Ayasaki and Nimuda

Wow, I totally thought this was dead! I think we all did. But I opened the document today and...somehow ideas came to me. So here\'s the next chapter! =D



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AYASAKI AND NIMUDA



An original fiction



by lordoberon



Chapter 3



He pulled her down into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist. She chuckled as his hands moved lower, over her ass.



"I thought this was sweet, not hot and bothered..." she said.



He groaned. "Hot and bothered...ahh...I\'ve been hot and bothered since the moment I stepped in here...I\'m hot and...bothered...right now..."



"Really?" Her voice was sexy. He could barely breathe it sounded so good. He was aroused. He panted as her hand slid down his form, and then stopped at the waistband of his boxers. "Do it," he said. "Do it."



She shook her head, the red hair tickling his nose. "Nope."



His hand slid down, past hers, to wrap around his cock. He could feel her body tense over his and felt her nipples and how erect they were when they brushed against his chest, as he moaned while he treated himself. She sat up and watched as he pulled at the length with long, hard strokes. His fingers were around it and he slid them up and down again and again. Then his fingertips stroked swollen balls and he moaned. Then his fingernails dug into his own skin and scraped, scraped, stroked the underside. He moaned in frustration, hips bucking upward. The boxers were pulled back, up, and she saw the pleading head.



"What do you say?" She said. She was laughing at him. He didn\'t care anymore. His glasses tipped off of his nose as he shook his head. She asked again. "What do you say?" A hinting finger tickled at the head, and she then put the finger in her mouth, sucking a drop. He gasped, saying, "P-Please! Ohh...I, I\'ll do…anything, just...please...now..."



She leant down and did it, sealed it with a kiss. Her tongue was light and skimming all over that tight hot skin, and then her fingers played, pushing and pressing. In moments she had him shaking and breathing hard. Finally her mouth was over him and she took him in. He pounded like there was nothing left, no tomorrow, and then lay back with a heavy sigh, limp once more.



"You said you\'d do anything."



"Yes. What do you want?"



Nimuda smiled. Ayasaki looked at her and her gaze was thoughtful. She was trying to figure out what to make him do. He felt a little apprehensive. She was his enemy, after all. She might think of something really terrible.



She laughed at the fearful look on his face, and put her finger on his nose, continuing to laugh.



“What? Stop laughing. Do I look that stupid?”



She laughed, and nodded, but then she frowned and tilted her head to stare at him in thought. “Yes and no, actually. You look stupid, but you also look…” She licked her lips. “Hot. Flustered. It’s appealing.”



She bent down to breathe hot air over his ear, and Ayasaki moaned in want. He wanted her again. He wanted more of her. She licked down the shell of his ear, and then whispered, “I want sex. With you. Right now. And you have to let me do crazy things to you…or else, this will have to be more than a one-time thing.”



He shivered at the sensation of her hot breath, and managed a nod. The nod became a fast shaking of his head, and in a moment he had turned over, and through the pain of his knee he was leaning over her.



His hands wrapped around her wrists as he began to kiss her, furiously hard and soft and long. Her tongue lashed about in his mouth. Her thigh rubbed enticingly against his, warm and silky. The wetness of her underwear rubbed over the head of his cock.



Ayasaki kissed down Nimuda’s neck, his tongue slow and graceful over that soft skin, biting a little. She moaned. He slid his hands up beneath the dress she wore, pushing the cloth up to her shoulders. She wore no bra. As he kneaded her breasts with his long fingers, and kissed her throat, Ayasaki couldn’t help push a little at her thigh. This was all too much. He felt his cock throbbing with need against her thigh, the wet panties rubbing him over and over.



“Mmm, Nimuda. Maybe we should move to the bed?”



She turned her head, and sighed, “Alright, since you’re such a wimp.”



“You would rather I pounded you into the floor?” He put his hands beneath her legs, lifted her up into his arms. She seemed to like the romantic gesture, sliding her arms around his neck.



“No, Ayasaki. I want you to take me against the wall. Or the kitchen table. Or the countertop. Every surface is available. I give you permission to use it all.”



He pictured himself lying her against the kitchen table, fucking her there. Or her ass on the countertop, bare and delicious…mmm. Or against the wall, her loud cries echoing throughout the small apartment…



“Fuck,” he breathed. “You are bat shit crazy. But…” he laughed breathlessly, “I like it.”



She smiled at him, an impish little smirk, and waggled her eyebrows. He laughed loudly at that, his laugh filling the room. He swung his body abruptly back, around, and they were facing a closet door.



“Are you claustrophobic?” he asked. “We could do it in your closet.”



She snorted. “In there? There’s barely any space. You’re way too big to fit. It’ll never fit both of us.”



Now he was curious. With her arms supporting herself hanging onto him, and one arm still underneath her legs, he reached one hand out and opened the door.



It was a mess in there, clothes of all colors piled in a giant pile in the middle of the closet. Containers and more clothes sat on a top shelf, and boxes with messy pen scrawl on them were piled against one wall. All in all, there was only enough floor space for one person to stand in.



She laughed at him when he looked at her. “I told you,” she said.



“If you ever want help cleaning…”



Now her smirk widened. “Oh? Yeah right. You just want to come back and fuck me again. Right?”



He licked his lips, wordless. That was answer enough for her.



He carried her into the kitchen, and sat her on the countertop. “There. If you want to put food on me or some weird shit like that, the fridge is nearby.”



She batted her eyelashes at him like some dopey girl, and it was stupid, but even that was tantalizing, when she did it. She looked so sexy. She sat on the countertop, legs spread wide, her dress hiked up higher than her knees, and her head was tilted down a little. Her lips were wetted by her tongue. Her breasts just begged to be touched and groped and…and…he pressed up against her suddenly, groaning. He wanted her ass, too. It was firm and tight. He reached back around her, and groped.



He had his nose against her neck and was licking there, while groping, with his cock tight in his pants, when suddenly she slid forward off of the counter, and wrapped her legs around his waist. With a grunt, he handled the weight, and wrapping her arms around him, too, he shifted and turned, and stopped suddenly, with Nimuda’s back to the wall. They were across the kitchen now, next to table by the window. He hoped no one was looking in.



Nimuda looked up at him through long lashes. “This is more like it,” she purred.



His hands remained on her ass, and he moved his tongue up, and licking and sucking against her neck, created a hickey that there would be so many questions about at school.



Nimuda reached down to the hem of her dress, and he moved his head back and watched. Her slim arms were muscled, and he admired them a moment, until the dress was up and he was admiring her pink panties again…then her belly, and he could see delicate ribs, and then finally her breasts were revealed to him, full and perky and wanting.

She flung the dress away, and he moved his head down.





Nimuda enjoyed the power that she had over him, she had to admit. And yet it was not power, because when his tongue licked over her nipples, all she wanted was more, and she would do anything to get it. She would do things for him, if he asked, but he didn’t seem inclined to ask. He liked her idea well enough. He didn’t even mind her kinky suggestions. Nimuda loved how open he was to it.



She moaned as that hot tongue licked over her again, and squeezed her legs unconsciously against him. She could feel the bulge in his pants against her thigh, hot and heavy. Fuck he was big. She wanted it. She wasn’t a whore, because only Nimuda could make her feel these things. But she did admit that he made her really, really want them!



He suckled her, slow and hot, and she pulled her fingers through his hair, groaning, “Faster, Ayasaki…” His tongue moved faster, probably more of his own accord then her demand – no one could control this bastard – and she gripped his hair harder with her hands.



As his attentions moved to her other breast, she began to rock herself against him. The bulge of his need was a delicious friction against her. The silky soft of his school uniform pants was an arousing sensation against her tender thighs. She wondered how he would like it if she were on top once. And maybe he would agree to spanking her? Or tying her up? Mmm…she wished she had more items in her apartment they could play with, but she’d been forced to sell a lot to pay for school. Such was independence.



He stopped in his ministrations, glasses utterly askew when he looked up at her. “Nimuda,” he groaned, “Do you have no patience at all? You’re…” he pushed his cock up against her in emphasis, and she gasped to feel that hardness pressing right up against her panties.



“Mmm,” she swallowed, and licked her lips. She threw her head back, and purposefully rubbed against him. “I…yes…I have no patience at all…”



She heard him whisper to himself, “fuck,” again, and then he was rubbing up against her, oh god he was good! He responded to her rubbing against his dick, rubbing back over her now throbbing body, moaning. But he didn’t just only do that. He rubbed the rest of him against her, too, pushing like an eager cat, and his hands grabbed her small wrists in his long fingers. He shoved her arms up, above her head, and with his groin still against hers he kissed her.



His mouth was hot and wet, and he seemed to want to devour her. She didn’t understand why he was kissing her at a time like this, when she clearly wanted what was down and not up, but perhaps he was romantic. The lack of feminine affection in his household, maybe. It made him want to get as much of her body as he could. And kisses, well maybe he just liked them.



She liked them, too. His tongue was all over, and then he withdrew, and his cheek pressed against her cheek and his groans were loud in her ear. Fuck he sounded good. She knew she was panting now, no she was making little whimpers for each of his rubbing thrusts against her. “Mmm. Mmm. Nnn. Oh. Ah. A..Aya..Saki…hah…ooh…”



He managed to hold her wrists up with one hand, and while she gripped her legs around his waist extra tight, he pulled the panties down. When it was clear that he couldn’t get them off her legs without upsetting the whole position, he simply ripped them off of her. He didn’t want to wait anymore.



Ayasaki wondered if Nimuda had ever had sex before. He wanted to think that she hadn’t, and he was her first, but at the same time, she was so hot, how could she not have? Plus all those sounds she was making…shit was driving him mad. He bit his lip, and his cock was aching now, as she made another of those low, breathy moans when he pressed the bulge in his pants to her now naked crotch. He could tell she was wet down there. Mmm. Now for his clothes.



To his surprise, she stepped out of her position, and with her teeth biting her lip in seeming concentration, she helped him out of his clothes. God. It felt good to have cool air against him. Unbidden, he reached down, and slid a finger deep into her core. The move surprised her, widening her eyes, but she made a sound of enjoyment, and pushed down against him. Oh fuck. He wanted that. He wanted in her. He wanted her force and her wildness pushing against his cock.



She slid back against the wall, and he pressed forward. His cock twitched against her bare thigh. He felt an ounce of responsibility that he carried all around at school in him, and that part of him said, “If it hurts, bite my shoulder.”



He didn’t ask her if she’d done it, even though he wondered. She nodded in reply, and wrapped her legs around him again. Wow she was so close now. He pressed in, making it quick, and she bit down on his shoulder hard enough to make it bleed. He felt her break, and he was relieved that she was new to this. He was, too.



She was slick and hot and soft around him. She was small and gripped so tight. She squirmed against him, and the squirming made him harder. He thrust in and out again, again, getting used to the motion. He knew he was breathing hard, and when he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth, while fucking her, he knew he made some wild sound. It was just too good not to.



She, too, started to lose control as it got better, as he moved faster. He didn’t even have to wait for her to say it. He knew she wanted faster. Inside her, he was so hard and good. She was surprised at how much bigger and better the sensation of having him in her was. He was long and thrust deep into her. At first it was slow, and the pain was there, but then he was faster, and with every pound into her, he was creating ripples of pleasure within her. Then he was treating her breasts at the same time, and his hands groped her ass. Nimuda, in kind, licked over his ears, and her fingernails dug into his back.



She started to move against him, pushing back, and she could tell he loved that. He became louder, their sounds together so loud, and he pushed harder. When he played with her clit at the same time, Nimuda knew she was shouting, even shouting his name – how embarrassing! – but it was just so delicious. She wanted to make it more playful. Could he put yummy things on her and eat them off her? When they were done, could he eat out of her body? Could she slather whipped cream over his cock and lick it all up?



She wanted violence, too. Nimuda was an angry person, but unlike most angry people, she let it out. She wanted to hit things. It was so fun earlier when they ran around and hurt each other. She actually enjoyed it. She knew it was weird, but it helped her deal with stuff. Would he let her hit him? Or would he agree to hit her?



It was too late though, she could feel her orgasm building, and he was kissing her again, and licking all over her body, and his fingers thumbed at her nipples and clenched at her hips. When it burst over her, she felt her body lock on him, tight over his cock, his beautiful big cock, and then as she fell from it, he pulled out of her body, and the thrum as he came against her thigh was deliciously erotic, all that heat and wet against her, and the way he cried out her name.



They sagged down to the floor, at that point, and he lay down with half of him beneath her kitchen table, and she lay down with her head against his chest. They lay panting for a while, and she knew that she might seem half asleep – was he? – but actually she wasn’t. She wanted to do it again.



Ayasaki lay back, and for a while he did feel a little sleepy. It was so much so that when he sat up, he slammed his head against the underside of the table.



“Shit! OUCH!”



He heard Nimuda laughing, and he wanted to hit her for it. But it was a playful urge, too. He wondered what she would do if he slapped her ass. She’d probably hit him and scream. He grabbed hold of her waist, and as he ducked out from under the table, he lifted her body off the floor. She was still laughing at him, but through her laughter she asked, “What?”



He grinned down at her, and pushed her body back none too gently over the table, with her chest down against the table. Mmm he liked her breasts being pushed against like that. And her pert little bottom was up in the air. He said nothing in reply to her inquiry, and simply gave her bottom a few slaps. She cried out, and on the third time he stopped, and looked at her face.



She was smiling at him. He was surprised, but he saw that as approval, so he began to hit her again. Her ass was full and jiggling beneath his hand, and his hand created a red mark, like the mark on his cheek from earlier when she had slapped him. Suddenly, as he realized he was slapping harder, he heard her moan.



“Oh, Ayasaki…mmm…I like this.” She was breathless with need, he sensed it, saw it in her face. Jesus she was weird. But he had to admit he liked this, too. His cock was hard. He almost wanted to fuck her from behind now. She had such a delicious ass. He wanted to control her and fuck her like crazy. He wanted her to be surprised and delighted and scream shrilly.



If he was going to do it from behind though, she had to be readied. So he took her cheeks in his hands, and parting them with his fingers, he pushed his face in there and licked down and in that hole. He heard her sounds of surprise, and was glad. When he thought she was ready, he drew back, and this time he made it slow. He pressed his cock into her slowly, inch by inch, and he could hear her groaning, “Mmm, good,” and making little squeaks the further in he got.



For a while, in and out, he moved equally slowly. But then Nimuda slapped her hand against the table and said, “Hurry up!”



So he decided to take her for a ride. With his hands planted alternately against her hips, or the table, he slammed home, so hard it left him breathless, and he did it again and again, faster and faster. Soon she was shaking over him. Her sweet little hole was so tight against him. Fuck it was good. He was slamming the hardest he could into her, and for each thrust, or every few, she made these gorgeous needy moans that filled the room, that filled his cock so hot and swollen that he could felt his knees getting shaky. But he kept on, panting over her.



His hands explored her, sliding up her back. He tickled her spine, and she made an “mm” of appreciation. He pulled her back, so her slick body was against him, and he kneaded her breasts as he changed the angle deeper in her. She made a sound at that, “oh!” and reached her hand back. He grabbed it, but then he put it back down on the table, and lay his hand over it. His large hand covered hers, and he knew he was pushing on it too hard, as he began to fuck her hard again.



He came with a grunt, over her thighs again, his come splattering up over her reddened cheeks and looking so good there. He felt hot and messy, but it was a good hot and messy, like after a good exercise, except twinged with that tangy sexy aspect. Satisfaction, contentment, feeling so full and then bursting and coming…it was good.



He got off of her, and she lifted herself gingerly from the table. He watched her with a mixture of heat and reluctance, as he noticed that she moved a little stiffer, and little painfully. But her smirk at him wiped away most of his iffiness, and she took his hand.



“Bath.”



He felt excited at the prospect, even though he was seeing her naked right now. He was sure Nimuda could make a bath much more than just a bath.



Her bathroom was tiny, with barely enough space for both of them in front of the counter with the sink. He watched her still reddish bottom as she bent down to turn the water on. They stared at the water flow together, and he asked, “How are we both going to fit in there?”



She laughed. “I know, right? It’s tiny. And you’re so fucking huge.” He noticed she glanced at his cock when she said it, and that made him want to laugh, half with her, and half in pride at his own assets. He managed to keep the smile from his face with effort.



“Whore,” he said. He suddenly wanted to get her riled up again, to see if she was going to be compliant because he’d fucked her, or if she was still a tiger.



She turned her head abruptly to stare him down with one of her glares. Damnit that reminded him of how she was at school. He expected something – her to give him the finger, or some other, milder anger that would show he had softened her a little. Did he want to soften her? He did, and he didn’t.



To his surprise, she suddenly shoved him back into the wall, and then turning him around, she smacked him in the ass. “Fucker,” she said. “Do you want more?”



He smirked against the wall, and licked some blood from his chin. Damn. She always had this in her, didn’t she? He was glad. He didn’t want her to ever change.



His voice was husky from shouting, as he asked, “Do you want me to want more?”



She slapped him again, and he breathed in deeply. “Ouch. That stings.” He said it half in laughter, half in observation. He didn’t think he’d been spanked since he was three.



“Fucker,” she said again. Then she was pressing her body up against him, and he squirmed against her, feeling the heat of her core against his backside, her breasts juicy full against his back. Mmm. “I want,” she whispered breathily, “I want to tie you up…and ride you like an animal. While wearing boots. And I want to hit you until you cry and beg for my mouth on your cock. And I want to juice myself up with something tasty…and when I’m done treating you, you have to reward me by tasting me, all over, and you have to make it so good that I scream.”



Wow.Shit. Ayasaki swallowed hard. He was so stunned and aroused by her words, that he didn’t even know what to say. He breathed hard against the wooden wall, and his hot breath came back at him, whistling in his nose in and out.



Finally he breathed, “What flavor?” It was all he could think of to say.



She laughed, but the laugh was tinted with more of that sexy I’m-your-mistress-you’re-my-bitch tone. Fuck that was fun. He wanted her like that more.



She said low and husky, “I don’t know. We’ll have to see.” Then her tone became perky. “What do you like? I’ve got…bubblegum, and vanilla, and chocolate, and maybe some fruity flavors like blueberry and strawberry. But you’re not fruity, right? Have you ever done stuff with another guy?”



He laughed at the change of topic. Wow she was curious. How long had she kept this stuff, whatever the hell it was? “Did you plan this?” he said, then, “No. I have no interest in guys.”



She crooned a little disappointed sound. “Oh. ‘Cause that would have been hot. Well, no I didn’t plan it. Let us say…I fantasized. Now get in the tub!”



He let her yank him back by his elbow, and slid obediently into the tub. His feet reached out the other side, and he flexed his toes against the tap, grinning at her. She grinned back, and then transformed it into a sexy pout.



He stared, entranced, as she slithered down into the tub. She wiggled everything she had to wiggle, knowing he was watching, and they ended up nearly ass to ass. She put her legs over his, and rested her feet on either side of his torso, above his hips but below his armpits.



“There,” she sighed, and eased a little more into the water. The tops of her breasts were above the water a little. “We fit.”



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