Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Comparative Studies ❯ Biology ( Chapter 3 )
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Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.19.2013 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 4.7K | Status: Work In Progress
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Neon Genesis Evangelion:
Comparative Studies.
Chapter Three: Biology.
By: hawker_748
Ritsuko sat in her chair, watching as Shinji walked around the table towards her. She gave him a gentle smile as he rounded the last corner, now only a few steps away from her. He still looked a little nervous and uncertain, even though this wasn’t their first time. Ritsuko figured he would calm down only after they’d embraced and started kissing, reassuring him once again that she was not upset by his actions.
Ritsuko was honest enough with herself to admit she liked that about Shinji.
Shinji’s uncertainty, his nervousness and gentleness, these were what had first drawn her to him the night he’d come over to cook dinner for her as thanks for helping him ace a physics exam. They’d ended up in bed and she’d invited him back when Misato had picked him up later that evening, and they’d had further ‘study sessions’ that were becoming less and less about scholastic endeavours. Oh, they always did work on his subjects for a while, if his grades didn’t improve there’d be no reason for him to come over, but it was usually for less than an hour, and then Shinji would make love to her with gentle awe, making her feel as if she was the most precious thing in his life.
The difference between Shinji and his father was like night and day; laying down with Gendo Ikari was always a primal, almost frantic affair. The looming specters of him and her mother and his late wife were always swirling around them both as they writhed together, drawing away any real intimacy. But Shinji was gentle, so very gentle, that even when he was at his limits, his touches were scarcely firmer than soft caresses. Ritsuko wondered briefly if he would always be as tender, or if Shinji would become more assertive with age.
Ritsuko really didn’t want him to.
She also found herself wondering if she would be there to find out.
But now Shinji was standing in front of Ritsuko, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. Even with her sitting down, Shinji was practically at her eye level, and Ritsuko gazed into his deep blue orbs, once again marvelling how she could get lost in them. Reaching up with both hands she took hold of Shinji’s face, pulling it towards hers, smiling when he closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly. Ritsuko could feel his pulse racing under her fingertips, but when their lips met and she felt him collapse against her, the tension left his body in a rush, with a familiar hardness brushing against her knee.
The kiss was soft, warm, languid, Ritsuko and Shinji’s tongues rubbing up against each other’s, Ritsuko moaning into Shinji’s mouth when he slid his hands under her arms and gently rubbed her back through the silk blouse that clung to her. Ritsuko broke the kiss and moved her lips to Shinji’s neck, kissing and licking the warm skin on the side of his throat, the collar of his school uniform shirt rubbing against her left cheek. She listened to him sighing in contentment as she teased his ear lobe with her tongue before she began to suckle on the soft fold of skin. He never asked her to do anything, he was always satisfied to let her take the lead or the initiative. Ritsuko supposed there were things that Shinji may have wanted to do with her, or to her, but he always kept his peace, even though she was almost certain there had been times when he’d been trying to work up the courage to give them voice.
Ritsuko suspected that tonight one of them would happen, even if Shinji didn’t manage to work up the nerve to ask.
Pulling her lips back from Shinji’s ear, Ritsuko released his head and carefully guided him to sit in her lap. She stroked his back through his shirt and listened to his breathing, feeling warm, gentle puffs over her collar as Shinji’s head rested on her shoulder. “Shinji, do you ever think of me when we’re not together?”
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.
Ritsuko smiled, in spite of expecting this answer. She still felt happy at how quickly he’d confirmed it. Shinji would probably find the next question harder to answer, even to her.
ESPECIALLY to her.
“When you think of me, do you ever, you know-” she paused for a second, deciding on the best way to put it. “-touch yourself…?”
Despite Ritsuko’s best efforts not to fluster him, Shinji went cherry red. He couldn’t meet her eye, but she heard him whisper, “…yes…”
“Do you do it often?” Ritsuko had a teasing lilt to her voice, but deep down she really wanted to know.
“Not really…” Shinji murmured scarcely loud enough to be heard.
Ritsuko was surprised by the sharp twinge she unexpectedly felt in her chest. “Do you not like…” She found she couldn’t finish.
“No!” Shinji replied with surprising vehemence, before slipping back into embarrassment. “It-it’s just… with Misato and Asuka around… I-I don’t get much privacy…”
Ritsuko almost laughed in relief but settled for holding Shinji tighter to her. She should have guessed; her friend and Shinji’s fiery roommate would never let him live it down if they caught him in a compromising position. Ritsuko kissed Shinji’s forehead to calm him down, once again marvelling at how good he could make her feel with just a few simple words. Knowing what the probable reaction would be, Ritsuko subtlety tightened her grip on the young man sitting in her lap as she moved her lips next to his ears and said what she’d been prepping for all day.
“Can I watch you doing it?”
Despite her preparations, Shinji very nearly lurched out of Ritsuko’s grip, his eyes practically bugging out of his head, his face beyond crimson and rapidly approaching purple. In a moment of clinical detachment, Ritsuko wondered if there was blood anywhere else in his body. Shinji opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, almost strangling sounds coming from his throat. Before the flustered young man could recover his wits, Ritsuko put her lips back next to his ear, gently suckling on Shinji’s earlobe before whispering.
“I’ll let you watch me afterwards…”
Shinji was still red, but it was obvious that some of the blood had been diverted from his face to somewhere else. He opened his mouth to try to speak again, but he still couldn’t find any words. Desperate to avoid giving the wrong impression, he nodded faintly.
Ritsuko gave Shinji a gentle kiss and nuzzled his hair, a spark of excitement coursing through her. She gestured for him to stand, took him by the hand, and led him into her bedroom, noticing that his palm was sweaty, and she could swear she could feel heat radiating from Shinji’s blush. Ritsuko brought Shinji to her bed and helped him onto it, kissing him to try to calm him down and stop him from shaking nervously. She deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, easing it off his shoulders and down his arms, carelessly tossing the white garment to the floor. Taking hold of his T-shirt, Ritsuko pulled it hurriedly over his head, breaking the kiss just to allow its removal.
Shinji felt his head spinning as he gasped for breath, still trying to convince himself this was really happening, and what he’d agreed to do for Ritsuko. It wasn’t as if this would be something new for him, Ritsuko had ruled his fantasies since their first time, but to do it in front of her? And-and then she would- “Ohhh…” Shinji’s internal monologue derailed when Ritsuko reached down and tenderly caressed his hard on through his slacks. He slumped back against the pillows piled up against the headboard, obviously arranged there earlier for this very purpose. Glancing over at the night table, Shinji noticed that in addition to the box of tissues they kept next to the bed when they made love, now there was a pump bottle of hand lotion.
Ritsuko easily undid Shinji’s button and lowered his zipper, smiling appreciatively when he lifted his butt so she could pull his pants down his legs, tossing them away and playfully tugging off his socks. But instead of going for Shinji’s underwear, Ritsuko stepped back and made her way to an easy chair at the end of the bed, reclining in it languorously and smiling at the still uncertain Shinji. “Go ahead, enjoy yourself…”
“R-Ritsuko,” Shinji stammered quietly. “It’s-it’s…”
“Please Shinji?” Ritsuko pouted. “I really want to watch you.”
Shinji took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes before he exhaled, his shoulders slumping as he tried to relax. “Okay.”
“You’re so sweet,” Ritsuko purred. Deciding to give him a little encouragement, she unzipped her blouse and slipped it off, letting Shinji see the red silk demi-cup bra she’d bought specifically for this night. “Does this help…?”
“Yes,” Shinji squeaked, his voice cracking for a moment. He willed his shaking hand to go still as he slowly reached down and carefully rested his hand on the bulge in his boxer shorts, feeling self-conscious about the slowly growing wet spot there.
Ritsuko could feel her exposed skin getting goose-bumps as she watched the young man hesitantly start exploring himself. “What do you usually think about when you do that…?” she murmured.
“Did I remember to lock the door?”
Ritsuko froze for a second, before she started laughing, joined shortly by Shinji. And with that sound, the awkward, uncomfortable tension disappeared, blown away like dry leaves in the wind. Shinji let himself relax, resting against the stack of pillows, his eyes drawn to the enticing sight of Ritsuko in a revealing bra. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she replied demurely, her gaze switching between meeting his eyes and his concealed erection.
Feeling a rush of confidence flow into him, Shinji lifted his hips and eased his underwear down, pushing them past his knees and tossing them on top of his pants, which were flung over a dresser. Meeting Ritsuko’s eyes he took hold of himself and held his cock perfectly upright.
“Very nice,” Ritsuko whispered, standing and undoing her skirt, slowly tilting her hips side to side as she removed the snug garment.
Shinji drew in a breath. Ritsuko was wearing a matching red silk thong panty, with a garter belt and stockings. He’d never seen that look before, outside of a few discrete peeks at a magazine Kensuke had brought to class once. “Wow…”
“You’re throbbing Shinji,” Ritsuko pointed out huskily. “Does that mean you like it?”
“Oh yes… You’re perfect.”
“Awww… I still think Misato’s prettier,” Ritsuko remarked a little self-consciously.
“She IS beautiful… but you’re gorgeous,” Shinji insisted. “L-look what you do to me…” He began to slowly stroke himself, soft, wet noises coming from the tip as drops of pre-cum were spread out over the entire head.
“Mmmmm…” Ritsuko leaned back and watched with frank interest, resting her right leg on the bed, and doing nothing to cover herself up. She saw that Shinji’s eyes were roaming all over her body, spending no small amount of time between her legs, but he met her gaze many, many times. Observing the young man slowly masturbating on her bed, Ritsuko felt sparks of excitement running up her spine. Shinji was letting her see something very intimate and private, something that Gendo would never have done. Part of her interest was simple curiosity, but for the most part she was just interested in what Shinji did when she wasn’t there.
Shinji bit his lip as he slowly stroked himself, wanting to go faster to gain release, but forcing himself to take his time to put on a better performance. He was captivated by the way Ritsuko looked in red lingerie, his eyes greedily tracing over her lovely curves, drawn like iron to a magnet to rest between her legs, where a few square inches of red silk were barely covering her greatest treasure. Memories about what it looked –and tasted- like danced through Shinji’s mind, and he closed his eyes as he sped up his strokes a little, remembering what it had been like.
“Haaaah… haaah… hah…”
Ritsuko saw Shinji’s toes start curling as his breathing deepened, his hand moving swifter now, the head of his prick now slick with pre-cum, acting as a natural lubricant as he stroked. ‘He’s really getting into this,’ she noted, mesmerized by the sight of his rigid pillar of flesh and the almost pained look on Shinji’s face. Ritsuko could feel her nipples getting hard, pushing against their silken prison, as well as a pleasant tingling and sudden dampness between her legs. ‘I never expected this would be so… hot,’ Ritsuko admitted. However, she was also curious about what was going through Shinji’s mind. “What are you thinking about now?” she asked softly, surprised by the slight hitch in her voice. “Remembering? Or fantasizing…?”
“F-fantasizing…”
“Tell me…”
“Your office, at NERV,” Shinji breathed, his eyes still closed as he gave voice to his private thoughts. “Y-you’re in a meeting… and-and I’m under your desk… l-licking you,” he panted, arching his back as his pleasure approached its peak. “You try to maintain your composure, but I keep licking you…”
Ritsuko started squirming in her chair, noting just how wet the front of her panties were. Her nipples were now as hard as bullets and they were aching for some attention. Still opening and closing her legs, Ritsuko reached up and undid the front clip of her bra, practically tearing the garment off her body, before taking the sensitive nubs of flesh between her thumbs and fingers.
“Ohhh…”
Ritsuko’s throaty moan made Shinji open his eyes and he gulped at the sight that greeted him. Ritsuko was writhing in her chair and tweaking her nipples, and he noticed that the front of her panties was now darker. “You’re beautiful,” he rasped, stroking himself even faster now.
Shinji’s voice cut through the fog of Ritsuko’s pleasure and she very reluctantly let go of her nipples. Managing to regain her composure only with great effort, she stood up and moved to lie down on the bed next to Shinji. “Don’t stop,” she told him when he reached for her. “I-I just wanted a closer look…” Shinji let out a disappointed whine and resumed pumping himself, now using his left hand to pinch his own nipples, his eyes locked on Ritsuko’s body. Ritsuko was fighting the urge to simply take Shinji’s cock between her lips and suck him off, the fantasy he’d mentioned far hotter than what she’d expected from him.
Of course, she’d never think about doing anything like that in a meeting with Commander Ikari.
But she did have a meeting scheduled next week with Lt. Ibuki to discuss maintenance protocols for the MAGI…
The thought of struggling to maintain her composure in front of her young protégé while Shinji’s warm breath and even warmer tongue probed her most sensitive parts sent a fresh wave of wetness surging through her sopping wet pussy, thoroughly soaking her panties. Ritsuko let out a frustrated breath, wanting nothing more than to slip her fingers deep inside her, her body craving a release. But she’d promised to let Shinji watch, and she wanted him to finish first. He was panting now, his eyes open but not really seeing, and she could tell he still had a little while yet before he climaxed.
So Ritsuko decided to give him a little push.
“Shinji, look at me…” When Shinji’s wild eyes settled on her, Ritsuko reached down and slipped her panties off, extending them towards the sweaty young man. “Use these,” she told him huskily.
Shinji snatched the soaking garment out of Ritsuko’s grip with his left hand and held them over his face, breathing in deeply, desperately trying to take in as much of her scent as he could. He was stroking as fast as he could now, desperate to achieve release, and he felt his toes gripping the bed sheets as his orgasm approached. Shinji opened his mouth to take some of the sodden fabric between his lips and he began to suck the moisture from the fabric, even as he worked to inhale as much of Ritsuko’s essence as he could. The panties muffled his cries as he felt himself about to cum and he blindly reached out with his left hand to grab some tissues to keep himself from making a mess all over the linen.
“No tissues Shinji,” Ritsuko’s angelic voice called out. “Just let it happen…”
“Ahhh! Ahh!”
Shinji’s back arched as his body was gripped by an intense orgasm, three gouts of ropey sperm erupting from the head of his prick. Despite Ritsuko’s insistence that she didn’t care where it landed, she realized that he’d made an effort to let it splash only over himself, streams of his sticky cum splashing over his stomach and chest. His entire body shuddered for a few moments and his gasps were muffled by the panties still covering his nose and mouth. Then Shinji peeled the drenched fabric from his face and Ritsuko saw the spent, tired, and happy look he was wearing, his entire body coated with a film of sweat. “Was it good?” she asked almost redundantly.
“Yes,” Shinji gasped, his pants only now beginning to slow down as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
“You came all over yourself.”
Shinji blushed noticeably, even with the flush over his face and chest. “I-I’ll clean it off,” he murmured, reaching for the tissues.
“I’ll do it,” Ritsuko cooed, taking hold of Shinji’s sticky right hand and bringing it to her face, extending her tongue and started licking his essence off of his fingers. Shinji moaned when she took her fingers into her mouth one at a time, sucking them clean and leaving them shiny with her spit. After licking the palm and back of his hand clean, Ritsuko lowered her head and took hold of Shinji’s deflating prick, taking it between her lips and cleaning off every trace of his cum. After taking in the entire length and sucking out the last few drops, she drew her head back until the flaccid member slipped out with a faint ‘pop.’ Ritsuko then lapped up the streams of Shinji’s seed, the unmistakeable taste seasoned with his sweat as she dragged her tongue over his bare stomach and chest. As she left a warm trail of her saliva along his skin, Ritsuko once again tried not to think about the fact Shinji was so much younger.
She took comfort in the fact that Shinji didn’t seem to think it was that important either.
Taking care of the last drop with a deliberately slow lick, Ritsuko reached over Shinji and took a water bottle from beside the bed, taking a few swallows before kissing Shinji hungrily, eagerly pushing her tongue into his open mouth and snaking it against his teeth. When she broke the kiss there was a string of saliva joining their lips before it snapped, falling back into Shinji’s mouth. “My turn,” Ritsuko breathed.
“W-where do you want me…?” Shinji stammered.
“Where ever you want,” Ritsuko purred, gently easing the first and middle fingers of her right hand between Shinji’s lips, humming contentedly when he began to suck on them. He nodded and moved aside, allowing her lounge against the pillow, and she turned her head to rest against it. “It’s all sweaty,” she teased.
“Sorry, I-”
“It smells like you… I like it.” Spreading her stocking clad legs and making sure that Shinji would have a good view, Ritsuko met his eyes. “Just one thing Shinji…”
“Yes?”
“From now on, until I finish, no matter how much I ask, plead, or BEG, don’t touch me, okay?”
“I-I promise,” Shinji assured her.
“Okay, I just want you to watch me.” Ritsuko met Shinji’s eyes as she rested her fingers, which were slick with his spit, on her glistening lower lips. She hadn’t really needed for him to moisten them for her, as she was wetter than she could ever remember being. Her thighs were drenched, and Ritsuko saw that she’d left a wet spot on the bed sheet where she’d laid while watching Shinji. ‘I wasn’t even touching myself then,’ she realized as she gently began to rub her swollen lips before Shinji’s captivated gaze. ‘I didn’t know I could get this wet.’
Shinji watched Ritsuko close her eyes and heard a soft moan escape her lips as the tips of her fingers slowly wiggled their way between her coral pink lips. Her neatly trimmed pussy hair was matted down with her juices, and the upper section of her stockings was soaked as well. The whole of her inner thighs were shiny, and Shinji had to supress a desire to lower his head between them and lick until Ritsuko screamed out.
Opening her eyes a crack, Ritsuko could see Shinji’s eyes running up and down over her body, his gaze lingering between her legs. She could hear her breathing through her parted lips, moist, slick sounds coming from her pussy as her long slender fingers slowly churned in and out of her. “Mmmm… Shinji… Do you like this…?”
“Yes,” he choked out, swallowing to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. “W-when do you do this…?”
“At home, in bed…” Ritsuko breathed, biting her lip to suppress a gasp. ‘Wait, I want him to hear everything too…’ she chastised herself.
“What do you like to think about?”
Ritsuko moaned as she probed her inner depths further with her fingers. Her favorite fantasy? She wasn’t about to tell Shinji that she’d dreamed of tying up and gagging Gendo Ikari, and making love to his son while she forced him to watch. Even the haze of pleasure she was in couldn’t distort the awkwardness that would follow that confession. So, she told him her second favorite. “You and I, desert island… We only wear leaves, gather fruit, fish, and make love on the beach… Ahhhh!”
“I-I’d like that,” Shinji murmured.
“Me too…” Ritsuko panted, her fingers moving faster, a fresh torrent of wetness flowing from her. “Lick my nipples Shinji… Please…”
Shinji reflexively lowered his head to comply before stopping himself. “You told me not to.”
“Please,” Ritsuko moaned, the smell of her own arousal strong in her nose.
“I promised,” Shinji whispered, looking sorrier by the second.
“So mean…” she whined. Desperate for more stimulation, Ritsuko reached her left hand to her lips, brazenly licked her fingers and began to pinch her nipples roughly. Soft cries came from her open mouth as sparks of excitement shot up her spine. Wanting more, she pushed up on her right breast and lowered her head forward, extending her tongue as she vainly tried to lick herself. Ritsuko was just able to brush the tip of her warm wet tongue over the peak of the swollen nub of flesh, but even the light contact tore a moan from the back of her throat It had felt so good, but it was a shadow of what Shinji’s tongue would have been like.
Shinji’s left hand gripped the bed sheet so tightly his knuckles were white. Watching Ritsuko writhing and thrashing before him, knowing that she was doing it just for him, made a wave of affection wash over him. He could hear her pants and cries, sounding better than a chorus of angels ever could, with wet, organic and obscene sounds coming from between her legs. She was covered in sweat, her inner thighs shiny with her own fluids, the scent of her musk and sex flowing deep into his sinuses. There was a flush covering her upper chest and face, and her expression was twisted in a way Shinji had never seen before outside of his deepest fantasies. There was a spreading area of wetness under her, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if it seeped all the way into the mattress. He could feel his own body reacting, his manhood swelling again, something he hadn’t expected without some more rest.
Ritsuko noticed it too. “Please, touch me Shinji, just once. I’ll suck your cock if you do…”
Shinji bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. “I can’t…” His body clearly felt otherwise.
“I’ll do whatever you want…” Ritsuko pleaded, desperation in her eyes as she frantically drove her fingers into herself.
Mewling piteously, Shinji simply kept watching, not able to find words to express his sheer frustration. His cock was as hard as steel, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
Shinji’s frustration was a faint breeze compared to the typhoon that lashed Ritsuko. Curling her toes, gripping the bed sheet as tight as her fists could, Ritsuko pushed up her hips until she was in a near bridge position, pushing back in a frenzy against her fingers. She didn’t know if that would help but she honestly didn’t care; all that mattered now was reaching her peak, which was close, so maddeningly close, but it seemed to be moving further away the faster she chased it. “Shinji,” she practically sobbed.
Shinji clenched his fists so tight he could hear the tendons creaking, pain from his hands telling him he was approaching their limits, his muscles screaming in agony at their exertions. Just as his mind was ready to abandon his promise and throw himself at Ritsuko, he watched, utterly captivated, when she suddenly arched her back so harshly that for a fraction of a second he thought she might have broken it.
“Ahhhh!”
Ritsuko screamed. Not shouted, not yelled, not cried out -screamed. Her fingers were driven into her as far as they could physically reach, her mouth open as her orgasm arrived with the subtlety of an above ground nuclear blast. Her toes curled even tighter, pulling the edge of the bed sheet from under the mattress, her throat raw from the primal scream that drowned out all other sounds. Wetness trickled in a steady stream from her pussy, splashing down on the wet spot that now covered almost half the bed. Ritsuko was arched like an upside down “U,” and her body was wracked by intense shudders.
Gasping and wheezing, frantically trying to catch her breath, Ritsuko collapsed on herself, panting like a winded racehorse as her body quivered, the endorphins running riot through her system, babbling incoherently as she tried to regain control. She could feel her insides clamping down on her fingers, as if it didn’t want them to leave, and she was only able to pull them out with a slurping sound. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, not really seeing as her breathing slowly came back to normal, feeling the sweat evaporate from her overheated body, causing goose bumps to rise all over her. When Ritsuko finally came to her senses, she glanced over and locked eyes with Shinji, noticing how deep his breathing was, and how he was flushed all over. Lowering her gaze, she noticed his rampant hard on, its tip once again wet and slick with pre-cum. “D-did you like that…?” she slurred.
“You need to ask?” he replied with a voice like sandpaper.
“As good as you fantasized about?”
“Better.”
Ritsuko gave Shinji a dreamy smile. “You never touched me. Not once…”
“Y-you said not to…”
“I know,” she told him. “You promised.” Then Ritsuko’s smile went wicked. “But you still need to be punished…”
Before Shinji could even think of a reply Ritsuko lurched up and took hold of his shoulders, unceremoniously forcing him onto his back with a surprised yelp. Moving over top of him, she held him down with her left hand, taking hold of his erect prick with her right, positioning the tip so that it was nestled between her sopping, swollen labia. With a harsh grunt she impaled herself upon his tool, her hot tightness instantly surrounding its entire length, drawing a sharp cry from Shinji.
“My turn,” Ritsuko groaned, gripping Shinji’s shoulders tightly, lifting herself up before slamming herself back down onto Shinji; she was so wet, and so ready that there was no chance of hurting herself. Riding Shinji’s cock with a furious abandon, Ritsuko could feel it battering its way into her, rubbing up against nerves that were already as keen as razors. She could hear herself panting as she eagerly took Shinji’s hardness into her, obscene wet noises coming from where they joined. Nearly lost in a sea of pleasure, Ritsuko looked down and saw Shinji grimacing, and was taken aback when she realized how hard she was gripping his shoulders.
Forcing herself to let go of his shoulders was the second most difficult thing she’d ever done.
Ceasing sliding up and down of his stiffness was the most difficult.
“R-Ritsuko…? Is something wrong?” Shinji’s face was a study in concern.
Ritsuko lowered her head and pressed her lips against his, kissing him as tenderly as she could. With the height difference between them, it required a little contorting on her part. “Nothing’s wrong,” she told him after the kiss. She didn’t want to hurt Shinji, especially for the sake of her own pleasure; that would have been too much like his father. With her face mere inches from his, Ritsuko resumed her motions, now moving much more slowly, savoring every deliberate stroke.
Shinji felt a moan rattle from the back of his throat as his prick probed Ritsuko’s inner warmth, her slick walls gripping him securely. He moved his hands to her hips and thrust up to meet her, wanting to drive even deeper. By now her head was beside his and he could hear her gasps and cries against his right ear, warm breaths that sent sparks up his spine. Her hair was against his face and he could smell the perspiration in it, as well as the now faint scent of her shampoo, but the smell of sex and musk in the bedroom still dominated. He was still a ways away from an orgasm when Ritsuko pushed herself back up on her hands and began crying out.
“Ohhh… Shinji…”
Ritsuko began to grunt loudly, much to her mortification as Shinji’s cock hit just the right spot to send her into the abyss. Her fists clenched at the bed sheet, handfuls of fabric in her hands as she cried out, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Uhhh!”
Shinji felt Ritsuko’s pussy gripping him tightly, even as he continued to hammer into her, the look on her face turning him on even more. He sped up his thrusts, wanting to see that look on her again.
Ritsuko was barely able to support herself as her body was wracked by an orgasm, her harsh breaths not able to give her the oxygen she needed, and she could feel herself building up yet again. “S-Shinji… I-I can’t… too much…” she murmured.
Shinji paid her no heed; continuing to push himself into Ritsuko, he was rewarded for his efforts when she cried out again, her body writhing and clenching him even tighter. She was babbling now, sweat dripping from her nose and chin, falling onto his face. He saw Ritsuko try to compose herself, catch her breath, but he was moments away from cumming himself. Summoning the last of his reserves, Shinji thrust himself up into her with all the force he could manage.
“Ooaahhhhh!”
Shinji had never actually heard the battle cry that Unit-01 had made during his first battle with an Angel, but he was sure it couldn’t have been as loud as the scream that erupted from Ritsuko’s mouth. Her pussy spasmed violently and this sent him over the top for the second time that night. With a stentorian cry he launched a titanic salvo of his seed deep inside Ritsuko, his hot essence splashing against her slick walls.
Ritsuko was still in the grips of her third orgasm in quick succession when Shinji’s sperm was fired into her. The incredible rush of silken heat sent her over the edge a fourth time, her throat raw as she cried out again. It felt like she had been filled completely up with liquid warmth, so much of it that she could feel it trickling out of her, a mixture of Shinji’s cum and her juices flowing down her thighs and pooling underneath them both. Ritsuko slumped forward and collapsed on top of Shinji, her body still racked by tremors and gasping for breath. She felt Shinji slowly embrace her as he panted in her ear, in not much better shape than she was, and she hummed contentedly when he gently kissed the side of her head and nuzzled her hair. After several quiet, wonderful minutes, Ritsuko shakily pushed herself up on rubbery arms and gazed down tenderly at the sweaty and exhausted young man.
“I love you…”
Shinji’s declaration was barely a whisper, but it rang through Ritsuko’s mind like a gunshot. Her breath caught in her throat and her head swam as she quickly contemplated Shinji’s words, and her own feelings. ‘How do I feel about him?’ she asked herself in a heartbeat. She enjoyed his company, cared for him, thought about him constantly, worried herself sick over him, even though she hid it behind a mask of indifference. It was astonishing how important he’d become in such a short time, but Ritsuko decided she would be honest, even to herself.
“I think I feel the same…”
Ritsuko closed her eyes and laid down on Shinji again, feeling unexpectedly happy when he embraced her. ‘I could get used to this…’ Although she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep where she was, Ritsuko glanced at the clock and frowned. The ‘study session’ would be over in less than an hour, and if they looked, or smelled, like they did now when Misato dropped by to pick Shinji up, there’d be hell to pay. “Shinji, we have to get cleaned up so you can go home.”
“I don’t want to go…”
“I don’t like it either, but we have to.”
Shinji sighed in resignation and released Ritsuko from his embrace, and she reluctantly got up. “I wish I could stay with you.”
Ritsuko smiled wistfully. “So do I.” She watched Shinji shuffle off to the bathroom to shower before she removed the sodden sheets from the bed. She grimaced when she saw that the mattress top was damp. ‘I’ll have to flip it over for now…’ Once she’d done that she put clean sheets on the bed, opened the window and fired a long burst of air freshener, potpourri temporarily masking all the other scents in the room. When Shinji re-entered the room with a towel around his waist, Ritsuko took the sheets and her clothes into the bathroom and stuffed them into the hamper before getting in the shower.
After making sure her hair was completely dry, Misato’s powers of observation bordered on supernatural, and dressed in an identical outfit, albeit with more sensible underwear, Ritsuko went to the kitchen and found Shinji pouring over his notes. “You’ll be ready for that test?”
Shinji nodded. “Of course.”
“I’m glad.” By mutual agreement they always kept conversation mundane just before Misato was supposed to arrive, but looking at the clock Ritsuko figured she had enough time for one thing. “Shinji, do you have a place in your room that’s hidden? Where Misato or Asuka don’t know about?”
“My underwear drawer,” he replied. “Misato never does laundry, and Asuka…? I think she’d rather rub lemon juice into a cut than touch my underwear.”
“I should have guessed,” Ritsuko muttered. “Then take these,” she told him, pressing something into his hands.
Shinji’s eyes widened when he realized he was holding Ritsuko’s panties, the same pair she’d had on earlier. They were still warm, with a hint of moisture still noticeable.
“Make sure you lock the door when you use them.”
“I’ll remember,” Shinji murmured, slipping the precious garment into his bag.
He wasn’t a moment too soon, as Misato opened the door when she knocked, making the two of them jump. “Someone call for a cab?”
“You open the door AFTER you knock,” Ritsuko growled, thanking whatever gods existed that Shinji had closed his bag in time.
“What fun is that?” Misato replied with a grin.
Ritsuko shook her head; her friend would never change. “He’s ready for that test.”
“Good boy,” Misato congratulated Shinji. “We’ve got to go, Asuka decided she’d take a late dinner, and she said there was no way in hell she’d let me be the one to cook it.”
“All right,” Shinji said resignedly. “Thanks again Ritsuko.” He waved and followed Misato out the door, turning back and smiling at her when Misato’s back was to him.
Ritsuko slumped into a chair when the door clicked shut, feeling exhilaration with a touch of sadness that she was alone again. “It would be nice for us to wake up together,” she remarked to the empty room. She sat there for a while, until a curious look came over her, and she went for her laptop, deciding that there were some figures she needed to look into.
End of Part Three.
Author’s Notes:
The usual. Rx7 pre-read, all faults are mine, yadda, yadda, yadda…
C&C is welcome at: hawker_748@hotmail.com
Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of sex and is unsuitable for readers under 18.
Neon Genesis Evangelion:
Comparative Studies.
Chapter Three: Biology.
By: hawker_748
Ritsuko sat in her chair, watching as Shinji walked around the table towards her. She gave him a gentle smile as he rounded the last corner, now only a few steps away from her. He still looked a little nervous and uncertain, even though this wasn’t their first time. Ritsuko figured he would calm down only after they’d embraced and started kissing, reassuring him once again that she was not upset by his actions.
Ritsuko was honest enough with herself to admit she liked that about Shinji.
Shinji’s uncertainty, his nervousness and gentleness, these were what had first drawn her to him the night he’d come over to cook dinner for her as thanks for helping him ace a physics exam. They’d ended up in bed and she’d invited him back when Misato had picked him up later that evening, and they’d had further ‘study sessions’ that were becoming less and less about scholastic endeavours. Oh, they always did work on his subjects for a while, if his grades didn’t improve there’d be no reason for him to come over, but it was usually for less than an hour, and then Shinji would make love to her with gentle awe, making her feel as if she was the most precious thing in his life.
The difference between Shinji and his father was like night and day; laying down with Gendo Ikari was always a primal, almost frantic affair. The looming specters of him and her mother and his late wife were always swirling around them both as they writhed together, drawing away any real intimacy. But Shinji was gentle, so very gentle, that even when he was at his limits, his touches were scarcely firmer than soft caresses. Ritsuko wondered briefly if he would always be as tender, or if Shinji would become more assertive with age.
Ritsuko really didn’t want him to.
She also found herself wondering if she would be there to find out.
But now Shinji was standing in front of Ritsuko, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. Even with her sitting down, Shinji was practically at her eye level, and Ritsuko gazed into his deep blue orbs, once again marvelling how she could get lost in them. Reaching up with both hands she took hold of Shinji’s face, pulling it towards hers, smiling when he closed his eyes and opened his mouth expectantly. Ritsuko could feel his pulse racing under her fingertips, but when their lips met and she felt him collapse against her, the tension left his body in a rush, with a familiar hardness brushing against her knee.
The kiss was soft, warm, languid, Ritsuko and Shinji’s tongues rubbing up against each other’s, Ritsuko moaning into Shinji’s mouth when he slid his hands under her arms and gently rubbed her back through the silk blouse that clung to her. Ritsuko broke the kiss and moved her lips to Shinji’s neck, kissing and licking the warm skin on the side of his throat, the collar of his school uniform shirt rubbing against her left cheek. She listened to him sighing in contentment as she teased his ear lobe with her tongue before she began to suckle on the soft fold of skin. He never asked her to do anything, he was always satisfied to let her take the lead or the initiative. Ritsuko supposed there were things that Shinji may have wanted to do with her, or to her, but he always kept his peace, even though she was almost certain there had been times when he’d been trying to work up the courage to give them voice.
Ritsuko suspected that tonight one of them would happen, even if Shinji didn’t manage to work up the nerve to ask.
Pulling her lips back from Shinji’s ear, Ritsuko released his head and carefully guided him to sit in her lap. She stroked his back through his shirt and listened to his breathing, feeling warm, gentle puffs over her collar as Shinji’s head rested on her shoulder. “Shinji, do you ever think of me when we’re not together?”
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.
Ritsuko smiled, in spite of expecting this answer. She still felt happy at how quickly he’d confirmed it. Shinji would probably find the next question harder to answer, even to her.
ESPECIALLY to her.
“When you think of me, do you ever, you know-” she paused for a second, deciding on the best way to put it. “-touch yourself…?”
Despite Ritsuko’s best efforts not to fluster him, Shinji went cherry red. He couldn’t meet her eye, but she heard him whisper, “…yes…”
“Do you do it often?” Ritsuko had a teasing lilt to her voice, but deep down she really wanted to know.
“Not really…” Shinji murmured scarcely loud enough to be heard.
Ritsuko was surprised by the sharp twinge she unexpectedly felt in her chest. “Do you not like…” She found she couldn’t finish.
“No!” Shinji replied with surprising vehemence, before slipping back into embarrassment. “It-it’s just… with Misato and Asuka around… I-I don’t get much privacy…”
Ritsuko almost laughed in relief but settled for holding Shinji tighter to her. She should have guessed; her friend and Shinji’s fiery roommate would never let him live it down if they caught him in a compromising position. Ritsuko kissed Shinji’s forehead to calm him down, once again marvelling at how good he could make her feel with just a few simple words. Knowing what the probable reaction would be, Ritsuko subtlety tightened her grip on the young man sitting in her lap as she moved her lips next to his ears and said what she’d been prepping for all day.
“Can I watch you doing it?”
Despite her preparations, Shinji very nearly lurched out of Ritsuko’s grip, his eyes practically bugging out of his head, his face beyond crimson and rapidly approaching purple. In a moment of clinical detachment, Ritsuko wondered if there was blood anywhere else in his body. Shinji opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, almost strangling sounds coming from his throat. Before the flustered young man could recover his wits, Ritsuko put her lips back next to his ear, gently suckling on Shinji’s earlobe before whispering.
“I’ll let you watch me afterwards…”
Shinji was still red, but it was obvious that some of the blood had been diverted from his face to somewhere else. He opened his mouth to try to speak again, but he still couldn’t find any words. Desperate to avoid giving the wrong impression, he nodded faintly.
Ritsuko gave Shinji a gentle kiss and nuzzled his hair, a spark of excitement coursing through her. She gestured for him to stand, took him by the hand, and led him into her bedroom, noticing that his palm was sweaty, and she could swear she could feel heat radiating from Shinji’s blush. Ritsuko brought Shinji to her bed and helped him onto it, kissing him to try to calm him down and stop him from shaking nervously. She deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, easing it off his shoulders and down his arms, carelessly tossing the white garment to the floor. Taking hold of his T-shirt, Ritsuko pulled it hurriedly over his head, breaking the kiss just to allow its removal.
Shinji felt his head spinning as he gasped for breath, still trying to convince himself this was really happening, and what he’d agreed to do for Ritsuko. It wasn’t as if this would be something new for him, Ritsuko had ruled his fantasies since their first time, but to do it in front of her? And-and then she would- “Ohhh…” Shinji’s internal monologue derailed when Ritsuko reached down and tenderly caressed his hard on through his slacks. He slumped back against the pillows piled up against the headboard, obviously arranged there earlier for this very purpose. Glancing over at the night table, Shinji noticed that in addition to the box of tissues they kept next to the bed when they made love, now there was a pump bottle of hand lotion.
Ritsuko easily undid Shinji’s button and lowered his zipper, smiling appreciatively when he lifted his butt so she could pull his pants down his legs, tossing them away and playfully tugging off his socks. But instead of going for Shinji’s underwear, Ritsuko stepped back and made her way to an easy chair at the end of the bed, reclining in it languorously and smiling at the still uncertain Shinji. “Go ahead, enjoy yourself…”
“R-Ritsuko,” Shinji stammered quietly. “It’s-it’s…”
“Please Shinji?” Ritsuko pouted. “I really want to watch you.”
Shinji took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes before he exhaled, his shoulders slumping as he tried to relax. “Okay.”
“You’re so sweet,” Ritsuko purred. Deciding to give him a little encouragement, she unzipped her blouse and slipped it off, letting Shinji see the red silk demi-cup bra she’d bought specifically for this night. “Does this help…?”
“Yes,” Shinji squeaked, his voice cracking for a moment. He willed his shaking hand to go still as he slowly reached down and carefully rested his hand on the bulge in his boxer shorts, feeling self-conscious about the slowly growing wet spot there.
Ritsuko could feel her exposed skin getting goose-bumps as she watched the young man hesitantly start exploring himself. “What do you usually think about when you do that…?” she murmured.
“Did I remember to lock the door?”
Ritsuko froze for a second, before she started laughing, joined shortly by Shinji. And with that sound, the awkward, uncomfortable tension disappeared, blown away like dry leaves in the wind. Shinji let himself relax, resting against the stack of pillows, his eyes drawn to the enticing sight of Ritsuko in a revealing bra. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she replied demurely, her gaze switching between meeting his eyes and his concealed erection.
Feeling a rush of confidence flow into him, Shinji lifted his hips and eased his underwear down, pushing them past his knees and tossing them on top of his pants, which were flung over a dresser. Meeting Ritsuko’s eyes he took hold of himself and held his cock perfectly upright.
“Very nice,” Ritsuko whispered, standing and undoing her skirt, slowly tilting her hips side to side as she removed the snug garment.
Shinji drew in a breath. Ritsuko was wearing a matching red silk thong panty, with a garter belt and stockings. He’d never seen that look before, outside of a few discrete peeks at a magazine Kensuke had brought to class once. “Wow…”
“You’re throbbing Shinji,” Ritsuko pointed out huskily. “Does that mean you like it?”
“Oh yes… You’re perfect.”
“Awww… I still think Misato’s prettier,” Ritsuko remarked a little self-consciously.
“She IS beautiful… but you’re gorgeous,” Shinji insisted. “L-look what you do to me…” He began to slowly stroke himself, soft, wet noises coming from the tip as drops of pre-cum were spread out over the entire head.
“Mmmmm…” Ritsuko leaned back and watched with frank interest, resting her right leg on the bed, and doing nothing to cover herself up. She saw that Shinji’s eyes were roaming all over her body, spending no small amount of time between her legs, but he met her gaze many, many times. Observing the young man slowly masturbating on her bed, Ritsuko felt sparks of excitement running up her spine. Shinji was letting her see something very intimate and private, something that Gendo would never have done. Part of her interest was simple curiosity, but for the most part she was just interested in what Shinji did when she wasn’t there.
Shinji bit his lip as he slowly stroked himself, wanting to go faster to gain release, but forcing himself to take his time to put on a better performance. He was captivated by the way Ritsuko looked in red lingerie, his eyes greedily tracing over her lovely curves, drawn like iron to a magnet to rest between her legs, where a few square inches of red silk were barely covering her greatest treasure. Memories about what it looked –and tasted- like danced through Shinji’s mind, and he closed his eyes as he sped up his strokes a little, remembering what it had been like.
“Haaaah… haaah… hah…”
Ritsuko saw Shinji’s toes start curling as his breathing deepened, his hand moving swifter now, the head of his prick now slick with pre-cum, acting as a natural lubricant as he stroked. ‘He’s really getting into this,’ she noted, mesmerized by the sight of his rigid pillar of flesh and the almost pained look on Shinji’s face. Ritsuko could feel her nipples getting hard, pushing against their silken prison, as well as a pleasant tingling and sudden dampness between her legs. ‘I never expected this would be so… hot,’ Ritsuko admitted. However, she was also curious about what was going through Shinji’s mind. “What are you thinking about now?” she asked softly, surprised by the slight hitch in her voice. “Remembering? Or fantasizing…?”
“F-fantasizing…”
“Tell me…”
“Your office, at NERV,” Shinji breathed, his eyes still closed as he gave voice to his private thoughts. “Y-you’re in a meeting… and-and I’m under your desk… l-licking you,” he panted, arching his back as his pleasure approached its peak. “You try to maintain your composure, but I keep licking you…”
Ritsuko started squirming in her chair, noting just how wet the front of her panties were. Her nipples were now as hard as bullets and they were aching for some attention. Still opening and closing her legs, Ritsuko reached up and undid the front clip of her bra, practically tearing the garment off her body, before taking the sensitive nubs of flesh between her thumbs and fingers.
“Ohhh…”
Ritsuko’s throaty moan made Shinji open his eyes and he gulped at the sight that greeted him. Ritsuko was writhing in her chair and tweaking her nipples, and he noticed that the front of her panties was now darker. “You’re beautiful,” he rasped, stroking himself even faster now.
Shinji’s voice cut through the fog of Ritsuko’s pleasure and she very reluctantly let go of her nipples. Managing to regain her composure only with great effort, she stood up and moved to lie down on the bed next to Shinji. “Don’t stop,” she told him when he reached for her. “I-I just wanted a closer look…” Shinji let out a disappointed whine and resumed pumping himself, now using his left hand to pinch his own nipples, his eyes locked on Ritsuko’s body. Ritsuko was fighting the urge to simply take Shinji’s cock between her lips and suck him off, the fantasy he’d mentioned far hotter than what she’d expected from him.
Of course, she’d never think about doing anything like that in a meeting with Commander Ikari.
But she did have a meeting scheduled next week with Lt. Ibuki to discuss maintenance protocols for the MAGI…
The thought of struggling to maintain her composure in front of her young protégé while Shinji’s warm breath and even warmer tongue probed her most sensitive parts sent a fresh wave of wetness surging through her sopping wet pussy, thoroughly soaking her panties. Ritsuko let out a frustrated breath, wanting nothing more than to slip her fingers deep inside her, her body craving a release. But she’d promised to let Shinji watch, and she wanted him to finish first. He was panting now, his eyes open but not really seeing, and she could tell he still had a little while yet before he climaxed.
So Ritsuko decided to give him a little push.
“Shinji, look at me…” When Shinji’s wild eyes settled on her, Ritsuko reached down and slipped her panties off, extending them towards the sweaty young man. “Use these,” she told him huskily.
Shinji snatched the soaking garment out of Ritsuko’s grip with his left hand and held them over his face, breathing in deeply, desperately trying to take in as much of her scent as he could. He was stroking as fast as he could now, desperate to achieve release, and he felt his toes gripping the bed sheets as his orgasm approached. Shinji opened his mouth to take some of the sodden fabric between his lips and he began to suck the moisture from the fabric, even as he worked to inhale as much of Ritsuko’s essence as he could. The panties muffled his cries as he felt himself about to cum and he blindly reached out with his left hand to grab some tissues to keep himself from making a mess all over the linen.
“No tissues Shinji,” Ritsuko’s angelic voice called out. “Just let it happen…”
“Ahhh! Ahh!”
Shinji’s back arched as his body was gripped by an intense orgasm, three gouts of ropey sperm erupting from the head of his prick. Despite Ritsuko’s insistence that she didn’t care where it landed, she realized that he’d made an effort to let it splash only over himself, streams of his sticky cum splashing over his stomach and chest. His entire body shuddered for a few moments and his gasps were muffled by the panties still covering his nose and mouth. Then Shinji peeled the drenched fabric from his face and Ritsuko saw the spent, tired, and happy look he was wearing, his entire body coated with a film of sweat. “Was it good?” she asked almost redundantly.
“Yes,” Shinji gasped, his pants only now beginning to slow down as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
“You came all over yourself.”
Shinji blushed noticeably, even with the flush over his face and chest. “I-I’ll clean it off,” he murmured, reaching for the tissues.
“I’ll do it,” Ritsuko cooed, taking hold of Shinji’s sticky right hand and bringing it to her face, extending her tongue and started licking his essence off of his fingers. Shinji moaned when she took her fingers into her mouth one at a time, sucking them clean and leaving them shiny with her spit. After licking the palm and back of his hand clean, Ritsuko lowered her head and took hold of Shinji’s deflating prick, taking it between her lips and cleaning off every trace of his cum. After taking in the entire length and sucking out the last few drops, she drew her head back until the flaccid member slipped out with a faint ‘pop.’ Ritsuko then lapped up the streams of Shinji’s seed, the unmistakeable taste seasoned with his sweat as she dragged her tongue over his bare stomach and chest. As she left a warm trail of her saliva along his skin, Ritsuko once again tried not to think about the fact Shinji was so much younger.
She took comfort in the fact that Shinji didn’t seem to think it was that important either.
Taking care of the last drop with a deliberately slow lick, Ritsuko reached over Shinji and took a water bottle from beside the bed, taking a few swallows before kissing Shinji hungrily, eagerly pushing her tongue into his open mouth and snaking it against his teeth. When she broke the kiss there was a string of saliva joining their lips before it snapped, falling back into Shinji’s mouth. “My turn,” Ritsuko breathed.
“W-where do you want me…?” Shinji stammered.
“Where ever you want,” Ritsuko purred, gently easing the first and middle fingers of her right hand between Shinji’s lips, humming contentedly when he began to suck on them. He nodded and moved aside, allowing her lounge against the pillow, and she turned her head to rest against it. “It’s all sweaty,” she teased.
“Sorry, I-”
“It smells like you… I like it.” Spreading her stocking clad legs and making sure that Shinji would have a good view, Ritsuko met his eyes. “Just one thing Shinji…”
“Yes?”
“From now on, until I finish, no matter how much I ask, plead, or BEG, don’t touch me, okay?”
“I-I promise,” Shinji assured her.
“Okay, I just want you to watch me.” Ritsuko met Shinji’s eyes as she rested her fingers, which were slick with his spit, on her glistening lower lips. She hadn’t really needed for him to moisten them for her, as she was wetter than she could ever remember being. Her thighs were drenched, and Ritsuko saw that she’d left a wet spot on the bed sheet where she’d laid while watching Shinji. ‘I wasn’t even touching myself then,’ she realized as she gently began to rub her swollen lips before Shinji’s captivated gaze. ‘I didn’t know I could get this wet.’
Shinji watched Ritsuko close her eyes and heard a soft moan escape her lips as the tips of her fingers slowly wiggled their way between her coral pink lips. Her neatly trimmed pussy hair was matted down with her juices, and the upper section of her stockings was soaked as well. The whole of her inner thighs were shiny, and Shinji had to supress a desire to lower his head between them and lick until Ritsuko screamed out.
Opening her eyes a crack, Ritsuko could see Shinji’s eyes running up and down over her body, his gaze lingering between her legs. She could hear her breathing through her parted lips, moist, slick sounds coming from her pussy as her long slender fingers slowly churned in and out of her. “Mmmm… Shinji… Do you like this…?”
“Yes,” he choked out, swallowing to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. “W-when do you do this…?”
“At home, in bed…” Ritsuko breathed, biting her lip to suppress a gasp. ‘Wait, I want him to hear everything too…’ she chastised herself.
“What do you like to think about?”
Ritsuko moaned as she probed her inner depths further with her fingers. Her favorite fantasy? She wasn’t about to tell Shinji that she’d dreamed of tying up and gagging Gendo Ikari, and making love to his son while she forced him to watch. Even the haze of pleasure she was in couldn’t distort the awkwardness that would follow that confession. So, she told him her second favorite. “You and I, desert island… We only wear leaves, gather fruit, fish, and make love on the beach… Ahhhh!”
“I-I’d like that,” Shinji murmured.
“Me too…” Ritsuko panted, her fingers moving faster, a fresh torrent of wetness flowing from her. “Lick my nipples Shinji… Please…”
Shinji reflexively lowered his head to comply before stopping himself. “You told me not to.”
“Please,” Ritsuko moaned, the smell of her own arousal strong in her nose.
“I promised,” Shinji whispered, looking sorrier by the second.
“So mean…” she whined. Desperate for more stimulation, Ritsuko reached her left hand to her lips, brazenly licked her fingers and began to pinch her nipples roughly. Soft cries came from her open mouth as sparks of excitement shot up her spine. Wanting more, she pushed up on her right breast and lowered her head forward, extending her tongue as she vainly tried to lick herself. Ritsuko was just able to brush the tip of her warm wet tongue over the peak of the swollen nub of flesh, but even the light contact tore a moan from the back of her throat It had felt so good, but it was a shadow of what Shinji’s tongue would have been like.
Shinji’s left hand gripped the bed sheet so tightly his knuckles were white. Watching Ritsuko writhing and thrashing before him, knowing that she was doing it just for him, made a wave of affection wash over him. He could hear her pants and cries, sounding better than a chorus of angels ever could, with wet, organic and obscene sounds coming from between her legs. She was covered in sweat, her inner thighs shiny with her own fluids, the scent of her musk and sex flowing deep into his sinuses. There was a flush covering her upper chest and face, and her expression was twisted in a way Shinji had never seen before outside of his deepest fantasies. There was a spreading area of wetness under her, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if it seeped all the way into the mattress. He could feel his own body reacting, his manhood swelling again, something he hadn’t expected without some more rest.
Ritsuko noticed it too. “Please, touch me Shinji, just once. I’ll suck your cock if you do…”
Shinji bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. “I can’t…” His body clearly felt otherwise.
“I’ll do whatever you want…” Ritsuko pleaded, desperation in her eyes as she frantically drove her fingers into herself.
Mewling piteously, Shinji simply kept watching, not able to find words to express his sheer frustration. His cock was as hard as steel, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
Shinji’s frustration was a faint breeze compared to the typhoon that lashed Ritsuko. Curling her toes, gripping the bed sheet as tight as her fists could, Ritsuko pushed up her hips until she was in a near bridge position, pushing back in a frenzy against her fingers. She didn’t know if that would help but she honestly didn’t care; all that mattered now was reaching her peak, which was close, so maddeningly close, but it seemed to be moving further away the faster she chased it. “Shinji,” she practically sobbed.
Shinji clenched his fists so tight he could hear the tendons creaking, pain from his hands telling him he was approaching their limits, his muscles screaming in agony at their exertions. Just as his mind was ready to abandon his promise and throw himself at Ritsuko, he watched, utterly captivated, when she suddenly arched her back so harshly that for a fraction of a second he thought she might have broken it.
“Ahhhh!”
Ritsuko screamed. Not shouted, not yelled, not cried out -screamed. Her fingers were driven into her as far as they could physically reach, her mouth open as her orgasm arrived with the subtlety of an above ground nuclear blast. Her toes curled even tighter, pulling the edge of the bed sheet from under the mattress, her throat raw from the primal scream that drowned out all other sounds. Wetness trickled in a steady stream from her pussy, splashing down on the wet spot that now covered almost half the bed. Ritsuko was arched like an upside down “U,” and her body was wracked by intense shudders.
Gasping and wheezing, frantically trying to catch her breath, Ritsuko collapsed on herself, panting like a winded racehorse as her body quivered, the endorphins running riot through her system, babbling incoherently as she tried to regain control. She could feel her insides clamping down on her fingers, as if it didn’t want them to leave, and she was only able to pull them out with a slurping sound. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, not really seeing as her breathing slowly came back to normal, feeling the sweat evaporate from her overheated body, causing goose bumps to rise all over her. When Ritsuko finally came to her senses, she glanced over and locked eyes with Shinji, noticing how deep his breathing was, and how he was flushed all over. Lowering her gaze, she noticed his rampant hard on, its tip once again wet and slick with pre-cum. “D-did you like that…?” she slurred.
“You need to ask?” he replied with a voice like sandpaper.
“As good as you fantasized about?”
“Better.”
Ritsuko gave Shinji a dreamy smile. “You never touched me. Not once…”
“Y-you said not to…”
“I know,” she told him. “You promised.” Then Ritsuko’s smile went wicked. “But you still need to be punished…”
Before Shinji could even think of a reply Ritsuko lurched up and took hold of his shoulders, unceremoniously forcing him onto his back with a surprised yelp. Moving over top of him, she held him down with her left hand, taking hold of his erect prick with her right, positioning the tip so that it was nestled between her sopping, swollen labia. With a harsh grunt she impaled herself upon his tool, her hot tightness instantly surrounding its entire length, drawing a sharp cry from Shinji.
“My turn,” Ritsuko groaned, gripping Shinji’s shoulders tightly, lifting herself up before slamming herself back down onto Shinji; she was so wet, and so ready that there was no chance of hurting herself. Riding Shinji’s cock with a furious abandon, Ritsuko could feel it battering its way into her, rubbing up against nerves that were already as keen as razors. She could hear herself panting as she eagerly took Shinji’s hardness into her, obscene wet noises coming from where they joined. Nearly lost in a sea of pleasure, Ritsuko looked down and saw Shinji grimacing, and was taken aback when she realized how hard she was gripping his shoulders.
Forcing herself to let go of his shoulders was the second most difficult thing she’d ever done.
Ceasing sliding up and down of his stiffness was the most difficult.
“R-Ritsuko…? Is something wrong?” Shinji’s face was a study in concern.
Ritsuko lowered her head and pressed her lips against his, kissing him as tenderly as she could. With the height difference between them, it required a little contorting on her part. “Nothing’s wrong,” she told him after the kiss. She didn’t want to hurt Shinji, especially for the sake of her own pleasure; that would have been too much like his father. With her face mere inches from his, Ritsuko resumed her motions, now moving much more slowly, savoring every deliberate stroke.
Shinji felt a moan rattle from the back of his throat as his prick probed Ritsuko’s inner warmth, her slick walls gripping him securely. He moved his hands to her hips and thrust up to meet her, wanting to drive even deeper. By now her head was beside his and he could hear her gasps and cries against his right ear, warm breaths that sent sparks up his spine. Her hair was against his face and he could smell the perspiration in it, as well as the now faint scent of her shampoo, but the smell of sex and musk in the bedroom still dominated. He was still a ways away from an orgasm when Ritsuko pushed herself back up on her hands and began crying out.
“Ohhh… Shinji…”
Ritsuko began to grunt loudly, much to her mortification as Shinji’s cock hit just the right spot to send her into the abyss. Her fists clenched at the bed sheet, handfuls of fabric in her hands as she cried out, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Uhhh!”
Shinji felt Ritsuko’s pussy gripping him tightly, even as he continued to hammer into her, the look on her face turning him on even more. He sped up his thrusts, wanting to see that look on her again.
Ritsuko was barely able to support herself as her body was wracked by an orgasm, her harsh breaths not able to give her the oxygen she needed, and she could feel herself building up yet again. “S-Shinji… I-I can’t… too much…” she murmured.
Shinji paid her no heed; continuing to push himself into Ritsuko, he was rewarded for his efforts when she cried out again, her body writhing and clenching him even tighter. She was babbling now, sweat dripping from her nose and chin, falling onto his face. He saw Ritsuko try to compose herself, catch her breath, but he was moments away from cumming himself. Summoning the last of his reserves, Shinji thrust himself up into her with all the force he could manage.
“Ooaahhhhh!”
Shinji had never actually heard the battle cry that Unit-01 had made during his first battle with an Angel, but he was sure it couldn’t have been as loud as the scream that erupted from Ritsuko’s mouth. Her pussy spasmed violently and this sent him over the top for the second time that night. With a stentorian cry he launched a titanic salvo of his seed deep inside Ritsuko, his hot essence splashing against her slick walls.
Ritsuko was still in the grips of her third orgasm in quick succession when Shinji’s sperm was fired into her. The incredible rush of silken heat sent her over the edge a fourth time, her throat raw as she cried out again. It felt like she had been filled completely up with liquid warmth, so much of it that she could feel it trickling out of her, a mixture of Shinji’s cum and her juices flowing down her thighs and pooling underneath them both. Ritsuko slumped forward and collapsed on top of Shinji, her body still racked by tremors and gasping for breath. She felt Shinji slowly embrace her as he panted in her ear, in not much better shape than she was, and she hummed contentedly when he gently kissed the side of her head and nuzzled her hair. After several quiet, wonderful minutes, Ritsuko shakily pushed herself up on rubbery arms and gazed down tenderly at the sweaty and exhausted young man.
“I love you…”
Shinji’s declaration was barely a whisper, but it rang through Ritsuko’s mind like a gunshot. Her breath caught in her throat and her head swam as she quickly contemplated Shinji’s words, and her own feelings. ‘How do I feel about him?’ she asked herself in a heartbeat. She enjoyed his company, cared for him, thought about him constantly, worried herself sick over him, even though she hid it behind a mask of indifference. It was astonishing how important he’d become in such a short time, but Ritsuko decided she would be honest, even to herself.
“I think I feel the same…”
Ritsuko closed her eyes and laid down on Shinji again, feeling unexpectedly happy when he embraced her. ‘I could get used to this…’ Although she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep where she was, Ritsuko glanced at the clock and frowned. The ‘study session’ would be over in less than an hour, and if they looked, or smelled, like they did now when Misato dropped by to pick Shinji up, there’d be hell to pay. “Shinji, we have to get cleaned up so you can go home.”
“I don’t want to go…”
“I don’t like it either, but we have to.”
Shinji sighed in resignation and released Ritsuko from his embrace, and she reluctantly got up. “I wish I could stay with you.”
Ritsuko smiled wistfully. “So do I.” She watched Shinji shuffle off to the bathroom to shower before she removed the sodden sheets from the bed. She grimaced when she saw that the mattress top was damp. ‘I’ll have to flip it over for now…’ Once she’d done that she put clean sheets on the bed, opened the window and fired a long burst of air freshener, potpourri temporarily masking all the other scents in the room. When Shinji re-entered the room with a towel around his waist, Ritsuko took the sheets and her clothes into the bathroom and stuffed them into the hamper before getting in the shower.
After making sure her hair was completely dry, Misato’s powers of observation bordered on supernatural, and dressed in an identical outfit, albeit with more sensible underwear, Ritsuko went to the kitchen and found Shinji pouring over his notes. “You’ll be ready for that test?”
Shinji nodded. “Of course.”
“I’m glad.” By mutual agreement they always kept conversation mundane just before Misato was supposed to arrive, but looking at the clock Ritsuko figured she had enough time for one thing. “Shinji, do you have a place in your room that’s hidden? Where Misato or Asuka don’t know about?”
“My underwear drawer,” he replied. “Misato never does laundry, and Asuka…? I think she’d rather rub lemon juice into a cut than touch my underwear.”
“I should have guessed,” Ritsuko muttered. “Then take these,” she told him, pressing something into his hands.
Shinji’s eyes widened when he realized he was holding Ritsuko’s panties, the same pair she’d had on earlier. They were still warm, with a hint of moisture still noticeable.
“Make sure you lock the door when you use them.”
“I’ll remember,” Shinji murmured, slipping the precious garment into his bag.
He wasn’t a moment too soon, as Misato opened the door when she knocked, making the two of them jump. “Someone call for a cab?”
“You open the door AFTER you knock,” Ritsuko growled, thanking whatever gods existed that Shinji had closed his bag in time.
“What fun is that?” Misato replied with a grin.
Ritsuko shook her head; her friend would never change. “He’s ready for that test.”
“Good boy,” Misato congratulated Shinji. “We’ve got to go, Asuka decided she’d take a late dinner, and she said there was no way in hell she’d let me be the one to cook it.”
“All right,” Shinji said resignedly. “Thanks again Ritsuko.” He waved and followed Misato out the door, turning back and smiling at her when Misato’s back was to him.
Ritsuko slumped into a chair when the door clicked shut, feeling exhilaration with a touch of sadness that she was alone again. “It would be nice for us to wake up together,” she remarked to the empty room. She sat there for a while, until a curious look came over her, and she went for her laptop, deciding that there were some figures she needed to look into.
End of Part Three.
Author’s Notes:
The usual. Rx7 pre-read, all faults are mine, yadda, yadda, yadda…