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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Content Warning: Cheating, Exaggerated Anatomy, Inflation, Impregnation

Guilt.
It was something he was supposed to be feeling right now, that was certain. Even with his newfound immunity to his brother’s crest power there still should have been some underlying guilt to sleeping with Sora behind his back. And yet the blond couldn’t feel it anywhere.
Maybe it was because he had been tricked, Takeru was being forced into this position and for the first time considered that the contract might have changed him in ways he hadn’t been told. Sora had only really asked him about Hikari, could she have left out parts about him? Could she have written in the margin that he wouldn’t feel guilty when fucking her?
Then again, Sora could be telling the truth and they could have an arrangement in place. Takeru had a weird open relationship with Hikari, one that survived the contract and to his joy even counted as a concession on his part, like she was the one benefiting from him sleeping around. He was used to sowing his seeds in many exotic gardens, just not his brother’s personal flowerbed. But if it was a public garden perhaps he was only showing support by partaking?
Or maybe he was just a terrible person, and had become so used to getting whatever he wanted with no consequences that he felt no guilt.
However he looked at it, the emotion was absent as he sat in the hallway waiting to be called in to some delicious unknown tryst with his brother’s girlfriend.
He couldn’t say he never thought about it before, Sora was the first girl he’d seen naked. A fourteen-year-old Takeru had been intending to play a prank on his brother while the latter was showering, only Yamato had gone out to a band gig without telling his brother. Yamato had multi-booked the evening, and let Sora stay in the apartment since they cut a date short and she was wet from the rain.
It was a strange night, the image of Sora’s soaped up breasts and his first real look at a cunt had served as masturbation material for months. Especially when Sora, still irritated at Yamato for ending the date early, noticed Takeru’s painful predicament as he apologized to her. And so she demonstrated the proper method for boys to relieve such tension to him all while letting her towel drop to give him an encore.
Yeah, he’d gotten his first handjob because Sora was pissed at his brother. She made it clear latter it was strictly informative and he was not to tell anyone about it. He’d felt guilty that time, although he couldn’t help but wonder in dark whispers if he’d have gotten more if he pushed for it.
A chime on his phone announced it was time for Takeru to enter, and he opened the door to the future in front of him. Sora was lying on the bed, a triad of ribbons the only things obscuring her body.
One wrapped bundle around her back and her breasts, pulling together in a bow over the center of her chest in a way that did nothing to hide her erect nipples.
The second grouping of ribbons wound its way around her pelvis, a simple strip the only thig obscuring her pussy as the rest was decoratively weaved around her thighs and tied together just on top of her clit.
The third was wrapped around her head, ensuring her eyes were closed.
“Come and get it, Big Boy.” She said licking one finger and bringing it down to her nipple. Her body looked even better than he remembered. She had grown up since she was sixteen too.
“Sora?” Takeru yelped in shock. He’d been expecting something like this, but he supposed he wasn’t written to act like it. Words entered his head unbidden as he let her fantasy play out.
“Takeru?” Sora asked in fear, one hand tearing the ribbons obscuring her vision to find the blond staring at her, mouth agape. Her face turned dark red. “What are you doing!? Don’t look!” she grabbed one of the pillows and whipped it at him as he turned around. The other she grabbed to cover her scandalously exposed front.
“Sorry!” Takeru said head facing the door. “Yamato told me to tell you he’d be late with the band today. He said he wouldn’t be coming home at all just crashing in the studio.”
“He did, did he.” Sora said weakly “Does he even remember what today is?”
“I guess not,” Takeru said, “Sorry if I had known I would have reminded him.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re not his keeper.” There was some irony in that, Takeru had saved Sora’s relationship with his brother many times when they were high school sweethearts.
“If there’s anything I can do, just let me know,” he turned his head halfway back to look her in the eye before he realized a pillow was the primary defender of her modesty and snapped his eyes back toward the door.
“No, don’t worry about it.” Sora said, dejected. Takeru wished he could comfort her more, but in this situation his presence might be more of a downer given his similarity to his brother and her undressed state. He turned the doorknob but she called back after him.
“Wait, come here.” he started walking backwards as she laughed. “You can look a little, it won’t do too much damage when I’m covered.” This conversation was getting awfully familiar.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to make things worse than I already have.” Word for word familiar.
“It’s not your fault really. It’s more Yamato’s for putting us in this mess.” she justified, “But Takeru, you realize it would be very unfair to me if this leaked out to anybody, since it wasn’t my fault.” he nodded “And I can tell it’s unfair for you to have to walk around like that since it wasn’t your fault. So I recommend a compromise. I’ll soothe you, and you tell no one.”
At least she wasn’t offering to teach this time. But even with the slight change, Takeru was surprised Sora remembered this conversation so well. No, more than just remembering it, she was actively choosing to recall it to fulfill her fantasy.
“I can’t complain.” he stated, as good a deal now as it was then, hopefully he’d get more this time. Well he probably would, unless Sora got off from giving handjobs. He hid a smile as he watched the girl reach one arm forward to play with the button of his pants.
It took her surprisingly little effort to get his pants down his ankles with just one hand. She looked appraisingly at the tent forming in his underwear before pulling them down to reveal his glory.
“What the fuck?”
‘What the fuck?’ was right. His cock was swollen longer and thicker than ever before, and he wasn’t even fully erect. His balls too had grown to the point where he couldn’t hold both of them in one hand. How was he supposed to sit? The contract had indeed changed him without his knowledge.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Hikari’s free hand shoot into her waistband as she anticipated her own one on one time with that monster.
Sora let the pillow drop, exposing herself as she wrapped both hands around Takeru’s cock and brought him to full length, which he estimated as being at least fifteen inches long and a bit less than three inches thick. “It sure is lucky you don’t have any practicality issues, with a dick this big.” Sora said, flipping him a wink.
He understood what she meant. That contract had been thorough; he didn’t need to worry about anything. He had an impossibly big dick and could use it without hurting anyone including himself.
“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Takeru said, enjoying the now mostly uncovered view of Sora’s chest. Her breasts were certainly bigger now, and he wondered if he’d be able to fuck them with is enlarged dick or if he was now too big for her to wrap them around.
“Yamato’s nowhere near this big.” Sora marveled as she pumped hard enough to make her boobs bounce. She could feel every vein throb in his loins as she jerked him off. “Not even close.”
“What can I say, never settle for the prototype when you can have the final product.” Sora nodded, not really listening just focusing on his dick. The redhead made quite the picture, enticed by his hard cock, working her elbows to make him moan while her still ribbon bound breasts jiggled as much as they could. Between her legs, the discarded pillow began to dampen with her moisture.
As Sora continued to strangle his monster, Takeru was done in by his memories. He blew, painting Sora’s head and chest white with a fountain of cum. Even for him there was more than usual, and Sora lost herself in the smell and the feel of the warm liquid as it baptized her into becoming Takeru’s slut.
One hand shot to her slit as the other brought cum to her lips. It was surprisingly delicious, she needed to let the younger boy walk in on her more often. Maybe she could be on his bed next time? Clearly he’d appreciate her gift more than Yamato did. She could appreciate his ‘gift’ too, she thought as she raised one breast to her mouth to lick cum off the top.
Pulsing veins signaled that Takeru liked her show, and Sora was honestly surprised at that recovery time. As wonderful an idea as a perpetually hard dick was, it had not been a change she made so it came as a most pleasant discovery. Much like how her initiative to triple the volume of his cum mixed with his own modifications for wonderfully messy results. Gulping in anticipation she moved on to the next step sooner than intended.
“Hey Takeru, I have a new deal for you. You can tell anyone, except Yamato, everything we do here. In exchange let me worship that massive cock properly.”
Takeru pretended to think, as if he needed to or had a choice. “I guess that seems fair.”
Permission granted, Sora energetically pounced, licking and kissing his wondrous tip until she was sure she’d cleaned up all the miraculous juices left behind. Once she’d properly cleaned the head she began to kiss her way down the underside of his shaft until she arrived at his egg sized balls, the source of the sweet nectar.
Taking each testicle in her mouth in turn, she sucked on his scrotum, tongue massaging what it could. One of her hands slowly stroked his shaft as she suckled his balls and looked up at him with lust clouded eyes. The other hand was at her core, brushing the ribbon aside to begin stretching her already wet slit. She would need to be ready for his sheer size.
Takeru groaned as he felt the tongue juggling his ballsack and saw the needy look on her face. Had the sensitivity changed along with the size? Or was Sora just this overwhelmingly good at giving head? She winked at him as she gave him a long lick from base to tip on the underside of his cock, making him shudder.
“Feel free to cum at any time.” she said with another wink, brushing back her hair before devouring the cock before her never breaking eye contact. She could only force her head down two thirds of the way before she stopped. She suppressed a gag around his dick even as she stopped, throat bulging she pulled back until his tip was in her mouth to be caressed by her tongue, then she pushed down. Taking him further every thrust, as she sped up her worship.
Takeru let one hand drop down and tore away the ribbon ‘confining’ her breasts to cup her tits. Cup was the polite word, he groped and squeezed as he wanted. Pawing at her breasts like an adolescent. Sora didn’t care, it turned her on more, to feel him doing as he liked as she tried to force her way to the base. With the sheer sexuality of the situation Sora found both her hands making it do Takeru’s buttocks as she took all of him for the first time.
She sat there for a good minute. His cock impossibly down her throat, as she breathed through her nose and looked at him in lovingly, her hands grasping and fondling his ass as he did the same to her bosom. their movement stopped as they waited, Takeru loving how every breath massaged and worked his cock.
Then Takeru flicked Sora’s nipple, and she pulled all the way off his cock, slurping loudly as she went and covering his cock in saliva. “Do you like this baby?” Sora asked.
“It’s amazing,” He answered as honestly as he could, short of words to describe these sensations.
“That’s wonderful. A cock like this deserves all the pleasure it can get.” She kissed it again before opening her lips wide to take him again. She kept her hands on his ass, using them to both steady herself and allow her to bounce more energetically, and maybe she was grabby a feel here and there. Her breasts bounced energetically from her actions, and from this angle when she went deep he could see the curve of her rear protruding from behind her head.
Sora began to make moans of her own, the vibrations stimulating him further as her warm and wet moth continued its sloppy blowjob. Takeru’s cock throbbed in her mouth, enticing Sora to the treasures yet to come. Working harder, faster, tighter, Sora faced the monster cock down, until Takeru could take it no more and grabbed the back of her head. Forcing her to the base as he unloaded directly down her swollen throat.
She swallowed every drop and he relaxed his hold, even then she didn’t pull off, bobbing her head a few more times before taking the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, ensuring it was clean.
“Thanks for that Sora” he said, relaxing on the bed.
“No, no. I should be thanking you. But you aren’t done yet are you?” she asked jacking him lightly again, He perked up. “Good, because this cock is so amazing I want it in every hole, raw. I won’t let this chance pass me by.” Sora said as she laid kisses down the side of his recovering cock.
Giving a playful swat he separated her from his shaft, turning the girl around on her hands and knees, using his hands to spread her cheeks and reveal the ribbon covering both her holes as he ran his cockhead against her slit. She pushed her hips back into him but he grabbed the round orbs of her ass and stopped her.
“Not yet,” he teased pulling away “I want you good and desperate before I take that hole.”
Sora whimpered, unsure of how much more desperate she could get. Her body was a temple, her orifices were offerings, ready to sacrifice themselves to that heavenly cock. She wiggled her hips side to side enticingly; how much clearer did she need to make it?
Then she felt one of his strong hands pull her makeshift underwear aside, exposing her dripping cunt and puckered asshole. He brought his oversized dick to the latter, applying just enough pleasure to make her feel it without entering her tight rear.
The cock had no lubrication aside from the liberal amounts of saliva and even with her modifications Sora knew there was no way that big thing would fit without a bottle of lube coating it. She doubted her ass could handle the monster even with lube, if not for magical assurance. instead all that came out was one long sultry moan as she imagined being ass fucked by the cock of her fantasies.
With a glance to the far more helpful Hikari, Takeru made it so he didn’t need any lube, a change he’d really should get around to making permanent one of these days. Then he pushed just a little bit more and watched Sora’s shoulders jolt as his cockhead broke into her rear.
Feeling him force inch after girthy inch into her, Sora’s fingers dug into the sheets and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she cried out in pleasure and pain. “It’s so big, so amazing.” she said, as if those words could convey one tenth of the splendor she felt.
“So tight.” Takeru returned. And he meant it too, perhaps it was just how big he was now, but Sora’s ass felt like the tightest little hole he ever fucked. He felt a barrier as he pushed, and pulled back slightly trying to thrust his way through. But no matter how hard he tried, long or short strokes, he could only fit two thirds of his length in Sora’s tight rear.
Sora was looking the other way, staring at the camera with eyes glazed over in pleasure as her pussy gushed her orgasm onto the bed. Her ass was on fire and she loved the way it her sphincter was expanding even as it squeezed tight in rebellion. The thought that Takeru might have more dick to give was foreign to her, her ass could not feel more full.
“Sooo gooood.” Sora moaned, “Fuck me harder.” He obliged shaking his hips faster as he pumped in and out of Sora’s needy ass. The vibrations from their frantic sex having long since rattled all the decorations off the headboard.
One of them was a picture of Sora and her fiancé, taken shortly after they got back together, and was now staring up at her accusingly. ‘Sorry dear’ Sora thought, or perhaps yelled. She reached one hand out to turn the picture away so she would not have to face its accusing glare.
She failed, one arm not enough to brace herself from the rough pounding Sora collapsed in bliss. Face down, ass ever so slightly raised where Takeru used it however he liked, she stayed in that degrading position until Takeru had his fill and pulled out to cover her back in another dousing of warm seed.
With Takeru no longer drilling her into the bed Sora found the energy to lift one shaky hand and burry the picture frame under a pillow.
She felt a pair of hands on her breasts, propping her he back up to her knees as her arms naturally moved to support her weight. She felt a thick cock pressing against her gushing entrance and knew the silent question even as he voiced it.
“Do you want to take a break?”
Her body was quivering, either with weakness from the previous orgasm or with anticipation for the next. Much of her smooth skin was covered in sticky cum, and what wasn’t was drenched in her own sweat. Her ass was still gaping, hoping he could cum back inside.
No matter what shape she was in, so long as she had strength Sora would continue to satisfy that massive monument to male sexuality. “Please Fuck me. Let me feel your amazing dick. Give this dirty cunt what it needs.” she begged.
How could he say no to such a fuckable bitch? Takeru started gyrating his hips, the head went in first, almost fully withdrawing before slamming in deeper. The he continued, burying more of himself in her twat with each thrust until his dick was kissing her cervix. He briefly wondered about that barrier then thrust deeper, effortlessly fucking her womb.
“You’re so goddamn big” Sora whined. “I’ve never been this full before in my life.” she began to rock her hips to meet his thrusts. Big cocks were always enticing to Sora, as she believed was true of most heterosexual women. One of yamato’s best traits was that large dick of his. But this was a whole other level, she’d never had her womb fucked before.
“What are you talking about?” Takeru asked. “I’m not even all the way in yet.” To punctuate the comment he thrust even deeper, letting his hips and balls slap her as he took her to the base. Sora screamed in pleasure. How could her body even stretch this much to accommodate him? She didn’t care, all that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure she felt as her cunt milked him.
Forcing a look over her shoulder Sora noted Takeru’s indulgent expression before his bucks forced her face back to the camera. For all his stamina and composure, that single look of ecstasy told Sora the blond was enjoying this as much as she was, more maybe.
“Fuck my little cunt. I want your cum. Please.” she continued to beg him for as long as her words kept coherence. His dick was just so good she couldn’t take it. Sora desperately wished she’d made this more than a one-time fling in her contract so she could feel this godly pleasure again and again.
Hikari, better be thankful. And Mimi. And Miyako. And even Meiko, apparently.
Fuck! Why did she have to suffer alone? A few more slaps of his balls against her clit in a way that made her cunt spasm in shame and Sora didn’t care. If she only got this romp she would enjoy this gigantic dick to her fullest.
Takeru bent over her and grabbed her wrists, painfully pulling them back and then up, taking her body with them as the redhead was forced into a kneeling position. Hikari gasped at the new scene but no one else cared why. Sora was trapped, his thrusts pushed her forward as his arms pulled her back, her body turned into a ragdoll from the pleasure.
“I’m close.” Takeru breathed, pushing hard as he fought his orgasm.
“In me please, I need to feel it.” Sora pleaded over and over.
“Take it bitch.” Takeru announced. Sora swore she could feel the added pressure as his cum worked its way up his cock. She knew she could feel every shot as it pumped into her womb. There was so much, her belly began to swell before any of his white fluid left her used hole.
Sora collapsed again, almost pulling off of Takeru, but the blond wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled his large cock out, ignoring the geyser of cum that shot out of her cunt, and flipped the malleable girl over on to her back. Trailing one hand to her gaping pussy he slipped four fingers in all the way to the third knuckle.
“Look at this bitch.” he remarked, with a possessive smirk “So loose, I bet you want even be able to feel small cocks after this.”
“I don’t want any small cocks. I just want your massive dick.” Sora shrieked.
“You size queen.” The blond teased as he picked up her hips and stood on the bed. Sora’s shoulders and head were the only parts of her on the bed as Takeru rubbed his cock against her slit, “If you want it so much then beg for it.”
The answer was immediate. “Please, I need it. I need that big amazing cock of yours to fill my desperate cunt. Only you can give it to me the way I want. I beg you. Shove that hard dick of yours inside and use me. Ruin me for other men.”
He gave in, lining his cock up then pile driving her into the bed. He went balls deep in one thrust, and noticed in glee as a thick bulge appeared in the girl’s stomach. His cock was so big you could literally see it through her. Sora’s own eyes were unfocused in lust, so he didn’t bother pointing it out to her as she writhed beneath him.
A nasty, wicked, evil idea entered Takeru’s head as he pounded her into oblivion. He felt his dick jump inside the redhead as he brought the words to his lips “You really are a dirty slut, aren’t you. Screaming beneath me behind my brother’s back.”
“Yes, I’m such a nasty whore.” Sora called back, loving the dirty talk. “Fuck me better than he could.”
“Between my cock and my brothers who’s do you like more?”
“Yours.” no hesitation, just the truth. “I fucking love this huge cock. I love the way you pound it inside me.”
“If you had to pick between my brother and my cock who would you choose.”
She looked confused, lost in lust as she was. “I just said I pick you.”
“Not me.” Takeru corrected, slowing his pace so she would listen “If you had to pick between living the rest of your life with my rockstar of a brother, or occasionally getting the chance to service my cock, which one is more important to you.”
Sora bit her lip, unwilling to give what they both knew was the proper answer. Takeru put the screws to her, speeding up and drilling her harder into the bed. Sora moaned and whimpered and then finally released her revelation.
“Your Dick. I love your dick so much more than him.” she admitted to herself.
“Is that so.” Takeru said, loving every second. He loved the tightness of this hole around him. He loved how perverted Sora was acting. He loved how much power he held over the girl.
He loved how the couple he regarded as perfect through most of his teens could be so easily wedged apart. The audacity drove him on.
“But you know.” Takeru continued “I find that a little insulting. I mean he is my brother, how could you betray him like this?” Takeru demanded.
“I’m sorry Takeru, I didn’t mean to insult you.”
Takeru clicked his tongue and slowed his pace. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. If you want me to finish inside look at the camera and do it properly.”
Sora did, focusing on the camera for the first time now that Takeru brought it into their game.
“I’m sorry Yamato.” she said as Takeru picked up his thrusts. “I’m just too weak, and your brother’s cock is too good. Can you ever forgive me for being such a perverted woman? I don’t think I can live without this dick anymore.”
With that Takeru granted the redhead her reward. Unleashing enough seed inside the older girl to yield bliss so strong she wondered if she had ever truly experienced an orgasm before today. Then Takeru worked his hips up enough for the final splashes of bubbling cum to mark Sora’s face and shoulders.
“I’m not quite done with you yet,” The blond teased, walking over to the dresser to grab Sora’s phone. “If my cock is really so important to you, we ought to let the world know.”
Sora understood. She took her mouth and nursed her ‘New Boyfriend’ to full health. Then when it was good and erect she kissed the side of Takeru’s massive cock while taking a selfie. Exposing her cum covered body to the world. A quick snapchat filter with the text ‘Chilling with the Bae’ and a heart surrounding her and the cock. With a nod from Takeru, she uploaded it as her new profile picture, not that anyone but the three of them would notice. Then she dived right back into servicing the wonder cock.
Sora was perfectly ready to give Takeru more head as her body prepared for the next round but Takeru had other ideas, pulling her off his massive cock as he lay down on the bed.
“I have a new deal for you Sora.” Takeru said. “It’s a fairly good deal. You can stay with Yamato, marry him, do whatever you want. And to sweeten the deal, you will be my call girl, coming over to pleasure my cock whenever I like. Doesn’t that sound good?”
Getting regular access to this massive cock? And not feeling like an outsider with the other female chosen? All while harmlessly playing off the fantasy of cheating on her fiancé? “It would be amazing.”
“That’s what I thought.” Said Takeru, “I’m really giving up a lot here, so in return you have to bear my children, whenever I want you to.”
He had one hand grasp his oversized member, pointing it straight up enticingly. “It’s up to you. Walk away now and go back to your old life, no harm no foul.
“Or, if you truly can’t live without my cock. If you’d prefer to be my personal slut, come here and you’ll start immediately. Ride my cock and we’ll have true babymaking sex until you are carrying my kid.”
Sora paused, this was not in her scenario. Takeru had taken her starter in that contract and run away with it, and every step had driven her deeper in lust. But the blond did have powers, and by all accounts they could manipulate the fabric of reality. If she took this deal and Takeru was being serious then she just might end up pregnant with his kid, despite her pills, regardless of the time in her cycle. It was as possible as his tantalizingly large cock.
Should she speak out? Break the scenario to voice her concerns before she betrayed the last shred connecting her and Yamato? Not doing something because she didn’t want to betray Yamato, that had a familiar ring. Sora remembered back when she was altering who she was as a person just so she wouldn’t betray the blond. If anything this would be retribution, after all Takeru at least cared enough about his girls that he noticed when they changed and tried to fix it while Yamato just drowned in the extra sex.
But he was still her fiancé for a reason.
Sora slowly walked toward the bed, swinging her hips as she went, transfixed by the one eyed monster.
“You know, Yamato better be damned grateful” she said, swallowing, turning toward the door but not braking her gaze. Even Takeru’s cock wasn’t worth wasting all those years of effort.
…on the other hand.
She stopped in the threshold and turned back “Damned grateful.” she repeated. Then looking at her self-made fantasy, hooked by his magically enhanced allure, she sensuously moved closer to her dream come true, unable to pull away.
“Damned.” she said crawling on top of the bed and taking hold of Takeru’s massive cock. “At least the kids he’ll be raising will be related to him.”
And then she took the tip into her pussy.
Takeru laughed like a megalomaniac as his brother’s fiancé agreed to be his breeding sow in return for the honor of servicing him. She was truly such a depraved woman, lowering her hips and sealing her fate with a massive orgasm.
“Fuck, so good.” Sora breathed as she reached his base, knowing she had made the right decision. How many more secret trysts could they have in the name of getting her pregnant? The promise of future endeavors spurred her on; and If Takeru was willing to embrace his powers they could get into some truly delicious scenarios.
“It’s your fault” she whined, as she rocked her hips on that massive cock. “You better take responsibility.”
“I thought we agreed my brother would take responsibility.” Takeru teased as his hands shot up to play with her chest.
“Not that,” she groused as another orgasm washed over her, “You need to take responsibility for what a slut I’ve become. And make sure to satisfy my cunt often. Let Yamato deal with the bratz you have to take care of me.”
“Don’t worry bitch. I’ll give you what you need.” Takeru smirked, thrusting up to match her. His energy spurred her own, and soon Sora was lifting herself up and letting gravity deliver super strong thrusts that made her stomach budge with pleasure. She went higher harder, still not quite able to grasp just how good Takeru’s cock felt.
There was a snap, and Sora felt her center of gravity shift. It became clear that one corner of the bed was now lower than the other three. They had actually fucked hard enough to break the bed, the bed she shared with Yamato.
Symbolic.
The boy’s arms were soon at her sides, propping her up. “I don’t recall saying you could stop.”
That was right, Sora reminded herself. She still had a job to do and she wasn’t going to stop until the blond’s swimmers found their target. She resumed thrusting into the blond, now noticeably shifting the bed with every action. Takeru curled his head up to suck on her tits, forcing Sora to throw her head back in ecstasy as her brain went silly.
She wasn’t consciously aware of what happened next or how much time passed until Takeru brought her back to the present.
“Get pregnant.” he said, pumping his copious seed into her baby factory. She cried out in pleasure, drowning out anything he said as his cum forced her womb to expand, she almost looked four months pregnant already.
“With this much I’ll be sure to have your kid.” She assured, then looked towards the bed. “We should probably stop now though.”
“If you want to.” Takeru said, their contracts now fulfilled. Hikari stopped filming and was now pulling her skirt back up, she was looking forward to watching it later with Takeru. Maybe while she had one hand pumping his new equipment.
Sora grew flustered as reality overtook her. “But seriously, you two owe me big time. What am I going to tell Yamato about the bed? And it will take forever to get this place to stop smelling of sex.”
“Boy do I hope that bed was fixed.” Takeru intoned.
“Well hoping won’t do anything. What should I say? Will he believe me if I tell him I was just sitting on it? But I never sit on it.” She saw the blond’s teasing face and the brunette’s patronizing stare. “What’s so- You! Takeru you can make it so Yamato believes me right? And you owe me money to fix it. Oh who am I kidding you can’t afford that.”
Takeru laughed and rolled his eyes to Sora’s annoyance. “Well I could but,” he turned toward his girlfriend. “Hey Hikari don’t you hope the bed was fixed.”
“I sure do.” The younger girl giggled and pointed at the bed. Sora turned around instinctively and immediately recoiled. The frame wasn’t broken? She got down on her hands and knees to inspect. It had broken, she felt it break, still remembered the slant to the mattress, but now…
“Broken.” Sora said, not talking about the bed. “That power is way too broken.”
“We’ve done cleanups before.” Hikari laughed. “Don’t you wish this room had no trace of your little affair?” The brunette walked out of the room as she said it, just to be sure her camcorder would not be affected.
Sora certainly did hope that. It would save her hours getting the stench of sex out of the room, not to mention all the blankets she had to clean. As she looked around cum immediately vaporized, the pillows and blankets on the bed were neatly arranged and folded. Herself and Takeru’s body were suddenly covered in the clothes they had been wearing hours earlier. Even the ribbon Sora had initially adorned herself with had been fixed and was now resting in its proper place in her sewing chest.
“A-Amazing, maybe we could go another round or two?”
“Better not.” Said Hikari, “I almost stopped you guys anyway, Yamato should be home soon and while we could deal with that, if Sora is immune I’d rather not risk it.”
The others agreed, to avoid a potentially awkward situation more than anything else, and made their way down to the foyer.
“But you know Sora, I’m a little shocked you remember that so vividly. You know, the start.” Takeru said.
The older girl laughed “I bet you never forgot that huh. But it’s not that strange, I learned a lot about myself that day too, like how hot it was to mess around with another boy behind Yamato’s back.”
“I’m glad you liked that part, I spent the next weak terrified that Yamato would kill me.”
“You were so obvious about that, I think even Taichi realized something happened between us. But know Yamato knew, set it up even.”
“Wait what?” Hikari blurted, Takeru for his part was in shock.
“Yeah, I told you we were a little open, didn’t I? Well you were fourteen, and we started dating when we were fourteen, so Yamato didn’t want you get discouraged about not finding a girl when he did, but also couldn’t find any girl willing enough to do a one-night stand kind of thing with a fourteen-year-old. So he ‘forgot’ you were supposed to come over ‘remembered’ he had to leave early on our date and ‘forgot’ to get home quick after band practice.”
Takeru’s world was still in question as Sora continued, “And it worked, mostly. After that you became a total flirt and started hanging around with girls more. You probably would have gotten a real girlfriend too if Meiko hadn’t shown up.”
“But,” Takeru floundered “Taichi, was the one who told me to do the shower prank, was he in on this too?”
“God no.” Sora said “I stole his phone, sent the texts, and deleted the conversation after, and you were to embarrassed to bring it up with him. Just as planned.”
She smiled wistfully “Well almost, as far as Yamato knows I kept my towel on for the hand job, and the situation really got to me. It was so hot, the way Yamato trusted me with another boy and how you innocently went along with whatever I wanted. I got off to that damn O-face of yours for months. I almost fucked you there, one of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t give you my virginity that night. Sure would have been a fun barb to throw at Yamato.”
“Your, virginity?” Takeru asked, although there was little point. He knew Yamato and Sora didn’t start having sex until senior year of high school. The prospect that he could have, at such a young age, stolen the virginity of his older brother’s girlfriend was making him so hard he was scared his pants would not be able to take the stress. And she said she regretted it not happening too, did that mean he could…
“Well.” Hikari said, loudly cutting across his train of thought, “I adore the moment Takeru and I gave each other our virginity and would be completely devastated if anything happened to change that.”
“Hikari, are you jealous?” Sora asked in disbelief, Hikari had been so willing for Takeru to get laid before.
“Nothing to be jealous of.” Which was true, it wasn’t jealousy, but a warning, a very pointed warning at Takeru. He threw his arms around his girlfriend, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “You won’t change my opinion by cuddling me.” she laughed.
Takeru was shaking, Hikari wrapped, her arms around him, adding comfort to her voice. “Takeru are you okay?” Hikari asked, rubbing her hands up and down his back. “It’s fine I’m not mad. I already knew about you and Sora.”
“It’s not that,” he sniffed, raising his head to look at her with pure relief. “That’s the first time you’ve tried to pressure me into having less sex in months. I’m just so glad you’re back.”
Hikari had nothing to say to that, because she realized it was true. Ever since their two-week anniversary she had done nothing but goad him further even when she ought to say no. For the first time she realized how odd that was. And so she just held him, letting him find comfort in her arms.
Sora cleared her throat, reminding the couple this was not their home. “Cute as this is, Yamato will be home soon and unless you want to stay for a real visit you’d best scram.”
Takeru nodded and walked into the kitchen, where the leash was still tied to the column. With deft skill he untied it and hooked it back onto Hikari’s collar. Just because she was sane now didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy her fantasies. She settled in naturally, only moving when she felt pressure around her neck, and before long they were out the door.
“Takeru,” Sora called. “A bit of advice. Hikari told me you were a little hesitant to use that power outside the bedroom, But keep in mind Yamato, Taichi and I are only where we are because of our powers. They suck sometimes but they can do incredible good. Especially yours. And if you save a few million lives, no one is going to begrudge you being a little selfish. So long as everyone is okay with it, no issue bucking a few societal norms here and there.”
That last bit was actually directed towards the bedroom, Takeru noted. He wondered if Sora noticed the way her hand rested tentatively on her belly, or the fact that her most persistent hope was still:
I hope he really did force me to keep that last deal
He hadn’t, she was free from his clutches, but with this conversation did she want to be?
Fuck it, he’d fix it later if he needed to. The bubble turned green, and Takeru felt immense satisfaction as his future sister in law was condemned to be his fuck toy and breeding sow. He turned away, trying to hide his growing tent. “I’ll call you.” he said, hurrying away and pulling Hikari behind him.
They made it to the train in record time, once on the train old hopes kicked in and the couple could safely be ignored. So he could safely confess what he’d just done. “Did I do the right thing?” he asked.
“Well Sora wanted it right?” he nodded “And she has an open relationship, right?” another nod “And It’s not like you plan on actually forcing Sora to have a kid she doesn’t want, it’s just a sex thing.” a final nod.
“Then what’s the harm right? Everyone wanted it and everyone benefits.” she smiled up at him “I could understand if you were giving a girl a child she didn’t want. And I’ll kill you if you leave me for some broad you knocked up, but if someone wants a pump and dump and inseminate who are you to say no?”
“You’re still giving me way too much freedom.” Takeru challenged.
“Maybe,” Said Hikari, “But it’s harmless fun, and” she closed the distance until her lips were centimeters away from his “I find the idea oh-so-much fun.” They started to make out for a while.
Eventually they broke away and Takeru asked. “Are you going to make good on the promise you made on the ride up?”
“Nope.” Hikari shook her head, “With your new gift, I wouldn’t want to stop at the right station.” he leaned in for another kiss.
“Have I told you how much I love that you can say ‘no’ now?”
“Maybe once or twice. But I don’t think I’ve told you how happy I am you fought to get me back, even against myself.” she sighed “Don’t worry I intend to show you just how grateful I am all night long.” she rocked her hips into his as both of them felt his pent up tension. “But also I’m a little mad at you. Why did you hide these powers from me?”
The real reason was, of course, he was afraid she would think he’d manipulated her, but not trusting your girlfriend is a horrible defense to give your girlfriend.
“I guess I was scared. It was all so surreal, and at that point I couldn’t believe what was happening myself. I’d finally started dating you, what if you thought I was crazy.”
“I wouldn’t have; we’ve been through crazier.”
“I know.”
“But I would have been so much help. You could have made us immune for other people trying to change us, then this never would have happened.” like he would have thought of that. “Or we could have made our lives easier. You could make me better at school-”
“I did.”
“- or we could have our own house, with a fortune.” she closed her eyes. “I’m picturing something, do it.”
I hope we could have a fancy home with guaranteed financial success
Takeru was a little hesitant, it was clearly cheating. But then he’d cheated before, even won the lottery off cheating, and he was curious how this would work.
“Okay, it’s done. Any other complaints?”
“None for today.” Hikari said “I don’t want to linger on it, instead I want to imagine what I’ll do to you tonight.”
Back in Odaiba they rushed of the station. Given Hikari’s newfound freedom it was mutually decided Takeru’s house would be their destination, since Hikari’s still had the enchantment that would make them fall back into master/slave roles. But when they got to the Takaishi apartment a surprise awaited.
Natsuko opened the door, home before midnight for the first time seemingly since Takeru graduated. “Oh, good. You’re here, I was just about to call.” the woman said. “Hikari you can come in too, but we might be a while.” The pair followed her into the kitchen where four people in suits were waiting thee on one side of the table, and a fourth on the other. Two bottles of sake were opened, and six glasses poured out.
The man on the lonely side of the table sprung up and rushed over to Takeru, bowing and looking up. “Hello I’m Mr. Matsuda. I am a lawyer representing your mother, don’t worry I have your back.” The man was old, his hair mixed with silver and age had not been kind to his face, but Takeru still felt he could trust him.
“And these are?” he looked at the other three, two of them were the very picture of salarymen, one was completely unremarkable while the other’s most distinctive feature was that he looked as old as Matusda, although he wore the age with more dignity. In between the two men sat a woman in a suit and skirt, a pair of sunglasses adorning her face despite the fact they were inside and the sun would set in a few hours.
The woman spoke up.
“We are agents of Mr. Miller. and The Daily Bulletin.” the woman said. The younger man to her right called up at the sight of Hikari.
“Hey! What’s with her. Mr. Miller was clear that as few people as possible should know about this.”
Natsuko laughed in the face of the glares she received. “Hikari would find out about it anyway, especially with that contract. Is mister Miller really afraid of one girl with no connections to his company.”
That pacified the lawyers although it did not please them. “Let’s get on with it.” the woman said. Despite her thick shades designed for fashion over utility, Takeru could still tell her eyes were glued to his mother, fixed in an icy glare that Natsuko was either unaware of or immune to.
Right, right,” Mr. Matsuda said pulling out a hello kitty brief case, why did they even make those? He pulled out a document and handed it to Takeru. As Shades lady explained the papers.
“This is a document pertains to your recent employment with The Daily Bulletin. While your contract allowed you to be let go at any point during the trial period without any official reason given, it has come to our attention that there may have been ulterior motives behind your unprecedentedly quick termination for which even that contract may not sufficiently defend. Given these extenuating circumstances we have drafted a new contract we believe you will find agreeable.
“According to this new contract you will not, either via a court of law or in any media, including social media, hold The Daily Bulletin, or Mr. Miller responsible for your contentious employment. You disavow any claims to challenge them and agree not to criticize them in public discourse. You will also seek to minimize the number of people who know about your one hour of employment with The Daily Bulletin.
“In return, Mr. Miller will transfer from his estate to yours an amount of five hundred million yen, to be paid for in allowances of ten million yen over the next fifty years, indexed to inflation as it changes. This value can be revoked if Mr. Miller finds you are not acting in accordance with the agreement. Furthermore, you will receive the deed to a luxury condo,” At this Mr. Matsuda handed pictures to Takeru, and the blond had to admit he was surprised that such a large ordinate space could be called a condo. “In Tokyo. The deed will be transferred immediately and all the furniture will be included. You will exercise discretion when telling anyone where you received these assets.”
Her eyes clanked to the other lawyers in the room “Have I missed anything?”
“No I think that’s about all.” Matsuda said.
“This is all kinda sudden” Takeru said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It would be best for everyone if this is dealt with promptly.” the other old lawyer said.
Takeru wasn’t stupid, people would be lucky to get a five-million-yen settlement if they were terminated when the contract said it was okay, this was highly unusual. Was this all from what he and Hikari had done on the train? “But why?”
Shades did not look at him, instead her gaze was boring into Natsuko as she answered. “There were extenuating circumstances, and in an effort of damage mitigation all parties have agreed it would be best if you were not told those circumstances.”
“Miller.” Hikari said with a gasp. She looked at Takeru with a glance that said ‘Don’t feel guilty, you deserve this. It’s not that bad. Sign the contract and keep your mouth closed.’
‘But why?’ he returned, nonverbally.
‘You don’t want to know, it’s for the best.’
Takeru sighed. Everyone in the room was hoping he would sign the contract, and all the women in the room were hoping he never found out why. He gave in, signing and initialing where Matsuda directed him to.
They immediately photocopied and took pictures of the contract before the lawyers started to leave. Matsuda handed Takeru a card. “If you ever need anything, I’m the best.” he said, as if Takeru had more to want for.
“So, where were you all day?” Natsuko asked, blatantly ignoring the more obvious conversation.
“We went up to visit Sora for the day.” Hikari supplied as eager to dally in small talk.
“Just Sora? You went and visited your brother’s fiancé and not him? Why would you ever do that?” Takeru and Hikari shared a blush.
“It was to plan a surprise him but he canceled.” Hikari filled in obviously lying, “In fact don’t tell anyone.”
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” shades lady said on her way by.
“Rotten as yours may be?” Natsuko shot back.
After that frigid exchange all conversation floundered until after the lawyers left.
“But Miss Takaishi, why did you let me stay for that?” Hikari asked, “It was kind of private.”
“Hey you were the one who got him to sign.” the woman said, “Besides I figured it would affect you about as much given how you to are dating.”
“Mom we aren’t really-”
“Takeru you took her to France to meet your grandparents.” Natsuko shot “And don’t say it isn’t serious. Working on that was tough, but when I came home at two in the morning I was exhausted, not deaf. And miss Yagami here has an amazing pair of lungs. Just because I ignore it doesn’t mean I don’t hear it.”
Apparently ignoring something was different from not noticing. He’d keep that in mind for future hopes.
“So I figured if Hikari isn’t moving in with you next week, she will be in a year. She might as well know how you got it so suddenly. It really his prime real-estate, the bottom of the building is connected to a main line, you can get pretty much anywhere in Japan in half an hour.”
“Takeru.” Hikari said pensively, “Do you think we should stop hiding our relationship? I don’t think we’ve actually told anyone and yet pretty much everyone knows.”
“Maybe. But we can still surprise Jou.”
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