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Eiki Shiki, Yamaxandu, had a bit of a problem. Not quite a large problem per se, as that might create the implication that she shirked her own duties and allowed something to get out of hand; no, rather, it was just a tiny little sore niggle in the otherwise succinct scheduling of her day - her life, her job, her duties - that wore at her a tiny bit more than she might want to. Namely, the issue was that she was supposed to be getting a rather hefty shipment of recently-deceased souls to judge that afternoon, and yet she found herself tapping her fingers along a section of wood that composed the armrest of her desk’s chair while staring at the empty space in front of her.
The souls she was expecting were not there. That was part and parcel of her problem. It wasn’t the issue in and of itself, but it was the product of the symptom. The symptom needed to be excised. It was agonizing for her to sit there just waiting for the darn boatman to crest that horizon line and return to their dock and just do her job. A pain, to be sure. Even if she had mountains of paperwork to do and stuff to organize for all the souls she had to judge and all the others still waiting for processing, she couldn’t quite get the thought of her problem out of her head.
So, when she finally took her break around the time a Human might take a meal, she ventured out. Her spot in Hell was… fine, all told. She had no complaints; literally, she didn’t. It was her duty to be there, and she didn’t mind it. Sure, her area in New Hell was a bit of a desolate place, but that was all a-okay. She had a nice-ish building, and that was all she needed to judge the souls of the dead that made it to her. It was just a tiny bit decrepit, a little bit worn down. She was sure, though, that one day, under her management, they’d re-balance their budget and get all those little repair problems sorted out.
Eiki tried not to think too much about business or work when she was out looking for her problem. It would only slow her down, and so she made a beeline for exactly where she knew her problem would be: Gensokyo, that pocket human realm where things maintained some level of civility and normalcy - in comparison to Hell, at least. For her, it was like clockwork; find her boatman missing, find her lineup of souls seriously lacking compared to her itinerary, and then immediately head off to the overworld to find her problem.
So clockwork, in fact, it was almost routine, and she hated that. It was just so inefficient. Duty-shirking, job-avoiding, lackadaisical inefficiency. That was no way for any self-respecting Yokai to operate, especially one with a job. But, she’d said all that and more before. She’d written entire treatises in her ‘fun time’ to try and instill some sense of moral fiber in the Yokai around her and those still-living individuals with bad karma that got a bit too high. Or anyone, really. Everyone had room for improvement, both in the quality of their souls and the ethic of their work.
She found her problem rather quickly, all told. It really wasn’t hard for her, and in a way, she always just sort of knew where her subordinate was. Some connection to her as her boss, perhaps. A feeling, little more than that. Nothing concrete, but definitely enough for her to catch her unawares yet again. That, too, was nothing out of the norm, however; the lackadaisical, carefree attitude of her problem made getting a one-up on her easy, despite her powers, abilities, and attentive persona.
There she was: Komachi Onozuka, her lazy, carefree boatman, the person meant to be ferrying souls across the Sanzu River, but was, instead, laying out on a grassy knoll by a stream not too far away from the village, just taking in the sunlight. Something like a piece of straw - hay, wheat, she did not know - stuck out from her lips, and it flopped in the air as she methodically worked it around. She was, quite literally, just lazing about, the blue and white of her dress scattered around her as she reclined in the sunlight. Her pink hair ruffled around the fine lines of her face, with the two bundled tails hanging off to either side of her head in limp pools.
Her body stretched out across that comfortable little knoll in the sunshine, making her uniform - at least, such that Eiki considered it to be one - look dishevelled. The girl herself just looked disheveled in her slovenly state, and that irked her off just that little bit more. Always lazing around, always taking it easy; it was almost as if work was just a secondary concern to her. She just didn’t understand how important it was, and Eiki was getting tired of constantly lecturing her about it.
Eiki marched right up to her, her Rod of Remorse clutched tenderly in one hand. Eyes scanned across Komachi’s lackadaisical spread body, taking in the sheer length of her; she was a rather tall girl all told, and yet, she didn’t appear gangly or awkward in the least. She was shapely, curvy, and remarkably composed, which translated into a perfectly carefree-looking individual that acted as if she didn’t have anything better to do than lay there and take in the sun.
Eiki felt her eye twitch, but she willed it down as she stopped a good bit away from her charge.
“Komachi,” she said in a cool, clinical tone of voice, and the pink-haired Shinigami’s eye peeled open.
Then, both eyes snapped open. Then, she jumped to her feet at ramrod-straight attention, spine stiff, shoulders back, legs snapped together: the perfect at attention posture which Eiki had drilled into her for hours at a time and with an expert application of her wooden paddle-slash-Rod-of-Remorse. Eiki’s calculated distance away from Komachi bore fruit, as if she’d stood any closer she was sure to have been waked by the shinigami's chest - something that happened with alarming regularity, unfortunately.
Komachi was a well-endowed individual, and her chest was large enough in size to seriously pale some of the other girls they knew. As good as she was with her own personal space, she wasn’t so good at managing it with others; when Eiki stood too close and startled the ferrywoman into attention, it often saw her getting whacked by the protruding jut of her chest. Typically on the face, too, because Komachi towered a head over her at least. She was almost intimidatingly tall, enough so that Eiki had to crane her neck up to look at her subordinate.
It grated on her nerves just a bit, but she still had all the power between them.
“Lady Shiki!” Komachi half-shouted in greeting, very much like an unruly student called out by her teacher. “Hi! Hello!”
“....Komachi Onozuka,” she said, not matching her subordinate’s greeting and instead using her full name to deliberately draw out a wince. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“A-ah…” Komachi, predictably, winced. “I’m… enjoying the sunlight?”
“Mhm.” Eiki narrowed her eyes. "And that factors into your job how, exactly?"
The pinkette rubbed the back of her neck. She did not shy away from Eiki's piercing blue gaze, though it appeared as though she would have liked to. "All work and no play makes -"
"It was rhetorical," Eiki stated all too bluntly, and Komachi sighed.
"Yeah, worth a shot." Komachi kept her posture straight. "Sorry, Eiki!"
Eiki let out a displeased sigh. "Honestly, Komachi. I respect time off as much as the next enma-" she ignored Komachi's resulting flick of the brow "-but you're being far too lackadaisical about this. You have a job."
"Just a bit of a break, boss, I'll get right back to work!" Komachi grinned and jutted out a thumbs-up. Her eyes flicked down at the wooden paddle held in the green-haired girl's hand, then back up again.
Eiki narrowed her eyes just a touch. "You've been shirking your responsibilities too often of late, you know. This is a very important job, and everything needs to keep running smoothly. That, and you should be setting a better example for the souls you're ferrying; I don't want to unfavorably judge more people than I have to."
"Of course, of course," Komachi agreed dismissively - in one ear and out the other, as far as Eiki was concerned. "Can-do, Eiki."
Eiki set her mouth, hand tight around her paddle. She had always been apt to lecture people all around the area, trying to improve them and the moral quality of their souls: she didn't want to just be the judge that sentenced a person to Hell if she could otherwise prevent it. And, really, what better way than that but to lecture them on the quality of their actions? With Komachi, though, it was to try and get her to understand the importance of her job, and it was something that never seemed to work.
"Komachi, we are seriously backed up," Eiki told her. "You're putting me way behind at work and keeping people waiting for their rightfully earned judgment." She paused briefly. "Mostly rightfully earned."
"Right, right -"
"Furthermore, I cannot stress to you how important it is that successful passages are made down the river," she continued apace, talking right over Komachi. "You do realize that nearly all of our funds come from the fares of those souls you ferry, yes?"
"Yeah…"
"Your pay, my pay, the upkeep for our prefecture…" Eiki shook her head. "Honestly, don't you want your boat repaired?"
Komachi scratched her cheek. "Well, yeah…"
Eiki put one hand on her small hips. "I cannot balance the budget if you're not bringing in any money, Komachi. I need you to keep on making trips and meet the weekly quota -"
Komachi huffed. It was more of a whine, really, and Eiki puffed out her cheek to hear it. "But the quota is a lot, Eiki. I can't manage that!"
"You can," Eiki stated, her hand snapping her paddle forward. Komachi watched it hesitantly; she was no stranger to Eiki's corporal punishment, and if her boss wanted her to be her head and take a blow upon it, she would have no choice but to comply. "I factored that in when I set the quota."
"But…" Komachi clicked her tongue. "I'll try, Eiki, but -"
"And to that end…" Eiki twitched her nose. Now came the hard part -the part Eiki had been steeling herself for. "...I've decided to offer an incentive."
For a moment, there was nothing but crushing silence. Then, Komachi blinked, Cleary not understanding. "Beg your pardon, ma'am?"
Komachi was clearly as surprised as Eiki herself, but the green-haired girl settled herself on her unusual course. Lecturing, punishment, drilling- those were her usual methods of getting results and helping people avoid damnation. None of that ever truly worked with Komachi, though, and for once, she decided on a different approach. The carrot before the stick was her logic, rather than just liberal application of the stick itself.
"I have decided," she repeated, "to offer an incentive should you complete your weekly quota."
At Komachi's shell-shocked smile, Eiki decided elaboration would be best. "Should you meet the quota of ferried souls I have set out for you in one week, I will allow you to do, or receive, any one thing you desire. Whatever it might be, I will grant it. Understood?"
Komachi stared. "If I meet the quota, you'll… let me do anything I want?"
"Or receive anything, but yes," she assented. "So long as it does not interfere with our management budget, however."
Komachi raised her brow. " Anything, Eiki?"
"Anything that is within my power to grant," she agreed, offering a small smile and a crisp nod. Though still confused, Komachi was also clearly intrigued. She considered that a good thing. It meant that her desire for material possession, or otherwise just a day off, was enough to get her to do her job. An unfortunate reality, but reality all the same.
"Anything my heart desires?"
Eiki cocked her head. "Yes, Komachi. Do your job, and as long as it doesn't interfere with our budgets, I will grant it."
"That's the only stipulation?" She probed, and while the question struck her as odd, she let it slide.
"Yes."
"Huh." Komachi nodded her head thoughtfully. "Huh. Not bad. Maybe…" she looked down at Eiki. "...For one week?"
"Weekly basis, one-month test run," she replied evenly. "Meet your quotas, and we'll discuss from there."
"Hm." Komachi rubbed her chin. She looked Eiki up and down in full, which struck her as odd. There was nothing new to see about her. She was still the same small girl as always: body short and slender, tucked up in her usual blue dress; green hair short around her jawline and plenty fluffy, capped off with her cap of office. Nothing Komachi had not seen before, for sure. "You know? That sounds pretty good, boss."
"Is it?" Eiki felt her insides swell with satisfaction. Her ploy was working out without making her feel silly. "Good. So?"
"I think it's worth tryin' out," Komachi declared with a grin. Her hand swept out, and with it, her shinigami scythe - perfect for reaping dead souls - came to her hand. She swept it around and rested it upon her shoulder, treating the encumbering weight as if it was nothing, and offered another proud thumbs-up. "Consider me sold, Eiki!"
"Good," Eiki said again. "So… get back to work, Komachi. The deal starts now."
"On it!" The pinkette declared, and from there, well, Eiki was not sure she'd ever seen Komachi get to work so fast.
Eiki smiled to herself. Well, that wasn't hard at all. Perfect. I should have done this a long time ago…
Now, she could focus on her work in peace, knowing that Komachi would do the same.
“You… you finished everything?” Eiki asked, staring at Komachi in something close to shock. It was not a feeling she went through particularly often, and especially not with two things in conjunction: Komachi and finished work. Granted, she’d know that her subordinate came close to finishing her quota, what with the influx of souls and the paperwork that had to be done for it, but actually seeing the Shinigami in her office, a smug look of pride on her face, was definitely weird.
“Yup,” Komachi said, the letters carefully popped out from her lips. She seemed far too satisfied with herself for Eiki’s liking, but she could not truly complain if her subordinate had actually finished the work she’d set out for how.
“It’s only been five days,” Eiki said, almost as if she wanted to affirm Komachi’s success.
“You gave me a week,” Komachi replied, voice so thoroughly content sounding it almost irked Eiki. She really couldn’t complain about results, though, and Komachi was neither a liar nor a cheat, so everything had to be up-to-par. “Gotta work fast to get that done.”
“Well - well.” Eiki used the flat of her desk to shuffle her papers all into a neat pile, then set them down flat. “So you have. I’m very impressed, Komachi. Just goes to show that you really do have a good work ethic, when you so chose to engage in it.”
“Well, when my boss offers me a reward, how can I say no?” Komachi half-chuckled, half-prompted, and Eiki only sighed a tiny bit through her nose.
“Right. Well, a promise is a promise. You’ve done good work, and I always uphold my deals.” Eiki sat back straight in her chair, folded her hands in front of her, and looked at her subordinate. “You may have anything you’d like, Komachi. You need only say what it is. If you need time to think about it, that is -”
“You,” Komachi said flatly.
“-more than fine,” Eiki finished. Then, she blinked. Then, she looked up at Komachi. “Beg your pardon?”
“I get anything I want, right?” Komachi put both of her hands right on top of Eiki’s desk, which in and of itself was not something she liked. “So, I want you.”
Eiki stared at her pink-haired ferrywoman with a blank expression. “I do not understand.”
“For my prize, I want you, ” she repeated, a teasing, playful grin playing at her lips. “You said anything, right?”
“I don’t - I don’t understand,” Eiki stumbled, her words coming out quickly. Honestly, she didn’t understand. Her brow furrowed inward as she tried to figure it out, but the words didn’t quite make sense. “How am I something you ‘want’?”
Komachi laughed. “C’mon, you gotta know exactly what I mean. I want you as my prize, Eiki. You, your whole and undivided attention, and that cute face of yours.”
Eiki’s cheeks flushed with pink as she directed an incredulous glare at the ferrywoman. “What?”
“That!” Komachi snapped a finger at her. “That cute face!”
Eiki clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Stop doing that, Komachi. Be straight with me; what it is that you want?”
“I am,” Komachi laughed, all carefree and bright. “You said I could have anything, and what I want is you, Eiki.”
Eiki sighed through her nose. “You won’t get anything if you keep on playing -”
Eiki stilled as she felt the sudden and shocking sensation of Komachi’s hand cupping her jawline, her palm sliding in to prop her face up. She stilled, eyes shooting wide open at the unexpected touch, and stared down at the pale fingers around her face. Then, she looked up, staring at the pinkette’s far-too-close face.
“W-what -”
“I said, I’m asking for you as my reward,” Komachi repeated, but added a new, serious inflection to each of her words. She cupped her face very, very securely, and that was something Eiki had never experienced before. Her mind didn't even tell her what she should do in such a situation. “Buuuut, if you want me to be specific… I want this cute body all to myself for a little bit.”
Eiki’s brain did not follow. She stared blankly, still very much shocked that Komachi was touching her face, and nothing made sense to her. “I do not follow. You, uhm -”
Komachi grinned even more, her smile both playful and clever. “I bet you do. You’re pretty smart, Eiki - and you’re pretty cute, too.” The shinigami leaned over her boss’s desk without a care in the world. “So, what I want is you. I want to - hm - I want to kiss you, then I wanna fuck you right on top of your desk.”
Eiki’s mind stuttered to a stop. “What?”
“I know you heard me, Lady Shiki,” Komachi drawled teasingly, clearly enjoying the entire situation far more than Eiki could have expected.
“You -” Eiki’s mind stuttered. “W-what are you saying, Komachi?” Her cheeks began to blush violently as the shinigami kept constant eye-contact with her. “W-what is this?”
Komachi sighed very theatrically. It was as if she was putting on a show, and Eiki was the sole participant. “You know what I’m saying, Eiki. For my reward, I’m going to have sex with you. That’s totally fair, right?”
Eiki considered the statement. She nodded once, acknowledging that, yes, it was fair, then felt her face burst into flames as cheeks went totally red. “W-w-w-what -”
“You are so cute when you’re composure drops, Eiki.”
“K-Komachi, n-now you’re going too far,” Eiki protested, her small body shuffling back in her seat. It was easy to get out of range of the shinigami, but it didn’t make it any less distracting to see her tall, buxom body leaning over her desk so dominantly. “I’ll handle your laziness, your laid back attitude, and your constant flagration of the rules, but this - this -”
“You promised me anything,” Komachi pointed out with a little laugh. She did not seem at all phased, and that only made Eiki’s heart sink. “Are you saying this is off-limits? You didn’t say that before.”
“You’re not seriously asking to - to -” Eiki’s face was too red to say the words. She was flustered beyond measure, and she found it hard to keep up her normally perfect composure. “Komachi, I offered you the ability to have whatever you wanted. Teasing me is going to get you nowhere.”
“I’m not teasing,” she said far too sincerely, and Eiki’s face heated up even more. “I want you, Eiki. Your mouth, your body - everything I can have for as long as I can have it.”
She flushed down to her neck and shrank in her seat. Everything was happening so abruptly that her mind refused to process it, and she didn’t know what to do about it. She wanted to tell herself that Komachi was just teasing her, taking enjoyment out of making her flush and squirm - but the look in her eyes was far too sincere, the cant of her words too honest.
“You’re messing around with me,” Eiki protested faintly, but she knew that Komachi wasn’t.
Komachi affirmed it with a shake of her head. “I’m not, Eiki. Not now.”
“I didn’t offer you a prize for you to - to want me, ” she said in a voice that was struggling to maintain its normal composure. “You - ah, that is to say, this isn’t…”
“You said I could have anything, and I did ask for the stipulations,” the other girl replied in a voice that was almost sing-song, a teasing lilt that shook Eiki to her core. “So, as far as I’m concerned, you gotta pay up, Eiki!”
Eiki’s lips flapped. For once, her composure was just gone - her mind unable to wrestle around with the words that Komachi told her, unable to turn them into something that made sense. “Komachi, you really are testing your limits.”
“Are you saying you’re going back on your word?” Komachi asked casually, her heir almost flippant, and Eiki tensed.
“T-that isn’t going back on my word,” Eiki insisted, and Komachi flicked a brow up.
“You promised anything, and you didn’t give any conditions other than the money thing.” Komachi shrugged with mock innocence. “So this seems perfectly within the terms of our deal.”
“I -” Eiki hesitated. Shock and surprise warred in her brain, making it hard to maintain her normal composure. Some part of her still held out and said that it was all a joke, that Komachi was just messing around with her - but she wasn’t, and she knew that. She bit her lip, thinking, trying to twist her own words around in her mind and realizing that she had, in fact, said anything, and not stipulated anything more than money, and that, ruefully, included her. “That is… not incorrect…”
“So?” Komachi offered her a grin. “That means I get to have you as my reward, right?”
Eiki flushed, but made every attempt to be stoic. “Yes. That would be, unfortunately, correct.”
“So,” Komachi said again, measuring out her words with calculated smugness, “why don’t you come over here on this side, Eiki?”
Eiki swallowed hard, reluctance thickening her throat and dignity keeping her firm. “You mean to… have me right here?”
“Yeup,” the shinigami popped out.
“I’m working,” she protested quickly, hoping to give herself some time and space between the act Komachi wanted her to perform and -
“Not a stipulation,” Komachi hummed smugly, and Eiki almost - almost - flinched.
“Right,” she breathed, her body tingling with reluctance. “F-fine. Yes, let’s get it over with, I suppose…”
Eiki got up out of her seat with calculated grace and stepped over to the front of her desk where Komachi so eagerly looked at her. She swallowed thickly at the thought of what her employee wanted her to do, but she knew she couldn't say no. She'd made the deal, and she'd worded it as she did. Eiki would never back down from her words, statements, and promises – they were part and parcel with good moral fibre and a proper way of life. It was how she wanted to save souls and stop them from going to Hell, so she could not turn back on them.
Even if it meant offering herself up to her subordinate. What that meant, she did not know – but the look in Komachi's eyes made it clear what, exactly, she wanted. Still, Eiki swallowed down her hesitation and replaced it with a dutiful look while carefully padding her way in front of her desk. Komachi made room for her, but that moment the diminutive girl was in front of her, one of her arms launched out to cup the edge of the wooded furniture and trap her from one side.
Komachi leaned down. She was taller by no insignificant margin, and looking up at her in such a position meant Eiki had to look past the swell of her breasts – hardly something she wanted to do, even if a part of her acknowledged that a well-endowed girl had a certain charm. She, instead, swallowed thickly and cocked her chin up confidently, trying to remain unphased.
Then, Komachi cupped her chin, and she squeaked. “You are just so cute when you're flustered, Eiki.”
“I seriously disagree with that,” she protested faintly, her voice a little weaker than she wanted. She could have cursed herself for not mustering up the proper steel to make her voice sure and firm, but she did not truly know how to react in such a situation. What was she to do about having her employee, her friend, staring down into her eyes with a smile tugging at her lips? Komachi, she'd learned, was a seriously distracting individual – she was attractive, she was tall, and she was well-endowed.
Normally, there was a barrier of work between them – boss and employee. Now, though...
Komachi grinned. She playfully raked her eyes over her face, clearly trying to rile her up further. Shamefully, it worked, Eiki's structured mind had no idea how to deal with the situation at hand, and she wanted to flinch away from it. Her cheeks reddened as Komachi got in closer, and she watched her with wide wary eyes. Where hesitation filled the green-haired girl's breast, it was not mirrored in her subordinate. She'd clearly been intending on her prize from the outcome, and she wasted no time whatsoever in connecting their lips in a sudden, forceful kiss.
Eiki squeaked. She couldn't do anything more than that; eyes wide, brain frozen. She was taken aback as she felt Komachi's full, soft lips squish against her with nearly bruising force, as if the shinigami kissed to ensure she could not pull back. She would not, though, even if shock filled her system – she'd made the promise, and she would not back down. Still, it took her wholly by surprise, and she whimpered as her subordinate kissed her full on the lips with surprising force.
Komachi leaned in against her to kiss her firmly and tenderly, and that had her spine tingling. It was a smooth kiss full of self-confidence and smug control, which Eiki supposed was perfect for kissing human girls in the village. It was a measured, potent kiss, something that would have left a person breathless if exposed to it all of a sudden – which was exactly the situation Eiki found herself in. She squeaked as the pink-haired ferrywoman kissd her, lips squishing down and moulding against hers, exposing her to unexpected softness.
Komachi did not linger for long. She pulled back gently, and her smile was only all the more smug for it. She stared down at Eiki and cupped her face, observing her reactions and clearly enjoying the red flush across her cheeks. “So cute.”
“Stop teasing,” she protested faintly, and Komachi grinned.
“Who says I am?” She husked, and with that low, breathy tone, she leaned right back down – but not for a kiss. Instead, she started to kiss at the contours of her jaw, hitting sensitive spots on her skin that Eiki didn't even understand she had. She gasped involuntarily at her touch, then flushed all the more indignantly when hands started to cup her body – first her hips, then her waist, then up further still.
She'd given Komachi permission to continue ahead with her prize, and so she could not truly complain when fingers began to pluck the buttons of her uniform. Blue cloth was gently peeled off, then white was worked at with skilled hands. Her body was the reward for a job well done, and Komachi wasted no time in getting to grips with it. It made Eiki flush with even more shame, and her indignation at the immoral treatment only grew – but it was far too distracting to even consider her own frustrations when she had her subordinate kissing the curve of her jawline, peppering the smooth skin with hot presses.
She squeaked against her will, then tried to rein back those emotions as Komachi settled in against the curve of her jaw. The pinkette purred smugly against her as she took in her reactions and absorbed them, but Eiki only stoically shifted her head away after that. She didn't want Komachi to stare at her red cheeks or her indignant expression. The pink-haired shinigami, however, used even that to her advantage, and quickly started to kiss a path down her neck. The skin proved far more sensitive there, and she could not stop herself from mewling at that touch.
Komachi kissed the soft curve with dedication and precision, moving in a manner that wasn't solely for her own gratification – or maybe it was, but it seemed to Eiki as if she was trying to stimulate her, to make her squeak and mewl. It was a suspicious and treacherous thought, but she could not quite stop herself from biting her lip as she felt hot lips kiss along the curve of her neck, caressing white skin with sensitive touches. She pulled at calculated spots that made Eiki's core shudder, and she suckled gently on spots that made her eyes want to roll up.
It was the last place in the world Eiki would want to be: against her desk, Komachi leaning over her, kissing her neck with a smug, husky breath. It was the place she had to be, though, as she'd all but created such a situation. Without knowing how to handle it, she just passively allowed Komachi to do as she wished.S eh did not know her goal or intention, but she supposed she did not have to know. She wasn't given that choice, and she'd all but struck any initiative on her part out of the record. She could only lean against the desk and try not to squeak as her subordinate pulled her dress away from her torso, freeing up more pale, slender skin to her ravenous touches.
Komachi kissed all along her neck, and swiftly moved into the crook of it with skill. Her touches became just that much hungrier as she latched onto a svelte collar bone, and it drove her wild in a way she did not wholly want but couldn’t do much about. She was entirely vulnerable as Komachi suckled on sensitive skin, her warm lips closing firmly and her wet tongue lapping. She pulled smoothly while her hands swept out to flutter along her torso, and Eiki did her best to keep herself composed.
She didn’t know how to react to any of it, however. That was her biggest problem. It was all so raw, so new, and she lacked any frame of reference to deal with it. She felt as stiff as a statue while Komachi all but made out with her skin, her lips dancing and her tongue rolling all too slickly. Hands caressed her slender body as she was slowly, steadily stipped, her torso laid bare and the blouse-like portions of her dress made to hang limply off of her arms.
She bit her lip and involuntarily shuddered as lips travelled down, and when a hand reach up to grope her breast, she squeaked just that much more. A soft, tentative sound, but one that made Komachi purr with far too much excitement for her liking. Yet, there was little she could do, and less she could protest when she’d give her employee permission to do as she wished; and she did exactly that as she sent her mouth roving down the curve of her small, pert breast, decorating the upper reaches of the modest mount with peppered warmth.
Eiki squirmed, but Komachi did not let up. She kissed at one of her breasts while groping the other with her smooth hand, her movements a mixture between rough and tender. She pushed fingers into the small hill of flesh and, as she cupped it entirely, let her mouth dance along the other. The green-haired girl could not do much more than shudder as she felt hot breath was along sensitive skin and over a small pink nipple, and it was almost as if Komachi understood her reactions and planned accordingly.
At least, that was what Eiki thought was the reason why her lips clamped down around the prickling nub just a moment later. She gasped as a hot, wet mouth surrounded the rubbery protrusion, and her spine tingled against her will as that warmth soaked into the skin. It felt nice, and she didn’t understand why it did - only that it did, and that Komachi knew how to stimulate her like a toy. She pulled at the nipple with her soft mouth, suckling upon it gently, and it drew out a shuddering reaction from the shorter girl. Her tongue slipped around it, calmly swirling, making her nipple grow stiff with satisfaction; and then Komachi, aggravatingly bit down, and that gentle application of her teeth made her squeak.
Komachi looked up at her with her mouth wrapped around her nipple, and the look in her eyes was firm. She was entirely too proud of herself, and it was all Eiki could do not to back down to such a look and show weakness; but, still, she had to bring her hand up to her mouth to stop herself from squeaking too loudly as the shinigami slurped on the sensitive protrusion, rolling it around between firm lips and applying a delicious amount of pressure to it.
Suddenly, Komachi popped off and pulled back. She let go of her nipple with one wet pop and drifted away, unfolding herself back to her full, impressive height. She stared down at Eiki with lustful eyes, raking them over the length of a wettened, hickey-red neck, down over a flushed chest, and over the exposed flesh her hands had earned her. Eiki merely tried to steady her breathing as the whirlwind of emotions passed through her, hoping to glean some sort of understanding in the messy situation she found herself stuck within.
“Is that… is that it?” Eiki asked with uncharacteristic timidity, hoping against hope that the indignity of having Komachi make out with her and her body was well and truly done. She promised her anything and she would see it through to the end, but it was not as if she knew what that end might be.
“Not at all,” Komachi laughed gently, and Eiki’s heart sank. “We’re just getting started.”
Eiki bit her lip. “...Right.”
Komachi grinned, an expression that was all teeth. “Hm… Why don’t you warm me up, first? It’ll make it easier for you.”
“W-warm you up?” Eiki hated the stammer in her own voice, but it wasn’t as if she understood anything that was happening.
“I picked up some pretty fun pills in the village,” Komachi drawled out, enunciating every word as if she were leading up to the punchline of a joke. “Everyone uses them to have a good time, so I thought why not?”
Eiki swallowed roughly. “Define fun, please.”
Komachi hiked up her skirt, and Eiki’s eyes went terribly wide. She probably should have known what she was referring to, for the pills were all the rage in the village and amongst the mostly-female Youkai population of the region, but that still would not have prepared her to see a long, thick cock stabbing out from between the shinigami’s thighs; not fully hard, not yet entirely thickened, but more than large enough already to make her swallow thickly.
“K-Komachi, wait,” she protested, eyes wide as she stared down at the dick. That was what Komachi intended to use on her. That was her prize - to fuck her as a man would, not just to take some gratification out of the usage of her body.
“Wait?” Komachi’s eyebrow lifted with far too much confidence for her liking. “The only thing I should wait for is you to get down on your knees. That’s the deal, right?”
“It - It is,” she affirmed, still unwilling to back down even in the face of what she was truly being asked to do. So, gritting her teeth, she let out a sigh from between her teeth and stared down at the cock. She tentatively reached out for it, her brain deciding that initiative was the best way to get a handle on the situation, and cautiously pushed her fingers into place around it. Immediately, she shuddered back at the feeling of pulsating warmth, but Komachi hummed out a content little groan instead.
“Get right down, Eiki,” Komachi purred, and Eiki bit her lip. As much as she did not want to comply with such a degrading request, she really had no choice in the matter. She’d offered herself up as a prize involuntarily, and now it was up to Komachi to reap the rewards. It only made her feel a bit more in control to acquiesce immediately, and it was why she found herself sinking down to her knees right there in front of her.
It was the last thing she wanted to do, and yet the only thing she could do to keep herself from going back on her word. It made her insides twist with indignation and her heart palpitate with annoyance, but she had no choice - she’d promised. Even if Komachi’s infuriatingly smug glare stared down at her, she just tried to ignore it as she stared directly in the face of a cock. The shinigami had grown it for the express purpose of fucking her, and as much as it made her skin crawl, there wasn’t a thing in the world she’d do about it.
“You know how to use your mouth, right?” Komachi asked in an innocent, yet wholly teasing, voice. “Or, do you want me to help?”
“I-I know what I’m doing,” she huffed, though she really, really didn’t. Still, the methodology had to be correct, and she had some understanding of that - so, as she sank down on her knees and tentatively wrapped her hand around the semi-hard cock, she leaned in toward it. She had to mentally steel herself for what she was about to do, and gulped more than once to try and wet her mouth before the coming storm - all while Komachi just stared down at her oh-so-smugly.
Eiki really didn’t know what she was doing, and that quickly came to her as she stared down the large, impressive cock with a tentative breath in her throat. Yet, she was not about to admit defeat in the face of her content subordinate, and neither was she going to back down from her promise. She might not have intended herself as a reward, but that was how things were. With that on her mind, she leaned in toward the dick, letting her lips part gently. Just a slip, but enough for hot air to wash out against the head of the large, meaty member.
Komachi hummed softly, and Eiki felt her spine tingle to hear the noise. She ignored it as she settled down and leaned in, getting close to the bulbous head. Without conscious thought, without trying to think about the situation she’d put herself into, she leaned in and pressed an experimental kiss against the tip. It was as smooth and simple as that, and she immediately leaned back as the taste of it lingered; Komachi, though, husked encouragingly.
So, Eiki leaned back in and kissed the head again. It was another soft press, little more than a hesitant greeting, but it was the best she could offer. The taste made her want to cringe, even though it wasn’t bad - it was just different. The simple act of what she was doing rankled her senses, though, making her feel wrong. It was a shame she had to deal with, though, and with her face flushing, she leaned in to bury herself in that lewd work.
She kissed at the rounded head of the cock, and listened to Komachi groan happily. It was a soft noise and one that made her skin crawl, but it showed that, at least, what she did made sense. She pressed down, allowing her mouth to roll against that bulbous ridge, and even if she didn’t understand anything that she was doing, she pressed a kiss against its rubbery surface. She felt the skin dip fractionally and the cock throb against her hand, and it made her shy away - but then closed the distance just as quickly, hoping that she could get it done fast and quickly.
She mimicked what Komachi had done just prior and ran her lips down from the bulbous head in a series of little kisses, using her slim lips to decorate the dick with pleasurable pricks of contact. It was her dedication to hard work that had her move down along the flank of the dick, even though her mind told her to abort all action. It felt wrong to her, but at the same time, her feelings did not matter. They held no sway in what she had to do, and so all she did do was concentrate on working her mouth along the side of the cock in a series of soft, smooth kisses, trying her best to do whatever it was a person was meant to do to a dick.
“Your lips feel pretty nice, Eiki,” Komachi hummed, and Eiki really didn’t like the way that her subordinate said her name; something throaty, husky, and altogether too comfortable.
She kissed the side of the cock with fluttering touches, trying and failing to be firm. She found it hard to let her lips really squish down against the intimidating length, but she did her best as she started to decorate it with smooth touches of her mouth. It was awkward and hesitant, but she let her mouth roll across the pale girth, lips sliding with each hesitant touch. Her breath washed out against it, and that made it throb against her fingers just a tiny bit harder.
Eiki willed herself to press into the girth and kiss it, working at it as best as she could, much like Komachi had done for her. It was a little harder than she expected, for she did not quite know where to set her lips or how to push them down properly. Each firm touch had the cock throb, and her mind instinctively wanted to recoil for it. The taste of girldick also kept her at-odds, and she wasn’t sure how to deal with any of it; but she tried with each press, her nose pushing down as she nuzzled into the girth, working at it with a sort of stoic determination that was wholly indicative of how she operated in the world.
Komachi’s hand reached forward, and Eiki flinched with the realization that she flicked off her hat. She wanted to sputter indignantly, but remained as composed as she could while her lips travelled along the vascular underside of her cock. Her senses rankled and twitched at the indignity of it, but it was all still wholly of her own design - she could not complain, not really. Instead, she focused on kissing the dick with her soft mouth, feeling it throb with each repetition - all smooth, all firm.
She grew increasingly firm, too, as she went at her, her body slowly growing in confidence of her actions, if nothing more. She kissed at the underside reluctantly, but with all the potential her diligent, hard-working body could muster. Her lips rolled across the underside and slipped around to a flank, all as her hand tightly gripped it. She kept it steady as she worked at it, her hot, indignant puffs of breath washing over creamy skin, making the shaft grow just a tiny bit more with each passing moment.
“Nice, Eiki,” Komachi purred, and yet Eiki ignored her as best as she could. “Buuut… I didn’t want you to kiss my dick. I want those pretty lips wrapped around it while I stare into your eyes.”
Her hand cupped her head, brushed green hair away from her forehead, and gently tugged. She forced Eiki up without really hurting her, but that amount of manhandling was still enough to make her want to cringe. She had no choice in the matter, however, and she’d clearly miscalculated in thinking she’d be able to keep any initiative. She had none, and Komachi very deliberately showed her that as she guided her to the tip of her cock.
“Suck,” the shinigami sounded off with a smile, and Eiki had little choice but to comply. She stared down at the swelling prick as she wrapped both hands around it, trying to keep it steady in her grasp. She swallowed hard before setting herself down, unwilling to back down even then. Her mouth parted and a hot breath washed over the cock, then, as Komachi sighed, she leaned into her and wrapped her mouth around the bulbous tip.
Hesitant though it was, and while it made her nose twitch, Komachi sighed in breathy pleasure. Eiki forced herself down, trying not to take in the taste or texture of it as she sank upon it. Her lips swelled rapidly, for even in that mostly-hard state, the cock was too much for her small mouth; her lips already engorged around it, and her tongue already curling across the tip alone. The cock was not something she could consider massive, but anything compared to her size was; just that much alone tested her, and she had to try and blow it.
“Ah,” Komachi sighed. “I already know I’m going to like this a lot…”
Wincing, Eiki ignored her words and focused solely on the dick in front of her. She stared at it as she went down, her lips swelling around the engorging girth and her tongue curling across whatever she pushed into her mouth. She hesitantly touched it, not quite lapping at it and neither really licking, more just probing. She tested out the width and length of it, curling and flexing to see the dimensions and understand how best to handle it, but that had the shinigami moan even so - the simple presses more than enough for her to take her pleasure. She seemed sensitive, and that was a good sign. It meant that Eiki could cut it short, if she was able to work it well enough.
Komachi’s fingers curled in her green hair, and her touch ticked Eiki off. People didn’t just touch her, much less scratch her scalp like a little girl; but she could do nothing about it as she went down on the cock, taking the thickness up into her mouth with a twitching, reluctant face. She did not like how it felt between her lips or against her tongue, but her wants meant nothing had the pleasure meant everything. She pushed herself down, fitting a good inch more into her, and felt that stiff meat take up more space than it reasonably should have.
She rolled her head back, cheeks burning with shame at what she was meant to do, and popped right off of the thick cock. She huffed out a breath through her parted lips as she stared down at the dick captured in her hands, but Komachi’s insistent touch made sure she couldn’t just sit back and wait. She had to go right back down, and she hesitantly did the exact same thing: wrapped her lips around the head, secured it inside of her hot mouth, and went down upon it. Her tongue rolled against the underside of the throbbing girth as she slowly fed an inch inside, then another still; making her cheeks well out unexpectedly quickly as she started to blow Komachi.
“Just go down and bob your cute little head,” Komachi suggested, and Eiki felt her nerves flare up. But, still, she couldn’t exactly fight against it, and she complied awkwardly. Her head bobbed down, taking an inch inside, and felt that throbbing meat roll across her hesitant tongue. She flexed the slender muscle against it, gently caressing the cock in a way that had the shinigami sighing, and she shuddered to hear it. Still, with that prickling sensation running across her spine, she went down upon it, filling her mouth with a few inches of stiff dickmeat, and tried to accommodate it.
It was not easy. There was almost too much cock, and she only went down on just about half of it - just three or four inches, perhaps, out of the eight that Komachi seemed to sport. Enough for her to feel like she was totally out of her league, much like the mismatch between their heights. Still, she forced her lips around it, ignored her burning cheeks, and rolled back. Inches of it slid from between her mouth as she pulled, gently stroking it in a way she’d never quite done before, and felt her face burn all the hotter at the indignity of what she had to do.
She didn’t give herself time to focus on that indignity, however. She did not want to. It was easier to bury herself in the lewdness, almost like busying herself with work. Lewd work, perhaps, but work all the same, and it was easy to distract herself by bobbing her head and sinking down, working her mouth along the stiff cock. It swelled out to a full and impressive length remarkably quickly, but it was already big enough to daunt her. Any more did little, and she just tried to work herself along the girthy rod to the best of her abilities.
Her lips rolled, lips pulling at the slick meat. She pushed herself down with a faint gurgling and a furrowing of green brows, with her body wanting to recoil at the texture of such a weighty member; then she pulled back, head twitching in Komachi’s grasp, and stroked it with the softness of her mouth. She focused on the lewd work to try and drown out her reluctance, and even if it didn’t quite work, it certainly made the shinigami moan - and that was really all she could hope so in the lurid heat of the moment.
“Eyes up,” Komachi said in a voice like an order, and though Eiki hated it she couldn’t quite say no to it. “I want to see those pretty blues while you suck my dick.”
The fact that she had the nerve to ask her such a thing was annoying, but Eiki was at her mercy. She had no choice but to comply, and with her lips wrapped around the girldick, she stared up at Komachi’s smug face. She was thankful her face couldn’t get any redder, for staring at her subordinate’s happy, content face really did not help her whatsoever. It only reminded her who held all the cards and how badly she’d screwed herself over to allow such a thing to happen - and in her attempt to ignore that, she pushed herself down with slow, methodical bobs of her head, hoping against hope to distract herself.
“So pretty,” Komachi cooed, and Eiki felt her insides burn. “You really look good like this, Eiki.”
She was playing with her like a cat played with food, and she disliked it. Her teasing barbs knew where to strike to rile her up, but unlike normal, Eiki had no authority to say or do anything to stop her teasing employee. All she could do was slurp on her cock with vague gurgling noises, her head rising and falling along the length of her shaft in dull repetitions. She was not comfortable with the weight or feeling of the dick in her mouth, but she did her best all the same not to let it show as her head bobbed and her mouth slurped.
She pulled at the stiff cockmeat with her lips, stroking it in a vague fashion. Coating the skin with wetness, her mouth pulled back to leave it glistening, then dropped straight back down to bury it in that slick warmth. Her tongue rolled around it awkwardly as swapped from one end of her mouth to the other, curling around the flanks of the shaft she bobbed upon. She did not quite enjoy the way it weighed the muscle down and made it difficult to move, but that roiling sensation pleased Komachi to a noticeable degree.
“That’s it,” Komachi purred down at her, and Eiki was unable to tear her eyes away from her content face. “You’re a natural, Eiki.”
Skin prickling indignantly, she kept up the forced eye contact as she pushed herself up and down on Komachi’s new cock. Pills or otherwise, the medicine that created the dick made it very real and very potent - she felt the throbbing against her fingers and on her tongue each time she moved. She moved frequently, too, drawing out more potent reactions from it each time she went down on her. Saliva slurped in her mouth as it began to build up, and that quickly proved to be another thing she had no control over; she’d never had to manage drool in her entire life.
It squelched around inside of her mouth as she bobbed on the girlcock, producing lewd, sticky noises she never thought would leave her mouth in her entire life. She slurped it down wetly, pulling it away from her mouth with a vacuum-like swallow that made the cock pulsate firmly, and Komachi groaned with relish. She stroked her head encouragingly with every bob and drop, but that only made Eiki’s mind prickle indignantly all the more. She did not enjoy any of it - the dick in her mouth, the hand on her head, the stubborn eye-contact she was forced to uphold, but she went along with it just as she’d said she would.
“Mmmmm…” Komachi hummed as she stared down at her with lustful, eager eyes - a gaze Eiki would have reprimanded under other conditions. “Well, we can work on the warm-up. Now, though - time for the main event, I think.”
She pulled on Eiki’s green hair, and she popped off of her cock with a wet noise. She couldn’t immediately speak as she busied herself with tidying her mouth up of built-up saliva, but Komachi did not waste any time. She grabbed her from under her arms and hiked her up, drawing out a squeak as she manhandled her smaller body with ease. A chaste kiss against her lips made her spine stiffen, and the way she was spun around made her face feel terrifyingly hot.
“Hey!” She protested weakly, only for Komachi to bend her right over her desk.
“Hands out,” she ordered, and Eiki, despite her best intentions, had to obey. She let her hands reach out and go flat on her own desk, and while her mind twisted around the idea that Komachi was manhandling her across her own desk, the shinigami continued to do that very thing: bending her over, pulling on her slender hips, and flipping her long dress up and over the small of her back. “Ass out - ah, good girl.”
“K-Komachi,” Eiki reprimanded lightly, but her confidence didn’t quite hold firm as she felt a hand cup her waistline.
“Eiki, you are just adorable like this,” Komachi purred, and Eiki shuddered. She bit down on her lip as she felt the shinigami mount her from behind, and her eyes prickled as the cock prodded at her from behind; at first slapping off the curve of her ass teasingly, the flesh bouncing gently away from the point of impact, before steadily moving down. “And you have the cutest ass, too. Gosh, looks as good as I imagined.”
Eiki wanted to say: you shouldn’t be daydreaming about my ass when you’re supposed to be working, but she really couldn’t say anything. The indignity of the situation sealed her lips, making it hard to do anything more than consider what was about to happen, and what she’d allowed to happen. She knew she could say no at any given time, but she would never go back on her word. Maybe Komachi knew that, and it was the reason why she pushed her into it - but it didn’t matter why.
The wet cock pushed against the entrance of her pussy, and she squeaked instinctively. Her shoulders locked up and her fingers curled against the desk, but Komachi took her sweet time with it: she rubbed the head of her shaft against the spongy lips of her cunt, pushing into her with a tiny bit of force then pulling back to gently slap herself across her entrance. She did it purely to tease, and Eiki knew that - but there was nothing she could do but squeak, bite down on her lip, and take it, forced to allow her subordinate to have her fun with her body.
It was ignoble, it was mortifying, and it was -
She gasped. Suddenly, Komachi applied pressure, and suddenly, the head of her cock slid through the outer folds of her pussy to jam in against the soft pink just beyond. It was a quick, needy shove, but one that was calculated enough to draw out a whimpering reaction from her. It wasn’t the eager slamming of someone that just wanted a good lay, but the movement of someone that knew what they were doing and how they were doing it. It was an easy forward sweep, and the quick application of pressure that blindsided Eiki.
It was just the first of much to come. Komachi, without hesitation, cupped her waistline and fed her cock inside with a push of her hips and one guiding hand, easily sending the bulbous tip through the pink of her folds and into the entrance of her tunnel. She wasted no time beyond the initial teasing and went straight for it, easily applying pressure to a place that Eiki really didn’t expect to be offering up to the ferrywoman - and, yet, had to.
Komachi let out little more than a purring breath as she firmly, resolutely pushed her cock into the entrance of her cunt, and very quickly sent it sinking inside. She’d prepared herself with the lubrication of Eiki’s mouth, and she used it to her full advantage to send her dick thrusting into her - parting the pink of her tunnel around her head, then around the meaty whiteness of her girth. She pressed herself inside with just the right amount of force to make her reluctant inner walls yield, almost as if she’d performed such an act a dozen times before.
“O-oh,” Eiki murmured shakily. “Oh…”
“You already feel nice, Eiki,” Komachi chirped far too haughtily, and Eiki shuddered. She bit her lip and tried to focus on the insane sensation of having her insides peeled apart by a big, stiff cock, something that felt like a log inside of her. Her tunnel was slender and slim, fitting for a girl of her size and scope - and Komachi was almost too big for that. She didn’t take it slowly, either, and just steadily pushed herself into her, lodging her thickness inside with a force that was entirely born of lust.
Eiki shuddered against her desk as she was just taken by her own ferrywoman, all because she'd made a bad deal with her. She shuddered weakly, teeth biting into her lower lip, spine tingling and brain stubbornly twisting around as she was shoved full of hard, dense cockmeat in a rush of movement. It worked into her at a speedy pace, that, though not being rough, was more than enough to make her gasp in strain. Her tight insides swelled in awkward accommodation for the thick shaft, and she gasped softly with each successive inch that was pushed into her.
“You feel super tight,” Komachi breathed. Her free hand rose to cup the softness of her ass, and Eiki’s body heated up at that firm, kneading touch. “Really happy I get to break you in, Eiki.”
“J-just - just get it over with,” Eiki huffed, attempting to sound bold. “S-so I can get back to work…”
Komachi only laughed as she rolled her hips, stimulating her inner walls in a way she had never felt before. It was a dizzyingly potent movement that shifted out her pink folds and sent them swelling, and the rubbing of the bulbous head against the textured tunnel left her whimpering. Her jaw chattered as slick noises rose up to fill her ears, and she shuddered against the girl mounting her from behind so casually.
“You’re even more adorable when you act so high and mighty,” Komachi husked, indicating that she knew Eiki’s game.
Eiki whimpered.
It was clear that Komachi did it all to get a reaction out of her, to toy and tease, and Eiki was entirely vulnerable to her advances. She couldn’t manage to do much more than squeak as the hard cock was pulled back with a skilled rolling sweep that left her insides fluttering, and the extraction of her few meaty inches proved almost as intense as the initial penetration. But, as Eiki gasped, the pinkette did the exact same thing: pushed herself straight inside with an unyielding forward sweep of her hips and filled up her insides with a few girthy inches of cockmeat.
“Really tight,” Komachi teased lustfully, her one hand stroking her slender waistline and the other firmly kneading the bubbly flesh of her backside. She played with her body in the subtlest yet distracting way possible, and that, combined with the forward thrusting of her cock, made it hard for Eiki to concentrate. That might have been the entire point, but it didn’t help the structured and rigid girl to have her thoughts come through so distantly. “This is already shaping up to be a great reward…”
Komachi pulled back smoothly, drawing her turgid length out with an easy sweep of her hips. Eiki’s slender insides shivered as the broad slab of a cock was extracted from her, with the many thick inches almost gliding through her tight insides. The head felt more like a knot buried with her, and she couldn’t stop herself from gasping dizzily as it tugged through her textured walls in a potent, spine-curling display of friction, up until it was only nestled in her entrance. It filled her with a strange pressure that she thought should have been painful, yet was, instead, oddly pleasant.
She gasped silently and stared down at the desk she was made to clutch as Komachi pushed her hips forward and sent her thick cock thrusting through the tight seal of her cunt, pushing inches of her hardness into her in a steady sweep. It was an intense rush of motion that filled her with an oddly delicious friction, and she tried not to let it get the better of her. She found it hard not to whine, however, as the heavy crown stretched out her narrow chasm, peeling it apart with a sticky-wet noise and making room for the cockmeat that followed.
“You feel so amazing, Eiki,” Komachi purred lustfully, her hands stroking her body. She leaned in over her just a bit more, mounting her a bit more securely, and then rolled her hips with calculating precision. She sent the thick head grinding against her inner walls and her vascular underside scraping across her texture tunnel, and Eiki could only gasp out weakly at the strangely intense movement. “So tight and warm around my dick.”
Eiki would have flushed had she been able to get any redder, but thankfully, she could not. She could, instead, only whine softly as the cock pushed through her, rolling into her depths with the sort of ease she’d never really expected, and then tug back with a dizzying sensation. She felt weak, even though it had only truly just started. She shuddered as it rolled into her, easily peeling apart the slender walls of her snatch, making them go wide for the girth that was sent thrusting into her. Wetness squelched softly and natural female lubrication made sticky noises as it was churned by the cock, adding to the degrading lewdness of the situation.
Eiki gasped again as Komachi shifted backward, her hips tugging and her fingers stroking. She pulled herself free with a sticky-wet noise, then slapped her cock against her sodden core; then, again, thrusted her way inside, making a show of stretching her boss out and her throbbing pillar. It took the green-haired enma some time to realize that Komachi didn’t use her full length right out of the gates and was gradually building up into a smooth rhythm of thrusting that used more of herself on each repetition, but that acknowledgment mattered little. It felt huge as it stretched her out, and her small body wasn’t quite up to the task of taking that.
“That’s it,” Komachi said in a low, breathy voice. “That’s it, Eiki. Take my cock just like that…”
She purred at her as she thrust into her with dizzying potency, using her long cock to stretch her out. Her size was simply large enough to really take at toll on the smaller, more slender girl, and she didn’t need to be aggressive or monstrously hung to do it. Eiki recognize her own vulnerability to the dick right away, and each moment after was her gasping, biting down on her lip, or otherwise scratching at the desk to try and fight the sensations away.
It wasn’t easy, though; not at all.
“You’re doing such a good job,” Komachi husked, almost speaking in mockery to Eiki’s normally business-like words. “You’re taking my cock so well, cutie.”
Eiki tried not to whine too badly as the cock rolled in and out of her tight insides with each sweep of Komachi’s hips, the pace not even all that rough yet more than enough to make her feel dizzy. Her cunt was totally full of her cock, too, with walls stretched out more than she’d ever expected and the pinkness claimed by rock-hard dickmeat. Each forward push made her spine curl and her knees bend inward, and soon it was all she could do just to remain braced against the desk.
“Almost like you were made for this,” Komachi teased as she drilled her cock through her tightness. She still refrained from outright slamming, but that did not matter - the sheer speed of her thrusts, the ease with which she worked her dick in and out of her sopping snatch, was more than enough to send her reeling. It was intense, and she didn’t know how to handle any of it. “Maybe we’re super compatible, huh?”
Eiki whimpered breathlessly. She tensed her jaw and hung her head as she tried to hold fast against the sensations sent coursing through her, and failed in almost every respect. She felt nothing like her normal self as she was bent over her desk and taken by someone that had to answer to her in any other situation, and she did not at all like it. Or did she? It was hard to tell; she’d never felt anything like it before, and the intensity took her aback.
“I love how you feel,” Komachi kept on whispering, her tone low and scratchy with arousal. “I love how you make me feel, Eiki -”
She thrust into her with a bit more passion each time she moved, her hips rolling on each extraction and pumping on every push. Her cock worked through her with dizzying speed and power, more than enough to send Eiki reeling again and again. She gasped and groaned weakly as she was fucked properly for the first time, her fingernails scratching her own desk and her emerald hair fluttering around her face in a way that was positively comical.
Her breath left her in weak puffs that were sure to look slutty to Komachi, and her eyes wanted to roll up as the shaft made it powerfully deep. She felt so full that it did not seem possible, and her spine curved more and more accordingly as if to better take the shinigami’s thrusts. Her shaft filled her to the brim and then some as it worked its way into her at a steady, lustful beat, and soon her slender body began to shake. She rocked forward on each thrust and she quivered on each extraction, and as the space between the two actions diminished, she felt herself flare with unexpected heat.
“K-Komachi,” she whimpered. “A-ah…”
“So cute,” Komachi told her, voice little more than a scratchy husk. She thrust into her with force, adding a bit more to each thrust, and that was quickly accompanied by thick pulsation from her shaft. It throbbed in a way she could feel through the tight walls of her pussy, and that was almost as potent as the thrusting itself. “Having you underneath me is such a - such a prize. Gosh - gosh - ”
Komachi breathed just a bit harder with each passing moment, but Eiki was too busy gasping to properly understand it. She just felt the throbbing cock sheath itself into her at an increasing tempo, stretching her out a bit more each time it moved. She felt stuffed up, and it left her panting there against her desk in a manner that was entirely shameless yet she could do nothing at all about; she had to take the fucking just as Komachi took her prize. She gasped involuntarily and moaned despite her best intentions on each deep push, her mind recoiling away from the sensations but her body shuddering for it instead.
“D-damn,” Komachi hissed, and in the next dizzying moment she pulled free from Eiki’s grasping tightness. The girl gasped at the feeling of suddenly being emptied, and her body instinctively begged her to be filled up again - a thought that totally blindsided her in the few moments before she could shake it away.
She barely had time to look over her shoulder before the first jet of warmth hit her skin. It didn’t take her more than a second for her spinning mind to put together the pieces: Komachi pulled out, her dick throbbed, and she was unloading herself against the curve of her ass. She shamelessly painted the bubble-butt curve of her backside with her seed, something that came out in a thick, voluminous rush despite the fact that she’d only taken a pill to grant herself a cock.
Komachi let out a groan of relief. “Oh, that’s good. ”
Her cock spat out strings of hot seed that landed across the curve of her ass and stained it in warmth, much to Eiki’s flushing shame. And, though she wished to do something about it, she could only lean over her desk and pant as she pulled herself back from the dizzying sex and reorganized her thoughts - all while her ass was panted in white. Komachi spent herself against the soft roundness, plastering it with her virility, and all the green-haired girl could think about was so that’s what getting fucked is like.
As Komachi painted her backside in white, she panted against her desk in a shameless heap. Her indignity and her embarrassment only thickened as the fucking ended, as heat pooled on her skin with impossible warmth, and as she was left to soak in the ache that came with a well-fucked pussy. She panted, struggling to steady her breathing, her mind whirling at what she’d done and what she’d allowed Komachi to do to her, and found it dangerously hard to make any sense of it.
“You… you came…” Eiki murmured, her voice faint. She wasn’t sure why she said the words, and it was hard to figure out a reason even afterward; but that was fine, because she didn’t want to know any reasoning about anything in the current situation.
“Of course,” Komachi laughed. “Oh, did you want me to come inside ?”
“N-no,” Eiki scoffed on instinct, her eyes turning to glare. “Those pills aren’t safe.”
Komachi waggled her brows. “Would you stop me, though?”
“I - ah.” Eiki bit her lip. “They’re dangerous.”
Her repetition was calculated; she would not go against Komachi’s reward choice, and if she wanted to cum inside, she could. Eiki, though, did not plan on letting that happen. She’d only just realized the threat that came with being pumped full of spunk, especially when it felt as heavy, thick, and virile as hers; she could rather easily just pull off or out of her, she imagined. It wouldn’t be too hard, after all. She could give her the rewards she wanted and still keep safe.
Komachi laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. Don’t worry, though, Eiki. I’d take responsibility.”
Eiki stared at her.
“...You don’t believe me?”
Eiki stared at her some more.
Komachi rolled her eyes and sighed. “Well, I mean, I get that. But! Thanks for the fun. ”
She winked, and Eiki’s stare turned into a more embarrassed glare than anything. Komachi took the opportunity to run her hand along the Yama’s backside, moving over skin and cloth with fluttering fingers.
“It was a great reward. Best way to motivate a girl, ya know?”
“I, ah…” Eiki felt her tongue grow thick with embarrassment. She didn’t know how to respond, and she did not even have to look at Komachi’s face to see how smug she was. “Can’t say I do.”
Ignoring her words, Komachi laughed. “You look so cute like that, Eiki. It's a great look.”
“S-stop that,” she stammered.
“Hmmm… Maybe I should get out of your hair? Take the rest of the day off?” Komachi’s hands gently stroked her sides, and Eiki bit her lip hard. “Or should I stay and help you get cleaned up?”
“Take the rest of the day off,” she said instinctively, not even bothering to think about it. “I’ll tidy myself off, thank you.”
Komachi laughed. “Sure thing, boss. Thanks for that, by the way. It was a great lay. Totally needed that.”
Eiki swallowed hard, face still very much red. She didn’t know how to respond to that, either, and she just knew Komachi was toying with her.
“I’ll see what I can think up for next time,” the pink-haired girl said conversationally as she fixed up her dress, which only threw into relief how only Eiki had been the one to be unclothed - if partially - the entire time. Then, her mind focused on the words themselves, and her brain stuttered.
“Next time?”
“You said a month,” Komachi drawled thickly, as if she’d known already where the conversation would go.
“I - I did,” she acknowledged ruefully.
Komachi offered a crafty smile. “You’re not going to go back on your word, now, right?”
“Not at all,” she replied, voice filled with bluffed confidence. She didn’t like what she was saying, but she would never dream of breaking her word. “...That doesn’t mean I can’t up the quota, however.”
“Of course.” Komachi offered her a wink and a half-hearted salute. “I’ll still meet it, though.”
Eiki was still staring at the door long after the shinigami left, cum slowly dripping down the curve of her ass. Face flushed and ruddy, she could only awkwardly swipe at her green hair and gnaw nervously on her lip. What did I get myself into?
The next day, Eiki handed out her new quota paper to Komachi. She couldn’t quite meet her eyes the entire time she was in her office, and she couldn’t quite find the willpower to tell her to wipe the smug expression off her face. The shinigami, though polite as she had to be when in public or on business premises, looked as content as a cat that got what it wanted, and she was particularly more insufferable than usual. Not that Komachi was insufferable per se, but rather that Eiki almost wished she’d made herself scarce so she had a reason to lecture her instead of being in her office first thing in the morning, ready and willing to work.
“Thanks, Lady Shiki, ” she’d purred as she swiped the paper from her, offering a gentle, knowing wink, and Eiki had been too busy flushing to try and reprimand the improper conduct. She couldn’t get the sex out of her head, and she couldn’t forget what Komachi had put her through. It took up half of her processing power during the day, and it left her feeling strange and weak in the knees for the remainder of her business hours - and that wasn’t including the general soreness she felt after such sex.
She was thankful, at least, that Komachi was hard at work for the rest of the week, which was something that she never thought she’d ever so much as think. The famous slacker of a ferryman shinigami was hard at work, busying herself by actually doing her job ferrying souls across the river. That should have been more a cause for concern than it was relief - and in a way, it was. She knew that the only reason she was working was to earn her reward, and that reward could only be more of her degradingly lewd acts.
Eiki knew she should have stopped it, should have put her foot down and backed out of the degrading situation she found herself stuck in. Yet, she wouldn’t take a backward step and show hesitance in her actions. She never backed down on her duties or responsibilities, and if the entire affair was just a game Komachi was playing to see her admit to something she didn’t believe in, she would not allow it. She would remain calm and composed and poised, regardless of how lewd things might get.
With structured precision, Komachi was back in her office just four days after the new quota was set, and with another resounding victory to her name. She had, again, managed to ferry the number of souls across that Eiki had requested, and the judge of the dead souls was left to wonder if she had been way too conservative with her numbers or if Komachi was just that damned good at their job when she tried. It was an infuriating thought, and one that she lost no matter which way she sliced it: either her shinigami ferryman was the best she had and yet constantly wasted her potential by being lazy, or she was seriously underselling her own quotas and further damning herself to degrading lewdness.
But, she bore it with a stoic expression and an upward-tilted face. She didn't let her upset show on her face as she accepted the report for what it was and ruefully acknowledged that Komachi had exceeded expectations yet again. It was both a victory and a shame at the same time, and she didn't know how that could be physically possible.
“What would you like this time?” She asked tersely, already knowing the answer and dreading it.
Komachi grinned and licked her lips. “Hmmm... I was hoping for a bit more of your attention, Lady Shiki.”
She used her full title on purpose, she knew that. It was another way of one-upping her, and she was ashamed to say it worked. “Fine. And? What might that be?”
“I want you to come with me,” Komachi told her, her voice a hum.
“Go with you?” Eiki licked her lips. “Is my office not good enough?”
“For what I want? No.” Komachi let out a gentle, rolling chuckle. “What I have planned won't work in here.”
Eiki almost dreaded the words, but she couldn't back down and say no. So, instead, she just ruefully nodded her head and allowed it. “Fine. Just name the time and place -”
“It's a surprise,” she husked lowly, again leaning across her desk in a way that Eiki wanted to reprimand but found herself too tongue-tied to do. “Okay? Trust me.”
Eiki found trust a difficult concept, but she nodded anyhow. “...As you desire.”
“Perfect,” Komachi said with another little smirk, and Eiki almost dreaded what she was about to be subject to.
She sat in Komachi's lap. She felt her thick thighs beneath the cute bubbly curve of her ass and the softness of her breasts against her backside, and the warmth of embracing arms was both soothing and concerning. All of the shinigami's womanly body pressed up against her made her feel odd in a strangely girlish way; maybe some subconscious envy at being so close to a body that was so much more full than her own, or maybe some sort of natural inferiority complex that came with being so small and slender, but she didn't focus on it.
As uncomfortably comfortable as it was to be seated in Komachi's lap, what was more aggravating was the pole between her hands. It was thick and hard and difficult to manage, and she didn't get it. She clumsily fumbled with it and furrowed her brow in messy concentration, and it didn't matter how much the pink-haired girl's hands clasped her own to guide her or how her chin tucked into the corner of her neck to purr reassuring words into her ear, she just didn't get it.
“This is far too difficult,” she whined in protest, much to Komachi's rumbling amusement. “There's no purpose to this, Komachi.”
“It's easy,” the shinigami said with a laugh. “Just hold the rod out, okay, and cast the line like this -” she flicked her hands while holding Eiki's own, all in a guiding sweep “-and then wait for a little nibble before you start to pull.”
Eiki couldn't understand it. She got the basic gist of fishing, sure, but holding a fishing pole in her hands and struggling to cast, to reel, to hook, to bait, to do a bunch of strange things, none of that actually helped her all that much. It was an activity she didn't understand, and it wasn't something she ever wanted to understand. She'd felt no desire to go fishing before, and she never wanted to try. After all, the river was rife with prehistoric fauna that could quite easily tear a man in half, so fishing in that was an entirely foregone conclusion.
And, yet, Komachi seemed hell-bent on getting her to fish. She dragged her right out, and instead of committing unspeakably lewd acts with her, plopped her down on her lap, set out sandwiches on a blanket, and got fishing rods ready – then, she started to teach her how to fish. Granted, it was handier than any fishing trip out to be, but surreptitious touching was a far cry from having a dick slamming away at her core. In fact, it was so much softer than a few days prior that she was left just as shell-shocked as being face-to-face with her dick, and her brain continued to run around in circles.
“Like this,” Komachi guided, her breath washing through her ear. She shivered at the proximity, but she otherwise stoically ignored any stimulus in favour of concentration. “Let me lead.”
“Forgive me if I have less than a little faith in your ability to lead,” Eiki huffed bitterly, annoyed at her inability to reel in so much as a single nibble.
Komachi laughed. “So mean, Eiki! Geez. Here I am, teaching you to fish out of the goodness of my heart, and you're insulting me.”
“This was your reward, it is not out of the goodness of your heart.” Eiki cocked her chin up. “And, I never expressed any desire to fish.”
“Nah, but you need to relax a bit,” Komachi replied with an even tone of voice, showing that she'd prepared that line well in advance. “You need a hobby to chill.”
“I have plenty of hobbies,” she protested, to which Komachi just snuggled into her from behind – chin resting on her shoulder, large, fluffy breasts squishing into her shoulders.
“Name one.”
“Reading,” she said quickly.
“..Something that you can chill with.”
“I 'chill' while reading!”
Komachi sighed. “And that's why I'm teaching you how to fish.”
Eiki glowered, face red. “I can't get the hang of this. There isn't any point in – how do you even find this relaxing, Komachi? It's all sitting and concentration; wouldn't you be sleeping or something?”
“Ouch, that hurts!” Komachi laughed jovially. “Nah, fishing is fun. It's low intensity, calming stuff. Just me, my rod, some nice weather and some nice scenery – what's not to like?”
It was an unexpectedly thoughtful response, and one that Eiki wasn't quite sure how she wanted to respond to. Instead, she settled on biting her lip and just shyly looking around, wondering how she'd ended up there. She had truly thought she would end up on the business end of another dicking, but, instead, was sitting in a lap all too calmly and being directed in the methodology of catching fish. Utterly bizarre, and yet, that seemed to be all it was.
She tried to cast again, and did not quite succeed. The flick of her wrist was not something she could get down, and even when she did, reeling in a fish was a disastrous affair. The first one she'd landed – and she only loosely used the phrase, as Komachi had been the one to do so – had been flung comically into a tree, and quite tragically returned back to the river with a few words of apology for the unfortunate turn of events. It only made her flush in embarrassment at her own inadequacies, and if that was Komachi's entire purpose of the outing, she succeeded.
She was mortified at how badly she fished, and embarrassed at her continual lack of development – hours of it, in fact. Komachi sequestered her for the entire afternoon, and the impromptu break led to hours of learning. Even when Komachi called for a break so they could eat their sandwiches that was all it was. He had been certain that once the blanket came out and was spread she would be pinned to it and mated with like a toy, but it did not come to pass.
Eiki waited for it, though. Constantly on edge, she looked out for the next chance at lewdness, wondering when Komachi would spring it on her. There was no way she wouldn't, after all. That had been the entire point of their last encounter, and she knew Komachi well – she wouldn't just willingly spend her time with Eiki in such a manner. She would try and get some sort of gratification out of it, she was certain. So, she waited. And waited, and continued to wait, even as she sat in her lap and tried to fish.
“...You're way too tense,” Komachi whispered some time later, her voice edged into a curious lilt. “That's why you're not reeling anything in.”
“I sincerely doubt that,” she huffed, staring resolutely at the bobbing line in the water.
“You are,” Komachi accused softly. “C'mon, Eiki. Spill.”
Eiki's eyes flicked over. “I'm.... waiting for you to get something out of this.”
Komachi's amusement only seemed to grow. “What does that mean?”
“I know you're not content with just teaching me to fish,” she told her in a deadpan voice. “So I'm waiting for the metaphorical shoe to drop.”
“Oh? I can't just have my cute boss sit in my lap and relax with me?”
“No.”
Komachi laughed. “Well, that's blunt.”
“I'm blunt.”
“I know. It's quite fetching.”
Eiki's cheeks burned. “Teasing, is that it?”
Komachi winked. “There is one thing I want, actually.”
She cocked her chin up. “It's not hard to see that you're not entirely altruistic. What it is?”
Komachi leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss. Instantly, Eiki squeaked and felt her hands go lax around the fishing rod. Komachi's hands, though, were quick to swipe it up and tuck it right back into place, and with their hands laced together, she kissed her from right over her shoulder. The position meant that Eiki could break it at any time, but she was frozen; she did not know why, but having her mouth against hers left her feeling all tingly inside. The chasteness of it – the simple touch of lips rolling against her own – was oddly satisfying.
Komachi did not hold the kiss for long. She broke it with a gentle little puff of breath, and Eiki was left to shudder. They locked eyes for a long, long moment, just staring at one another, before a flick of plump lips broke her concentration and made her glower.
“See?” Eiki huffed. “Knew it. Now what?”
“Now? Now, I get back to teaching you how to fish.” Komachi adjusted her hands. “Back into proper posture, Eiki. Just sit up and -”
“That's it?” Eiki frowned over her shoulder. “Komachi -”
“All I want,” Komachi said slowly, her voice rolling with amusement, “is to have my cute boss sitting in my lap, my arms wrapped around her, while I teach her how to fish... and occasionally steal a kiss. That's all, this time.”
Eiki flushed. “You're not serious.”
Komachi grinned. “Dead serious. Because I'm a shinigami, get it?”
Eiki stared.
Komachi coughed. Then, she leaned in and kissed her again, making Eiki squeak. “Not my fault you're so kissable, Eiki. Stop being so cute, and I won't have to take advantage of you, ok?”
Eiki, cheeks red, spun back to face the water. She saw the line bob, then flushed even more. “....Another one bit and got away...”
“Hm? Oh. Oops.” Komachi laughed. “I wasn't paying attenti – but we'll get the next one!”
And that was all it was – a perfectly sincere, earnest fishing trip between a boss and her employee. One that was rife with touching, suggestive postures, and quick kisses, but nothing more than that – nothing outright lewd, nothing degrading or corrupting.
Honestly, Eiki found that even more mortifying than getting fucked over her desk.
Another quota, and another completed quota. Eiki wasn't even sure how Komachi did it. It was as if she hyped herself up and got herself into overdrive once she was handed the sheet with her work printed out on it. She showed more drive, initiative, and energy than she had in their entire time working together so far, and as great as that was for her judgment process and their monetary funds, it was distinctly bad for Eiki's mental health. She knew that the ferrywoman only did it to receive her offered prize, and she knew what that meant for her: more teasing, more embarrassment, and more mortification.
Worse, she didn't even know her reasons for it. The first time, it was easy to predict ti: she wanted to one-up her and have sex with her. She assumed that would be the routine, but then the second outing had just been a relatively innocent fishing trip. There was no baseline for Eiki to use as a reference, and maybe that was why Komachi did it: it kept her guessing, made sure she couldn't follow a pattern and understand her. If so, it was calculating and clever; if not, then she was totally at a loss as to the shinigami's intentions with her.
“What would you like this time?” She asked pointedly, shuffling her papers and not making eye contact with Komachi at all. She didn’t know what she wanted; to fish with her, to make out with her, to fuck her…
“Hmmm...” Komachi hummed thoughtfully, making it almost seem as if she'd not planned in advance exactly what she wanted. Eiki knew that to be false, but kept up her business-like manner to try and keep some sort of hold over the situation. “Tonight. I want you, tonight.”
Eiki's lips twitched. “You want me tonight. What does that mean, exactly?”
“Tonight, once our 'shifts' are done, I want you at my house.” Komachi's grin was smug and cat-like, to Eiki's flushing chagrin. “Okay?”
Eiki gnawed on her lower lip, but nodded anyhow. “Alright. I know where you live, I'll meet you -”
“No, I'll pick you up.” Komachi winked at her, and Eiki willed herself not to blush. “Like taking a girl out on a date.”
Eiki instinctively scoffed. “I don't appreciate your teasing, Komachi.”
“Who says I'm teasing?” Komachi countered, and Eiki lacked any proper response. She didn't know how to handle anything of what Komachi said as of late, and she just knew it was because of the prizes she took from her and what she subjected her to. Still, the only option she had to deal with it was to take it on the chin and walk it off, and that was exactly what she resolved to do.
Still, she thought. Visiting another woman's house? My employee? Hardly a respectable standard to be setting. Ah, she must be doing this on purpose...
“K-Komachi,” Eiki mewled. “K-Komachi, w-why – what are you- ah - ”
Eiki's moans spilled from her lips in involuntary rushes. She could not control them, and she could not really stop them. It was entirely against her will and her reason, and her attempts to remain stoic through their third encounter fell flat on their face as Komachi all but assaulted her, working at her small body with a sort of dedicated skill that took her entirely out of left field. It was shockingly skilled, terrifyingly effective, and she didn't understand where the shinigami had gotten the knowledge for such things – she surely was too busy lazing about than to become so damned effective.
Her mind twisted the problem over and over in her head, but there was no logic or reason to be found. As she laid flat on Komachi's large, fluffy, and somewhat threadbare bead, the pink-haired shinigami laid between her legs, head buried between her thighs, and messily ate her out. Without shame or reservation, she'd taken her time in kissing and tasting Eiki's flesh, slowly stripping her down until she wore nothing at all – and then buried her face against the crook of her thighs and just started going at her.
Eiki had been prepared to hold back and keep herself stoic, to show some measure of defiance as her employee rutted into her. Instead, Komachi worked at her with her tongue, sending the flexible muscle lashing across the softness of her quim and moving along sensitive folds in a way that brought constant gasps to her lips. She didn't allow her to settle into a determined expression, but, instead, blew apart her mental defences with the moving sensation of her tongue; the swipes, the flicks, the constant little licks that drove her senses wild.
“K-Komachi, s-stop,” she moaned, trying and failing to get a handle on her emotions. She'd never felt something so incredulous in her life, and she had no idea what to do about it. She gasped and bucked her hips instinctively against a soft tongue, inwardly relishing the way the muscle swiped up and through the flushed lips of her cunt. Up it went, sliding across the textured pink of her petals, then down to bury itself a little more deftly into the soft crook. She sank down, easing her way into the flushed folds, and traced along from there; delicately moving, caressing everything in reach with each tender swipe.
She gasped and threw her head back, burying it in the sheets around her. She felt like a flustered, hot mess, her body warmer than ever and her insides coiling with heat. Komachi had been going at her for – hell, she did not know how long, but maybe ten minutes. Maybe. It was too hard to tell, but the repetitions of her tongue drove her mind into a frenzy and her core into a hot, gooey mess. She didn't want to feel such things at the hands of her employee, but the movements of her tongue were just too skilled, the ministrations of her mouth just too eager.
Komachi clearly knew what she was doing and had the skills necessary to execute her lewd schemes. She dug in eagerly, her tongue moving, swiping and pushing down, digging into the softness of her folds to tease and tickle. As delicious sensations fluttered along Eiki's slender body, her tongue flicked up and around, working in broad arcs that almost felt like working patterns into the skin. She seemed to form shapes and letters, or something of that sort, and the friction made the green-haired girl bit down on her lip. It felt good, and she hated that Komachi made her feel good in such a degrading position.
“S-stop, just -just take me and – and -” Eiki let out a whimpering moan. She couldn't stop herself, and hips bucked up against Komachi's hungry mouth. The pink-haired girl let out a purring husk as she ate her out, her lips working in feverish arcs to slurp and suckle at the softness of her pussy. She pulled on the pink with her lips to provide her with unspeakable stimulation, then had her tongue slap wetly and lap at the length of her slit.
Eiki flushed and squeaked as Komachi kept on going. When her tongue moved up to trace around the hood of her clit, she let out a louder, throatier mewl- and when she started to lick the fleshy nub directly, flicking it and licking it, she trembled. A suckling kiss against her clit made her spasm and gaps, and when her small hips rose, Komachi's hands were quick to clamp down. For a long minute, she held her above the bed like a weightless toy and went at her, eating her out with a feverish intensity that blew her mind.
She felt hotter, and she felt weaker. Her toes curled and her fingers bent, and she couldn't understand any of it. She whimpered and wheezed as she was eaten out with such forceful passion, her insides lashed by her wet tongue and her sensitive clit caressed by the roiling muscles, leaving her a trembling mess. She gasped, mewled, and moaned, her eyes rolling and her head twisting back, hands desperately clutching at the bedding around her in an attempt to do something – anything – to ground herself.
Komachi went at her quickly, her tongue licking and flicking while lips worked in dizzyingly pleasant arcs. However, at the same time, her body rose; lifting up and onto the bed, pushing Eiki's small weight backward to make room for herself. Her naked body swung from side to side as she moved, and the heavy weights of her breasts shuffled beneath her torso – but Eiki could not concentrate on that. Instead, she focused on the heat filling her, a delicious sensation of pleasure that made her breath come out in pants and her tongue nearly loll from her mouth.
“Komachi - ah – Komachi - “
Suddenly, abruptly, Komachi pulled back with a smack of her lips and a smug smile. “Gosh, you sound so damn hot moaning my name.”
Flushing and panting, Eiki stared at Komachi with dizzy eyes. “Why – why did you stop?”
Komachi grinned with pride. “Want me to keep going?”
“N-no,” she stammered thickly, trying to control her emotions. She found it difficult, and she didn't find her words all that convincing, either. “Just – just why?”
“Not fair if you get to cum and I don't,” Komachi replied breezily, then reached for her small body – and Eiki could only gasp as she was rolled over onto her side, her small, pert breasts sent sloping off with the weight of gravity. Her leg was manhandled up, and she just bit her lip in a daze as she felt it slap against the taller girl's torso.
“Figured,” she said thickly, her head twisting to stare at the cock pointed directly at her wet snatch – and the woman behind it, staring down so proudly. Komachi's body was much more shapely than hers, with a flared waistline that almost looked like an hourglass, a hipline that was oddly appealing, and a pair of breasts that Eiki ruefully acknowledged looked good. Large, heavy, and soft, she could well see why chests were so attractive.
She shook those thoughts away as Komachi pulled on her small body and drew out a gasp – one that intensified as her cock's head poked into her wet slit. Where Eiki wanted to be stoic, she could only instead whimper as the sensitivity overload rocked her. She'd been well prepared, eaten out practically to the brink, and that left her body desperate for that last bit of lustful attention. She couldn't help herself or her body from wanting what it did, and as Komachi pressed forward, she instinctively knew that would mean pleasurable friction.
She bit her lip. “G-get it over with...”
“I think you like it,” Komachi laughed, and Eiki furiously blushed while shaking her head.
“No, I – I – ahhh, oh -” Her eyes squeezed down and her teeth dug into her lip hard enough to draw blood as Komachi pushed herself forward right then and there, driving her long, thick cock into the tightness of her quim. She did it with calculated precision, as if knowing the perfect moment to make a mockery of Eiki's moans and turn her into a whining little mess. Her insides slipped out around the cock all at once, her folds swelling in accommodation to the large, meaty cock.
It sank into her with infuriating smoothness. She did not need to prepare Komachi with her mouth like last time when she instead had been made soaking wet. It was laughably easy for the smug shinigami to thrust into her, sending the thickness of her cock's head into her tight, grasping snatch with a simple push, and then the inches beyond even smoother still. The initial penetration made Eiki gasp and whimper, for the feeling of having her insides stretched out by something so big and stiff was not something she could easily handle – but her body loved it.
With those treacherous feelings dancing around inside of her, Komachi huffed out a laugh. “Wow. You're super wet, Eiki. Did I do that good of a job?”
“No,” she huffed, trying and failing to get a good hold on her emotions. “T-this isn’t the time for flirting…”
“No? My bad.” Komachi let out a little laugh. “Guess I’ll just have to look for other times, then…”
Eiki whimpered breathlessly as her leg was hoisted up and the cock sent forward in a broad, sweeping arc, pushing aside the glistening folds of her cunt with ease. Inner walls swelled around it, filling out with each successive inch that pushed into her slick tightness, and it made her gasp even more. It was a heady, intense sensation, and biting her lip simply did not help her anywhere near as much as she wanted it to. She dug fingers into the bed around her and buried her face halfway into the sheets, hoping against hope that would be enough.
It was not, not as Komachi sighed in pleasure and rolled her hips with muscular force. Eiki whimpered as the cock pressed forward, filling out her insides with such slick smoothness it left her head reeling. She was so sensitive already that the simple action of being filled up made her want to groan in relief, and it was not made any better by the fact that she could feel Komachi throbbing inside of her. Her insides were simply too tight around her, and every pulse, each throb, the simple sensation of her veins, all of it could felt in perfect detail.
She whimpered, and Komachi groaned. “Ah, Eiki. You feel amazing around my cock, you know?”
Eiki didn’t want to know, but neither could she properly protest against it as she was driven to the point of moaning. The cock rolled in up to the mind-numbing midsection before drawing back again, pulling out of her with a faintly wet slurp. Walls shivered around it as it retreated, and that simple friction alone sent her already high-strung nerves burning with passion - and when Komachi pushed in again, driving into her at a brisk, speedy pace, she shuddered in unexpected bliss.
She didn’t want to feel it, but she had no choice in the matter. Komachi had prepared her all too well, pushed her right to the very brink, and now all she could do was moan as the cock drilled into her. The speedy pace had just that right amount of force and tenderness about it, something that both allowed her to adjust to the feeling of being stretched out by a big, fat cock, but also ensured her body tingled as it pushed into her. Clamping walls were parted, sensitive spots were brushed, and both of the girls moaned at the sensations.
“Fuck,” Komachi sighed. She pulled on Eiki’s leg and held it against her chest, and the enma tried not to think about how it felt to have her calf sliding against a pillowy tit. “You’re so wet. Ah, it’s like - like being wrapped up in heat -”
Her silly words washed over Eiki, as all she could do was bury her head in the sheets and gasp as the cock rolled out of her with a smooth sweep. Komachi’s hips rolled, grinding the vascular underside of her cock against her velvety insides. She whimpered as the silken walls of her snatch snapped back into shape as the shaft retreated, and then shuddered from head to toe as it pushed right back inside - pushing through the glove of her pussy with ease, making juices and saliva squelch all too wetly.
“And you’re so tight, ” Komachi praised, the earnestness in her voice making Eiki’s fuzzy brain do loops. “You’re just perfect, Eiki.”
“Ah - d-damn - Komachi, just - just -”
Eiki wasn't sure what she even wanted to say. She never considered herself someone that could be made breathless or dizzy or just made silent, yet Komachi did a remarkable job just by eating her out and sticking her through with her cock. The act of movement sent delicious tingles of friction through her, and she couldn’t help but pant as her fellow tender of souls moved her hips and rolled her waistline to brusquely, yet somehow smoothly, work her cock in and out of her tight depths.
“Let me hear you moan,” Komachi husked, her hands cradling Eiki’s upstretched leg all too well and her hips using the gap she’d made with to the fullest on each forward push. Her stomach gently thumped against her skin as she buried herself in agonizingly deep, and her large tits wobbled gently on her chest.
Eiki did not want to moan - did not want to give Komachi that prize. Yet, it was increasingly hard to control even half of her whimpering moans, much less the majority. Every thrust felt agonizingly good, each push all too gratifying, and feeling it all thrusting through her gushing depths brought her a pleasure she didn’t want to feel but could not help to enjoy. She gasped into the bedding each time the shinigami’s hips moved forward, her fingers tightening in the sheets.
She gasped as the bulbous cockhead rolled through her sopping cunt, bashing aside walls with a sensation that made her nerves tingle and toes curl. Spongy walls swelled out in time with the steady thrusting, leaving scarcely a moment where she wasn’t filled up with hard, dense cockmeat. Though Komachi had created it with a pill, it felt entirely real as it plunged into her sopping warmth over and over, dragging along the soft pink of her folds and pushing through into her steaming depths with ease. It slammed into her at a speedy but tamed pace, as if Komachi knew that she couldn’t take it too rough and instead rode the line just behind it.
“K-Komachi,” she gasped, trying and struggling to keep herself steady. “Ah - ah, Hell - ”
“That’s it,” Komachi husked, voice teetering. “That’s it, Eiki, cutie, let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”
Komachi thrust into her smoothly and quickly, and from the tight, squeezing walls of her pussy, Eiki could feel every last ridge, vein, and bump roll through her. The grinding sweeps of the vascular cock left her breathless, and the sensation of it plunging into her sodden slit left her mewling. It was too intense for someone already pushed to the brink, and she could not cope with it. She didn’t want to, but she moaned a bit louder each time the pink-haired woman pushed forward, with her entire body shuddering as skin made fleshy contact.
The shinigami slapped against her core each time she thrust into her, using the full length of her cock to plumb her wet cunt. Her silky tunnel was stretched out and filled to the brim, the entire slender cavern remorselessly packed full, and Eiki could only moan each and every time she felt the pillar of dickmeat bury itself within her. She gasped into the bed and quivered gently as Komachi fucked her, hips working her cock in and out with mind-numbing force and power, all while her leg was hoisted up to offer easy access.
Komachi almost mated with her, or so it felt. She knew nothing about it, though, save for the pleasure rolling through her well-prepared snatch, and that heat from before quickly returned full-force. She almost felt like drooling as her insides began to feel like a gooey mess, and she shuddered weakly as the cock thrust into her with passionate force - reaming her out, hammering away with a steady throbbing sensation that reverberated through her tightened snatch.
“I’m close,” Komachi told her lustfully, “and you are, too, huh?”
Those words made sense to her. They rocked around her vulnerable, well-fucked mind, but they made sense. She knew what it meant for Komachi to be close, and what it meant for her cock to throb. It meant a climax, and it meant cum. That was a prospect that was dangerous enough to cut through the haze of her thoughts and bring her back to the present, if only barely. It was the kind of thing that made her body twist and tongue curl in defiance, ready to spit out words of warning: don’t cum, and pull out, and - and -
Eiki groaned. She bit her lip and tried to concentrate on her thoughts and not her own approaching climax. Being cummed inside of was very dangerous, she understood that. She knew what it meant, and she understood the risk behind it. The pills she’d sourced weren’t just for fun, and everything they produced was very, very real - semen included. She’d already gotten a front-row seat of the size of her load, too. There was a very real risk that if it blew inside of her she’d end up a little heavier in the coming months, with her employee’s baby cooking away inside of her.
I gotta stop her, she thought. I gotta - she should pull out at least -
She shuddered, her body shivering as pleasure rocked through it. She knew she should have protested the coming climax; that was the responsible thing to do. There was no point letting the words rest on her tongue while she got just a few more seconds of pleasure; no point at all. She should stop it. It would be easy. Probably.
She bit her lip and quivered. I can last for a few seconds longer, right? Get her to pull out in just a bit? The words rocked around in her mouth as she moaned, loving the way that Komachi thrust away at her. She cored her out with passion and deliberately stoking her inner heat until she could not control herself. It felt good enough for her to want to keep going, and the only thing to rock around in her head was that she could end it at any time.
I can end it any time, she thought to herself, her mind dizzy. Just- just a little bit more.
Panting and writhing, Eiki gasped with pleasure and reluctance, struggling to come to grips with how good Komachi made her feel and how insane the situation she found herself in truly was. She gasped and quivered weakly as her small, slender body was fucked against the bed, her thin leg effortlessly hoisted up and made to bounce in Komachi’s firm hands. She rode the high while trying to will herself into telling Komachi to pull out, and pushed it aside over and over.
I gotta - I gotta stop her - She moaned under her breath. It would be - what kind of boss would get irresponsibly knocked up by an employee? I can’t take care of - Komachi wouldn’t - that would be scandalous. I - oh. Oh, it’s so good I’m so close I -
“That’s it, Eiki,” Komachi purred, “cum for me, baby, okay? Cum for me -”
Right after, Eiki promised herself, mind dulled with pleasure. Right after I cum I’ll have enough time -
Eiki could feel Komachi swelling, and it made her head even dizzier. She was simply too sensitive, and it sent potent shudders along her core and up into her deepest spots. Her toes flexed, curled, and bent down, which matched the fingers tugging on the bedsheets she was oh-so-steadily fucked into. Her body rocked and rolled, her shoulders rubbing and hips shifting, every inch of her coiling with heat. She gasped as the steady thrusting fucked her right to her peak, and then, with a quivering, mewling breath, shuddered in orgasmic release.
She couldn’t help herself; it just happened. One moment she was grounded, the next she felt like she was floating on clouds. She hit a crashing peak she didn’t expect, and everything from there was waves of pure pleasure soaking into every weary inch of her body. Her mind soared with sexual satisfaction as she rode it out, and everything burned with delightful heat - and through it all, Komachi thrust into her a few more agonizing times, making it so much more intense.
Komachi, though, did not last much longer. She grunted as she grabbed her leg and held it tightly, then thrust into her with numbing force. She pushed in, then held herself down for the final time - taking up every inch of her velvety snatch and holding still, her cock pulsating in time to her rippling sheath. Then, Eiki was treated to an entirely new heat as liquid warmth spiralled out into her gooey insides. A rush of potent heat that was just that much more intense than her own, and far more visceral, too.
Oh no, Eiki thought, her voice cutting through her pleasure like a sharp knife. It feels good. She’s - ah -
She gasped dizzily as heat bloomed within her, making her head feel light. Cum shot into her unprotected insides in an intense rush, splashing along the lining of her snatch and pooling into her sodden depths at a rapid-fire pace. It filled her right up with the same potency as the dick itself, and she gurgled weakly as hot seed poured through her. String after string of gooey warmth soaked into her, staining her narrow channel with hearty white baby-batter that felt as real as the cock itself.
Eiki slumped against the bed in a sweaty, well-fucked mess, almost - almost - drooling into the sheets as she came off her high. She felt bloated out with all of the baby-batter Komachi dumped inside of her, and that heat almost lulled her into a sleepy state. Sleep was the last thing on her mind, though, for she remained hyper-aware of the situation she was in and the mind-numbing feeling of a dick holstered within her. Filled with sticky, gooey warmth, her mind struggled to process the myriad sensations rolling through her - and entirely failed at it.
She hadn’t stopped it. She’d taken the irresponsible route and let her employee fill her with dangerously thick, potent cum, spattering her womb with warmth. It would be the scandal of the century if she got knocked up by her care-free subordinate, and Eiki would have fallen to a new low. She hated that idea, and she hated her weakness. And, yet, what she hated worst of all was how good it felt. She felt so warm and full and thick that it was all too pleasant for her, and her body wanted more.
Oh, no. Eiki gurgled even in her own thoughts, and outwardly, nothing but hot pants left her lips. I gotta - I gotta do something about it… Right?
...But it feels so warm...
“That was great, Eiki,” Komachi husked, leaning in and over her. She raked her fingers through sweaty green bangs, and all the usually businesslike girl did was pant. “You’re just so good at taking my cock, you know that?”
Eiki didn’t respond. She didn’t think she could.
Komachi giggled and slipped in beside her, wrapping her soft, secure arms around her slender body. “Want a rest before we go for another round?”
Eiki didn’t think she could handle another. But, true to her promises, she just nodded silently.
She didn’t trust her voice.
“You can’t just stay cooped up inside all day long,” was what Komachi said as she dragged her outside.
And that was it. Komachi’s prize for her fifth successful quota - barely two weeks into the start of the affair - was just to have her eat lunch with her out in the sunshine. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Last time, the time just after she’d brought her home to have sex, she’d fucked her in the little building near to where she tethered her boat; but after two sexual encounters, she morphed right back into her innocent routine and asked her out for lunch.
Eiki sat there warily, almost as if nervous about it. She bit her lip and chewed on it as Komachi calmly set out the meal she’d made and then just started to eat, treating it all with far too much familiarity. The green-haired girl was left at-odds, with one part of her expecting lewdness to start up right away and another part wondering at Komachi’s intentions - and the most important part of her wanting to get right back to work, not at all liking the way that Komachi interrupted her day for such a trivial thing.
“You’re way too tense again,” Komachi noted, one of her long fingers flicking out to point at her face. “Is the sandwich not good? I’m pretty sure it’s your favourite kind…”
“It’s fine,” Eiki replied, because it was her favourite kind. She did not know why Komachi went out of her way to make it, but she brushed that aside. “I’m just unsure as to why you dragged me out here.”
Komachi looked at her from around a mouthful of food. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” she chided gently, and Komachi dutifully nodded - almost as if Eiki was in charge again, which she wasn’t. Not for the hour that the shinigami requested as her prize.
“It’s a nice day, the sun’s out, it’s fun,” Komachi said, finishing her earlier statement. “You’re always stuck up inside doing your work; that’s no way to enjoy your lunch break.”
“We don’t need lunch breaks,” Eiki pointed out, and the shinigami, at first, squinted, then pursed her lips, then shrugged lazily.
“Eh, no fun it otherwise.”
“That does not make sense.”
“Sure it does.” Komachi nudged her. “Now, enjoy.”
Eiki stared down at her sandwich.
“...You’re still too tense,” Komachi sighed.
“Why did you bring me out here?”
Komachi sighed again. “I just want you to learn to enjoy things once and a while instead of being cooped up.”
“I have a lot of work to do.”
“Yeah, because I’m meeting my quota.”
Eiki had to ruefully acknowledge that her words were true.
“If I don’t drag you out of that office, you’re gonna be stuffed up all day long. You don’t have to do that.” Komachi bumped their shoulders together. “So, here we are. Now, eat, Eiki. I’m not gonna let you glower the whole time.”
Eiki’s nose twitched as she stared at Komachi. She had to make an active attempt to stare up into her eyes, because their position put her roughly at chest-level - and her chest was most definitely distracting, especially when she peeled those two upper buttons apart and showed off a hint of her cleavage and -
She shook the thoughts away. “...I just don’t want to get behind.”
“On your work?” Komachi pulled a face. “You’re the best worker I know, literally. Like, you’ll get it done in no time. Just relax for a bit with me, okay?”
“...No sex?”
Komachi laughed. “Are you asking for sex?”
“No,” she said quickly, and ignored the way her thighs instinctively pressed together. She was expecting it, her body anticipating it, but that was easy to ignore.
“Then, eat up!” Komachi wrapped an arm around her, leaning in to press breasts into her shoulder, and Eiki felt a potent shudder run through her - and an even more potent surge of heat rush through her core.
She ignored it and did exactly what Komachi asked. She took a bite of her sandwich, chewed methodically, and found herself humming as a pleasant taste filled her tastebuds.
“So?” The shinigami prompted cheerfully, and Eiki was forced to shyly make eye contact.
“It’s good,” she answered, and Komachi’s resulting grin was almost enough to make her heart thump.
When Komachi’s next prize request came along, Eiki was left even more unsure than usual. Would it be sex? Would it be lewd flirting and touching? Would it be an innocent outing? Or would it be something worse? She could not tell. There was no baseline to establish, no motive to glean beyond toying with her, and it left her chewing on her lip each time a successful quota came in. She knew well before Komachi did, of course, and she was sure the ferrywoman knew that, too. It was why she didn’t rush in immediately anymore, and it left Eiki stewing in her own uncertainty.
It was also why she was taken aback when Komachi asked to schedule her prize for the next day, and further asked for an impromptu day off for the both of them - something that Eiki couldn’t actually say no to, even if her subordinate ‘asked’ it of her. She allowed it, and she continued to allow it as Komachi promptly told her the next morning that they were going to spend a day at the spa: at the Hot Spring town in the former prime locale of Hell.
Eiki felt mortified to be marched into the Town with Komachi’s arm strung around her, hating the way that the shinigami treated it as another lazy day out for her - or, worse, treated it like a date. At least, Eiki thought she hated it. It was somewhat hard to tell what the emotions twisting around in her heart were, but she didn’t think she liked any of them. It was decidedly strange to be led around by her subordinate, their heights totally mismatched and her frame entirely too girlish by comparison, making that contrast all the more comical to the eyes of other Youkai and spirits.
Like a fair ground, Komachi took her around with an arm slung around her shoulder as if to show her off, and it mortified her. It embarrassed her even more as she tried to buy her things - fluffy, wispy candy and balls of fried dough and meats on skewers and other street-level food, and she cringed away from most of it purely on instinct because of what she was forced to do. She was definitely presenting a bad image to the others around her, she believed that. It was hard for her to calm down, even when the ferrywoman told her to in a whispering breath.
She convinced herself that the only reason she ate the offered skewers was because it would make her look more ‘natural’, and that the only reason she allowed herself to be led around by the arm in public was because it was Komachi’s prize to do so. She ignored anything else and concentrated firmly on fighting the violent blush on her cheeks right down. With every active attempt to keep herself firm being made, she allowed the pinkette to bring her around and shuffle her over to one of the more private of the sauna-like resorts in Hot Spring Town.
There were pools of water all over the town, with most of it crashing down from above like waterfalls. It was a rather surreal sight, and all across the place the two of them could see lounging Youkai in the pools, soaking in the steaming water while in the skimpiest of clothing - or outright not wearing any. It made sense and Komachi took it with a grin, but Eiki flushed each time her eyes crossed over the naked chest of some lounging spirit. Komachi, however, led them to one of the proper little ‘inns’ that made a business of the hot springs, to their financial benefit. How or why the shinigami led her there she didn’t know, but soon enough they were undressed, towels around them, and plopped down into a small, private pool of steaming water surrounded by stones and a wooden fence.
It was all very stereotypical, she thought. The entire town was ancient Japan to a fault, and the hot spring was no different in that regard. Picture-perfect, almost, and it provided a cozy atmosphere to indulge in. Komachi did so on instinct, throwing her arms around the stone lip of the steaming-hot pool with an indulgent sigh, letting her magnificent chest pop outward. She didn’t even bother with any of the towels, and was perfectly happy to let them float limply in the water - she simply didn’t care as she paraded herself around in the nude.
Eiki cared. She bit her lip and shyly looked away as she huddled in the warm water, her own small, slender body wrapped up in two towels - one around her hips, the other around her modest chest. She felt more self-conscious than ever as she sat beside Komachi in a semi-public spot without her dress to disguise her svelte frame, and she warily eyed her partner the entire time.
Her chest pushed out above the waterline to no small degree, and they hung rather proudly on her ribcage. Two large white mounds of flesh, each one near-perfect in shape for their size, and with that gentle amount of dip to each that saw them gently splay across her torso - the ample amount of cleavage and side-boob both. As the heat collected and moisture gathered, a few faint beads of liquid started to travel down the rounded flanks. It looked like the beads of water trailing along a glass on a hot summer day, and Eiki subconsciously licked her lips.
“Ah, this is nice,” Komachi sighed, theatrically leaning herself back against the lip of the spring. She hummed throatily and sent her chest vibrating gently, which Eiki found a touch distracting. “Nothing beats relaxing in a good old fashioned hot spring…”
Eiki clicked her tongue. “Is that why you dragged me out here?”
“Yes,” Komachi laughed. “You need to learn how to relax!”
“You need to learn how to cover up,” Eiki murmured, her body sinking into the hot water. It was pleasant, sure, and she did kind of like the heat of it, but she could have been spending her time working.
“You like it,” Komachi accused in a smug, rolling voice, and Eiki flinched. “I see you looking at me.”
“That is not true,” she protested, cheeks flushed. Komachi laughed boldly, and it sent her tits wobbling.
“Yeah, it is.”
“No, it is not,” Eiki huffed.
“You’re blushing.”
She looked away. “I am not.”
Komachi hummed throatily. “Whatever floats your boat, Eiki. My boat, though? You float it.”
“That... makes no sense,” Eiki deadpanned. “If that was flirting, it was awful.”
The shinigami puffed out her cheek. “Hey, I was pretty proud of that one…”
“You have low standards.”
“Hey, don’t call yourself a low standard!”
“I -” Eiki blushed as the retort made sense. “S-stop that.”
“What - flirting?”
She blushed a little bit more. “Whatever you call it, stop it.”
“Man,” Komachi chuckled, “you are just so cute when you’re flustered.”
Eiki wisely remained silent. She didn’t know what else to say, and so instead just sat in the hot water like the flustered mess she felt like. She was totally out of odds with the situation and had no sense of control over any of it, leaving her in a state of messy panic. She chewed on her lip as her bare skin was warmed by the steaming water, and she glanced only cautiously at her buxom, shapely employee, scanning eyes over lush curves that were terribly inviting to the eyes.
“Did you bring me out here just for this?” She asked quietly a handful of minutes into her quiet, steam-filled introspection.
“Define this, ” Komachi chirped, sounding all bubbly and bright. “You mean a nice, relaxing trip to the sauna? Totally. You really need a break, Eiki.”
“I do not, ” Eiki countered fiercely.
“Yeah, you do,” her employee drawled.
Eiki turned her nose up at her.
“Buuuut….” Komachi winked at her as she revealed something in her hand - a little white tablet. She threw her head back and popped it into her mouth, and Eiki realized with dawning trepidation that it was one of the pills that let her grow a cock. “Since you bring it up, I wouldn’t mind some action…”
“Right here?” Eiki asked timidly. She didn’t know why she asked; it made sense that would be on the forefront of her mind. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Anyone could, sooo…” Komachi winked. “Get to it, Eiki.”
Eiki clicked her tongue, face red. She couldn’t refuse Komachi’s demand, and she knew she had to comply - especially when she saw her cock break free from the waterline like a proud spear, arching many inches up into the air. She stared at it warily, her teeth gnawing on her lip in a now-familiar tick, and felt her body heat up at the same time.
“I should have figured this would end up like…” she trailed off and sighed. “Let’s get this over with…”
“You always act so reluctant,” Komachi noted, her voice thoughtful. At the same time, she cupped the back of Eiki’s green head of hair and urged her forward, bringing her down toward her cock. “But you could change the deal at any time, Eiki.”
“You know I can’t,” she scoffed, allowing herself to be brought face-to-face with the long, thick dick, her head just a few inches from the hot water’s surface. It was thick and throbbing already, and as much as it daunted her to be face-to-face with all that hard, stiff cockmeat, it wasn’t exactly foreign to her anymore. It was almost average, and she didn’t think twice.
“I asked you out here for a day off, and I asked to extend the reward for a day,” Komachi pointed out. “That’s more like multiple rewards. By technicality, you could just say no. ”
Eiki considered it. She considered the words, what they meant, and what they implied. She could possibly, very possibly, say no and still not break her word or back down on her promise: it did constitute multiple rewards, in a way. It would be a technicality, though, because she’d promised herself to Komachi for the day, and as far as she was concerned, that meant she was hers to use as she wished. She was aware that she dug herself into a deeper hole, and she didn't like that one bit.
She did what came naturally to her, and buried her thoughts in her work - and that work was, at the moment, sucking on Komachi’s cock as quickly as possible before someone else walked into the hot spring. Without saying another word she wrapped her small hands around the girth, struggling to get her fingers all the way around, and went down. She did so without lust, though she couldn’t deny the burning sensation in her body that came with her acts; neither could she deny the ferrywoman’s amused chuckle, as if she knew.
Eiki didn’t want her to know anything, and she didn’t want to think about the degrading work she was subject to. It was, at least, easier to pretend that it was degrading work, and not that it was something she chose of her own volition now and not something that her body seemed to warm up to each time it started. She released a simple, lustful breath as she leaned in, and she pressed the lips of her mouth against the head of the meaty cock below her.
Komachi sighed happily at her touch, and Eiki’s nose twitched. She leaned over her, moving one of her hands to cup a pleasantly soft thigh to brace herself, and used the other to keep the shaft upright. She kissed at the head with her soft mouth, moving in the way that Komachi had shown her just the other day. Her mouth rolled, bathing it in the gentle heat beyond her lips, and then closed down in a soft, suckling kiss. The shaft pulsated against her fingers, prompting her to tighten her grip accordingly.
She squeezed the dick as she started to go down on the large, almost daunting cock. It wasn’t massive, but like Komachi, it was enough to be intimidating. She tried to ignore it even as her senses prickled, and she went down on her cock with a sort of reluctant dedication - something that she didn’t want to do, but knew she had to. Eiki did not do things by halves, and so she sent her tongue sliding out against the side of the girldick she went down upon, gently licking the sensitive flesh.
“Mhm,” Komachi hummed. “Get to it, Eiki. You’re always pretty good with that mouth…”
Eiki ignored her, and she ignored the way her spine tingled at her words. She settled in against her cock with a strange sensation pooling in her stomach and set her lips against the thick flank, letting them squish down securely. She pushed in and kissed the side, and then let herself fall a bit more and kiss down. She tried not to think about what she was doing as she started to worship Komachi’s cock, and very simply let her actions guide the pace of the lewdness that was about to ensue.
She went down, her lips rolling across the broad flank. Her mouth touched down in small, tender presses, not quite the sloppy kissing that Komachi had urged her into the last time they’d fucked, but that hardly mattered. Any amount of stimulation made the girl moan, and that was all she needed to do as she went down on her, her mouth rolling across the many vascular inches she held in her hand. Her fingers squeezed the girth to make it throb and easily hefted it around, bringing it into easier range of her mouth - all while Komachi’s hand did the same thing to her head.
“That’s it,” the ferrywoman sighed. “Just lick my cock, Eiki. Put that sharp tongue to good use.”
Eiki resisted the urge to roll her eyes as her mouth curled around the meaty pillar of a cock. With the water washing steam over her face from below, she kissed at the throbbing underside in a way that just slightly more sloppy than before and earned herself a grateful little sigh of pleasure. Ignoring how the sound made her feel, she let her tongue slip out from between her lips and gently trace along the base of the cock, at first moving in little more than a slender touch. The second lick was a bit more full and a bit more heady, with the flat of her tongue dragging up and along the many vascular inches she leaned over.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff,” Komachi groaned, and again, Eiki tried to ignore the sensations her words brought her.
She settled in over her lap, one hand braced on her thighs and the other manhandling her dick, and ran her tongue along her cock. The flat of it moved over a swathe of creamy cockmeat, but failed to cover more than half the length on that first lick; she settled down for another, her tongue rolling as best as she could, and left the shaft wetter than when she’d started. As Komachi sighed in relief she pulled up to the bulbous head and let the pink muscle drag across it, then leaned in to press a chaste kiss against the tip.
As Komachi moaned, she went down across her cock in a series of reluctant but necessary kisses, allowing her mouth to squish down against the stiff girlcock. She pressed in, her lips closing fast, and suckled hard; pulling on the skin and drawing out further happy sighs from the pink-haired beauty. Eiki felt her body flush with heat, but pushed that away as she slurped on the heaving flank of the powerful dick, decorating it with lewd wetness. Hot, fluttering kisses decorated one side until she hit the waterline, then her hand re-adjusted and moved the dick around until she was able to work at the other end.
She tried not to think at all as her tongue swiped across the length of the dick, moving from bottom to tip in a long, rolling sweep, then around the bulbous head to trace out the ridges - then back down again, curling across the other flank. She panted against it as she moved, her breath falling in puffs, and then curled her tongue across white cockflesh. Her lips closed down in a suckling kiss that drew out a moan, and she slurped at it with a soft press that had the cock throbbing in her hand.
“A real natural,” Komachi marvelled. “Ah… Gosh, having a cutie like you going down on me is just…”
Eiki let her head be manhandled around by Komachi, and moved only to work with the dictation of her hand; pressed against a flank, she suckled hard; moved in against the underside with her rolling lips, her tongue sliding along; her head shifted up to the tip, and there she suckled with firm, cheek-pulling intent, drawing it up in a tight seal that left the pinkette moaning just that much more. She pulled at her cock with her firm lips and her rolling tongue, bathing it in slick, sloppy warmth; and, when she was brought up to the head again, she instinctively clamped her mouth down around it.
There was little hesitation in her movements. She went down on Komachi at her hand’s gentle dictation, and slurped down the first few inches with a wet noise. She went down on the thick, heavy shaft with a wet noise, pulling it up into the soft heat of her mouth without anywhere near the same level of reluctance as the first time. Heck, she didn’t even dislike the taste as much as before, but she tried not to focus on that at all. She left it aside as she descended on the dick, taking it into her mouth with a swelling of her cheeks and lips at the same time.
Her tongue flexed in accommodation, and though it struggled around the broad girth, she did her best. She descended upon it with a wet noise and a sloppy gurgle, as she remained unable to handle the build-up of saliva in her mouth. She didn’t want it to get sloppy or messy, though, and so kept her lips tight the entire time, allowing them to roll across the cock with a silky sweep and causing the drool to build up around her tongue instead. Komachi sighed happily as she worked herself down on her throbbing shaft, pushing a swathe of it into her mouth, and only grimacing once it hit the entrance of her throat.
Coughing wetly, she adjusted herself. She pulled back, her cheeks slowly shrinking as she drew off the heaving shaft, and that produced wetter, thicker noises. Saliva drooled down ever so gently from where she retracted, quickly reaching down like long fingers to soak over her actual fingers which clutched at those untouched inches of pulsating girldick. She ignored that, too, and drew up to the tip, nestling it within her soft lips before dropping straight back down. She pulled it into the saliva-soaked heat of her mouth with reluctant lust, and Komachi moaned happily for it.
Her cock throbbed happily as Eiki threw herself down in a sloppy arc, taking it inside with a wet noise and a gentle drooling of saliva. She gurgled wetly around it as she struggled to properly take its length, but entirely ignored that strain as she slurped away at it. The wet sounds of pops and squelches filled her ears, and she pushed those aside even as they made her body heat up all the more. She very simply busied herself with her lewd, degrading work, rising up the shaft with a wet noise and then down again with a bob of her head, and felt her spine prickle as fingers raked through her hair.
“A natural,” Komachi earnestly repeated. “Fuck - fuck. ”
Her groans filled the spa, and Eiki would have happily reprimanded her about decorum had she been able; she wasn't, and instead knew the only way to silence her would be to get it down with as fast as she could. She pulled at her cock as her head bobbed in slow, sloppy arcs, her strained gurgles and sputters coming out loudly and thickly with each descent. She pulled back with little huffs, struggling to pull in enough air through her nose to fill her lungs, and went down again, taking the dick like only a clinically precise judge could offer.
She pulled and slurped at the shaft, rising and falling with her tongue flat like a carpet and lips firm like a vice. She pulled on it with the silky smoothness of her mouth and bathed it in lush heat every time she moved, and for those inches left untouched, her hand took up the slack and gently stroked. Eiki was aware that Komachi was no longer guiding her head along, but she bobbed and bounced of her own volition anyhow - it was an easy rhythm for her, and she tried not to think about how that came about, either.
“Amazing,” Komachi huffed, her head cocked back. Her impressive chest heaved as she breathed, and her free hand casually kneading her own fluffy titflesh as if to convey her satisfaction. “Fuck, Eiki, almost there...”
Eiki felt her throbbing. It was obvious against her tongue, in her cheeks, and across her fingers. She didn't stop suckling, even so. She dropped down on it rather happily, her mouth burying itself on inches of broad cockmeat, taking it deeper, and deeper, and deeper, more and more and more. She gurgled as it hit the back of her throat, and pulled back with gently watering eyes. Pulling back with a wet noise, her mouth slurped across the cock before she went down again with a series of wet pops and sloppy sputters, working at the pulsating slab of a dick with awkward passion.
She did not want to say she enjoyed any of it, and it was easy to furrow her brow and look defiant when she had control – and she was in control. She sucked the cock of her own accord, but that only made it more degrading. She willingly impaled her mouth with throbbing cockmeat and made her employee moan louder and louder, servicing her with her own body. It was humiliating, it was gross, and it was strangely hot. Enticing, in a way. She couldn't deny that her body felt warm -
Eiki brushed that aside as Komachi moaned and jerked her hips. Fingers tightened in green hair, and Eiki's eyes went wide as she realized what was about to happen. The shinigami gently shoved her down, forcing her onto her shaft before she could pull back, and she immediately sputtered messily. Her hands launched out to slam against her thighs, but that was as far as she was able to get before the dick began to throb potently and sent hot strings of cum ejaculating right into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Komachi declared, and internally, Eiki's squealed. She ignored how hot it was to be pushed down so dominantly by the buxom shinigami and instead just gurgled in pointless protest as cum spattered the inside of her mouth with sticky warmth. She coughed wetly as the hot seed filled her mouth with sudden gushes of hot baby-batter, slurping around the inner lining of her cheek and down around her teeth, immediately pooling down around the bottom to stick fast.
Her eyes watered in defiant protest, but it was only because of the strain; not because she hated it or felt horribly abused. It felt a bit hotter than she wanted it to, honestly, and ignoring that became hard as rope after rope of hot, sticky seed filled her mouth, coating it in virile warmth. Komachi filled her mouth without a second thought, coating her mouth to the very brim, and held her there just as firmly for the minutes after her cock spent its load.
It was a moment later before Komachi relaxed her grip and allowed Eiki to shoot up with a defiant glare, but not far enough to really pull away; not far enough not for their eyes to lock, for lips to twitch into a grin, and for the tall, busty shinigami to abuse her height and lean into her. The look froze her, and it made Eiki feel small in the best possible way – the kind of way where the voice in the back of her head whispered, tall girls are the best.
“Swallow,” Komachi urged softly, her voice smooth as silk, and Eiki obeyed. She swallowed rhythmically, downing her cum without a word of defiance, and the rippling of her neck made Komachi smirk. “Open.”
Eiki opened her mouth, flashed her tongue, and showed her empty mouth. Komachi smiled and rubbed her head affectionately, and Eiki flushed hard. “Good girl.”
Eiki bit her lip and looked away – then gasped as Komachi pulled on her entire small, slender body, tugging her onto her lap and just holding her there against her. She did nothing more, even with the cock poking up between her thighs. She just held her, nuzzling into her, and the green-haired girl tried her hardest not to quiver.
“Now, let me show you how to just kick back and enjoy a sauna, okay?” Komachi hummed into her ear, and Eiki's mouth went dry.
“Okay,” she murmured quickly and quietly. “Just – just don't waste my time too much.”
Komachi laughed throatily, and Eiki shuddered again. She felt hot and clammy, her face warm and her core fuzzy, and she liked it – or didn't, it was hard to tell.
It's just the hot springs, she convinced herself. That's all it is.
“I can't possibly drink!” Eiki protested, shaking her head for the umpteenth time.
Komachi pushed a wooden mug of alcohol forward. “Of course you can! C'mon, Eiki, drink with me for a bit.”
“No,” she glowered. She'd been glowering the entire time; Komachi had decided her reward that time would be taking her out on another outing. Only, this time they hit up one of Komachi's favourite hobby places: the bar, where she could indulge in her liking of drink. That was something Eiki did not tolerate, and only rarely indulged in herself. She didn't know about rice wines and barely drinks and other grains and the like, she didn't care.
Only, Komachi was trying to get her into it, saying she needed to let loose on a Friday night, and she didn't like it one bit. She glowered through it all, insisting and expressing her displeasure at Komachi's latest antics more than any other. She was fine with the times she took her out and fucked her – two quotas since the sauna, and she'd been shown several new positions to get her brains reamed out in. The shinigami showed her proficiency each and every time, and even when Eiki expected her to just get off and be done with it, she made sure to get the judge of souls to cum each and every time.
She assumed it was to degrade her, to keep her on the back foot. She didn't know, but it certainly made it harder and harder to resist Komachi's teasing advances over her desk or her surreptitious touches in public when she continually made her reach mind-numbing pleasure. It was harder to push it aside, too, and just walking to the bar with their arms looped together kept her face red and her body flushed with heat – almost desperate for some sort of action, despite her stoic attempts to push it back.
“C'mon,” Komachi eagerly urged. “You and I are having a girl's night out, Eiki! Just drink with me, 'kay?”
“I don't want to drink,” Eiki huffed. “It's not very responsible.”
“It's a time to be loose!” Komachi countered. “You're not going to work tomor – okay, you will, but you can take the day off.”
“I can't, and I won't.”
Komachi pouted at her. “I want you to drink with me, cutie. That's my reward, right?”
Eiki flushed and looked around. “D-don't say things like that in public!”
“Why not?” Komachi countered, her head cocking off to the side and planting itself in the palm of her hand.
“People are going to get the wrong idea,” she declared firmly.
“Might not be the wrong idea at all,” she said in a sing-song tune, and Eiki flushed even more.
“S-stop that,” she huffed, and Komachi chuckled.
“Man, just the cutest,” she drawled. “This is why I love going out with you, Eiki.”
Eiki rolled her eyes. “I'll drink if you stop teasing me.”
Komachi barked out a laugh. “If I start teasing, I'll let you know first.”
“That's not -” she clicked her tongue. Shaking her head, she stared resolutely down at the drink in front of her. She didn't even know what it was, but she gulped down her trepidation and, in an effort just to get Komachi's smug face out of her mind, lifted it up and took a careful sip.
Komachi blinked at her, lips pulled into a dry line. “That was nothing.”
“That was a drink!”
Komachi sighed. She reached forward, took her own cup, and swung her head back with her arm in one smooth movement. She downed a mouthful of it in one go, then snapped the cup down and wiped the back of her mouth with her hand. It was just one easy rotation, and it left Eiki dumbfounded.
“That's how you drink,” she told her, and Eiki blinked rapidly. The cup was pushed forward, and she gulped. “So?”
“I don't think I can do that,” she protested faintly.
“Eiki, I'll be right here.” Komachi winked, reached across the table, and set her hand on hers. “Let loose; I'll take care of you. Don't you trust me?”
Eiki had no idea how to answer that, and the touch on her hand left her unbearably flustered. She did trust Komachi, even with everything she pushed her through – and that made her heart beat with annoying insistence. She didn't understand why she felt such earnestness from the employee or why she felt it was all okay even when she was being urged into something so unscrupulous, but she couldn't deny that part of her that said, yes, it'll be okay.
So, instead, she just grabbed the cup, tilted it, and took a deep drink.
Easier to drown herself in her 'work', after all.
“I didn’t think you’d drink this much!” Komachi laughed, but even in her amusement, she carefully kept her arm wrapped around Eiki’s shoulders. The smaller, more diminutive girl wanted to lean into her and share her warmth, but each time she tried she was shifted away carefully.
“Your fault,” Eiki slurred. “You insisted.”
“I didn’t insist that much,” she laughed again with a shake of her head, and, unfortunately, even in her inebriated state, she knew Komachi spoke the truth.
She'd drunk entirely of her own volition, and entirely because she couldn't quite control her alcohol intake. She hadn't expected it, but before she knew it she found herself downing drink after drink alongside Komachi – and given her smaller stature, she'd been instantly inebriated. She was a lightweight, as Komachi called it, and she knew it. If Eiki had been a touch more self-aware, she'd have been a bit more annoyed at the bad face she presented to the other Youkai; they'd been staring at her the entire night as if she'd grown a second head, after all.
She found it hard to be annoyed, though. She'd chit-chatted with Komachi the entire time; maybe even gossiping, if she was feeling bold. Ranting, too, especially about work ethic and morals and people doing the right thing and how annoying it was to send people to hell all the time and – and a bunch of other things she honestly could not remember as he stumbled around, hooked onto Komachi's arm. Her head felt dizzy, she felt lost, and she really just wanted to fall asleep.
But being with Komachi was nice, so that was a reason to stay awake.
“You're way too much of a lightweight,” Komachi laughed. “Sorry, Eiki. I should have watched you a bit closer.”
“Mhmmmm,” Eiki hummed. She let Komachi lead her along, and her mind neither counted the steps nor considered the direction in which they were headed. “You should have. You always are during the day, so don't stop now.”
“You're usually yelling at me during the day.”
“Because you don't work,” she pouted.
“Ah, but now you're yelling at me even when I do work!”
Eiki scrunched up her cheeks. “Because you're being lewd.”
Komachi laughed. “It's your fault for being so cute.”
“I can't help that,” she whined in protest, unable to properly deflect the statement in her drunken state. Komachi grinned down at her, wink, and ruffled her hair, making her feel almost childlike – then tugged her in with a looping arm to hug her from the side that made her want to melt.
Komachi walked with her like a bodyguard, like a girlfriend, and Eiki could not find it in her to complain. She hadn't the energy for it, really, and everything inside her told her it was okay. She was lulled into the comforting warmth of her arms, and she almost wanted to snuggle – but she didn't, because she was still, at least, partially aware of herself. Even if she stumbled along. Even if she hummed silly tunes under her breath.
“You look like a mess,” Komachi said as if voicing her inner thoughts, and Eiki pouted up at her.
“Your fault,” she accused.
“My fault,” the shinigami agreed. She reached out to tap Eiki on the nose, and Eiki's brow twisted. “But you need to learn to let loose.”
Eiki tried to repeat the nose-bopping movement, but failed – Komachi simply being too tall, and her being too drunk. “A-ah.”
“Ah?”
“Stop being so tall,” she huffed, then bit her lip. “I let loose.”
“No, you don't. But, we're getting there!”
Eiki said nothing more. She allowed herself to be guided along, and eventually found herself outside of her own house. She didn't remember crossing that much distance, but she supposed it might have been a result of the shinigami's space-bending powers – or maybe she was just that drunk, her mind didn't work well enough to tell the difference. As it was, the door was opened and she was calmly ushered inside, then helped along all too tenderly.
Eventually she found herself on her bed. She blinked drearily up at Komachi, who only shuffled off the outer parts of her dress to make herself a bit more limber. Eiki squinted as she tried to parse the actions, but fell short of understanding.
“I knew it,” she accused a moment later. “You got me drunk to get l-e-w-d.”
Komachi barked out a laugh. “No. I'm not sleeping with a drunk girl, Eiki.”
“You brought me to bed, she pointed out with a drunken narrowing of her eyes, and Komachi only flicked her brow up.
“Yes. Because, I'm not going to let you ride out the night alone,” she replied breezily, “and you'll want something to get over that hangover in the morning.”
Eiki did not really understand what Komachi was saying, but she supposed it had to make sense. Komachi, surely, had done it a bunch of times, so she was the expert there. Probably. “Uhm... Okay.”
“Okay?”
Eiki pursed her lips and nodded. “Is this the, uhm, snuggling thing you're always talking about?”
“Are you asking me if we're going to snuggle?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
Eiki nodded once. “Okay.”
Eiki was mortified for the rest of the weekend. It made perfect sense to her – why wouldn't she be? She'd woken up the next day with a splitting headache and Komachi's arms wrapped around her, and furthermore, worn up late enough into the day that her work schedule was ruined. Komachi laughed it off, but she very much didn't. She spent an hour rummaging through her home to try and shape herself up for a day at the office, only for her employee to wrap arms around her, hug her into silence like a little teddy bear, and then sit her down at the table.
Komachi made her breakfast, talked with her, and delicately tried to work over her hangover. She did so with almost heartbreaking deliberateness, which was almost in stark contrast to the way she fucked her. It was something that Eiki could not quite wrap her head around, and so she didn't try. It was easier that way, she found. She didn't know what the pink-haired girl wanted out of her besides to tease, to prod, and to knock her down a moral peg, and she was not sure she wanted to know.
Still, she let it happen. She didn't kick Komachi out of her house, though she was well within her rights to. She could have smacked her with her paddle, but decided against that, too. Everything about the situation was a clear breach of protocol and absolutely something the shinigami could report to Youkai Resources, should she be bothered to do so – or if they had such a department in the budget. Instead, she just let it play out. She didn't interfere as they lazed about the house, doing, presumably, what Komachi did any other day of the week.
“Don't insult me!” Komachi had giggled at one point, and Eiki stubbornly whipped a pillow at her.
She tried not to tell herself it was because she enjoyed her company, or because it seemed homely. It was an interaction and a way of living she'd been neglected for way too long, and it was almost like her mind knew that. Or maybe she was simply imagining things that didn't exist nor made sense; that was, in truth, far more likely. It couldn't be, surely, that it was something she craved: contact with another.
So, she left it be. She didn't comment on anything, even when Komachi dragged her out for a late picnic in the sun because – according to her – sitting at a perfectly respectable kitchen table was too boring for someone like her. She didn't question, either, the blanket she set out and urged them upon – she just took it for what it was.
She did squeak out Komachi's name when the shinigami grabbed her wrists and held them firmly, and she did gasp as she was tugged with the most effortless of grasps into her lap; she didn't so much as protest as she was urged forward into a lustful lip-lock, and her spine only bent in receptively as if that would somehow make for better mouth on mouth contact. It all happened so suddenly, and she didn't fight against it one bit. Not as lips squished down and held against her mouth in full, softly squishing down like two plump cushions, and not as the touch of a tongue traced along the edge of her mouth.
Eiki just made soft, squeaking noises as Komachi kissed her, doing little more at first than holding their lips together and making a vague suctioning movement with her mouth. She kissed her mouth full on the lips, letting her feel that softness, and just tenderly made out with her. She didn't push it any further for the first long moment, and only tenderly cupped her wrists while running fingers over her wrists.
When her tongue plunged inside, all Eiki did was squeak and moan in the exact same breath and totally allow it. Komachi made out with her using all the talent at her disposal, and Eiki felt like little more than a flushing, girlish mess against her; allowing herself to be coaxed up into her lap, her wrists pinned, her spine curved, and her mouth treated to her slurping kisses. She stole her breath away with every touch and every press, and at some points it almost felt as if she were shoving her tongue down into her throat.
She couldn’t say how long it lasted, but by the time Komachi pulled away, her lips felt tender and raw. Her mouth was thick, and she had to smack her lips several times to properly wet them - and didn’t move from Komachi’s lap the entire time. The shinigami, instead, treated it all too casually, and very calmly began to spread out the stuff she’d brought all across the blanket.
“I should have known,” Eiki stammered at length, “that you’d bring me out here to do lewd things with me.”
“It’s just a kiss,” Komachi said with a dashing smile. “And I used up my prize yesterday… so you can totally just smack me on the head if you wanted to.”
“I’m -” Eiki stopped short as Komachi pointed out something she already knew to be a fact - she didn’t have to be there or allow it at all. Instead of getting angry, she flushed with embarrassment and ducked her head. “I’m still drunk. You’re taking advantage of me.”
Komachi grabbed her chin and tilted her small, round face up to her. Eiki’s breath caught in her throat as she stared up at the pink-haired girl, and her spine tingled pleasantly. “Are you actually…?”
Eiki swallowed roughly. “What if I was?”
Komachi gently pushed her thumb against her lips. “I’d stop, because I don’t take advantage of people like that.”
Eiki wasn’t sure what to do in response. Her face heated up, her voice squeaked, and she felt more flustered than ever. The importance of her words took immediate effect: Komachi didn’t consider their arrangement to be taking advantage of her because it was an arrangement - and that if Eiki couldn’t offer her express permission, it was no longer valid. If Eiki said yes, I am, she’d stop; if she said no, she’d continue. Eiki knew it’d be easy to say no and get what she wanted. Very, very easy to lie.
Eiki, however, did not lie. She similarly didn’t trust herself to admit it, and so just blushed, looked away, and smacked Komachi right on top of the head.
“Hey!” Komachi groaned, head reeling back - and Eiki took the opportunity to roll off her lap and start laying out their food in an organized, neat manner, far tidier than the ferrywoman’s haphazard sprawl.
“You brought me out here to eat, so let’s eat,” Eiki said with the firmest voice she could muster. Komachi did not say anything more; if she knew that Eiki had changed the subject or cared about her flustered disposition, she didn’t comment on it.
As far as Eiki was concerned, it was for the better.
Eiki bit her lip and tried not to whimper as Komachi manhandled her behind the tree, her hands roving up and down the slender leanness of her body. She shuddered as her hands closed around her waist and hugged the narrow width with her fingers, easily reaching around to cup her fully. That simple touch made her flush, but it only got more and more intense with each passing moment, with palms that slid along her stomach and up over the curve of her breasts to relentlessly, effortlessly touch everything they could.
Komachi purred into the corner of her neck and gently nipped at the soft skin she found there, making Eiki groan gently - but she tried to keep her voice down. She knew anyone could hear them at any moment, and so made every active attempt to dull the sounds that spilled from her lips. It simply did not help that the shinigami’s breath washed against her sensitive neck and made her spine tremble, or that her hands cupped her chest through her dress to squeeze and grope - or even that the weight of her cock ground against her ass from behind, pressing into her with shocking passion and force.
“Anyone can see us,” Eiki protested; not for the first time, and probably not for the last, but Komachi didn’t offer her any real attention.
“We’ll be quick,” she husked, and sent Eiki’s nerves trembling.
“They might hear,” she tried, and Komachi just kissed the back of her neck as she bent Eiki against a tree.
“Then don’t moan too loudly,” the pinkette purred lustfully, and another shiver passed along Eiki’s spine.
Just a ways away was the market street filled with food vendors and merchants, all plying their trade on the milling crowds. It was there that Komachi took her in exchange for her latest ‘reward’, citing that Eiki just had to try some proper street food - and after a good, hearty meal of some of the best ramen she’d had in some time, she was pulled just aways away like some giggling couple and promptly fondled, felt up, and kissed against a tree.
She hadn’t been able to stop the hot kisses or the probing touches that left her breathless, and when things became more visceral - when Komachi’s leg slipped up to rock her knee against her core or when she kneaded her breasts through her dress - she only felt like a hot mess. She shivered at her touch and panted at the press of her body, unable to do anything more than be the willing girl Komachi wanted.
She wasn’t even sure she wanted to be anything different, either. She did not know why it felt so good to leave control in someone else’s hands, but being manhandled around, guided forward, pressed against the tree, and just dominated her. It might have been the first time in her life that ever happened, and as much as she’d have liked to say she did not like it whatsoever, she really, really couldn’t. She panted instead as Komachi sent her cock slapping down against the curve of her ass, fully intending on making good on her prize, and she did nothing but allow it.
It’s her reward, she told herself, even though it felt increasingly faint. “B-be quick, then.”
“Don’t make too much noise, and I will,” Komachi husked, and Eiki shuddered yet again - almost helpless to Komachi’s advances. She bit her lip and lowered her head against the pole-like tree they were hidden behind while the head of a cock brushed at her exposed folds, a touch that left her wanting to sigh. The shinigami pressed in from behind with a steady, sure sweep, not at all hesitating in what she intended on doing and simply pushing forward with a lustful application of strength.
The cock pressed into her, driving through the squishy folds of her quim, and it made her gasp throatily - then she clamped her lips down shut, bit her lip, and kept totally silent. She whimpered as the cock slid home just like every other time they fucked, drilling into the wetness of her core with the utmost ease. Just a simple, forward sweep of Komachi’s hips, and that heavy cockhead pierced through her tunnel and allowed her to be filled up with a few hard inches of rock-solid dick.
“Wow,” Komachi hummed, her hips rolling. The cock ground against her core with a series of sticky-wet pops, and Eiki’s arousal soared even more. She groaned under her breath as the sensation made her nerves tingle and passions rise, and even if she did not necessarily want to feel such things at her employee’s hands, it was hard to deny how good it felt. “You’re so wet, Eiki. Did you want this?”
“No,” she insisted, contrary to her own feelings - but still had to hide a moan as the cock rolled through her soft, sensitive insides, pushing nice and deep into her with a simple bucking movement. She groaned internally and kept her voice as tamed as possible when the shaft pressed into her deepest points, filling them out with deliciously hard cockmeat. Every inch of her tight narrow tunnel felt totally full, and that sensation oddly pleased her.
“Feels like you are,” Komachi drawled. Her hips rolled and her hands tightened on her chest, drawing more pleasant shudders to Eiki’s slender body. “But, then, you always feel great, Eiki.”
The way she said her name made Eiki want to shiver, but she tried to compose herself as best as was possible while the cock drilled into her with such potency. It left her feeling dizzy when the vascular slab of a shaft pressed into her deepest spots and rolled against her, making walls squelch and stretch all too lewdly. She bit her lip and suppressed another dizzy groan as her insides were so pleasantly shifted out around the weight of the big, fat cock, and all the while Komachi smugly hummed.
Her sing-song tunes washed against her neck and filled her ear, making her feel faint. She bit her lip and groaned under her breath as hips retracted and pushed at a smooth, easy rhythm, driving into her velvety insides in a rush and tugging back with firm force. Her entire body shuddered as the cock rolled through into the soft pink of her cunt and sent walls stretching out around her, and she moaned softly as it tugged back so powerfully, making the squishy membranes all shiver and flutter.
“You’re even cuter when you’re trying to stay quiet,” Komachi told her in a low, breathy voice, and Eiki tried not to listen to her. She found it far too hard, though, especially with her face so close. Intense heat and desire bloomed within her as the cock shoved forward to mercilessly impale her, and she moaned softly as she was fucked against the tree. She let herself soak in the motions of sex purely to stave off her own thoughts and emotions, and it worked - just as it always did.
The cock thrust into her at Komachi’s insistent pace, feeding the entire lengthy organ inside in a smooth push and then rolling back to tug it free with a wet slurp. The squelching of sexual contact was just about as loud as her soft, breathy moans, leaving Eiki to hope against hope that no one would hear or notice it. The stimulation made that harder by the moment, the prospect of keeping quiet more elusive, simply because the sensation of being fucked left her breathless and dizzy.
Her cunt was filled up moment by moment and thrust by thrust, with each push seeing the walls of her hot snatch stretched out by rock-hard cockmeat. It rolled into her with groan-inducing force, and she could only barely get a grip on her emotions each time she felt it stab in nice and deep. Heady rushes of sensation tingled through her body each time Komachi eagerly slammed away at her sopping slit, plunging so many mind-numbing inches of cock into her that she couldn’t even quite count it all - and she liked it.
“You’re being too loud,” Komachi purred, and even if her words were a lie - Eiki thought they were - she stifled back her mewls and kept a tighter rein on her emotions. It was hard, though - dangerously hard. They threatened to spill out with each deep push into her snatch, and she loved the sensation a bit too much more than what she wanted. She hated the idea that she came to enjoy it, but the gleeful bliss of being filled up by a hard cock was impossible to deny. It was made harder still by the shinigami’s raw skill, which continued to show itself in each thrust, push, and roll of her hips.
Eiki silently gasped and quietly moaned as she rolled in and out of her, the vascular length grinding across her sodden folds to squish and squelch. She pushed hard and fast, fucking her right on that line of too rough and calm, and all of it sent delicious thrills through the judge of souls. Her spine tingled and her body shuddered as it pounded into her, filling her ears with the slick churning of her own wet juices, each one sloppier and messier than the last.
Sharp strokes left her mind reeling, and the steady thrusting had her spine curling receptively. She pushed her ass out to meet Komachi’s hips entirely on instinct, and she was rewarded with the gentle thumping of a pelvis against the round curve of her ass. She groaned and gasped as quietly as she could as she was taken against the tree, her cunt filled up time and time again with the blissful sensation of a big, hard dick, and her body treated to Komachi’s groping passion.
Komachi kissed her neck and planted wet hickeys that Eiki knew from experience she would have to hide in the morning, and her cock thrust into her with ever-increasing speed. She sent pink folds quivering and rippling out around her, fucking the narrow chasteness of her passage into submission around her throbbing member, and Eiki simply adored it. She gasped, hair ruffling around her face, as she was fucked against the tree just a little bit harder each passing moment, and felt those delicious trembles run through her.
Komachi groaned louder than she did, and Eiki simply did not have the concentration to reprimand her. She knew she should have, but she found words a dangerous prospect when she was cored out by a hard girth. It slammed into her with wet noises that were obscene to listen to, and the gentle thudding of flesh-in-flesh contact was only marginally better. The shinigami rather shamelessly went at her, piercing her with her stiffness and smacking against her ass without a care in the world, making the borderline voyeuristic actions seem casual.
“Just a bit more, baby,” Komachi drawled, her voice low as it washed against the crook of her neck. She leaned right over Eiki, using her significant height to the fullest as she thrust and slammed with nearly feverish sweeps of her hips. Flesh thumped together with muffled sounds, but they rocked around in Eiki’s brain like the loudest of claps. She was almost aware of her own degradation, but she didn’t care. Or, she didn’t care as much as she should have; it was hard to tell.
Her ass thumped against her pelvis, and her tight inner walls contracted around the thrusting length of her cock. Her movements picked up a bit more and more as her cock started to throb, swelling and thickening in immediate climax - and she didn’t shy away from it. She gasped as quietly as she could as Komachi pounded her against the tree, fucking her almost silly right there in the compromising, nearly-public position. With the thrill of discovery tight in her chest, Eiki found herself falling deeper and deeper into a strange sensation of craving she did not quite understand.
Dimly, the thought of Komachi being close filled her thoughts. It got more intense with each throb and pulse of the meaty cock, and it was enough to cut through her mind numbed haze of enjoyment. Again, she was aware of the implicit danger of letting that hard cock blow a load inside of her. Inherently unsafe, she could not trust herself to keep dodging bullets. It would just not do to let her employee impregnate her, not at all.
I'll tell her to pull out, she decided. Right now. Right now, yes.
She said nothing as she panted, her insides contracting even harder with each dizzying push. She remembered how gratifying it had felt to have a hot, gooey load pump her full, she bit her lip with thoughts of self-indulgence.
...I'm supposed to stay quiet, a stranger, more indulgent part of her, spoke. Maybe I'll just let her keep going. So we don't make noise. And because if she cums anywhere else it'll make a super obvious mess, yes, of course, so it's just prudent to take it inside.
Her thoughts sounded weak and pathetic to her own mind, but she ignored it as forbidden pleasure filled her up.
“Right, ah - ” Komachi arched her hips and thrust down with even more deliberation, sheathing herself inside up to the very throbbing hilt with each movement, “ -there-”
She thrust into her a few final dizzying times, and each push made Eiki’s mind rock just that little bit more; but she kept herself mostly level and mostly quiet in spite of the mind-consuming sex or the panted breaths leaving her sushed lips. Komachi forced her right up in against the tree as she forced herself inside up to the peak, then went still as she clamped down around her in a pseudo-hug.
Her cock throbbed within her tight sheat, and Eiki gasped just that much louder; then, louder still as the first jet of hot, sticky cum sloshed into her, fired out from the bulbous tip as if at high-speed. The noise spilled out too loud for comfort, and Eiki was not quick enough to stop herself. She did not have to, soon enough. Komachi tilted her head off to the side and locked their lips together. She kissed her to drown out the moans that came out as a result of the hot cum pouring into her, and Eiki did not know whether to feel happy, relieved, or degraded.
In the end, it did not really matter. She let Komachi kiss her as she pumped her full of her seed, her body relishing all too keenly the thick ropes of baby-batter that were plastered inside of her. Hot rushes of the stuff filled her chasm up to the brim in what felt like moments, and regardless of how truthful it was, she adored the sensation. She didn’t know if she should have liked it at all, but there was something delightfully intoxicated in being filled up with a warm, gooey load of seed.
So good, she whined internally. So good.
Komachi’s hips gently bucked and rolled as she pumped out heavy strings of seed into her, dumping the entirety of her load and then some into her tight walls. They swelled in accommodation for that as much as the cock itself, and her spine tingled relentlessly with orgasmic pleasure. She groaned into Komachi’s mouth as the sensations passed through her, eyes nearly rolling; and she moaned all the more weakly still as hands caressed her shivering body.
The shinigami pulled back with a wet noise, leaving a panting, flushing Eiki in her awake. Strings of saliva connected their lips together, but the enma did not have the wherewithal to break them. She just panted as her face was caressed by a soft hand and sweaty hair brushed aside, then leaned into the palm which was set against her jawline.
“...Wanna head back to my place to finish up?”
“My place,” Eiki huffed, letting the words spill out quick enough for her to pretend she didn’t say them. “Nicer bed.”
Komachi grinned.
It became hard to keep track of how many quotas they went through - how many she set in the monthlong time frame and how many that Komachi blew through. She’d used numbers of how many souls the shinigami ferried on a good day as her basis then ramped it up from there on each success, but she realized all too quickly that the girl had never really been trying at any point in her work, and thusly all of her estimates were too low.
Maybe that was why it grated so much on her nerves when Komachi stared down at her with her knowing, lustful eyes, making Eiki feel like a small girl - or like the center of Komachi’s world, either-or. “If only you worked like this normally, Komachi.”
“If I did, I would never get to do this, ” Komachi drawled out far too smugly, her hands running up and down Eiki’s body while she sat in her desk chair. The smaller girl bit her lip and tried to ignore the causal palming of her curves, instead making every active attempt to focus on fixing her papers. It was dangerously distracting, however, and each passing moment she just wanted to bite down on her lip, lean back, and let Komachi do what she wanted.
“All the better for me,” Eiki sighed, and inwardly tried not to preen as her breasts were fondled through her dress by the far-too-forward Komachi. She did not honestly know how she’d even ended up in such a position; there had been no warning from one moment to the next, from handing in the quota to her body being gently kneaded, caressed, and squeezed by her lustful employee.
“You’re lying,” Komachi accused with a giggle, and Eiki stoically refused to answer. “In fact, I bet you were underselling these quotas, Eiki.”
“H-huh?” Eiki scowled and clicked her tongue and absolutely did not roll her shoulders to better allow Komachi access to her chest. She bit her lip subtly as she was fondled, for some reason relishing the dig of her fingers and the bending of cloth and flesh around in her hands. “That’s preposterous.”
“Is it?” Komachi smirked down at her. As she leaned in, Eiki felt the softness of her chest press against the back of her head. She didn’t like how pleasant it was. “I mean, you set the bar low… and you’ve kept it low, even though I blow past them all. I mean, like, I’m no educated Youkai, but it seems like you’re keeping it low on purpose so I keep coming for my reward.”
“That is absolutely silly,” she sputtered, face suddenly red. “I would never. ”
“Just my imagination?”
“Yes,” she huffed, and tried not to wince as her hands groped her chest. It was far too distracting, and she didn’t know how to feel about being groped and touched and caressed with vaguely massaging movements while she tried to do paperwork and failed.
“Well -”
“Just tell me what you want as your reward,” she interrupted, unwilling to hear whatever teasing and frightfully observational remark her employee had to say, “and stop teasing me.”
“Flirting.”
She bit her lip. “It’s not.”
Komachi chuckled softly. Her words next came out in a thoughtful drawl, even though they both knew it was simply a game. “I want...I want to sit in this big, impressive chair of yours, Eiki.”
Eiki blinked.
“While you bounce on my cock. Okay?”
Eiki huffed. For a moment, she considered protesting - it was a step too far to ruin the relationship between boss and employee that much more, but the thought left as soon as it arrived. She just sighed and nodded her head crisply, stoically ignoring the anticipation that bubbled up inside of her, and allowed Komachi’s lewd request.
“All right,” she agreed, already rising up from her chair. “Might as well get it done with sooner rather than later…”
She gasped right after when Komachi’s hands grabbed her waist oh-so-firmly and tugged her around, pushing her right up against her desk. She squeaked, hands launching back to unsteadily hold onto the edge, and her mind was reminded of their first time. Only, all Komachi did was start to pull at her dress, easily working at the seams and flaps and sections of it to get it nice and loose.
“That’s what you say,” Komachi said, “but I think you like it.”
“I think you’re imagining things,” she retorted as sharply as she could manage, and enjoyed the grin she saw flash across plump lips.
“There’s that pretty tongue of yours,” Komachi husked, and dove in for a kiss. It was the same as always, and Eiki did not fight against it. She could have, but she chose not to as she allowed the woman to slam their mouths together and begin ferociously, passionately making out, their lips rolling and her tongue moving in to do all the lewd work. Eiki really did little more than gasp as her forcefulness, and she almost happily leaned back to let it happen.
Komachi pulled on her dress as she locked lips with her, and Eiki did not even try and stop her. She totally went along with it as she was stripped down, even lifting up her arms to get it up and over her head. She did nothing but melt into the kiss as her green hair was stroked by a tender hand, and she allowed the pink-haired girl to hungrily press her tongue across the length of her mouth. Her body was left bare like a canvas of freshly-driven snow, and Komachi happily ran her greedy hands all over it the moment she could.
Komachi, though, did not spend much time indulging in her love for touching the female body. She shifted back and sat right down on Eiki’s chair, and then tugged the girl along with her. She eased her hips up and over her lap, prompting her to sit right down on her. Eiki did exactly that, their mouths still connected in a lewd, saliva-laced kiss. She lost herself in the touch of their lips and the dance of their tongues even as the pinkette started to strip down herself: pulling her dress down to let her breasts bounce free, then tugging on the bottom to let her cock stand at full, proud attention.
She showed no shame as she urged Eiki up, and the green-haired girl went with it. Her hips were manhandled by her, and she let it happen of her own volition. She didn’t care as she was dragged up, and only felt a shiver pass through her as the folds of her naked slit rubbed against the throbbing underside of the free-standing cock; she even reached down to grab it, feeling the pulsating shaft against her fingers. Komachi moaned into her mouth, and an even stronger shudder ran through her.
They made out with surprising intensity as she was lifted up to the head of the cock, and the sensation of it rubbing across her entrance drew out another whorish gasp from her mouth. Her spine tingled as she was held above the towering cock, and her fingers awkwardly pulled at it as if to stimulate it. She was entirely ready when she was subsequently urged down, and she didn’t shy away from the thought of being filled up with cock for yet another time.
In fact, she found it rather enjoyable. She bit her lip and groaned as she went down on the head, letting it peel apart her core once more and bury itself against the entrance of her tunnel right then and there. That sensation of pressure delighted her, making her almost want to drool, and she moaned into Komachi’s kissing mouth. Down she went, her hips pulled by stronger hands, and the cock slipped up inside of her wet core with ease. There was not an ounce of resistance in any of it, showing just how ready Eiki truly was.
The kiss lingered as her hips dropped down, taking an inch of hard cockmeat inside of her - all at Komachi’s eager insistence. She moaned into the kiss more than Eiki did as the pleasure of a hot pussy soaked in around her, and that indulgent sensation travelled into Eiki as well. She gasped pleasantly as inner walls were stretched out like putty and juices were churned with a wet popping noise, and her core fluttered with intense heat. Gratification quickly soaked into every muscle and nerve ending from that simple penetration alone, and it didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.
As tongues twisted and saliva was swapped, Eiki pressed down on her dick. Hands guided her, but there was no small measure of volition in the drop of her hips and the pace of her waist. She flexed her stomach as she went down, her cunt gobbling up inch after inch of rock-solid dickmeat at a time; filling herself up, stretching her walls, making them flutter happily. She was full of cock in just a few moments, then a few moments more, stuffed securely with the weight of Komachi’s hardness.
Then, she started to move. At first, because Komachi urged her up with her hands, pulling her up and off of her dick with a subtle application of strength. She rose, her cunt messily clinging to the hardness, with the pink flesh rippling across the broad surface of white meat; rising up to the peak, where that thick head felt like a knot inside of her. She rolled her waist with a gentle panting breath that was eagerly drunk up by her companion, and the sweeping motion stimulated her fluttering walls.
She went straight back down once Komachi’s hands urged her to, and cockmeat slipped into her velvety depths with slick ease. She moaned as she felt the hard head peel her out and get her ready for the inches of cockmeat to follow, and she enjoyed it. She moaned into a kissing mouth as she felt herself be filled up with the hard weight her cock all over again - inch after inch, until her pussy felt jammed-packed and her core totally impaled.
Thumping down into her lap, Eiki felt skin rub like silk and her insides flutter like jelly around the thick girth. She groaned and rolled her hips as she stimulated herself, and almost wanted to roll her eyes up at the unsubtle pleasure. Mewling, she rose right back up, her waistline flexing, and sent the cock throbbing because of the stimulation alone. Her tongue twisted along with Komachi’s in awkward arcs, most of which were dictated by her employee - and she was okay with that.
She remained okay with it as she dove down and speared herself onto the turgid girth, taking it up into the tightness of her quim. Hips rolled, stretching walls out in that pleasant way she so adored, then drifted backward again. She lifted, pulling up high, and then dove down again, pressing herself onto the thick spear of a dick with surprising passion. She moaned as it filled her up, and Komachi groaned with her as pleasure hit them simultaneously.
Hands roved back to cup the plump, heart-shaped curve of her ass, and Eiki let out a whimpering breath. Her eyes almost rolled up as the flesh was kneaded by firm, careful fingers, and it made her insides feel even wetter. She moaned as she fucked herself onto the cock, diving down to bury it nice and deep, then pulling back by fighting against her own clinging folds. Walls followed the shaft with spongy tenacity, and it only heightened the pleasurable friction rolling through them.
The kiss broke, and strings of saliva connected their lips - and were subsequently broken when Komachi spoke. “That’s it, Eiki. Move those hips for me.”
She squeezed her ass, but Eiki didn’t need any urging. She didn’t like that she got into it so easily - or did she? - but she did so regardless. She pushed down, filling her sopping core on the big, thick dick below her, burying it into her with each press of her hips and shove of her waist. She almost slammed down onto it with the help of gravity, and was so stretched out around it she felt pleasantly crammed to the brim with dense dickmeat. She husked and sighed with each rise and fall of her own body, her face growing distant with pleasure.
“Just like that,” Komachi coaxed, hands squeezing and arms flexing. She stared up at Eiki with adoration and excitement, and that made her face go red with heat. “Move those hips, Eiki. Bounce on my cock.”
Eiki flushed in shame at her words, but she did not at all deny them, or even try to. She bounced away on her dick just as she was told, her hips rising and falling in clumsy arcs of motion. She didn’t quite know how to move or how to do it, but she managed well enough to make Komachi huff and groan on each sloppy descent. Her warm folds accepted her cock with much more eagerness, however, and their squirming texture massaged her cock each time she moved.
Eiki leaned into her and brought her hands up - purely to brace herself, was what she convinced herself of as she set them on Komachi’s breasts. An entirely necessary movement, and one that saw her hands dig into the plentiful masses of titflesh and begin to squeeze, fluffing up the soft skin even as the shinigami did the exact same thing to her ass. In tandem, their hands groped and kneaded, one pair far more firm than the other, yet both spurring the green-haired girl into increasingly fitful bounces of her svelte waistline.
Eiki gasped with almost delirious intensity as she fell down upon the thick cock, impaling herself right up to the brim with the dense weight of it. Her flesh clapped against Komachi's thighs, with the plump curve of her ass just gently thumping – but it grew in intensity as she dropped herself down, letting her backside ring out in fleshy skin on skin contact. The mounds of her ass trembled with the vibrations of the lewdness she committed, and Komachi rather greedily cupped it all in her hands and kept on squeezing; kneading her ass like dough, shifting it around in a way that Eiki could never have known she would like.
“You're so good on my cock,” Komachi husked up at her, her head casually leaning in to nip at her collarbones. Everything about her was casual, and even if Eiki felt as if she should have been annoyed by the way she leaned back in her seat as if she owned it, she was not. It was fine that she was using it ust for sex, and she didn't think twice about bouncing in her lap right then and there, fucking herself upon her thickness. “You move these hips so well, baby.”
Eiki shuddered at the deep, husky tones of her voice. Some part of her very much liked the intonation and depth, and she wanted nothing more than to listen to her speak like that over and over. She said nothing about it, though, and just moaned softly as she bounced along, riding her cock with all the power in her small, slender body. She was sure she lacked the ability to properly move on such a big dick, but that might have been the charm in and of itself; she was tight and narrow around it, and Komachi moaned with every simple movement she made.
It was almost gratifying, in a way. There was a strange pleasure that came with the thought that she was both on top and able to make Komachi moan with the simplest of things, and that odd sensation buoyed her as her ass came crashing down on her lap. Thick, steady thumps echoed across the office, and the flesh of her backside dipped and squished each time she produced the heady sounds. Komachi did not appear bothered by the skin stinging drops in the slightest, and only dug her fingers all the more happily into the bouncing mounds of skin.
“So well,” the ferrywoman repeated, her voice still nice and low. “And so wet, too. Did you want this as badly as I did?”
Eiki didn't answer. She had nothing to say to such insinuations, and, instead, just fucked herself on her dick. She became aware that the movements of her hips and the slutty pace might be enough to prove Komachi's words, but she did not quite care. She just bit down on her lip and accepted her dick inside of her time and time again, relishing the way it slammed straight through her slender cunt to fuck silly the deepest parts of her body – then back again in a slick, sticky repetition that was all churning juices and dripping fluids.
“I bet you did,” Komachi husked, her lips again just a centimeter from her skin. She squeezed her ass fitfully at the same time, and it made Eiki squeak. “You're dripping for my cock.”
Eiki just rode her dick, letting her actions speak for her. Each time Komachi's lips nipped at her skin or her fingers dug into her ass, her own hands would tighten on her large, impressive breasts and dig down hard. She mauled titflesh around in her hands with a violence that was uncharacteristic of her, and she adored it. She didn't know why she felt such a strange fascination for the shinigami's larger tits, but for some reason, she did – and now she had them filling out her hands, perfectly ripe for the taking.
“I think you're just pretending that you don't like it,” Komachi purred, “but secretly love it. Love taking my cock, and love having me here.”
Eiki gasped as she dropped down again, and again, and again, her small, slender body rising and falling in clumsy arcs of motion. She took her cock inside of her over and over, and she moaned in relish for it – something she never thought she would do, but had to anyhow. It did feel good, even if she never wanted to think such a thing. The pleasure of having her innermost depths stretched out by a big, hard cock was intense, and she let herself be fucked silly by it each time she hammered down into her lap and sent flesh clapping outward.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself, her breath coming out in pants. “F-fuck. So big. So – ah- “
With a flushed face and her neck fully red, she moved her small body along in her lap. As she pressed down she started to grind, and a delicious friction buzzed through her. She bit down on her lip and curled her fingers into soft titflesh as the grinding sensation sent her walls trembling, and the gentle brushes of her clit against a smooth pelvis made electricity surge along her nerve endings – and accompanied with the steady squeezing of her ass, it made her see stars.
“I bet you've even started looking forward to it,” Komachi husked, one of her hands rising to cup her face. Eiki squeaked, but didn't break eye contact at all. “Is that it? Falling for me, Eiki?”
Eiki didn't respond. She just panted as she rode her dick, her small body continually rising and falling in her lap. She rose up to the peak, then down so that her pussy could gobble up every last meaty inch of girlcock in a pleasant rush of friction. She held down and ground herself against her whenever she felt like it, and that delicious sensation buzzed through her body until it filled toes and fingers. Her cunt quivered rhythmically around the dick, prompting it to throb with renewed ferocity – and, still, she didn't stop.
She did practically all the work, and that was fine. She was better at working, anyhow – or so she liked to think. It didn't quite matter, though, so long as she threw herself down and felt the pleasure of being stuffed up with cock, and gasped more breathlessly for it with each passing moment. Her sharp descents grew a bit more lethargic as her small body began to ache, and the feeling of her insides being so remorselessly stuffed up took its predictable toll.
Komachi smiled. She pulled on her face until noses brushed, but she did not go further than that. She held her close as hips rose and fell and the cock stirred up insides with sticky-wet pops, and that strange intimacy struck Eiki hard. It rocked her in all the right ways, and she felt a potent shiver build up inside of her. She squeaked with ever-increasing intensity as she rode the dick, then, as the act made her feel too lethargic to continue, she dropped down with a ringing thump and started to grind.
“That's it,” Komachi husked. “That's -”
Eiki leaned in and slammed their lips together. Komachi did not skip a beat. She pulled on her ass with one hand, rolled her hips with surprising finesse to slam her cock nice and deep inside of her, and matched her kiss perfectly. It was a messy, sloppy make-out session that totally did not fit a creature of Eiki's standing, but that was fine with her – she didn't care. She didn't care as their tongues tangled and twisted, and she didn't care as her insides began to spasm intensely as a result of the heady grinding.
She knew she was fucking herself to their mutual orgasms, and that she was riding to another certain creampie. It would lodge itself inside of her once more, plaster her depths with virility, and she'd risk another shot at being a mother. She could have told herself she would pull off at the last moment, but she knew she would not. She could have thought to tell Komachi to hold off, but she chose not to.
It'll be fine, she told herself instead. I've been fine so far. Just a little bit more…
She very stoically ignored the fact that she fucked purely to feel that gooey heat spill through her insides, leaving her so hot and stuffed and full that she wanted to just sleep it off. She didn't consider how weak her own mind felt, either, and just bucked her hips frantically, riding herself to another orgasm without a thought for the future.
Her climax came upon her hard and fast, almost like a tropical storm. It swept through her and hit her quickly, and immediately her eyes rolled, her body tightened, and her toes curled. She moaned into Komachi's mouth as it overcame her, and she shuddered as she hit a blissful peak that sent her sky-high: an intense series of sensations she was ill-equipped to handle but totally loved experiencing at the shinigami's hands over and over. She squeaked as a blissful high soaked into all of her at once, and she indulged shamelessly.
Komachi did, too. As inner walls milked her cock, she thrust her hips up for one final time and sheathed herself as far as she could go. Then, her dick exploded in climactic release and sent hot strings of gooey warmth pouring into her spasming snatch, pumping her full at the same time that she achieved her peak. She did so without a care in the world, simply treating her body like the reward it was, and Eiki found it terribly attractive. She moaned almost deliriously as that sticky heat filled her abdomen, and her cunt shivered as the pooling substance began to claim her.
The hot ropes of white spattered against her innermost depths with surprising power and ferocity, plastering that spongey barrier with a warmth that was eye-rolling before sweeping down to soak into the walls around it. Rope after rope pumped out from the cock, and Eiki could feel each mechanical twitch and throb through the tight embrace of her cunt. She could almost count it, but her mind was too high with orgasmic pleasure to bother trying; she just rode that pleasure as she was filled up by a powerful, potent dick, and loved every moment of it.
She moaned into Komachi's mouth, and the shinigami did the exact same thing in turn as they came in unison. Her cock spat out strings that painted her over in white, and the baby-batter quickly ran down to fill every pink inch, nook, and cranny it could possibly find. Her seed stuffed her up as full as the cock did, and she was quickly crammed to the brim with hearty cum. It was a gooey, sticky mess of juices inside of her, and she loved that feeling more than she could bring herself to process. The warmth itself was so pleasant she didn't know how anyone could go without feeling it, and she melted into Komachi's embrace accordingly.
Orgasms tapered off, and their highs came to a stop eventually. Lips broke moments later so they could pant and recover their breaths, and then hands moved to tenderly cup and caress. Eiki, though, felt like a weary, tired mess from the relative hard work of physical activity, and she almost drooled with strain. The sweat was thicker on her skin, and her face looked like much more of a well-fucked mess than Komachi ever would be.
It was, perhaps, why Komachi pulled her in close and let her rest her head against her pillowy breasts. She allowed her to rest there and steady herself for what felt like minutes, and it was a display of tenderness that made Eiki even more embarrassed than usual – at least, as embarrassed as she could manage to be in her tired state. Ruefully, she did have to acknowledge that her chest did make for a good pillow.
The post-orgasm regret came quickly after: thoughts of what she had sacrificed in the pursuit of pleasure, how she had another load stuffing her up to the very brim, and how good the potentially risky load felt within her. Komachi hadn't, and never did, once comment on it, seemingly perfectly content - or entirely to carefree- with the baby-making risk.
Oh, geez, Eiki panted to herself. I can't be a single mom…
It was many minutes later when Komachi gently lifted her off her cock – to the sound of her little squeaks – and then rolled them around so that Eiki was sitting on her chair. She stepped back as she collected her clothing and put them on the desk, then tidied up her own uniform to make herself look a bit more composed. Eiki used the opportunity to steady her breathing and find her voice, which in and of itself was a trying prospect. Her throat felt terribly dry, and she barely trusted herself to speak.
“Right,” she said thickly, then coughed into her hand to clear her throat again. She pushed all of her regrets aside to present a cool, calm front. "So. Uhm. Until next time, I suppose. Take the rest of the day off; you will have a new quota in the morning.”
Komachi smiled and flicked an eyebrow up at her. “Eiki, normally you're way ahead of the game.”
“Huh?” She frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You said for one month, remember?” Komachi cocked her head. “Tomorrow is the end of the month. So, no more quotas and no more rewards.”
“Oh.” Eiki blinked as the words settled in her mind, then blinked again. She immediately whipped her head around to look at her calendar, then found that it was, in fact, the case. It was a surprisingly embarrassing observation, and one that made her bite down on her lip again.
“So, this is the last time we're doing this – any of this.” Komachi offered a wink and a salute. “No more outings, no more dates, no more sex. You know, same old.”
“Right. Of course. Good.” Eiki nodded, and, still naked, steepled her hands in front of her on her desk. She considered the words; it was the end. She'd made it through the month, and she'd made it through Komachi's... whatever-it-was for four whole weeks. She'd gotten through her own badly worded offer, and come out relatively unscathed. Probably.
So why, then, did it taste so foul on her tongue?
She scrunched up her brow. She considered having her lazy slacker ferrywoman back and time to herself in her office without degradation, or being accosted, or being taken out for food and drinks and time in a spa; then she considered the opposite: being accosted, being touched, having sex, being taken out for food and drinks and spas on strange little dates. She considered her time alone, and then time with Komachi.
She decided it was not something worth considering, and that time alone was time well spent.
She opened her mouth, then considered it again. She came to a conclusion.
“Objectively,” she spoke up in her usual iron-hard tones, and Komachi perked up. “You have been far more productive this month. We're making more money than before and more souls are being judged... which are all good things, of course.”
Komachi cocked her head. “Uh-huh.”
“So, therefore, and only because of that, mind you...” Eiki licked her lips. “I'll consider the test trial successful, and extend the offer for another full month.”
Komachi's lips pulled into a slow smirk. “Awww. Are you coming around to me, Eiki? Finally falling for me?”
“No. Absolutely not.” Eiki swallowed hard and pointedly refused to stare into the shinigami's pretty eyes. “This is purely business.”
Komachi leaned over her desk, grabbed her chin, and hoisted her face up. “I thought the great Lady Shiki never lied?”
Eiki pursed her lips and glared. “Ferrywoman Onozuka. If you want to touch me or kiss me, you first have to match your quota.”
Komachi grinned. “Trust me, I'll do exactly that.”
Eiki, honestly, wasn't sure what she'd just agreed to for a second time, but Hell if she wasn't excited for it.
And, hey, she thought to herself, a tiny grin pulling at her lips. Maybe Komachi might make for some good mother material...