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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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2,604
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1
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The Mistress is Awake
TITLE: The Mistress is Awake
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
FANDOM: Killer7
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Killer7 or any of its characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: Hurts, doesn't it?
* * * * *
Please leave your message after the tone.
Hello Mr. Smith. The election is drawing near, have you decided on your vote? If you haven't, please let the Republic party make the most of your precious vote. Thank you and have a nice day.
Kaede looked at the answering machine with what might have been a faint smile on her face. It was nice to hear the message Garcian always heard. In fact, now that she came to think of it, it was nice to be here without having to shoot down giggling abominations. The trailer might have been small, but she wasn't here often enough to get bored of it.
The redhead turned away from the machine and walked towards the blue couch. The floor was cold under her bare feet, but that didn't bother her much. She'd walked across plenty of surfaces that had been colder, harder and, on occassion, slippier and squishier than this. After she sat down, she stretched herself lazily, allowing a lot of hitherto unnoticed tension to drain from her body.
What to do, what to do?
Kaede lay down on her back, her right hand idly wandering across the blood-stained white dress that was her only garment. She could always change her makeup, but she wasn't really feeling in the mood. It'd be pointless anyway. Too much effort, not enough reward. No. Today... Well, if she'd be given the time, today she was going to relax.
Smiling vaguely to herself, Kaede let her wandering hand move towards her chest and allowed to caress her right breast through the fabric of her little blood-stained dress. She hissed a little at the sensation, feeling it warm her barely-clothed body. How long had it been since she'd last felt anything even remotely like this? She couldn't remember. Too long then.
She reached up and slid one thin strap off her shoulder, allowing her to pull down her blood-stained dress enough to reveal one of her modest breasts. She gasped just a little when she brushed it with her fingertips. Her breasts weren't normally this sensitive, but it really had been far, far too long since she'd been let out like this. Even the lightest touch echoed heavily through her deprived body. She couldn't imagine what it would be like once she got to...
No. Let's not think about that just yet.
Kaede moved two fingers over her soft and sensitive skin, feeling them leave a trail of heat in their wake. Her hand moved down to the curve, gripped and squeezed softly while her thumb continued to rub against her skin. Her body actually trembled a little and she very nearly moaned. Her chest began to heave just a little as her breathing deepened and her arousal grew. She slowly moved her hand up and took her nipple between two fngers. She inhaled sharply and her back arched slightly when she felt the thin shiver of pleasure run through her. She breathed out slowly and forced her body to relax again while she kept teasing her nipple and playing with her breast.
Tweaking and caressing and squeezing, Kaede slowly teased herself into ever hotter arousal until her casual toying with herself no longer goaded her inner fire into burning any hotter. A shame, really. She'd been so sensitive just a very short while ago. And now she needed more... intense stimulation... if she really wanted to feed her lust. Which she did.
Squirming with happy anticipation, Kaede let her hand slide down her blood-stained dress and pulled up the hem just enough to take her cock out from under the white-and-red garment. If there had been any outsiders to see her, they might've wondered how the petite Japanese-American had been able to hide even a very small penis underneath her short, tight blood-stained dress, not to mention this very reasonably-sized one. But then, they'd be outsiders. They wouldn't know about the blood of the Smiths.
Kaede licked her lips when she brushed against her member with her fingertips. She wasn't as hard as she could be, but she certainly wasn't as soft as she could be either. She leisurely trailed her fingers up down her shaft. She didn't want to stimulate herself too much just yet. She wanted this to last. Well... until the moment she didn't want this to last, of course. Still, even with these soft strokes did she feel her thick blood beginning to fill her cock, making her entire body feel beautifully hot. Part of her considered backing off and not allow herself to become erect, so that she might play with herself even longer. But the problem with that was that she wouldn't become erect.
Once she'd become hard enough for her, Kaede wrapped her fingers around her shaft. They felt first cold, then hot on her skin. She began moving her hand up and down, still slowly, though also slightly faster than the way she'd stroked herself before. Up and down her hand went, a warm wave of pleasure washing through her with every motion, until her erection pointed at the ceiling, standing out vertically from her horizontal body.
Kaede felt her eyes become heavy and she sighed heavily with a mixture of lust and contentment. No images filled her mind. No fantasies of beautiful women who wore a belt for a bra or any handsome men. Right now, fantasy would get in the way of the experiences of her body. All that mattered was her stroking hand and the pleasure that gave her. Changing those feelings into a background for some porno on the television in her mind would cheapen them.
Kaede's lips parted and she moaned. The slow moving of her hand became less so. It was absurd, in a way. When she hadn't been pleasured much, she was fine giving herself little pleasure. But once she experienced more of it, she needed to give herself more of it. Her grip on herself tightened and she actually began to feel her wrist making her hand move. Her body began squirming on the blue couch and her breathing changed into panting.
Now images did began invading her mind. She couldn't stop them. The more her pleasure grew, the more it fed her lust and the more control over her own body and mind was taken away from her. The images she saw in the darkness behind her eyes were no fantasy crafted by an aroused reason, they were the confused bursts of lust seeking an outlet. Scattered scenes of open-mouthed women and thrusting men followed one after the other without rhyme or reason; a parade of naked bodies she wouldn't mind fucking crowded in front of her in one incoherent jumble. But above that, she was lying on the ceiling, looking down at her partially-exposed body squirming on the blue couch, moaning as she jerked herself off.
The images left again as quickly as the had come, seemingly taking the rest of her conscious mind with them. Kaede was increasingly less aware of anything, save her rigid cock and the burning heat crowding her. Her breathing deteriorated more and more until she was panting like a dog in heat, her body writhing like some monkey's. Everything moved in what seemed like an attempt to escape her own pleasure. Her head twisted sharply to the left and right, her left arm flailed until her hand gripped the back of the blue couch, her torso squirmed and undulated, her hips thrust up, then fell back and her legs kicked futilely. The only part of her body that didn't move was her rigid cock and even there, the skin moved rapidly up and down as she kept stroking herself faster and faster, because the only thing better than escaping her own pleasure was not escaping it.
Kaede's breath suddenly caught in her throat when her heat clenched her lungs, but it was only for a moment. A mere brief silence before the fireworks. Her breath soon returned to her and she screamed with pleasure. She planted her bare feet on the couch so she could really thrust her hips into the air when she finally came for the first time in far too long. The orgasm crashed through her, hot and desperate and wonderful while in her hand her climaxing cock shot its load, splattering across her blood-stained dress, her exposed breast, even her lips. Kaede barely noticed any of it, too caught up in the pleasurable beauty.
Calm eventually returned to her and Kaede relaxed until she was once again lying normally on the blue couch. She licked her lips, scooping up the globs of her own seed with her tongue and not minding the taste. She sighed happily and let go of her softening cock, letting her hand rest on her semen-stained dress.
It was nice to be out for once.
And while she was feeling happy and relaxed for once, it occurred to her that she might be happier and even more relaxed after she'd enjoyed some company.
Kaede raised her arm and sliced her wrist.
The phone rang.
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
FANDOM: Killer7
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Killer7 or any of its characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: Hurts, doesn't it?
* * * * *
Please leave your message after the tone.
Hello Mr. Smith. The election is drawing near, have you decided on your vote? If you haven't, please let the Republic party make the most of your precious vote. Thank you and have a nice day.
Kaede looked at the answering machine with what might have been a faint smile on her face. It was nice to hear the message Garcian always heard. In fact, now that she came to think of it, it was nice to be here without having to shoot down giggling abominations. The trailer might have been small, but she wasn't here often enough to get bored of it.
The redhead turned away from the machine and walked towards the blue couch. The floor was cold under her bare feet, but that didn't bother her much. She'd walked across plenty of surfaces that had been colder, harder and, on occassion, slippier and squishier than this. After she sat down, she stretched herself lazily, allowing a lot of hitherto unnoticed tension to drain from her body.
What to do, what to do?
Kaede lay down on her back, her right hand idly wandering across the blood-stained white dress that was her only garment. She could always change her makeup, but she wasn't really feeling in the mood. It'd be pointless anyway. Too much effort, not enough reward. No. Today... Well, if she'd be given the time, today she was going to relax.
Smiling vaguely to herself, Kaede let her wandering hand move towards her chest and allowed to caress her right breast through the fabric of her little blood-stained dress. She hissed a little at the sensation, feeling it warm her barely-clothed body. How long had it been since she'd last felt anything even remotely like this? She couldn't remember. Too long then.
She reached up and slid one thin strap off her shoulder, allowing her to pull down her blood-stained dress enough to reveal one of her modest breasts. She gasped just a little when she brushed it with her fingertips. Her breasts weren't normally this sensitive, but it really had been far, far too long since she'd been let out like this. Even the lightest touch echoed heavily through her deprived body. She couldn't imagine what it would be like once she got to...
No. Let's not think about that just yet.
Kaede moved two fingers over her soft and sensitive skin, feeling them leave a trail of heat in their wake. Her hand moved down to the curve, gripped and squeezed softly while her thumb continued to rub against her skin. Her body actually trembled a little and she very nearly moaned. Her chest began to heave just a little as her breathing deepened and her arousal grew. She slowly moved her hand up and took her nipple between two fngers. She inhaled sharply and her back arched slightly when she felt the thin shiver of pleasure run through her. She breathed out slowly and forced her body to relax again while she kept teasing her nipple and playing with her breast.
Tweaking and caressing and squeezing, Kaede slowly teased herself into ever hotter arousal until her casual toying with herself no longer goaded her inner fire into burning any hotter. A shame, really. She'd been so sensitive just a very short while ago. And now she needed more... intense stimulation... if she really wanted to feed her lust. Which she did.
Squirming with happy anticipation, Kaede let her hand slide down her blood-stained dress and pulled up the hem just enough to take her cock out from under the white-and-red garment. If there had been any outsiders to see her, they might've wondered how the petite Japanese-American had been able to hide even a very small penis underneath her short, tight blood-stained dress, not to mention this very reasonably-sized one. But then, they'd be outsiders. They wouldn't know about the blood of the Smiths.
Kaede licked her lips when she brushed against her member with her fingertips. She wasn't as hard as she could be, but she certainly wasn't as soft as she could be either. She leisurely trailed her fingers up down her shaft. She didn't want to stimulate herself too much just yet. She wanted this to last. Well... until the moment she didn't want this to last, of course. Still, even with these soft strokes did she feel her thick blood beginning to fill her cock, making her entire body feel beautifully hot. Part of her considered backing off and not allow herself to become erect, so that she might play with herself even longer. But the problem with that was that she wouldn't become erect.
Once she'd become hard enough for her, Kaede wrapped her fingers around her shaft. They felt first cold, then hot on her skin. She began moving her hand up and down, still slowly, though also slightly faster than the way she'd stroked herself before. Up and down her hand went, a warm wave of pleasure washing through her with every motion, until her erection pointed at the ceiling, standing out vertically from her horizontal body.
Kaede felt her eyes become heavy and she sighed heavily with a mixture of lust and contentment. No images filled her mind. No fantasies of beautiful women who wore a belt for a bra or any handsome men. Right now, fantasy would get in the way of the experiences of her body. All that mattered was her stroking hand and the pleasure that gave her. Changing those feelings into a background for some porno on the television in her mind would cheapen them.
Kaede's lips parted and she moaned. The slow moving of her hand became less so. It was absurd, in a way. When she hadn't been pleasured much, she was fine giving herself little pleasure. But once she experienced more of it, she needed to give herself more of it. Her grip on herself tightened and she actually began to feel her wrist making her hand move. Her body began squirming on the blue couch and her breathing changed into panting.
Now images did began invading her mind. She couldn't stop them. The more her pleasure grew, the more it fed her lust and the more control over her own body and mind was taken away from her. The images she saw in the darkness behind her eyes were no fantasy crafted by an aroused reason, they were the confused bursts of lust seeking an outlet. Scattered scenes of open-mouthed women and thrusting men followed one after the other without rhyme or reason; a parade of naked bodies she wouldn't mind fucking crowded in front of her in one incoherent jumble. But above that, she was lying on the ceiling, looking down at her partially-exposed body squirming on the blue couch, moaning as she jerked herself off.
The images left again as quickly as the had come, seemingly taking the rest of her conscious mind with them. Kaede was increasingly less aware of anything, save her rigid cock and the burning heat crowding her. Her breathing deteriorated more and more until she was panting like a dog in heat, her body writhing like some monkey's. Everything moved in what seemed like an attempt to escape her own pleasure. Her head twisted sharply to the left and right, her left arm flailed until her hand gripped the back of the blue couch, her torso squirmed and undulated, her hips thrust up, then fell back and her legs kicked futilely. The only part of her body that didn't move was her rigid cock and even there, the skin moved rapidly up and down as she kept stroking herself faster and faster, because the only thing better than escaping her own pleasure was not escaping it.
Kaede's breath suddenly caught in her throat when her heat clenched her lungs, but it was only for a moment. A mere brief silence before the fireworks. Her breath soon returned to her and she screamed with pleasure. She planted her bare feet on the couch so she could really thrust her hips into the air when she finally came for the first time in far too long. The orgasm crashed through her, hot and desperate and wonderful while in her hand her climaxing cock shot its load, splattering across her blood-stained dress, her exposed breast, even her lips. Kaede barely noticed any of it, too caught up in the pleasurable beauty.
Calm eventually returned to her and Kaede relaxed until she was once again lying normally on the blue couch. She licked her lips, scooping up the globs of her own seed with her tongue and not minding the taste. She sighed happily and let go of her softening cock, letting her hand rest on her semen-stained dress.
It was nice to be out for once.
And while she was feeling happy and relaxed for once, it occurred to her that she might be happier and even more relaxed after she'd enjoyed some company.
Kaede raised her arm and sliced her wrist.
The phone rang.