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Asuka's Desires	By : Amatorius Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 8215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or the Rebuild of Evangelion, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Both Mari and Asuka were horny and anxious. They plowed through the doorway of Misato’s apartment, and after briefly surveying the house to conclude that they were, in fact alone, they flew into Asuka’s bedroom and locked the door.
Asuka’s lips were pressed firmly against Mari’s, and their tongues danced together, producing an unseemly amount of saliva which began to wantonly cascade down their respective chins and necks. Asuka broke the passionate embrace,
“Take your clothes off.” Asuka growled, disrobing herself. Mari did as she was told, “Don’t take off your stockings.” Asuka amended, leaving her white socks on in kind. After their clothes fell they were quickly pressed back against one another, mouths tangled together, crafting aggressive and sloppy gushing noises. Asuka felt Mari’s hands grasp her breasts, but to a different than expected effect. Their lengthy make-out session nearly uninterrupted, a daunting amount of their collective spittle had made its way down into the valley between their breasts. Mari was taking advantage of this, gathering it in a cupped hand before rubbing it over Asuka’s breasts.
Asuka’s breasts were a generous B-cup and in her youth were perky and inviting. Her areolas were not unsightly, but were, plainly put, above average in their size; in their center stood, proudly erect, her firm nipples. Her companion, Mari, had more generous C-cup breasts which hung just slightly lower than Asuka’s breasts. They were softer, too, and therefore less perky, just barely resting against her frame, rather than rebelliously holding themselves up as Asuka’s seemed to do.
Asuka followed suit, gathering the surplusage of their saliva and applying it liberally to Mari’s breasts. Their hands slid effortlessly over one another’s breasts, and they moaned into each other’s mouths each time one of their nipples was stimulated. Asuka released Mari’s chest and pulled their bodies together causing Mari to do the same. They stood, pressed together, swaying slowly side to side, allowing their slick chests and slide over and against one another. Their painfully erect nipples clashed occasionally, causing them to let loose approving whimpers.
Asuka could feel Mari’s pubic hair tickling her mound as they rocked back and forth together. Asuka liked that Mari kept her pussy natural -- it affirmed her fantasies.
Asuka pulled away, tendrils of spit hung between them briefly. “Mari, finger me; I want you to finger me while I finger you -- but I don’t want either of us to come -- so stop me if you’re about to and I’ll do the same. I have a surprise for you that I think you’ll enjoy -- no, I know you’ll enjoy -- and I want your cunt to be driving you crazy when we try it out.”
“Okay, Asuka -- I mean, yes ma’am.” Mari responded.
Mari looked down between their parted bodies, “Hold out your hand, please, ma’am.” Mari requested. Asuka obliged, perplexed. Mari swirled her tongue around in her mouth for a few moments before producing a sizable wad of spit, depositing it into Asuka’s hand.
“Please use that on my pussy, ma’am. I’ll do the same for you.” Mari said with a somewhat unsure smile. That’s a sexy idea.. Asuka gave Mari all she could muster, a substantially smaller glob of spit, but Mari supplemented it for her.
Their hands descended together towards their collective aims, and both Asuka and Mari involuntarily reacted to the intense sensations to which they imposed on one another. The slimy feeling of the saliva coating even the initial contact of Mari’s hand with Asuka’s aroused and plump pussylips was unfathomable. Mari had masturbated like this before, but it was another sensation entirely to have someone else fingering you with your own spit. The hot slobber gushed into the folds of Asuka’s cunt, and she felt Mari’s fingers slide in between her lips and labia. Mari groped her pussy firmly, her ring and middle fingers sliding first over her engorged clit, then down in between her lips over her moist fuckhole; her other fingers flanked them, generously spreading juices into the crevices where her legs met her crotch. It was overwhelmingly wet and sensuous.
Asuka increased her pace on Mari’s sex, making sure to directly contact her firm, aroused clit with each motion. Mari’s breathing was becoming intense and uneven; Asuka could feel Mari masturbating her erratically and inconsistently. She thought Mari might be too close, and began to slow down. Mari corrected her immediately.
“Don’t -- take me to the edge.” Mari begged.
“I said I didn’t want you to come.” Asuka restated.
“I won’t, I promise.” Mari assured her. Mari pressed two fingers into Asuka’s tight, wet hole and slowly and firmly massaged her g-spot.
“Please…” she whimpered, staring directly into Asuka’s eyes. Asuka felt her legs quiver; she obliged. I guess I should trust her…
“Inside..” Mari said, “please, ma’am.” Asuka mimicked Mari’s technique, doing her best to find and assault Mari’s tender weak-spot.
“Oh, fuck...oh, fuck! OH God!” Mari began to repeat rhythmically, rapidly growing in intensity.
“Don’t you dare come.” Asuka warned, though without slowing her pace whatsoever.
“Ugh! Fuck..God...Mmm!” Mari belted out, exasperated.
“Stop! STOP!” she cried; Asuka retreated immediately, and Mari stopped moving, fearing another breath would send her over the edge. Asuka didn’t dare move until Mari signalled something -- anything. Mari stood there for a moment before relaxing a bit.
“Good fucking God I love edging.” Mari said matter-of-factly. “Now that I’m about to burst, ma’am, what did you have in mind?”
Asuka didn’t say anything, and instead went and sat on the bed. “Kneel at my feet.” Asuka ordered. Mari did as she was told, settling at the edge of the bed.
“You like the scent of LCL, right?” Mari nodded at Asuka’s question. Asuka proceeded, “And you tried to smell my armpit, because you’re some kind of pervert or something who likes the smell of my body... I want you to smell my feet. Really, I want you to do a lot to them -- but you can start by placing that perverted nose up to my sweaty peds.” Mari was devilishly elated at the thought of her own perversions being actively indulged.
Asuka removed her shoes, and Mari picked up Asuka’s right foot and pressed her nose into Asuka’s toes. The fabric of the plain cotton sock was discolored from wear and moderately damp from Asuka’s tired feet. Mari was ecstatic. It wasn’t just the arousing and pungent odor of Asuka’s foot sweat which Mari enjoyed -- it was an aroma tainted with LCL -- her favorite smell. She drank in as much as her lungs would allow and began to touch herself.
“Ah-ah!” went Asuka, “No touching. Not yet at least.”
“Please!” Mari begged, “Please, please, please!”
“No.” Asuka said firmly; “Ask me again and I’m not going to let you come OR touch my feet anymore.” Asuka smirked as Mari squirmed. Mari reluctantly obeyed and turned her attention back to Asuka’s feet. She slid Asuka’s socks slowly off of her feet, noting how the fabric rebelliously clung to Asuka’s moist soles.
“Asuka, ma’am, you have the sexiest, most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen!” Mari drank in the scent of both of Asuka’s feet, pressing her nose in between both of her moist, soft soles.
“I like my feet, but I’ll reserve that judgment until I’ve seen your feet. If they’re anything like the rest of you…” Asuka trailed off into a soft whine; Mari’s tongue was dragging in between Asuka’s toes, coating them thickly in spittle.
Asuka began to pinch and roll her nipples, “Mmm, tonguefuck my feet. Drench them in your nasty spit!” She loved the feeling of her feet when they are wet and slimy; it was the depraved and dirty feeling she loved and craved so much.
Mari’s insatiable desire for Asuka’s feet was unparalleled. Her tongue tirelessly laved up and down Asuka’s soles making them wetter with every pass. Asuka’s feet had been damp from her work in the Eva earlier that day, a combination of sweat and effort from piloting and the LCL which filled the plugsuit. Mari wished Asuka would have given her feet to her immediately after she left her plugsuit; she fantasized about how pungent and soaked Asuka’s slippery, glossy feet would have been. Mari thought about those smelly feet getting rubbed all over her body, giving her their scentl. Mari flexed her thighs and attempted to grind her legs together -- anything to stimulate the arousal which threatened to drive her insane.
Mari’s tongue slid sensuously up Asuka’s insteps, prompting Asuka to scrunch her toes involuntarily. Asuka slowly played with herself, watching Mari pleasure her peds, enjoying the feeling of her slender fingers sliding up through the folds of her labia while Mari’s tongue worked her messy feet.
“Kiss me.” Asuka cooed. “I want to smell and taste my feet from your mouth.”
Mari did as she was commanded, though Asuka took control immediately. It was less Asuka and Mari kissing, but more so Asuka tasting Mari.
Mari rose from beneath Asuka to meet her mouth; Mari’s lips and chin were glistening with the juiced conjured by tonguebathing Asuka’s feet. Asuka bent over to meet her lips, but first cradled Mari’s head in her arms.
“Open your mouth, Mari.” Asuka gently ordered. Mari complied, opening her soft lips. Asuka brought her face close to Mari’s, and sniffed around her mouth’s opening. Mari’s hot breath, accompanied and intermingled with the smell of Asuka’s feet.
“You smell delicious -- we smell delicious” Asuka said smiling; Mari’s eyes were glazed with lust, and her naked chest heaved with each breath she drew in. Asuka closed the gap between them, not in a kiss, but by dipping her tongue into Mari’s mouth -- she didn’t allow Mari to kiss her. Asuka’s mouth engaged Mari’s in a perpendicular fashion, such that Asuka’s textured tongue slid tantalizingly up and down the length of Mari’s sensitive lips, lapping up as much of the taste of her own feet that she could gather. Mari quaked at the new sensation and desperately began sucking at Asuka’s tongue every time it entered her.
“Fuck, I taste good -- don’t you think?” Asuka noted.
“Oh, yes ma’am, Asuka, I’d pleasure your feet night and day forever!” Mari replied.

“Good girl,” Asuka affirmed, “but right now I don’t want that; right now, I want to see your feet. Sit on the bed and show them to me.”
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