Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Pride ❯ Chapter three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Loki Nishizaki 
Asuka revels in her lewd behavior. So does Hikari.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.06.2011 | Updated On: 11.06.2011 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 5.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Asuka revels in her lewd behavior. So does Hikari.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.06.2011 | Updated On: 11.06.2011 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 5.3K | Status: Work In Progress
What does that girl think she’s doing?
Katsuragi Misato felt an awkward feeling emerge from the pit of her stomach as she watched her young charge lay about in the living room. The TV disturbed the tranquility of the room with its eye-catching image and clear sound, but Misato was convinced that the only one paying any attention to it was her pet penguin.
Asuka lounged on the floor facing the television screen, wearing a tight pink tank top and a pair of short shorts. Her top clung to her like second skin, and it couldn’t be more obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The girl’s nipples pressed against the fabric, forming an outline that almost qualified as indecent.
Misato’s eyes narrowed as they closely examined Asuka’s hipline.
She’s naked under there!
Indeed, Asuka’s shorts hugged her hips so tightly that a piece of paper would have shown in relief, but the cloth stuck to her skin like a coating of paint. The girl’s knees were kept close together even as her right foot traced broken circles in the air, and her guardian was suddenly extremely thankful for that small mercy.
The Major knew from prior experience that going commando in such tight clothing tended to form outlines that flirted with the obscene.
How can that girl just... I mean, Shinji’s right there!
That thought struck something in her, a small fissure of worry that quickly spread until it burst, releasing a flood of dread that quickly submerged her. She had to hold herself back as her eyes ached to look at him, to catch a glimpse of his naked self, to relieve a deep, unknown fear. She had to see him in his most natural state, but a more skittish creature didn’t exist in this world. It wouldn’t do for him to know he was being watched.
Considering that he was sitting right next to her, achieving such an objective seemed unlikely at best, but the temptation was too strong for her to resist. She had to try.
Misato slowly leaned back into the cushions and edged her head in his direction, using excruciating care in her every motion, like a surgeon, doing everything in her power to avoid attracting attention to herself.
She needn’t have bothered. She could have walked out of the room and he wouldn’t have noticed.
The very first thing she noticed was the tension in him. He was holding himself so tightly she feared he would break, his hands clutching his knees with force enough to squeeze the blood out of his fingers. His lips formed a straight, severe line, complementing the expression of forceful restraint he wore as he sat next to her, leaning slightly forwards. She wondered if he was consciously trying to hide the evidence of his arousal, the bulge straining against his zipper.
His eyes were pinned on the girl displaying herself before him.
Something in her throat caught, and she held her breath.
She knew that look. That animal lust raging freely in twin pools of blue.
This is wrong.
Shinji shouldn’t look like that. He should be a blushing, embarrassed wreck at this point, cutely avoiding any display of female sensuality in his innocence. He shouldn’t look like... like he was on the verge of jumping Asuka and plowing her until her eyes changed color.
The words slipped out of her mouth almost unconsciously.
“Shinji, could you go get me a beer?”
He flinched at the sound of his name and whirled his head around to face her, his eyes wide with shock.
She looked him in the eyes and didn’t deviate, affecting an air of normalcy, or trying to at least, in the hopes of affording him some sort of shelter from embarrassment. Lying like a proper adult lied to a child. To preserve their illusions, their fantasies.
A child would have believed her.
Shinji didn’t, not even for a second.
He blushed red. His eyes swiveled to face the floor and his hands clenched his knees tighter than before. His eyes squeezed shut and he trembled, just for a moment.
But she barely heard any evidence of his distress when he said, “Ok, Misato.” He just sounded like he always did. Politely accommodating. He walked out of the room quickly, making sure to turn away from her as soon as physically possible.
Asuka’s intense stare tugged at her attention, but Misato chose to ignore her as she took a few moments to eye the empty doorway Shinji had passed through, feeling weary, melancholic. Unprepared for the confrontation looming ahead.
Shinji...
She sighed, and as she finally turned to match Asuka’s stare, she instantly felt the embers of her outrage burst into flames of righteous anger.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice cold and unamused.
“Care to elaborate Misato? I’m not a mind-reader,” Asuka answered glibly.
“You really think those clothes are appropriate to wear around a boy Shinji’s age?” The word ‘boy’ came out of her mouth with some difficulty but she forced it out without a stutter.
The girl raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I’ve seen you wear the same things lots of times.”
Misato crossed her arms. “I wore those clothes for comfort, Asuka. You’re wearing them to deliberately fuck with Shinji, and I don’t like it.”
Asuka’s eyes widened as the curse singed the air between them, and perhaps she started to realize the depths of Misato’s anger. “What makes you think–”
But the Major wasn’t going to give her a chance to cover her ass before she reamed it. She started spitting out facts in a loud whisper, suddenly fearful that Shinji might be able to overhear them.
“You’re not wearing underwear, Asuka. And those clothes are at least one size too small.” She snorted disdainfully and glared down at the girl. “If that top was any thinner your tits would pierce right through.”
Asuka’s face was painted in angry red now, but she wasn’t done.
“Why are you doing this, Asuka? No, don’t waste your breath,” she instructed, raising her hand to interrupt the girl’s attempts at speech. “You’re too smart not to know what you’re doing to him, and you’re just not being fair. Leave him alone or I’ll have to make you!”
Asuka listened to the rebuke and kept her silence, but the fire in her eyes intensified with every word until her expression reflected such resentment that Misato was honestly taken aback. It was like getting hit in the face with a basinful of icy water, and it cooled her ire long enough for her to remember that she was the adult in the room.
Asuka seemed absolutely furious, and Misato had no idea why. Sure, she had been a little harsh, but enough to garner this kind of response? For a second there, Misato almost thought the girl was going spit venom.
I need to calm her down, before Shinji–
Unfortunately, Shinji chose right that moment to return from the errand she had sent him on. The timing was suspicious in the extreme and she quickly realized that the lull in their conversation must have fooled him into thinking it was safe to return. Misato failed to hold back a wince, and prepared herself to deal with the blowback.
Then, something odd happened.
Asuka calmed down. She took one look at Shinji and just relaxed, nigh instantly, and not just superficially. She didn’t just school her face into a neutral expression for the sake of appearances. No, the tension flew out of her body like it was being persecuted.
A switch flicked open in her mind.
They’re having sex.
Such was her immediate impression, a gut feeling at its rawest.
She accepted the beer can from Shinji’s hand, uttering quick thanks and unabashedly staring into his eyes, searching for something, anything in their depths to explain what she had seen. He didn’t notice her interest, as his head was turned halfway in Asuka’s direction. She emerged empty-handed, but still revised her initial guess.
No… probably not. I mean, I don’t think Shinji would know what to do with a woman and Asuka doesn’t have the patience to properly seduce– Ugh, what am I thinking?
Misato shook her head clear then went ahead and opened the can, immediately taking a long sip of the cool drink. Her joints loosened minutely, but still suspicions remained. She was tempted… extremely tempted to just up and ask, but she had just miraculously avoided a major argument. She was in no mood to poke the hornet’s nest.
The children had returned their attentions to the television. Asuka was showing no signs of getting up to get changed, but since Shinji was no longer drooling all over her backside, Misato was willing to let that slide.
For now.
Misato chugged the rest of her beer down and got up to get another one, casting wary, suspicious glances towards her wards.
What the hell is going on here?
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The day after he was caught... leering at Asuka was a school day, and he had honestly hoped that the change of venue would take his mind off of everything. In a sense, that is exactly what happened. Unfortunately, the day passed him by like a stranger in a crowd, and as soon as it was gone he forgot all of its features.
“Blah Bla. Blah blah blaaaah bla blahh. Bla bla...”
Words echoed in his ears without meaning, a persistent noise dulled by his inattention. His eyes stared into the emptiness before them, and all he could see was a mess of colors, shifting as blobs wobbled out of his sight, distorting in a amorphous manner. But his inner eye could not look away from the figure of beauty that had captivated him. It was as though she had stolen the details from his world to adorn her silky skin like jewelry, but he could not begrudge her for this. She was so much more beautiful than the world around him that he abandoned it without a second thought.
Asuka...
The flames of her sensuality had burned so strongly that their brief contact had branded her likeness into his mind, so deep that it could never, ever heal. He needed only to close his eyes to see her again, in perfect detail, in that very moment when she had screamed his name in passion. That vision titillated and tormented him every time he blinked. He ached to touch her, his dick swollen obscenely in his lust.
I didn’t think it would hurt so much...
His heart hurt, but he didn’t dare to dwell on the reason why.
I’m running away again...
He was aware, but he didn’t stop running. The fear kept his legs moving, unaware of exhaustion even as he kept himself unaware of the danger hunting him down.
A hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him, forcing the world around him to solidify into distinct shapes. With his picture of reality back to normal, he quickly recognized his two friends standing before him. Touji stood with his arms crossed, looking clearly annoyed while Kensuke leaned over him, seemingly concerned.
“Yo, Shinji? You ok man? Class is over.”
Shinji looked around dimly, and realized that the classroom had been gutted of most of its occupants. He turned back to speak to his friends, but caught a glimpse of red in the doorway. His eyes snapped onto her immediately, and Shinji realized a truth. His imagination could not do her justice.
She looked back at him for a second before moving out of sight, the memory of her blue eyes lingering long after she was gone.
“Shinji? You look...”
He jumped to his feet, grabbing his school bag as he jostled past his friends, and he considered himself fortunate that he didn’t have to waste time getting his things. He hadn’t opened his bag all day.
“Hey!” Kensuke yelled as he was shoved aside.
“Sorry!” Shinji called out as he jogged out of the room, and rushed past the last few students left wandering the hallways.
He caught up to her just as she reached the school gate, and settled uneasily at her side, his heart pumping from more than the exertion. She eyed him coyly as he accompanied her home, but kept her silence and her pace.
He opened his mouth, trying to say something, anything at all, but everything he could think of just sounded stupid. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and his hands became jittery as his nerves froze and his blood vessels burned with the friction of an overactive heart. So he walked her home, silently weathering the downpour of anxiety her presence engendered.
But the storm did not subside when she walked out of sight. Instead, the raindrops turned sharply sour and began to sting.
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Tch... That bitch. Slut. Hypocrite.
The girl in the mirror wore a moue of disgust as she religiously combed her hair and stewed over the words of her caretaker, still dressed in the white blouse and blue dress of her school uniform. As soon as she had stepped into her room, she had thrown her bag in her desk’s general direction and sat down in front of her dresser’s mirror, where she promptly began the most relaxing exercise in her repertoire.
It was simple enough to put on a good show in front of Shinji, but as soon as she was alone, Asuka couldn’t extinguish the low hum of anger that continued to echo in her mind as Misato’s condemnation burned at her sensibilities, though her recent successes certainly helped diminish her irritation. As for the rest, the act of combing her hair had always been a soothing one, which was one of the reasons why she kept it long, that and the fact that short hair simply didn’t suit her. She couldn’t picture herself with hair like Ayanami’s.
In the mirror, Asuka’s moue dipped into a scowl as her thoughts turned to her fellow pilot, Ayanami Rei.
Rei certainly hadn’t done anything to encourage such thoughts, but she couldn’t help but consider the girl as an obstacle. Asuka was by far the better pilot, but she hadn’t forgotten the game played months ago now, and the sound of synchronization, horrible even then, which had since taken on terrible connotations.
That doll…
Shinji and Rei had matched perfectly on their first try. Perfect compatibility. The albino had moved like a puppet to his whims.
I need to keep her away from him.
She had loosened the restraints holding his lust back, but she hadn’t quite managed to shackle him to her yet. If she didn’t keep an eye on him, he might just…
Her door hissed deeply, like a sleeping mammoth, as it was slowly forced across the track holding it in place. Asuka saw a smirk grow on her face and was powerless to stop it as the mirror showed a young man stepping into her room and closing the door behind him.
Shinji stared at the floor, his face flushed red as he fidgeted in embarrassment. The movement of her brush slowed to a crawl as she turned to face him, her attentions focused on him, and him alone.
“Hello Third,” she said softly. “What brings you here?”
She suspected, of course, but she still very much wanted to hear him say it. Her fingers tightened over the brush handle as he half formed words and her feelings quickly started bubbling with expectation.
Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and said something intelligible.
“Asuka… I… I…”
He stalled, but the way he’d said her name reached something inside of her. Her thighs pressed together in a reflexive effort to contain her lust and she began to fidget in her seat as her nipples stiffened. She caught herself leaning towards him but couldn’t quite force herself to breathe as the anticipation mounted. Her heart pumped heated blood and her ears strained to hear him, even as he wallowed in indecision.
His eyes were still closed even as his expression revealed great discomfort, and she knew that he was coming up empty in his introspective search for answers. Soon enough, he cracked open his eyes and turned them towards her.
“You said that you would help.”
Somehow managing to control herself under his pleading eyes, she nodded coolly. “I said I would help you if you asked, but you haven’t yet.”
Something in him consolidated then, and he finally got his tongue under control. “Asuka, I need you. Please.”
Asuka quickly turned her face away from him as a smile blossomed on her face. For a moment, she wondered if it was odd that she would get such perverse pleasure out of those words, but quickly decided to simply enjoy the moment. Of course, she couldn’t resist teasing him a little.
“Is that so? Are you here to fuck me again, Third?”
There was a pause. “Y-yes.”
Asuka resisted the urge to giggle at the way he had lowered his voice to a near whisper. He was like a puppy. It was adorable.
She sat her brush down onto her dresser. “Alright, but only under one condition.”
“What is it?” he asked, and it was clear from his tone that he would agree to nearly anything.
Her right hand idly traced a path up and down her left arm as she turned to watch him from the corner of her eye. “You were so rough with me last time. I want you to make sure I have a good time before I let you in me.”
“H-how?”
Her smile gained a decidedly predatory edge. “I’ll show you. Just lie down on my bed.”
He quickly moved to obey her, but she wasn’t done.
“And Shinji? Take your clothes off.”
He gave her this wide-eyed look of fear, like he was a tiny mouse being cornered by a hungry cat, but he didn’t say a word. She watched him undress with hawkish eyes and noted that he looked rather pale as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. She stopped him when he tried to move on with his briefs still in place.
“Those too,” she said, pointing at the offending garment.
He blushed, but bent over to slip them off.
He was limp, she noted as he settled down on her bed, but his reluctance did little to calm her ardor. She calmly rose to her feet and and walked over to the side of her bed, where she simply watched him for a time, reveling in her feelings. She just felt so incredibly good at that moment. Womanly. Sexy.
She couldn’t stop smiling even if she had wanted to, and her self esteem had never been higher. A large part of that had to do with the fact that it made her feel powerful to have him naked in her room while she was still fully clothed. The more she stared, the more blood was diverted into his cheeks and surprisingly enough into his member as well. He was getting excited. His hands were cupped over his groin, trying to hide it, but his dick was quickly swelling past his ability to hide.
“Um… Asuka? What am I supposed to do?”
She looked him in the eye and smiled widely, just to reassure him. “Just relax, Third. I’ll lead you through it.”
He stilled and began to stare when she reached underneath her skirt and hooked her thumbs into her panties’ waistband. She matched his stare for a long moment and carefully dragged them down her sleek thighs and watched as he followed their path until they disappeared from his vision.
She knelt onto the bed and quickly straddled his stomach, taking hold his arms by his wrists and pinning them against his chest. Shinji watched her through worried but hopeful eyes, and didn’t fight her grasp, triggering something in her that she didn’t know was there. Her breath sped up, causing her chest to rise and fall with the rhythm of her existence. Her eyes were opened wide and she felt touched by fever, not to mention the tingling of her lower lips as they moistened and swelled with blood, itching with desire.
“Okay Third,” she said between short breaths. “I need you to sit still while I get ready. Got it?”
Shinji nodded obediently, and unwittingly sent her passion to new heights. Asuka quickly realized that she liked it when he offered no resistance, when he obeyed like a good boy, when he trusted her unconditionally. Usually, she thoroughly enjoyed stamping out any vestige of opposition from her opponents, but with Shinji she found that it wasn’t near as fun when she had to force him into it.
Asuka bent over, bringing her face close to his ear. “That’s right, Shinji,” she whispered lustily. “Just do as I say, and everything will be alright.”
With that, she brought her hips lower, and lower, and lower still until her swollen lips kissed turgid flesh. The young man beneath her gasped into her ear and instinctively pushed upwards, spreading her labia as his length pressed strongly into the spongy tissue. It felt good, but she still pushed down harder on his wrists and stared meaningfully until she felt that he had settled down as much as possible. She felt his chest shift every time he breathed, and she judged that his respiratory rate had surpassed her own the instant her mound came into contact with his stiffened shaft.
He wanted her, very much so, but for now she only wanted to use him as he had used her.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Just follow my lead, Third.”
Her red hair fell onto his face as she bent her head down and tentatively began to move her hips.
“Ah, ah, um…” Short, small gasps escaped her throat as she slowly got used to feeling him this way, and gained in confidence from the experience. Back and forth and back again, gaining in momentum until she was dragging her hips strongly forwards along the shaft and pushing them sharply downwards towards his balls, coating him in her essence as she leaked lust. Her hands grew moist as her sweat mixed with Shinji’s and she could feel the muscles in his wrists as he clenched his hands into fists. Shinji’s hands and jaw were clenched tightly in frustration but he was still managing to restrain himself, and his determination only turned her on more. He stared at her through half lidded eyes and that look was enough for her to understand.
He would fuck her before the day passed. And that promise excited her too.
Asuka settled down close to the base and started moving in short circles, pinning his dick against his stomach. Her skirt covered the point of contact and as she watched the shifting fabric she was overcome by the urge to see beneath it. One of her hands immediately let go of his wrist and reached for the edge of her skirt. His hand, freed from any confines, shot directly towards her hip and tried its best to pull her down, to increase their level of contact and intensify the heat borne of their passion.
She didn’t try to stop him as she was too preoccupied with satisfying her voyeuristic urges. With the front of her skirt bunched up between her fingers, she pulled it up and stared at the sight revealed.
Her pussy was suffused with heat as it struggled against his erection. The sensitive flesh easily yielded to its strength and molded to its contours, feeling it intimately as she scraped and ground against his thickness. Every part of him glistened before her eyes, liberally dripping in her juices.
Her motions grew stronger and her breath shortened as she rubbed herself against his stiffness, repeatedly adjusting the angle of her hips, trying to better stimulate her clit. She hit a sweet spot by accident and moaned deeply when the change sent unexpected sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.
“Ah! Mmmm!”
Asuka looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes to better focus on the stimulation, and quickly realized that she was approaching her peak.
No! I can’t. Not yet.
Her eyes flew open and she reluctantly slowed to a stop moments before she reached ecstasy. She let go of her skirt and tried to catch her breath as Shinji took liberties with his free hand.
“Asuka? Are you finished?” he asked, his flushed face practically radiating enthusiasm as he explored the curve of her ass.
She shook no and smiled. “Almost there, Shinji. There’s something I want you to do for me.”
He frowned a bit, having sensed something amiss from her tone. “What is it?”
“I want you to eat me out.”
His eyes widened dramatically and his entire body jumped beneath her, like an skittish pony surprised by a mistimed bullet. “W-what?”
Leaning closely, she made things perfectly clear. “You heard me, Third. I want you to use your mouth to make me cum. If you can do that, I’ll let you fuck me as hard as you want.”
“B-but! I don’t know how! I can’t–”
Asuka quickly pressed her palm against his mouth to stop his protests. “Oh, come on. It’s not rocket science, Shinji and I know you’ve seen videos. Just don’t bite me or anything and you’ll do fine. You might not like the taste, but there’s nothing to be scared about. You just have to want to do it.”
After all, this wasn’t an exercise of skill, but of intent. She was pretty stoked already and it probably wouldn’t take long for him to succeed if he put any effort into it. She just wanted to feel his lips and tongue on her, to have his spit mix with her juices, to know that he was doing all he could simply to make her feel good. In all honesty, in her condition there was a good chance that she’ll just break down and cream all over his face the second his tongue touched her bits.
Her hand slipped off of his mouth and onto his cheek. “So, are you up for it, Third?”
His face felt warm to the touch and he couldn’t quite meet her eyes, but he nodded. The move was slight and filled with his hesitation, but he nodded.
She smiled for him and bent over to whisper into his ear. “Good boy.”
Though she was excited and eager to commence, the last thing she wanted to do was to scare him, so she took her time. She sat up straight and shuffled her knees forwards, keeping eye contact the whole time. His eyes were very wide, and the way he was breathing suggested that he was about to start panicking as he faced the encroaching shadows of her skirt.
For a moment, she considered stopping to reassure him, to ease him into it, but she was just so hot… She needed this. She needed to cum, hard, and she was determined to do so, even if she had to hold his head down and hump the bridge of his nose.
As she got close, she reached for her skirt’s hem and flared it up, like the doors to a carnival tent. She saw his mouth gape open moments before she dropped her skirt on top of his head, submerging him in darkness and humid heat.
Her heart pumping, she decided to let him take the last step. “W-whenever you’re ready, Shinji.”
She waited for him to move with nerve-wracking anticipation and near uncontrollable lust. She could feel his breath on her moist entrance and it almost drove her crazy. Unable to take it, she reached under her white blouse and bra to pinch and tweak her stiff nipples.
Come on, Shinji. Don’t let me down now.
Finally, as his hands came to rest on her thighs, she felt movement underneath her skirt.
Her thighs clenched together tightly as his hesitant tongue tore ragged gasps from her chest. She stared down at him, her eyes wide and apprehensive, fearing her own reactions as her control unraveled further.
His suckling lips focused on a sensitive spot, and she was forced to shriek.
“Ah! Shinji!”
Her hands reached down and buried themselves into his hair, holding on desperately as if he were a horse trying to buck his rider off, only she was the one bucking, she was the one jerking around, grunting and moaning, her face red from the exertion.
His mouth and nose were buried deep into her mons, and she knew he couldn’t possibly be able breathe, but he didn’t stop. His tongue wiggled and pierced her center, reaching deeper than she would have ever allowed.
Her eyes narrowed as she grimaced in concentration and surrendered to the feelings he so easily evoked in her. She let a guttural moan escape her lips unhindered and pressed her weight onto his face, grinding it most harshly.
“I’m so close, Shinji! Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
His fingers released their grip on her thighs and slipped under her skirt, digging into her ass cheeks and pulling her down as his tongue went wild, pressing into the walls of her pussy with enthusiastic force, hitting sensitive spots by chance.
“Aah! Mmmmmm!”
Shinji pulled his tongue out of the warmth of her channel and started fiddling with her skirt.
“Take it off,” he said, gasping.
Immediately, she sat down on his chest and squeezed her hips out of her tight waistline, throwing the garment aside after sliding it down the length of her silky legs. As soon as she got back in position he grabbed onto her knees and forced her thighs to open and as she grabbed onto his hair to keep her balance, his hands quickly reached for her entrance and spread it open, revealing her pulsing insides and her covered nub. He wasn’t gentle, as he had to press harder to counter the lack of friction afforded by the slippery nectar covering every inch of her pussy.
Asuka winced and hissed as he treated her so roughly, but the discomfort did nothing to alleviate the pressure or to lower her passion. And then he tilted his head up, smothered her clit between his lips, and sucked.
She bit her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, and came hard. Her hands ripped some of his hair from his scalp as she ground her pelvis into his face, completely overcome by the rush of pleasure.
“Ooooh god!”
As she rode on high, she trembled until her muscles seized, cutting off her screams.
Shinji didn’t let up either, but kept on lavishing her special spot with attention, slobbering all over her, drinking down her essence until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop! Stop it! It’s too much!” she screamed hoarsely.
It took him some time to wind his way down, but he did eventually stop, and for a minute, she just breathed as the tremors subsided, staring into empty space as his gentle hands caressed her thighs.
She looked down at him with heaving breath, and he looked back fondly.
Her grip slowly relaxed. “Can you breathe?”
A short nod.
She couldn’t see how, but decided to believe him.
She ran her hand gently through his hair, hoping to alleviate the pain she knew he must be feeling. But then, if she couldn’t make it all better, she could always cover it up with something pleasant. She was still somewhat tender down there, but she didn’t want to wait.
“I feel empty Third. Won’t you fill me up?”
It was like her words flipped a switch, stuffing his nervous system with a thousand volts. Or maybe it was more like they pulled a trigger, allowing the hammer to fly forward to crush the firing cap, detonating it, and the resulting explosion sundered his restraint. She couldn’t decide, but it didn’t matter.
After he flipped her onto her back and mounted her, she found it hard to care.
When he pushed ahead and persuaded her flushed, swollen slit to part for him, she found it hard to think, hard to breathe.
And when he wedged his cock into her and forced her inner walls to make room for his girth, she gripped his shoulders tightly and squealed, with a curved back and curled toes.
Her self-control fading, she burrowed her head into his chest, and let it all go with a smile.
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She pushed against the opaque bathroom door softly, putting just enough pressure to test its resistance. It gave way, letting a shaft of light pierce the darkened school hallway and instantly rousing her suspicions.
The door should have been locked.
She pushed against it carefully, hoping to catch anyone inside red handed.
Her hand flew to her mouth, desperately hoping to silence a ragged gasp as the obscene spectacle unfolded before her virgin eyes. She could hear her breath escaping through small gaps in between her fingers and nearly panicked, holding her breath immediately and watching intently for any sign that it had been overheard. But the couple reacted not at all, and she reasoned that it would be hard for anyone to hear her breathe over the sound of... of...
Oh dear god.
Her cheeks almost began to smoulder underneath her hand as she stared, transfixed. A muffled squeal reached her ears, and her entire body felt like it could burst into flames.
“Ah! Um! Shinji! Not so hard!” Her best friend’s hissed with swollen lips, almost desperately.
Asuka Langley Soryu was rudely bent over an empty sink, with both hands clutching the porcelain rim, holding on for dear life. Her blue eyes were pinned on her reflection in the bathroom mirror as Ikari Shinji drove himself between her thighs with hard, sharp strokes. Her legs were entangled by a loose ring of cloth wrapped around her ankles, her rumpled uniform and dainty white panties, making keeping her balance a challenging task.
Horaki Hikari peeped at the face of her friend and was awe-struck. Never in her life had she seen someone look so womanly.
Asuka's pretty face was flushed cherry red, positively glowing, with her teary eyes opened wide as her beautiful hair flapped around her naked shoulders. Her skin was slick with sweat glistening as it caught light, and she gasped audibly, desperately seeking to catch her breath as their classmate threw his hips into her with wild abandon. He was forcing her to absorb the full force of each impact, her arms folding, her knees buckling and her ass cheeks flattening as his pelvis slapped into it. He stood completely naked, his hands clenched tightly onto Asuka’s hips, his eyes half-closed in sweet agony.
Hikari bit her bottom lip and fidgeted restlessly, agonizing over what to do, if anything. Yet, even as she wallowed in indecision, she still watching intently, unable to tear her eyes away as Ikari Shinji fucked her best friend.
“Ugh! Ugh! Uggh!” Asuka finally broke eye contact and bent her head down, letting her hair flow down into the sink. “Stop! Pull out! You’re gonna... haaa! You’re going to rip me apart!”
Shinji thrust in once, twice, thrice more, then pushed in so deep that Asuka shrieked loud enough to unsettle her hidden voyeur, and held himself inside like a stop-gap as he curled over Asuka’s back, his hoarse gasps tickling her neck’s sensitive skin.
Asuka groaned lowly. “Not... what I asked Shinji,” she said breathlessly.
“Sorry...” he mumbled against her skin. “You’re driving me crazy, Asuka.”
The sound of his voice sent tingles running down Hikari's spine, and she started to worry about how she'd be able to keep this secret if she could never look him in the eye again. And she wouldn't be able to, she knew that already. She'd never imagined he could be so wild, so unrestrained. Seeing him like this, she found that he intimidated her.
So, is this what a man looks like when you strip away all the social niceties? Daddy was right. Boys are animals.
Her friend sighed and pushed herself up with a grunt of effort. “Yeah, I figured.” She reached behind and pushed him off, sighing audibly when his stiffness slipped clear of her slick, swollen passage.
Hikari stared hard at the evidence of their coupling. Shinji’s penis was soaked, and it shined like it was made of bronze. She blushed and retreated behind the door, pulling it back so that nothing but sound escaped.
“Asuka,” she heard Shinji’s voice from behind her wooden shield, sullied by his frustration. “Could you... use your hand? I don’t think I can stay like this.”
Asuka's girlish laughter followed. “Aw, don’t worry Brute Child. You can still fuck me. You just have to help me loosen up. I’m too tight right now, as I'm sure you've noticed.”
Hikari blushed harder. She'd never heard Asuka say things like that.
A period of silence passed by, heavy with meaning.
“You mean... like the other day?” Shinji mumbled.
Asuka, on the other hand, took care to enunciate. “That would be easiest, yes.”
A moment of clear deliberation had passed when Asuka's voice reached her again, full of softness and suggestion. “You remember, don't you Shinji? How good it felt when my most precious place welcomed you inside? And you remember what you did? You remember the mess you made? But it was okay. It was almost like you belonged there, wasn't it Shinji? Don't you want to feel that way again?”
“Yes,” he affirmed, and Hikari shivered at the unspoken promise in his voice.
“Alright then. Come right here,” she murmured, with eagerness and satisfaction dripping from her words. The slight sound of naked feet hitting the floor escaped from the crack in the door. “That’s right, on your knees. Oooh yeees! That feels so good, Shinji! Ah! Ummm...!”
Hikari worried at her bottom lip and allowed her forehead to gently bump against the wooden door.
What am I doing? This is wrong. So, so wrong. I shouldn't be here. I... I should go.
The initial surprise had long since passed, and she finally recovered enough of her faculties to be able to think and act rationally. And so, she couldn't help but realize that she had no business watching her best friend and their classmate in such intimate conditions, even if they themselves certainly weren't allowed to have sex in an abandoned bathroom during their lunch break.
She was betraying Asuka's trust in her, so she had to make a choice. Either stop them, or leave them alone.
Right then, while she wallowed in the midst of indecision, Asuka's cries of passion pierced right through to her heart, and her mind immediately conjured an image of her friend's gratified face as Shinji knelt before her spread thighs and...!
She shivered uncontrollably as a rush of heat spread through her body. She tried to step away from the door and Asuka's vibrant moans, but her traitorous legs remained rooted to the floor.
A solitary tear trailed down her cheek.
I'm sorry, Asuka.
Immoral. A traitor. A pervert.
She accepted that she was all these things and more when she failed to stop herself from pushing the door open. But she'd never felt anything as overwhelming as the impulse to peek on her friend and her lover. She was powerless against it, like a flower against a flood.
With the door opened just enough to see inside, Hikari settled in to watch them, her fervor fueled by the heat of their arousal and the sharp sting of her shame.
Asuka was so pretty with Shinji lodged between her thighs like that. Adult-like, and, and passionate. Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as she bunched her fingers in his hair, and she was tensed all over, from her curled toes to the cute grimace on her face.
“ Ah! Don't be scared, Third! Stick it in deeper! Ooooh! Yes!”
Her hips began to jerk forwards, grinding her... her clit against his face.
A wave of heat enveloped Hikari's chest as she recognized that uncontrollable urge from her own private time. Her hand clutched her skirt's cotton fabric.
You're close, aren't you Asuka? Oh yes, please do it! I want to see you come!
She held her breath as her friend leaned all the way back, ignoring how the wooden counter's edge dug into her soft ass. With her teeth grit and her nipples aimed for the ceiling, Asuka breathed through her nose until she cried out, seizing hard and bending over at the waist until her stiff nubs pointed at the floor, and her hair coasted down Shinji's back.
Hikari began to feel lightheaded as her heartbeat accelerated under the influence of her anticipation.
Asuka straightened like an arrow and stared past the ceiling's soft lights and into heaven, her chest stilled under the crushing pressure of her impending orgasm.
Then, Shinji squirmed, fidgeted and finally popped his head out of her thighs.
No!
Her mental cry coincided with Asuka's.
“Shinji! I'm so close! Don't tease!”
But the boy paid no heed. Instead he methodically untangled her fingers from the roots of his hair and looked up. “Hey, you're loose enough now, right?” She couldn't see the expression on his face, but something about it managed to wipe the immense frustration from Asuka's face.
Her friend flicked him on the forehead and smiled. “There you go. You see that? Self-serving retaliation, and maybe even a trace of spite? That's good, Shinji. Courtesy doesn't suit you.”
Shinji climbed to his feet, his throbbing lance brandished dangerously. “Come on, Asuka, spread your legs a bit.”
Asuka grinned, but obliged. “So bold, Third. You're not even going to ask permission?”
Their classmate nodded distractedly as he bent his knees to better aim his spearhead. “Do you think you'd be more comfortable on the counter? Or on the floor?”
She laughed. “Suggesting places to do it is not the same as asking permission, Third. It's not hard to do, you know? Repeat after me: Can I fuck yo~Aaah!” She shrieked.
With one swift thrust, Shinji had plunged his shaft through her. He stared into her eyes and asked, quite seriously. “Can I fuck you, Asuka?”
Asuka laughed again, only this time the sound was high-pitched and slightly cut off from lack of breath. “You cheeky bastard!”
He didn't wait for a proper answer, or maybe he just couldn't restrain his urges any longer. Hikari watched his ass cheeks clench as he gently massaged her mound by way of his pelvis, dislodging his dick by fractions of an inch with every single movement.
“Asuka, can I?” he asked.
Her friend's shaking hands moved to clutch his shoulders, her blue eyes staring blankly at their joining flesh. “Oooh god. That feels...”
Hikari watched him create a tiny bit of distance, only to wipe it out with great urgency.
“Can I? Asuka?” he asked again, needing an answer, but Asuka was breathless, speechless.
Hikari bit her lip and squirmed. He was just so deep inside... she couldn't imagine how it felt when he stuffed his dick inside of her like that. Hikari had never even allowed her own fingers to sully her maiden's passage. She'd always been too embarrassed. But Asuka looked so incredibly mature over there, staring at Shinji like he was the only one in the world. The picture they made together, it was beautiful. Powerful. Enthralling.
She couldn't look away, but she couldn't even feel guilty about that anymore.
“Asuka?”
At such a distance, it was hard to see, but some clarity seemed to return to her friend's eyes as she took a deep, gasping breath, and nodded. “Do it. Fuck me.”
His first thrust brought out a sharp cry from her throat. The sound was pleasure laced with pain, but Shinji didn't hesitate. Asuka hugged her body close to him, mashing her breasts against his chest as he stabbed into her.
“Ugh! Ugh! UGH!” she groaned, her teeth grit.
“It still hurts?” Shinji asked with panting breath, in disbelief.
“Yeah,” she spoke into his ear. With her impish smile hidden from his view, she waited until he slowed down in absolute frustration before continuing. “Relax, Third. It's not your dick. The counter's digging into my ass every time you ram into me. J-just move back a bit.”
Shinji shook his head and wrapped an arm around her back. With his other hand hanging onto her thigh, not to mention the dick crammed inside of her, he easily lifted her off her feet and onto the counter. Asuka opened her mouth to speak, but their classmate was clearly done listening.
He stood on his tiptoes with his legs spread wide, his body angled forwards with his arms planted on the laminated wood of the counter top, giving him the extra height to reach deep inside her, and the balance he needed as pumped over and over and over. Only moans and unintelligible mumbles left her mouth as she leaned back against the mirror, crossing her arms behind his tense, sweaty back.
Hikari watched him as he gave everything he had to reach the finish line, like a sprinter at the Olympics. But he was quickly getting tired. His position was extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't possibly hold it for much longer, especially at the pace he was keeping. Droplets of sweat were already coursing down his entire body, and his legs and shoulders were visibly throbbing.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes!” Asuka kept her eyes closed as she raised her hips to meet his every thrust. She was close as well, lost to the sensations, and Hikari held her breath in anticipation. Was he going to make it? Could he reach the end without collapsing in exhaustion?
Shinji released an agonized groan with undertones frustration, and she knew he wouldn't make it. She knew he would have to stop and rest. The disappointment hit her like a hammer and she nearly swooned underneath its crushing impact. She felt like crying, and the urge was profoundly disturbing.
What was happening to her?
Before she could dwell on her issues, Shinji, still gasping for breath, raised Asuka's left leg and docked it over his shoulder, gesturing a horizontal circle when her eyes opened. “Asuka! Turn around! Quick!”
Hikari's mouth dropped open.
He isn't going to...
Asuka raised a hand and pushed against the huge mirror, staining it with her sweat as Shinji made to climb alongside her. He slammed his left knee onto the counter top, grasped onto a stainless steel faucet and strained to pull himself on top of her, all without actually leaving her slick confines.
He didn't have enough space to keep his knees spread comfortably, but it didn't seem to matter as he pulled out and began to thrust like an animal, without restraint.
“Ooooh! Yes! Don't stop!” Asuka moaned. She brought her leg down from his shoulder and locked her ankles together around his waist.
Hikari moaned lowly and traced her fingers up and down her thighs.
His right hand gravitated towards her breasts, pawing at them crudely as his foot fell into the sink and triggered the faucet's sensor, opening the valve and releasing a torrent of steaming hot water.
Hikari's fingers reached underneath her skirt and climbed until they reached the edge of her panties.
The pace increased, and Asuka arched her back, clutching at his shoulders in ecstasy. “Shinji!” Their classmate kept his pace up for a minute longer before digging deep into Asuka, groaning, his ass cheeks tensing as he poured his seed inside of her.
There. Right there. At that moment, Hikari’s entire being focused entirely on memorizing the looks on their faces as they experienced bliss.
Her fingers whisked across the front of her moist panties and she had to bite her tongue to contain her screams as her knees buckled, sending her crashing against the floor without their support. Breathless, shaking, and suddenly exhausted, she looked at her fingers in wonder.
What? I-I came? But I barely touched myself!
Realization struck and she quickly looked inside the room, desperately hoping that they hadn't noticed her presence.
They hadn't. Asuka and Shinji were too busy making out to notice anything. Relief washed over her, cleaning away the afterglow, and filled in the holes in her composure.
Hikari slowly climbed to her feet.
I... I think I should go home.
She had a lot to think about.
Horaki Hikari left the scene, with the most private visages of her best friend and her lover haunting her, like phantoms.
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Katsuragi Misato felt an awkward feeling emerge from the pit of her stomach as she watched her young charge lay about in the living room. The TV disturbed the tranquility of the room with its eye-catching image and clear sound, but Misato was convinced that the only one paying any attention to it was her pet penguin.
Asuka lounged on the floor facing the television screen, wearing a tight pink tank top and a pair of short shorts. Her top clung to her like second skin, and it couldn’t be more obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The girl’s nipples pressed against the fabric, forming an outline that almost qualified as indecent.
Misato’s eyes narrowed as they closely examined Asuka’s hipline.
She’s naked under there!
Indeed, Asuka’s shorts hugged her hips so tightly that a piece of paper would have shown in relief, but the cloth stuck to her skin like a coating of paint. The girl’s knees were kept close together even as her right foot traced broken circles in the air, and her guardian was suddenly extremely thankful for that small mercy.
The Major knew from prior experience that going commando in such tight clothing tended to form outlines that flirted with the obscene.
How can that girl just... I mean, Shinji’s right there!
That thought struck something in her, a small fissure of worry that quickly spread until it burst, releasing a flood of dread that quickly submerged her. She had to hold herself back as her eyes ached to look at him, to catch a glimpse of his naked self, to relieve a deep, unknown fear. She had to see him in his most natural state, but a more skittish creature didn’t exist in this world. It wouldn’t do for him to know he was being watched.
Considering that he was sitting right next to her, achieving such an objective seemed unlikely at best, but the temptation was too strong for her to resist. She had to try.
Misato slowly leaned back into the cushions and edged her head in his direction, using excruciating care in her every motion, like a surgeon, doing everything in her power to avoid attracting attention to herself.
She needn’t have bothered. She could have walked out of the room and he wouldn’t have noticed.
The very first thing she noticed was the tension in him. He was holding himself so tightly she feared he would break, his hands clutching his knees with force enough to squeeze the blood out of his fingers. His lips formed a straight, severe line, complementing the expression of forceful restraint he wore as he sat next to her, leaning slightly forwards. She wondered if he was consciously trying to hide the evidence of his arousal, the bulge straining against his zipper.
His eyes were pinned on the girl displaying herself before him.
Something in her throat caught, and she held her breath.
She knew that look. That animal lust raging freely in twin pools of blue.
This is wrong.
Shinji shouldn’t look like that. He should be a blushing, embarrassed wreck at this point, cutely avoiding any display of female sensuality in his innocence. He shouldn’t look like... like he was on the verge of jumping Asuka and plowing her until her eyes changed color.
The words slipped out of her mouth almost unconsciously.
“Shinji, could you go get me a beer?”
He flinched at the sound of his name and whirled his head around to face her, his eyes wide with shock.
She looked him in the eyes and didn’t deviate, affecting an air of normalcy, or trying to at least, in the hopes of affording him some sort of shelter from embarrassment. Lying like a proper adult lied to a child. To preserve their illusions, their fantasies.
A child would have believed her.
Shinji didn’t, not even for a second.
He blushed red. His eyes swiveled to face the floor and his hands clenched his knees tighter than before. His eyes squeezed shut and he trembled, just for a moment.
But she barely heard any evidence of his distress when he said, “Ok, Misato.” He just sounded like he always did. Politely accommodating. He walked out of the room quickly, making sure to turn away from her as soon as physically possible.
Asuka’s intense stare tugged at her attention, but Misato chose to ignore her as she took a few moments to eye the empty doorway Shinji had passed through, feeling weary, melancholic. Unprepared for the confrontation looming ahead.
Shinji...
She sighed, and as she finally turned to match Asuka’s stare, she instantly felt the embers of her outrage burst into flames of righteous anger.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice cold and unamused.
“Care to elaborate Misato? I’m not a mind-reader,” Asuka answered glibly.
“You really think those clothes are appropriate to wear around a boy Shinji’s age?” The word ‘boy’ came out of her mouth with some difficulty but she forced it out without a stutter.
The girl raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I’ve seen you wear the same things lots of times.”
Misato crossed her arms. “I wore those clothes for comfort, Asuka. You’re wearing them to deliberately fuck with Shinji, and I don’t like it.”
Asuka’s eyes widened as the curse singed the air between them, and perhaps she started to realize the depths of Misato’s anger. “What makes you think–”
But the Major wasn’t going to give her a chance to cover her ass before she reamed it. She started spitting out facts in a loud whisper, suddenly fearful that Shinji might be able to overhear them.
“You’re not wearing underwear, Asuka. And those clothes are at least one size too small.” She snorted disdainfully and glared down at the girl. “If that top was any thinner your tits would pierce right through.”
Asuka’s face was painted in angry red now, but she wasn’t done.
“Why are you doing this, Asuka? No, don’t waste your breath,” she instructed, raising her hand to interrupt the girl’s attempts at speech. “You’re too smart not to know what you’re doing to him, and you’re just not being fair. Leave him alone or I’ll have to make you!”
Asuka listened to the rebuke and kept her silence, but the fire in her eyes intensified with every word until her expression reflected such resentment that Misato was honestly taken aback. It was like getting hit in the face with a basinful of icy water, and it cooled her ire long enough for her to remember that she was the adult in the room.
Asuka seemed absolutely furious, and Misato had no idea why. Sure, she had been a little harsh, but enough to garner this kind of response? For a second there, Misato almost thought the girl was going spit venom.
I need to calm her down, before Shinji–
Unfortunately, Shinji chose right that moment to return from the errand she had sent him on. The timing was suspicious in the extreme and she quickly realized that the lull in their conversation must have fooled him into thinking it was safe to return. Misato failed to hold back a wince, and prepared herself to deal with the blowback.
Then, something odd happened.
Asuka calmed down. She took one look at Shinji and just relaxed, nigh instantly, and not just superficially. She didn’t just school her face into a neutral expression for the sake of appearances. No, the tension flew out of her body like it was being persecuted.
A switch flicked open in her mind.
They’re having sex.
Such was her immediate impression, a gut feeling at its rawest.
She accepted the beer can from Shinji’s hand, uttering quick thanks and unabashedly staring into his eyes, searching for something, anything in their depths to explain what she had seen. He didn’t notice her interest, as his head was turned halfway in Asuka’s direction. She emerged empty-handed, but still revised her initial guess.
No… probably not. I mean, I don’t think Shinji would know what to do with a woman and Asuka doesn’t have the patience to properly seduce– Ugh, what am I thinking?
Misato shook her head clear then went ahead and opened the can, immediately taking a long sip of the cool drink. Her joints loosened minutely, but still suspicions remained. She was tempted… extremely tempted to just up and ask, but she had just miraculously avoided a major argument. She was in no mood to poke the hornet’s nest.
The children had returned their attentions to the television. Asuka was showing no signs of getting up to get changed, but since Shinji was no longer drooling all over her backside, Misato was willing to let that slide.
For now.
Misato chugged the rest of her beer down and got up to get another one, casting wary, suspicious glances towards her wards.
What the hell is going on here?
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The day after he was caught... leering at Asuka was a school day, and he had honestly hoped that the change of venue would take his mind off of everything. In a sense, that is exactly what happened. Unfortunately, the day passed him by like a stranger in a crowd, and as soon as it was gone he forgot all of its features.
“Blah Bla. Blah blah blaaaah bla blahh. Bla bla...”
Words echoed in his ears without meaning, a persistent noise dulled by his inattention. His eyes stared into the emptiness before them, and all he could see was a mess of colors, shifting as blobs wobbled out of his sight, distorting in a amorphous manner. But his inner eye could not look away from the figure of beauty that had captivated him. It was as though she had stolen the details from his world to adorn her silky skin like jewelry, but he could not begrudge her for this. She was so much more beautiful than the world around him that he abandoned it without a second thought.
Asuka...
The flames of her sensuality had burned so strongly that their brief contact had branded her likeness into his mind, so deep that it could never, ever heal. He needed only to close his eyes to see her again, in perfect detail, in that very moment when she had screamed his name in passion. That vision titillated and tormented him every time he blinked. He ached to touch her, his dick swollen obscenely in his lust.
I didn’t think it would hurt so much...
His heart hurt, but he didn’t dare to dwell on the reason why.
I’m running away again...
He was aware, but he didn’t stop running. The fear kept his legs moving, unaware of exhaustion even as he kept himself unaware of the danger hunting him down.
A hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him, forcing the world around him to solidify into distinct shapes. With his picture of reality back to normal, he quickly recognized his two friends standing before him. Touji stood with his arms crossed, looking clearly annoyed while Kensuke leaned over him, seemingly concerned.
“Yo, Shinji? You ok man? Class is over.”
Shinji looked around dimly, and realized that the classroom had been gutted of most of its occupants. He turned back to speak to his friends, but caught a glimpse of red in the doorway. His eyes snapped onto her immediately, and Shinji realized a truth. His imagination could not do her justice.
She looked back at him for a second before moving out of sight, the memory of her blue eyes lingering long after she was gone.
“Shinji? You look...”
He jumped to his feet, grabbing his school bag as he jostled past his friends, and he considered himself fortunate that he didn’t have to waste time getting his things. He hadn’t opened his bag all day.
“Hey!” Kensuke yelled as he was shoved aside.
“Sorry!” Shinji called out as he jogged out of the room, and rushed past the last few students left wandering the hallways.
He caught up to her just as she reached the school gate, and settled uneasily at her side, his heart pumping from more than the exertion. She eyed him coyly as he accompanied her home, but kept her silence and her pace.
He opened his mouth, trying to say something, anything at all, but everything he could think of just sounded stupid. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and his hands became jittery as his nerves froze and his blood vessels burned with the friction of an overactive heart. So he walked her home, silently weathering the downpour of anxiety her presence engendered.
But the storm did not subside when she walked out of sight. Instead, the raindrops turned sharply sour and began to sting.
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Tch... That bitch. Slut. Hypocrite.
The girl in the mirror wore a moue of disgust as she religiously combed her hair and stewed over the words of her caretaker, still dressed in the white blouse and blue dress of her school uniform. As soon as she had stepped into her room, she had thrown her bag in her desk’s general direction and sat down in front of her dresser’s mirror, where she promptly began the most relaxing exercise in her repertoire.
It was simple enough to put on a good show in front of Shinji, but as soon as she was alone, Asuka couldn’t extinguish the low hum of anger that continued to echo in her mind as Misato’s condemnation burned at her sensibilities, though her recent successes certainly helped diminish her irritation. As for the rest, the act of combing her hair had always been a soothing one, which was one of the reasons why she kept it long, that and the fact that short hair simply didn’t suit her. She couldn’t picture herself with hair like Ayanami’s.
In the mirror, Asuka’s moue dipped into a scowl as her thoughts turned to her fellow pilot, Ayanami Rei.
Rei certainly hadn’t done anything to encourage such thoughts, but she couldn’t help but consider the girl as an obstacle. Asuka was by far the better pilot, but she hadn’t forgotten the game played months ago now, and the sound of synchronization, horrible even then, which had since taken on terrible connotations.
That doll…
Shinji and Rei had matched perfectly on their first try. Perfect compatibility. The albino had moved like a puppet to his whims.
I need to keep her away from him.
She had loosened the restraints holding his lust back, but she hadn’t quite managed to shackle him to her yet. If she didn’t keep an eye on him, he might just…
Her door hissed deeply, like a sleeping mammoth, as it was slowly forced across the track holding it in place. Asuka saw a smirk grow on her face and was powerless to stop it as the mirror showed a young man stepping into her room and closing the door behind him.
Shinji stared at the floor, his face flushed red as he fidgeted in embarrassment. The movement of her brush slowed to a crawl as she turned to face him, her attentions focused on him, and him alone.
“Hello Third,” she said softly. “What brings you here?”
She suspected, of course, but she still very much wanted to hear him say it. Her fingers tightened over the brush handle as he half formed words and her feelings quickly started bubbling with expectation.
Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and said something intelligible.
“Asuka… I… I…”
He stalled, but the way he’d said her name reached something inside of her. Her thighs pressed together in a reflexive effort to contain her lust and she began to fidget in her seat as her nipples stiffened. She caught herself leaning towards him but couldn’t quite force herself to breathe as the anticipation mounted. Her heart pumped heated blood and her ears strained to hear him, even as he wallowed in indecision.
His eyes were still closed even as his expression revealed great discomfort, and she knew that he was coming up empty in his introspective search for answers. Soon enough, he cracked open his eyes and turned them towards her.
“You said that you would help.”
Somehow managing to control herself under his pleading eyes, she nodded coolly. “I said I would help you if you asked, but you haven’t yet.”
Something in him consolidated then, and he finally got his tongue under control. “Asuka, I need you. Please.”
Asuka quickly turned her face away from him as a smile blossomed on her face. For a moment, she wondered if it was odd that she would get such perverse pleasure out of those words, but quickly decided to simply enjoy the moment. Of course, she couldn’t resist teasing him a little.
“Is that so? Are you here to fuck me again, Third?”
There was a pause. “Y-yes.”
Asuka resisted the urge to giggle at the way he had lowered his voice to a near whisper. He was like a puppy. It was adorable.
She sat her brush down onto her dresser. “Alright, but only under one condition.”
“What is it?” he asked, and it was clear from his tone that he would agree to nearly anything.
Her right hand idly traced a path up and down her left arm as she turned to watch him from the corner of her eye. “You were so rough with me last time. I want you to make sure I have a good time before I let you in me.”
“H-how?”
Her smile gained a decidedly predatory edge. “I’ll show you. Just lie down on my bed.”
He quickly moved to obey her, but she wasn’t done.
“And Shinji? Take your clothes off.”
He gave her this wide-eyed look of fear, like he was a tiny mouse being cornered by a hungry cat, but he didn’t say a word. She watched him undress with hawkish eyes and noted that he looked rather pale as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. She stopped him when he tried to move on with his briefs still in place.
“Those too,” she said, pointing at the offending garment.
He blushed, but bent over to slip them off.
He was limp, she noted as he settled down on her bed, but his reluctance did little to calm her ardor. She calmly rose to her feet and and walked over to the side of her bed, where she simply watched him for a time, reveling in her feelings. She just felt so incredibly good at that moment. Womanly. Sexy.
She couldn’t stop smiling even if she had wanted to, and her self esteem had never been higher. A large part of that had to do with the fact that it made her feel powerful to have him naked in her room while she was still fully clothed. The more she stared, the more blood was diverted into his cheeks and surprisingly enough into his member as well. He was getting excited. His hands were cupped over his groin, trying to hide it, but his dick was quickly swelling past his ability to hide.
“Um… Asuka? What am I supposed to do?”
She looked him in the eye and smiled widely, just to reassure him. “Just relax, Third. I’ll lead you through it.”
He stilled and began to stare when she reached underneath her skirt and hooked her thumbs into her panties’ waistband. She matched his stare for a long moment and carefully dragged them down her sleek thighs and watched as he followed their path until they disappeared from his vision.
She knelt onto the bed and quickly straddled his stomach, taking hold his arms by his wrists and pinning them against his chest. Shinji watched her through worried but hopeful eyes, and didn’t fight her grasp, triggering something in her that she didn’t know was there. Her breath sped up, causing her chest to rise and fall with the rhythm of her existence. Her eyes were opened wide and she felt touched by fever, not to mention the tingling of her lower lips as they moistened and swelled with blood, itching with desire.
“Okay Third,” she said between short breaths. “I need you to sit still while I get ready. Got it?”
Shinji nodded obediently, and unwittingly sent her passion to new heights. Asuka quickly realized that she liked it when he offered no resistance, when he obeyed like a good boy, when he trusted her unconditionally. Usually, she thoroughly enjoyed stamping out any vestige of opposition from her opponents, but with Shinji she found that it wasn’t near as fun when she had to force him into it.
Asuka bent over, bringing her face close to his ear. “That’s right, Shinji,” she whispered lustily. “Just do as I say, and everything will be alright.”
With that, she brought her hips lower, and lower, and lower still until her swollen lips kissed turgid flesh. The young man beneath her gasped into her ear and instinctively pushed upwards, spreading her labia as his length pressed strongly into the spongy tissue. It felt good, but she still pushed down harder on his wrists and stared meaningfully until she felt that he had settled down as much as possible. She felt his chest shift every time he breathed, and she judged that his respiratory rate had surpassed her own the instant her mound came into contact with his stiffened shaft.
He wanted her, very much so, but for now she only wanted to use him as he had used her.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Just follow my lead, Third.”
Her red hair fell onto his face as she bent her head down and tentatively began to move her hips.
“Ah, ah, um…” Short, small gasps escaped her throat as she slowly got used to feeling him this way, and gained in confidence from the experience. Back and forth and back again, gaining in momentum until she was dragging her hips strongly forwards along the shaft and pushing them sharply downwards towards his balls, coating him in her essence as she leaked lust. Her hands grew moist as her sweat mixed with Shinji’s and she could feel the muscles in his wrists as he clenched his hands into fists. Shinji’s hands and jaw were clenched tightly in frustration but he was still managing to restrain himself, and his determination only turned her on more. He stared at her through half lidded eyes and that look was enough for her to understand.
He would fuck her before the day passed. And that promise excited her too.
Asuka settled down close to the base and started moving in short circles, pinning his dick against his stomach. Her skirt covered the point of contact and as she watched the shifting fabric she was overcome by the urge to see beneath it. One of her hands immediately let go of his wrist and reached for the edge of her skirt. His hand, freed from any confines, shot directly towards her hip and tried its best to pull her down, to increase their level of contact and intensify the heat borne of their passion.
She didn’t try to stop him as she was too preoccupied with satisfying her voyeuristic urges. With the front of her skirt bunched up between her fingers, she pulled it up and stared at the sight revealed.
Her pussy was suffused with heat as it struggled against his erection. The sensitive flesh easily yielded to its strength and molded to its contours, feeling it intimately as she scraped and ground against his thickness. Every part of him glistened before her eyes, liberally dripping in her juices.
Her motions grew stronger and her breath shortened as she rubbed herself against his stiffness, repeatedly adjusting the angle of her hips, trying to better stimulate her clit. She hit a sweet spot by accident and moaned deeply when the change sent unexpected sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.
“Ah! Mmmm!”
Asuka looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes to better focus on the stimulation, and quickly realized that she was approaching her peak.
No! I can’t. Not yet.
Her eyes flew open and she reluctantly slowed to a stop moments before she reached ecstasy. She let go of her skirt and tried to catch her breath as Shinji took liberties with his free hand.
“Asuka? Are you finished?” he asked, his flushed face practically radiating enthusiasm as he explored the curve of her ass.
She shook no and smiled. “Almost there, Shinji. There’s something I want you to do for me.”
He frowned a bit, having sensed something amiss from her tone. “What is it?”
“I want you to eat me out.”
His eyes widened dramatically and his entire body jumped beneath her, like an skittish pony surprised by a mistimed bullet. “W-what?”
Leaning closely, she made things perfectly clear. “You heard me, Third. I want you to use your mouth to make me cum. If you can do that, I’ll let you fuck me as hard as you want.”
“B-but! I don’t know how! I can’t–”
Asuka quickly pressed her palm against his mouth to stop his protests. “Oh, come on. It’s not rocket science, Shinji and I know you’ve seen videos. Just don’t bite me or anything and you’ll do fine. You might not like the taste, but there’s nothing to be scared about. You just have to want to do it.”
After all, this wasn’t an exercise of skill, but of intent. She was pretty stoked already and it probably wouldn’t take long for him to succeed if he put any effort into it. She just wanted to feel his lips and tongue on her, to have his spit mix with her juices, to know that he was doing all he could simply to make her feel good. In all honesty, in her condition there was a good chance that she’ll just break down and cream all over his face the second his tongue touched her bits.
Her hand slipped off of his mouth and onto his cheek. “So, are you up for it, Third?”
His face felt warm to the touch and he couldn’t quite meet her eyes, but he nodded. The move was slight and filled with his hesitation, but he nodded.
She smiled for him and bent over to whisper into his ear. “Good boy.”
Though she was excited and eager to commence, the last thing she wanted to do was to scare him, so she took her time. She sat up straight and shuffled her knees forwards, keeping eye contact the whole time. His eyes were very wide, and the way he was breathing suggested that he was about to start panicking as he faced the encroaching shadows of her skirt.
For a moment, she considered stopping to reassure him, to ease him into it, but she was just so hot… She needed this. She needed to cum, hard, and she was determined to do so, even if she had to hold his head down and hump the bridge of his nose.
As she got close, she reached for her skirt’s hem and flared it up, like the doors to a carnival tent. She saw his mouth gape open moments before she dropped her skirt on top of his head, submerging him in darkness and humid heat.
Her heart pumping, she decided to let him take the last step. “W-whenever you’re ready, Shinji.”
She waited for him to move with nerve-wracking anticipation and near uncontrollable lust. She could feel his breath on her moist entrance and it almost drove her crazy. Unable to take it, she reached under her white blouse and bra to pinch and tweak her stiff nipples.
Come on, Shinji. Don’t let me down now.
Finally, as his hands came to rest on her thighs, she felt movement underneath her skirt.
Her thighs clenched together tightly as his hesitant tongue tore ragged gasps from her chest. She stared down at him, her eyes wide and apprehensive, fearing her own reactions as her control unraveled further.
His suckling lips focused on a sensitive spot, and she was forced to shriek.
“Ah! Shinji!”
Her hands reached down and buried themselves into his hair, holding on desperately as if he were a horse trying to buck his rider off, only she was the one bucking, she was the one jerking around, grunting and moaning, her face red from the exertion.
His mouth and nose were buried deep into her mons, and she knew he couldn’t possibly be able breathe, but he didn’t stop. His tongue wiggled and pierced her center, reaching deeper than she would have ever allowed.
Her eyes narrowed as she grimaced in concentration and surrendered to the feelings he so easily evoked in her. She let a guttural moan escape her lips unhindered and pressed her weight onto his face, grinding it most harshly.
“I’m so close, Shinji! Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
His fingers released their grip on her thighs and slipped under her skirt, digging into her ass cheeks and pulling her down as his tongue went wild, pressing into the walls of her pussy with enthusiastic force, hitting sensitive spots by chance.
“Aah! Mmmmmm!”
Shinji pulled his tongue out of the warmth of her channel and started fiddling with her skirt.
“Take it off,” he said, gasping.
Immediately, she sat down on his chest and squeezed her hips out of her tight waistline, throwing the garment aside after sliding it down the length of her silky legs. As soon as she got back in position he grabbed onto her knees and forced her thighs to open and as she grabbed onto his hair to keep her balance, his hands quickly reached for her entrance and spread it open, revealing her pulsing insides and her covered nub. He wasn’t gentle, as he had to press harder to counter the lack of friction afforded by the slippery nectar covering every inch of her pussy.
Asuka winced and hissed as he treated her so roughly, but the discomfort did nothing to alleviate the pressure or to lower her passion. And then he tilted his head up, smothered her clit between his lips, and sucked.
She bit her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, and came hard. Her hands ripped some of his hair from his scalp as she ground her pelvis into his face, completely overcome by the rush of pleasure.
“Ooooh god!”
As she rode on high, she trembled until her muscles seized, cutting off her screams.
Shinji didn’t let up either, but kept on lavishing her special spot with attention, slobbering all over her, drinking down her essence until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop! Stop it! It’s too much!” she screamed hoarsely.
It took him some time to wind his way down, but he did eventually stop, and for a minute, she just breathed as the tremors subsided, staring into empty space as his gentle hands caressed her thighs.
She looked down at him with heaving breath, and he looked back fondly.
Her grip slowly relaxed. “Can you breathe?”
A short nod.
She couldn’t see how, but decided to believe him.
She ran her hand gently through his hair, hoping to alleviate the pain she knew he must be feeling. But then, if she couldn’t make it all better, she could always cover it up with something pleasant. She was still somewhat tender down there, but she didn’t want to wait.
“I feel empty Third. Won’t you fill me up?”
It was like her words flipped a switch, stuffing his nervous system with a thousand volts. Or maybe it was more like they pulled a trigger, allowing the hammer to fly forward to crush the firing cap, detonating it, and the resulting explosion sundered his restraint. She couldn’t decide, but it didn’t matter.
After he flipped her onto her back and mounted her, she found it hard to care.
When he pushed ahead and persuaded her flushed, swollen slit to part for him, she found it hard to think, hard to breathe.
And when he wedged his cock into her and forced her inner walls to make room for his girth, she gripped his shoulders tightly and squealed, with a curved back and curled toes.
Her self-control fading, she burrowed her head into his chest, and let it all go with a smile.
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She pushed against the opaque bathroom door softly, putting just enough pressure to test its resistance. It gave way, letting a shaft of light pierce the darkened school hallway and instantly rousing her suspicions.
The door should have been locked.
She pushed against it carefully, hoping to catch anyone inside red handed.
Her hand flew to her mouth, desperately hoping to silence a ragged gasp as the obscene spectacle unfolded before her virgin eyes. She could hear her breath escaping through small gaps in between her fingers and nearly panicked, holding her breath immediately and watching intently for any sign that it had been overheard. But the couple reacted not at all, and she reasoned that it would be hard for anyone to hear her breathe over the sound of... of...
Oh dear god.
Her cheeks almost began to smoulder underneath her hand as she stared, transfixed. A muffled squeal reached her ears, and her entire body felt like it could burst into flames.
“Ah! Um! Shinji! Not so hard!” Her best friend’s hissed with swollen lips, almost desperately.
Asuka Langley Soryu was rudely bent over an empty sink, with both hands clutching the porcelain rim, holding on for dear life. Her blue eyes were pinned on her reflection in the bathroom mirror as Ikari Shinji drove himself between her thighs with hard, sharp strokes. Her legs were entangled by a loose ring of cloth wrapped around her ankles, her rumpled uniform and dainty white panties, making keeping her balance a challenging task.
Horaki Hikari peeped at the face of her friend and was awe-struck. Never in her life had she seen someone look so womanly.
Asuka's pretty face was flushed cherry red, positively glowing, with her teary eyes opened wide as her beautiful hair flapped around her naked shoulders. Her skin was slick with sweat glistening as it caught light, and she gasped audibly, desperately seeking to catch her breath as their classmate threw his hips into her with wild abandon. He was forcing her to absorb the full force of each impact, her arms folding, her knees buckling and her ass cheeks flattening as his pelvis slapped into it. He stood completely naked, his hands clenched tightly onto Asuka’s hips, his eyes half-closed in sweet agony.
Hikari bit her bottom lip and fidgeted restlessly, agonizing over what to do, if anything. Yet, even as she wallowed in indecision, she still watching intently, unable to tear her eyes away as Ikari Shinji fucked her best friend.
“Ugh! Ugh! Uggh!” Asuka finally broke eye contact and bent her head down, letting her hair flow down into the sink. “Stop! Pull out! You’re gonna... haaa! You’re going to rip me apart!”
Shinji thrust in once, twice, thrice more, then pushed in so deep that Asuka shrieked loud enough to unsettle her hidden voyeur, and held himself inside like a stop-gap as he curled over Asuka’s back, his hoarse gasps tickling her neck’s sensitive skin.
Asuka groaned lowly. “Not... what I asked Shinji,” she said breathlessly.
“Sorry...” he mumbled against her skin. “You’re driving me crazy, Asuka.”
The sound of his voice sent tingles running down Hikari's spine, and she started to worry about how she'd be able to keep this secret if she could never look him in the eye again. And she wouldn't be able to, she knew that already. She'd never imagined he could be so wild, so unrestrained. Seeing him like this, she found that he intimidated her.
So, is this what a man looks like when you strip away all the social niceties? Daddy was right. Boys are animals.
Her friend sighed and pushed herself up with a grunt of effort. “Yeah, I figured.” She reached behind and pushed him off, sighing audibly when his stiffness slipped clear of her slick, swollen passage.
Hikari stared hard at the evidence of their coupling. Shinji’s penis was soaked, and it shined like it was made of bronze. She blushed and retreated behind the door, pulling it back so that nothing but sound escaped.
“Asuka,” she heard Shinji’s voice from behind her wooden shield, sullied by his frustration. “Could you... use your hand? I don’t think I can stay like this.”
Asuka's girlish laughter followed. “Aw, don’t worry Brute Child. You can still fuck me. You just have to help me loosen up. I’m too tight right now, as I'm sure you've noticed.”
Hikari blushed harder. She'd never heard Asuka say things like that.
A period of silence passed by, heavy with meaning.
“You mean... like the other day?” Shinji mumbled.
Asuka, on the other hand, took care to enunciate. “That would be easiest, yes.”
A moment of clear deliberation had passed when Asuka's voice reached her again, full of softness and suggestion. “You remember, don't you Shinji? How good it felt when my most precious place welcomed you inside? And you remember what you did? You remember the mess you made? But it was okay. It was almost like you belonged there, wasn't it Shinji? Don't you want to feel that way again?”
“Yes,” he affirmed, and Hikari shivered at the unspoken promise in his voice.
“Alright then. Come right here,” she murmured, with eagerness and satisfaction dripping from her words. The slight sound of naked feet hitting the floor escaped from the crack in the door. “That’s right, on your knees. Oooh yeees! That feels so good, Shinji! Ah! Ummm...!”
Hikari worried at her bottom lip and allowed her forehead to gently bump against the wooden door.
What am I doing? This is wrong. So, so wrong. I shouldn't be here. I... I should go.
The initial surprise had long since passed, and she finally recovered enough of her faculties to be able to think and act rationally. And so, she couldn't help but realize that she had no business watching her best friend and their classmate in such intimate conditions, even if they themselves certainly weren't allowed to have sex in an abandoned bathroom during their lunch break.
She was betraying Asuka's trust in her, so she had to make a choice. Either stop them, or leave them alone.
Right then, while she wallowed in the midst of indecision, Asuka's cries of passion pierced right through to her heart, and her mind immediately conjured an image of her friend's gratified face as Shinji knelt before her spread thighs and...!
She shivered uncontrollably as a rush of heat spread through her body. She tried to step away from the door and Asuka's vibrant moans, but her traitorous legs remained rooted to the floor.
A solitary tear trailed down her cheek.
I'm sorry, Asuka.
Immoral. A traitor. A pervert.
She accepted that she was all these things and more when she failed to stop herself from pushing the door open. But she'd never felt anything as overwhelming as the impulse to peek on her friend and her lover. She was powerless against it, like a flower against a flood.
With the door opened just enough to see inside, Hikari settled in to watch them, her fervor fueled by the heat of their arousal and the sharp sting of her shame.
Asuka was so pretty with Shinji lodged between her thighs like that. Adult-like, and, and passionate. Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as she bunched her fingers in his hair, and she was tensed all over, from her curled toes to the cute grimace on her face.
“ Ah! Don't be scared, Third! Stick it in deeper! Ooooh! Yes!”
Her hips began to jerk forwards, grinding her... her clit against his face.
A wave of heat enveloped Hikari's chest as she recognized that uncontrollable urge from her own private time. Her hand clutched her skirt's cotton fabric.
You're close, aren't you Asuka? Oh yes, please do it! I want to see you come!
She held her breath as her friend leaned all the way back, ignoring how the wooden counter's edge dug into her soft ass. With her teeth grit and her nipples aimed for the ceiling, Asuka breathed through her nose until she cried out, seizing hard and bending over at the waist until her stiff nubs pointed at the floor, and her hair coasted down Shinji's back.
Hikari began to feel lightheaded as her heartbeat accelerated under the influence of her anticipation.
Asuka straightened like an arrow and stared past the ceiling's soft lights and into heaven, her chest stilled under the crushing pressure of her impending orgasm.
Then, Shinji squirmed, fidgeted and finally popped his head out of her thighs.
No!
Her mental cry coincided with Asuka's.
“Shinji! I'm so close! Don't tease!”
But the boy paid no heed. Instead he methodically untangled her fingers from the roots of his hair and looked up. “Hey, you're loose enough now, right?” She couldn't see the expression on his face, but something about it managed to wipe the immense frustration from Asuka's face.
Her friend flicked him on the forehead and smiled. “There you go. You see that? Self-serving retaliation, and maybe even a trace of spite? That's good, Shinji. Courtesy doesn't suit you.”
Shinji climbed to his feet, his throbbing lance brandished dangerously. “Come on, Asuka, spread your legs a bit.”
Asuka grinned, but obliged. “So bold, Third. You're not even going to ask permission?”
Their classmate nodded distractedly as he bent his knees to better aim his spearhead. “Do you think you'd be more comfortable on the counter? Or on the floor?”
She laughed. “Suggesting places to do it is not the same as asking permission, Third. It's not hard to do, you know? Repeat after me: Can I fuck yo~Aaah!” She shrieked.
With one swift thrust, Shinji had plunged his shaft through her. He stared into her eyes and asked, quite seriously. “Can I fuck you, Asuka?”
Asuka laughed again, only this time the sound was high-pitched and slightly cut off from lack of breath. “You cheeky bastard!”
He didn't wait for a proper answer, or maybe he just couldn't restrain his urges any longer. Hikari watched his ass cheeks clench as he gently massaged her mound by way of his pelvis, dislodging his dick by fractions of an inch with every single movement.
“Asuka, can I?” he asked.
Her friend's shaking hands moved to clutch his shoulders, her blue eyes staring blankly at their joining flesh. “Oooh god. That feels...”
Hikari watched him create a tiny bit of distance, only to wipe it out with great urgency.
“Can I? Asuka?” he asked again, needing an answer, but Asuka was breathless, speechless.
Hikari bit her lip and squirmed. He was just so deep inside... she couldn't imagine how it felt when he stuffed his dick inside of her like that. Hikari had never even allowed her own fingers to sully her maiden's passage. She'd always been too embarrassed. But Asuka looked so incredibly mature over there, staring at Shinji like he was the only one in the world. The picture they made together, it was beautiful. Powerful. Enthralling.
She couldn't look away, but she couldn't even feel guilty about that anymore.
“Asuka?”
At such a distance, it was hard to see, but some clarity seemed to return to her friend's eyes as she took a deep, gasping breath, and nodded. “Do it. Fuck me.”
His first thrust brought out a sharp cry from her throat. The sound was pleasure laced with pain, but Shinji didn't hesitate. Asuka hugged her body close to him, mashing her breasts against his chest as he stabbed into her.
“Ugh! Ugh! UGH!” she groaned, her teeth grit.
“It still hurts?” Shinji asked with panting breath, in disbelief.
“Yeah,” she spoke into his ear. With her impish smile hidden from his view, she waited until he slowed down in absolute frustration before continuing. “Relax, Third. It's not your dick. The counter's digging into my ass every time you ram into me. J-just move back a bit.”
Shinji shook his head and wrapped an arm around her back. With his other hand hanging onto her thigh, not to mention the dick crammed inside of her, he easily lifted her off her feet and onto the counter. Asuka opened her mouth to speak, but their classmate was clearly done listening.
He stood on his tiptoes with his legs spread wide, his body angled forwards with his arms planted on the laminated wood of the counter top, giving him the extra height to reach deep inside her, and the balance he needed as pumped over and over and over. Only moans and unintelligible mumbles left her mouth as she leaned back against the mirror, crossing her arms behind his tense, sweaty back.
Hikari watched him as he gave everything he had to reach the finish line, like a sprinter at the Olympics. But he was quickly getting tired. His position was extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't possibly hold it for much longer, especially at the pace he was keeping. Droplets of sweat were already coursing down his entire body, and his legs and shoulders were visibly throbbing.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes!” Asuka kept her eyes closed as she raised her hips to meet his every thrust. She was close as well, lost to the sensations, and Hikari held her breath in anticipation. Was he going to make it? Could he reach the end without collapsing in exhaustion?
Shinji released an agonized groan with undertones frustration, and she knew he wouldn't make it. She knew he would have to stop and rest. The disappointment hit her like a hammer and she nearly swooned underneath its crushing impact. She felt like crying, and the urge was profoundly disturbing.
What was happening to her?
Before she could dwell on her issues, Shinji, still gasping for breath, raised Asuka's left leg and docked it over his shoulder, gesturing a horizontal circle when her eyes opened. “Asuka! Turn around! Quick!”
Hikari's mouth dropped open.
He isn't going to...
Asuka raised a hand and pushed against the huge mirror, staining it with her sweat as Shinji made to climb alongside her. He slammed his left knee onto the counter top, grasped onto a stainless steel faucet and strained to pull himself on top of her, all without actually leaving her slick confines.
He didn't have enough space to keep his knees spread comfortably, but it didn't seem to matter as he pulled out and began to thrust like an animal, without restraint.
“Ooooh! Yes! Don't stop!” Asuka moaned. She brought her leg down from his shoulder and locked her ankles together around his waist.
Hikari moaned lowly and traced her fingers up and down her thighs.
His right hand gravitated towards her breasts, pawing at them crudely as his foot fell into the sink and triggered the faucet's sensor, opening the valve and releasing a torrent of steaming hot water.
Hikari's fingers reached underneath her skirt and climbed until they reached the edge of her panties.
The pace increased, and Asuka arched her back, clutching at his shoulders in ecstasy. “Shinji!” Their classmate kept his pace up for a minute longer before digging deep into Asuka, groaning, his ass cheeks tensing as he poured his seed inside of her.
There. Right there. At that moment, Hikari’s entire being focused entirely on memorizing the looks on their faces as they experienced bliss.
Her fingers whisked across the front of her moist panties and she had to bite her tongue to contain her screams as her knees buckled, sending her crashing against the floor without their support. Breathless, shaking, and suddenly exhausted, she looked at her fingers in wonder.
What? I-I came? But I barely touched myself!
Realization struck and she quickly looked inside the room, desperately hoping that they hadn't noticed her presence.
They hadn't. Asuka and Shinji were too busy making out to notice anything. Relief washed over her, cleaning away the afterglow, and filled in the holes in her composure.
Hikari slowly climbed to her feet.
I... I think I should go home.
She had a lot to think about.
Horaki Hikari left the scene, with the most private visages of her best friend and her lover haunting her, like phantoms.
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