit of juice coming out. Ami and Iori came for the last time that afternoon, Iori with both her parts.

“Azusa,” said Ritsuko, removing her glasses to clean the lenses, fidgeting nervously, “May... I... try some of your milk?”

“I have a glass of it in the fridge if you want,” said Azusa.

Ritsuko put her glasses back on and returned to the face of the demon general. “I’d like to try it from the tap.” Iori and Ami stopped immediately, trails of spit and breast milk leading from their mouths. Ritsuko held Azusa’s breasts close together, putting both nipples in her mouth at once. Two small streams of milk were sucked into her mouth. She let the taste flow across her tongue.

“This tastes better than your pussy!” said Ritsuko.

The fan continued to blow. Ami’s clothes rotated about like a perverse chandelier. Azusa sat on the couch once more, Iori and Ami resting at her side. She massaged her breasts, collecting her milk. After her powerful orgasm, it was flowing out thicker and in greater amount than before. The smell of love juices, milk and other things mixed in the air, creating a powerful, but not wholly unpleasant scent.

“A producer has to understand the needs of her idols,” said Ritsuko, “Want to do it again sometime?”

“I can do this many more times,” said Azusa.

“I won’t use the dick next time,” said Iori, opening one of her eyes and muttering something from the couch arm. “You can do so much as a girl. It’s not even needed, really.”

Ami’s eyes perked up, and shot a quick glance at Ritsuko. “What are we going to do when you get pregnant, Ricchan?”

“Ami!” Ritsuko shouted, “I won’t go easy on you at the next practice!”

“Spare me!” said Ami mockingly.

Azusa leaned back and closed her eyes. She didn’t know where she was going to go when she left the studio today, but she knew that as long as Ryuuguu Komachi was beside her, she would never be left unsatisfied.
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