Archive of Our Own

“These monsters are so dumb, ” March 7th complained. Her voice was a touch petulant, like an annoyed child. The Firespawn shrieked and cackled at her, but it didn’t take much more than a modicum of effort for the pink-haired girl to line up a shot and pierce it through with an arrow. Whatever it was, exactly, that March fired from her bow was nebulous, but there was no denying its efficacy.

“Less talk,” Dan Heng told her, “more concentration.”

His voice was cool and smooth, very much without inflection. There was no telling what he thought at any given point, and maybe, that was what made him so precise with his spear. He spun and swished and stabbed and all sorts of other adjectives while fighting the monsters spilling out of the fragmentum. Easy, precise, smooth, like a leaf floating on the wind, his every jab lethal to the extreme.

“Uhm, like, have you seen how many there are?!” March huffed. “Gosh, here I was, hoping for a nice, easy walk in the, Uhm, uncomfortably warm underworld mine-place-thing -”

“March, please, ” Dan Heng sighed in the closest voice he got to frustration. “We’re here to contain the calyxis before the monsters do anything.”

“I know,” March complained. She always moved alongside Dan Heng, smoothly fitting into the gap he created. They had a good harmony together, suited for people that fought beside one another for a decent length of time. “But don’t tell me that! Tell her! ”

March pointed an accusatory, judgemental finger at Stelle. Stelle, the host of the Herta Space Station Stellaron, the woman dressed in fashionably lazy office clothes and a feathery, shaggy cut of gray hair, and the apparent lead of their current expedition to Jarilo-VI. The woman who was, right then, standing there in the middle of the cavern with her glowing ‘bat’ resting by her side and her face buried in her smartphone.

“Stelle isn’t even helping us fight!” March complained. “She’s on her phone!”

Stelle looked up from her smartphone. “I was looking through my messages.”

Dan Heng breathed out through his nose whilst simultaneously skewering another Flamespawn. “One would argue that this is not the time to be looking at your phone.”

Stelle furrowed her listless brow in the man’s direction. “One would say that?”

“It’s a turn of phrase -”

“Don’t look at your phone while we’re fighting!” March interrupted with a huff. She skipped back to avoid another of the bird-like Spawns, then pulled on a nonexistent bowstring to arm a barely-existent arrow of ice. “Geez, even I know that!””

“No, you don’t,” said Dan Heng. “You’re always taking selfies at the worst times.”

The fragmentum contracted and spat out a Flamespawn, this time aimed directly at Stele’s face. Quickly, smoothly, she grabbed the end of her bat, pulled it into a comfortable grip, and, one handed, twirled it around. She twisted on her axis and spun; she made a direct, solid hit with the monster, a solid thunk, and for a moment, it felt like her blow hit flesh and bone and sinew.

But then it felt like passing through gelatin, and the monster began to rapidly collapse and dissolve into constituent parts - monster fragments, useful materials to synthesize, but not much else. As with all Stellaron corruption, whatever it created was almost ephemeral, like a vague mimicry and replacement for life. In the current world, it did not sustain itself. 

“Oh, yeah?” March protested. “Name once. ”

“...Yesterday, you took a selfie with Stormbringer while it was trying to impale us both.”

“That was one time - ”

“-That is, in fact, what you asked, yes -”

Stelle’s phone buzzed. She looked down again, hoisted up her smartphone, and pushed her bat down. She had to flick through her apps with her index finger to try and corral them all; she had lots of stuff on her phone. Dan Heng looked at it, once, and called her a kleptomaniac. March had… well, she was responsible for most of the apps. Only, this time, it wasn’t one of her myriad apps making her phone buzz, but that of an incoming message.

“Wait, wait,” Stelle interrupted the two of them. “I got a text, just a sec.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” March 7th groaned. “Stelle! You’re too hot to be this dense!”

Dan Heng made a noise. “What does that have to do with anything?”

March appeared even more annoyed by that. “Oh, my gosh! ”

Stelle took her messages very seriously. After all, apparently, she’d been signed up for every group message across the Herta Station and every spam chat across the underworld, or something like that. She was pretty sure that someone - Asta, maybe - had used her personal info online, or something, and leaked it out. She got plenty of random messages from random people, and she rather liked listening in on their chatrooms like some vampire.

It allowed her to vicariously live through others, find entertainment in the spam, and make some sense of her topsy-turvy life.

Only, it wasn’t random spam at that time, but a message from a friend. She -

“Uhm!” March piped up. “We’ve got a Weaver! The Imaginary ones!”

“Hey,” said Stelle. “I got a message from Himeko.”

“STELLE!”

Stelle looked at the contact: the face of a gorgeous redheaded woman with eyes of glimmering gold, or perhaps amber, or some other colour that Stelle really didn't know about. Himeko’s profile bio read I can survive without water, but coffee is my lifeblood. As amusing as it was, Stelle knew it to be true. The woman drank so much coffee that Stelle was fairly sure if she cut her wrist, she’d bleed pure, undiluted black coffee.

Himeko:

>I tried the coffee beans you brought me last time.

That was what the message read. Attached was a picture of a warm, still yet steaming cup of coffee, the colour a nice, rich chocolate. Stelle smiled faintly at the sight of it. She’d found the beans in a lavish house in the upper city of Belobog, despite the apparent coffee shortage in the city itself. She’d swiped the beans and brought them to Himeko on the assumption she would like them, which, it seemed, she did. 

Stelle:

>Looks like a nice brew.

She smiled as she texted and idly avoided the burning spit of another of the Flamespawns. 

Himeko:

>Maybe it is indeed a nice brew.

Stelle scrunched up her nose. She wasn’t sure if the remark was teasing, or flirty, or just an older woman being naturally coy. It was curious. She wasn’t sure what the best sort of response was, so she spent a few seconds thinking about it.

Stelle:

>Anyone else got a taste?

It was a decently neutral response, and she followed it up with a cute emoji of a serious, curious Pom-Pom. All around her, Dan Heng and March were finishing up with the latest wave of terrors, cutting back on the fragmentum corruption significantly. Textbook work, so simple it wasn’t worth the troubles of their payment afterward.

Himeko’s reply was quick in coming.

>Not yet, everyone’s still out and about.

Then, a pause, and another quick message.

>I would like to hear your opinion first. When are you free?

Stelle raised both of her gray eyebrows. She looked at the messages, her curiosity - and something more hopeful in her chest - piqued. She looked around at the battle with the Fragmentum monsters, and she examined her fighting companions. She looked at her bat, still glowing with energy, and then back over to her phone. 

She typed decisively. She didn’t know if Himeko was being friendly, being her usual self, or trying out some coy flirting, but Stelle followed a simple rule: nothing lost, nothing gained. She didn’t mind trying to up the ante herself and putting out a flirtatious remark of her own, like dangling a fishhook out into a lake. 

Stelle:

>Maybe I’m outside your door right now.

Himeko quickly responded with the emoji of a glimmering Pom-Pom holding a thumbs-up.

Another pause, and then a message that made Stelle’s lips curl up. 

Himeko:

>Come on, you lucky young lady.

Stelle grinned to herself. Oh. Huh. Maybe she is flirting with me? And if she wants me to go over for a taste of the blend… hm.

She replied with another over-eager Pom-Pom emoji of her own. Then, she clicked her screen off, put it back in her pocket, and hefted up her bat.

“Be right back, guys,” she told her two companions. “Gotta go see Himeko for a sec.”

“You - what?” March looked at her. “What?! ” She waved her bow frantically at her. “Stelle - hey, Stelle! Oh, you gotta be kidding me -”

Dan Heng sighed. “You two are both going to give me an aneurysm.”

It took some time to get back to the Astral Express, then get herself in front of Himeko’s room in any way that seemed polite. Naturally, she freshened up a bit to look good, because no matter what, you didn’t go to Himeko looking like a slob. So, she’d tucked her jacket in a bit more than usual, she’d straightened her skirt, she’d washed her face, and she’d more or less gotten her white shirt into something a bit more tame.

Even if it was just to try out coffee, Stelle was a believer in looking good for gorgeous women. She knocked on the door thrice, in a sing-song beat that March had shown her for no real apparent reason. She waited, patient and calm, her face as inexpressive, and her posture as impassive, as always.

The door opened smoothly. The scent of coffee and coffee grain hit her nose instantly, like an overpowering, fragrant aura. With it came the more gentle scent of wood, a faint puff of perfume, and then, more oddly, something like machine oil. It was a very strange blend, but Stelle didn’t mind. It wasn’t like the overpowering smell of cotton candy and rainbows that spilled out of March’s room, at least.

“Look at that,” Himeko said in a warm, smooth voice. “You really did come. Here, I half-thought you would forget.”

Stelle half-grinned at Himeko. As always, the resident engineer of the Astral Express made for quite the sight. She was tall in her black heels, clearing a good few inches on Stelle. She was marvellously tall, in fact, and with a gorgeous head of red hair that was to die for. Set in elegant curls and waves that ran all the way to the small of her back, Himeko’s hair was a colour not too far off from the beautiful setting sun. 

The rest of her was just as beautiful. Her face, almost goddess-like in appearance, was all narrow, fine bones, and sharp, refined lines, like an astral queen. Her eyes were a shining shade of gold, much like the flowery accessories she had in her hair. It all led down to a slender, elegant neck, which blended into a far less slender and far more pronounced neckline.

In a word, Himeko had curves. Stelle knew that from the very first moment she laid eyes on her, and that did not change at any point after. She was all woman, and it showed. Her neckline was low and plunging, presenting a chest that was almost mountainous in scope. Her breasts were simply massive, each one more than a handful, and when presented by such a revealing neckline, showed off a cleavage so wonderful and so deep that Stelle could bury her face there and never come out.

Everything else was all smooth, rolling curvature, blending down to legs so long they made the heart palpitate. All of that, all of Himeko, was locked into a beautiful dress, like some high-class ballgown. It caressed her body and tucked it away, yet showed off more than enough to make it apparent that Himeko wasn’t there to be some reserved princess. The slits of the dress showed off her thighs, and those black shorts beneath, with every step, and her neckline was simply nonexistent.

When Himeko raised her arms, it was a sultry vision of gently-bobbing sideboob. When she moved, her chest just gently quivered in her dress, as if trying to escape. It was meant to look sexy, Stelle knew that. Maybe, it might have been slutty, but with Himeko’s natural poise and beauty, she pulled it off effortlessly. She was, in a word, just gorgeous, and Stelle couldn't help but admire.

“I don’t think I could ever forget,” Stelle said idly, almost impassively, while her eyes drank up all that cleavage.

She can’t have anything on under that, Stelle thought idly. No bra, for sure. And that beauty mark… ah, the simple pleasures of life…

Himeko winked playfully. “My eyes are up here, Trailblazer.”

“I know, thanks,” Stelle said without a modicum of inflection in her voice. “They’re beautiful, too.”

Himeko laughed. “Goodness, you’re adorably blunt.”

Stelle’s lips curved up as she looked at Himeko. “You promised me coffee?”

“I don’t think I promised any such thing…” Himeko made a gesture with her hand. “But by all means, come on in, little-miss-lucky.”

“I do feel like I’ve won the lottery,” Stelle remarked wryly as she stepped inside. 

While Himeko closed the door behind her, the Trailblazer scanned her eyes around the room she’d never before been in. It was, in a word, mature. It was all clean, crisp lines of elegant wood, chased through with bars of spun gold. The floor was a mahogany-like wood, almost coffee-stained in colour, while the walls were panels of a lighter, richer wood, set in blocks outlined by gold bands.

The room itself was almost raised in tiers, each one just a bare nudge above the other. The ‘main floor’, from the door, stretched out to the Astral Express’s window, showing the darkness of space beyond. It was all refined and elegant, with a coffee table by the window, plenty of dressers, vanities, and other such mature things for a woman of Himeko’s stature. Her infamous personal coffee machine was there, and a class case beyond displayed a myriad of beans and blends for use.

Set on a slightly higher tear, and contained by a balcony, a was a princess-like four-poster bed. The sheets were a clean white, and the comforter a smooth, warm cream. It looked soft, squishy, and elegant, and a far cry from March 7ths’ plushie-strewn fantasy. It wasn’t all clean, though, and the lowest ‘tier’ of the room, contained by railings that looked more like hazard warnings, was a literal machine shop.

Or something like it, but the tables were industrial-quality polymer and lined with graphing paper and totally crammed with machine parts. Drone bits, drones, sawblades, tools, utensils, oils, guns, other such weapons. There were control panels for the Express’s main armaments, and then remotes and processors for the orbital lasers it could deploy at a click of Himeko’s smartphone. It looked like a nightmare, which contrasted horribly, and therefore amazingly, with the rest of the room.

“Huh.” Stelle looked around. “Nice place.”

Himeko laughed gently as she walked behind her. Each step had her heels clink across the smooth wood, and her dress trailed after her like a lovesick puppy. When Stelle looked over to her, she could only admire how each step flashed just a smidge more of those beautiful, creamy thighs.

“I’m glad that you like it,” Himeko said, her voice as rolling and smooth as always. “Come on, make yourself at home.”

Stelle did exactly that. She pulled her coat off and swung it around, then folded it over her arm. She followed Himeko to her coffee table right by the window of the Express; just below the sill was a dresser of smooth, polished wood, the top barren and empty. There was a coffee pot on the table and one cup, and nothing more. No confections, no other cups, just the one. 

Stelle folded her coat over the back of the closet chair. Himeko sat herself down before Stelle even got around, so she wasn’t able to even play the part of the ‘gentleman’ for her. She rather doubted someone like Himeko needed that, however. She watched as the redhead sat herself down so elegantly, crossed one leg over the other in a thigh-flashing sweep, and then licked her lips just a smidge when red hair was tossed over a fine, bare shoulder.

“I really do want to thank you for the beans,” Himeko told her. “They’re something special. They’ve got a wonderful taste to them.”

“I’m glad,” Stelle offered gently. When Himeko sat like that, with her shoulders back, she always looked regal. Beautiful, stunning, and, of course, busty as sin, with a rack on her that drew the eyes in all the wrong - but best - of ways. “When I saw them, I instantly thought of you.”

Himeko laughed gently. She reached out to pick up the coffee pot, and Stelle took the time to sit down with nervous energy. She wasn’t usually nervous at all. She still really wasn’t nervous, either. It was more just the energy of the moment, the fact that she was invited into a gorgeous woman’s room under vaguely flirtatious circumstances, that made her feel so emotional.

“That’s sweet,” Himeko cooed. “Though… March told me it got you all in trouble with the Silverman guards. Robbery, and all that.”

“I… only take partial responsibility for that,” Stelle said stoically. “That’s not all on me.”

“No?” Himeko raised a red eyebrow in amusement. 

“Nope,” Stelle replied without elaboration.

“A girl of few words,” Himeko remarked. “Just what goes on in that mysterious brain of yours?”

You’re beautiful, her mind was thinking. You’ve got gorgeous tits. I like the way your coffee smells. I hope your bed is as comfortable as it looks. I wonder if my friends are okay down on the planet.

“Nothing, really,” Stelle replied passively. “Just how excited I am to be your taste-tester.”

Himeko smiled at her. She even smiled beautifully. “A girl after my own heart - I like that.”

“You’re the one that made the coffee sound so mysterious,” Stelle pointed out. She gestured at the cup with a gloved hand. “You got me interested.”

Himeko winked at her. “Let’s just say the interest works both ways.”

Himeko started to pour the coffee out into her little saucer of a cup. At the same time, Stelle started to remove her gloves, just to be polite. She also tried not to stare into Himeko’s well-poised cleavage, but given that it was basically just above the table and directly in front of the Trailblazer, that proved tenuous. Himeko’s beauty mark right amidst her fluffy cleavage was a hell of a thing, after all.

“Yeah?” Stelle asked, watching as Himeko filled up the cup with warm, rich liquid. It did look good, and it smelled wonderful, too. “Why’s that?”

“Oh, let’s see… handsome Stellaron-in-female-skin, dashing in combat, utterly inelegant, almost comically charming. It’s a fun combination.” Himeko gently put the coffee pot back in its spot. “Oh, and thoughtful, too.”

Stelle playfully waggled her brows. “That’s a lot of compliments from the beautiful Ms. Himeko. Are you buttering me up?”

“Not at all,” Himeko hummed. She looked up, then, and locked eyes. “What kind of coffee drinker are you?”

“One milk, one sugar,” Stelle said, eyes locked in turn.

She liked the way that Himeko giggled.

“Thank goodness,” the older beauty said. “If you told me triple-triple like March, I’d have a heart-attack.”

Stelle watched the redhead add milk to the cup, then a single cube of sugar. “That wouldn’t be so bad.”

Himeko stared, eyebrows flicked up in confused amusement. At the same time, she inserted a slender gold spoon into the mixture and began to twirl it around. “Stelle…”

Stelle laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean, if you had a heart-attack, then I’d have to give you mouth to mouth, right?”

Himeko snorted, chortled, and shook her head. Even that movement made her breasts bob ever-so-slightly. “As I said - bluntly charming.”

“I try.”

“The inelegance is an acquired taste,” Himeko drawled out gently. At the same time, she removed a slender golden spoon from the coffee she’d been stirring and tapped it thrice against the rim. She set it down, careful and poised, and then waved her hand over the lip of the coffee cup. 

Stelle shrugged a bit playfully. “Acquired, huh?”

“Like black coffee,” Himeko said with a smile. She gently wrapped her fingers around the cup of coffee and hoisted it up, while, at the same time, leaning back in her seat. She crossed one leg over the other again, shifting her pretty white dress and flashing those gold-lined black shorts beneath. 

“That’s… really acquired.”

“I’m a picky woman.” Himeko winked and saluted with the cup of coffee she had by her face. The solitary cup of coffee, and the one that Stelle assumed had been meant for her. Except, it wasn’t being offered to her. It was in Himeko’s hand, in the air, and not in front of her. The gray-haired Trailblazer stared with some amusement, her lips quirked up, not quite sure of herself.

Stelle waved her hand. “I thought I was here to try out your blend? Be the first?”

“You are,” Himeko said warmly.

“There’s only one cup of coffee,” Stelle chuckled. “And it’s in your hand. Or… is this like Asta’s pet play?”

“It’s only for you,” Himeko told her. “There’s… simply more than one way to sample coffee, isn’t there?”

“You’re the expert on drinking coffee,” Stelle replied, still watching Himeko’s hands. “I’m just a prospective tester.”

“I imagine,” Himeko drawled, “That you’re familiar with the concept of body shots?”

Stelle raised a brow. “I mean, I -”

She stopped speaking, but her mouth still moved in a rather mechanical, almost autopilot sort of way. She watched, somewhat shocked, as Himeko tilted that cup of hot coffee over her chest. Right in front of Stelle’s eyes, Himeko poured out the coffee she had just made onto her breasts - right over her tits, just like that. Hot coffee hit those beautiful, round curves, and immediately the lush, snowy mountain-peaks in rich brown colour.

It rolled down the slopes of her breasts like something out of a poem, and it rushed down her cleavage all at once. Coffee stained Himeko’s perfect white skin in a near-velvety rush, and it still, even then, gently steamed in the open air. Stelle mashed her suddenly too-dry mouth together, lips smacking, her tongue moving, trying to just lather it up. She wasn’t actually sure what to say or do as she watched Himeko trickle coffee over her tits, and her brain more or less refused to think tangible, coherent thoughts right then. 

“Uhm,” Stelle said poignantly. “Isn’t that… hot?”

“I’m good with heat, ” Himeko drawled out as she poured coffee down her tits, “and Trailblazers are resistant to the elements. You know.”

Stelle did know, given their time in the frozen tundra outside of Belobog.

“You’re going to stain your skin,” she said a bit more thickly, her voice dry, her throat thick. She knew that she was seeing the weirdest fucking thing in her life, but it was also easily the hottest damn thing, too. 

“Well, then,” Himeko almost purred. “You’d better clean me up nice and fast, hm…?”

Stelle surged forward. She kicked her shoes off and moved around the table, not really thinking, just moving on instinct, arousal, and desire. She practically slipped herself into Himeko’s lap and focused her gaze on that now coffee-stained cleavage; the longer she stared, the more she could see coffee bubbling amidst the slopes of smooth skin. With the idea of body shots stuck in her head, and with it, a breath came out of the depths of her throat, she leaned in, just like that.

“That’s a good girl, ” Himeko giggled as Stelle unceremoniously dropped her head and did what she had wanted to do the entire time: bury her face in Himeko’s glorious cleavage. “I have high hopes for that sarcastic tongue of yours.”

It wasn’t as if Stelle knew what she was doing, but thankfully, she didn’t have to really know. She had coffee-stained cleavage ahead of her, and like a good girl, she did exactly what she was told. Immediately, she pressed a hot, sloppy kiss around the rounded peak of a breast, her lips sinking into the smoothness of coffee-slicked flesh. She tasted it in her mouth, and with lustful gusto, she suckled it right up into her mouth.

With a hot, wet noise, akin to eating out of a cup of noodles, she slurped up coffee from the lush, rounded peak. It was still warm, still hot, and sweet to the tongue; delectable. She moved in, pressing those wet, messy kisses along Himeko’s chest, clearing out one amazing peak before sliding over to the other. She dusted a fine beauty mark with her lustful attentions, finally fulfilling her wishes.

Himeko let out a soft moan at her touch. Stelle, without really understanding the situation at all, pressed down harder. She suckled at those perfectly soft mounds of flesh; she loved the way they squished against her lips, how they dipped so pliantly. They were just perfect, and she couldn’t resist them. She grabbed at their lush flanks with her hands and hefted Himeko’s cleavage up entirely, drawing out another giggle for her efforts.

“Ohhh, that’s what I like to see…”

Stelle ran her tongue over those rounded peaks, pretty much licking the doughy cleavage on display before her. That was, before she dove right back down and buried her face between those gorgeous mounds, just like she’d always wanted to do. She smacked her face down between coffee-covered skin and just started to go at her with tongues and laps, trying her hardest to clean up that fine, amazing skin.

It was too much, too deep. Himeko’s cleavage was mountainous, and there was no way for Stelle to force her way down. It was almost comical, really, but she didn’t mind it. They were the best tits she’d ever felt in her life, and they were just so soft, so pliant, that it was insane. It sent dizzy thoughts through her head, reducing her body-shots to mere breast-worship.

That was, until Himeko purred out a suggestion. “You can’t get a good taste of that blend with my dress still on, Stelle.”

The dress itself was already starting to soak up coffee, so it had to go anyhow - and they both worked together to make it happen. Himeko shrugged off the shoulder straps while Stelle quickly dragged it down, and immediately, those gorgeous, fluffy mounds of titty were shown off in all their glory. Naturally, there was barely anything left to the imagination already, but seeing them barren for the first time sent Stelle’s brain into full on ‘lizard mode’.

Perfectly rounded, amazing in size, they were two gorgeous, heavy swells of flesh, something like melons - if Stelle was being silly about it, at least. They were the biggest, softest-looking tits she’d ever seen in her life, capped with the rosiest of nipples. It did not entirely captivate her attention, though. As she dragged Himeko’s dress down to her hips she revealed a swathe of flesh stained with drying coffee, all the way to just past her navel. 

“Be a good girl and clean all that up,” Himeko purred. “Get a good taste of it for me.”

“Yes, Mommy,” Stelle replied with husky finesse, and dove right down. She slapped the flat of her tongue below Himeko’s navel, right above the waistband of her strange black shorts, and dragged it straight up. She lapped along the length of the woman’s perfect skin, lapping away at her from top to bottom. She drank up the coffee staining her skin in that one broad lick, but it was nowhere near enough.

Himeko sighed at her touch, but Stelle simply nuzzled down and kept at her work without acknowledgment. She licked a path right back down, trailing along skin stained with both saliva and coffee, and moved with sloppy determination. Her tongue curled against Himeko’s navel before slipping against it, pulling up the taste of coffee. She slurped at that little button-hole, drawing out another sigh; then moved up again, nuzzling at all that perfect skin.

She licked all the way back up between Himeko’s chest, diving into the curves of her cleavage with unabashed passion. That time, her hands matched her enthusiasm. She reached up, grabbed them by their undersides, and hefted with her palms. She groped their delicious, heavy weights, each one near as significant as her bat itself, and pushed. Her fingers dug into that soft expanse with relish, while her mouth went down with unabashed passion.

Stelle buried her face between Himeko’s cleavage, tucked into the softness of her perfect skin. She sighed as she kissed and groped, shamelessly going down on her. There wasn’t much sense to it, but that hardly mattered. She did it to enjoy herself, to treat herself, and mostly, to appreciate someone that beautiful. Stelle -

“There’s a bit more where that came from,” Himeko hummed, interrupting Stelle’s inner thoughts. She looked up and saw Himeko tilting what was left of her cup over her chest - and once more, a rain of dark liquid flowed down. This time, it was a proper body shot, and one that Stelle matched happily. As coffee ran down, she was there to meet it; her tongue greeting the flowing fluid and quickly slurping it right up.

She pulled it into her mouth with hot, eager passion, but still felt some dribble down her chin. She moved with it, rolling past doughy underboob, then along the flat plane of her stomach. She moved down, nuzzling against soft, smooth skin, drawing along the leanness of Himeko’s belly. Stelle moved with shameless intent, cleaning flesh as best as she could, and pulling in all the wonderful tastes besides.

Himeko let out a low, breathy sigh. “How does it taste?”

“Guud,” Stelle murmured against the navel she suckled upon.

Himeko smiled. “And the coffee blend?”

Stelle pulled away with strings of saliva connecting her to Himeko’s skin. “Good, probably, I guess.”

Himeko laughed. From her position down below, Stelle had a rather amazing upward view of Himeko’s pretty face - and her almost-more-pretty underboob. “Would you like to get a taste of something e-”

“-Yes,” was her blunt reply.

Himeko smiled at her. “Then why don’t you take those off, hm…?”

Stelle looked down at Himeko’s ‘shorts’. They were high-waisted, low on the thighs, and very tight. They were frilly, too, and set down with an almost metallic gold banding. She had no idea how to start handling them, but she knew she wanted to.

“How do I even get these off?” Stelle huffed, but she was, even then, already pulling, her fingers curling against that tight waistband. She tried to roll them down, pulling them over Himeko’s broad hips, while the redhead herself offered a sultry little giggle at her touch.

“A girl as determined as you can do anything she sets her mind to,” Himeko purred. Still, she raised her hips just an inch above the chair, offering more room for Stelle to move. She pulled those shorts down as fast and as quick as she could, and Himeko did not seem to mind how rough it was or how much it might have chafed. “See?”

Stelle pulled Himeko’s shorts down to her ankles, and that was really all she had time to concentrate on. After all, she had a mostly-naked Himeko in front of her, wearing pretty much nothing but fine-strapped heels that were sure to last for about ten seconds more. Right in front of her, directly in her line of sight, was the exposed gap of Himeko’s core - that soft area between her legs, already flushed and ready for some attention.

Stelle swallowed hard, mouth wet with anticipation. “Should I taste-test this, too?”

Himeko grinned. “Like I said, I’d love to get your opinion first.”

Stelle leaned forward and settled smoothly on her knees. She stared directly ahead at those flush, flowery folds, and felt a tremor of anticipation fill her up. There was not a hint of hesitation in her breast, not a single iota of misplaced assurance. Sure, Stelle had no direct experience eating out pussy - or, at least, if she did have experience eating pussy, she definitely didn’t remember doing it anymore. Either way, that was not a factor for her and her eagerness, not one single bit. 

She had basically just woken up, after all, so everything was ‘new’ to her, in some sense. Himeko would be her technical first experience with eating out a grade-A woman, and that was one experience she was all too happy to bury herself right into. She leaned forward without shame, because there was no shame it feel whatsoever. She got right in there, and she simply went to task like the good girl she was.

Immediately, Stelle pressed a hot, wet kiss against the nub of Himko’s clit. She went straight for it, sliding in with wet ease, her mouth closing down against that rubbery mass of flesh with an eager little touch.s he sank into place, surrounded it with her mouth, and offered it a quick, but ringing, suckle. It was a fast thing, but Himeko purred at her touch all the same. The sound was hot and receptive, clearly enthusiastic and ready for more.

“Well, hello there,” Himeko giggled huskily. “Little miss Stelle knows what she's doing.”

Stelle pushed down and kissed at the woman’s clit, surrounding that rubbery nub with a passionate touch. Her first kiss was tentative and soft, but the second one was a bit stiffer and a bit more enthusiastic. She suckled stoically, applying firm, unyielding friction to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Himeko hummed, the sound deep and throaty, some mix between pleasure and optimistic curiosity. She was eager to see what Stelle could do, and where she was going with it.

Stelle could only move on instinct, and she was way too happy to do exactly that. She might not have known what to do, but her mouth moved in with passion all the same. Eating out a woman as fine and fantastic as Himeko was worth any sort of learning curve, and Stelle knew that deep in her bones. Her mouth moved in, her mouth nuzzling right down, leaning and laying into the gap between the fine woman’s amazing legs just like that.

Her mouth pressed into the curve of her slit, pushing her lips against those soft, inner folds. She presses a hot kiss against them all at once, then again, digging down with soft, wet intensity.y she leaned in and kissed at the line of Himeko’s core, running down the whiteness of her folds and the softness of the pink beyond – happy, eager, and enthusiastic, though the expression on her face did not change for anything at all.

Himeko let out a hum. “That’s the kind of initiative I like to see, Stelle.”

The redhead looked down at her with eager golden eyes, and Stelle offered a look back up with far more impassive ones on her own. Her lack of an expression didn’t match the way her mouth went down, pressing hot, wet kisses against the length of the woman’s core – sliding in against her snatch and drawing down with hot, eager passion. She kissed at the length of the woman’s slit without an ounce of hesitation to be found at all.

She buried her face between Himeko’s legs and just lapped at her core, pressing hot kisses down as best as she could. Her mouth plucked at the whiteness of folds, at the smoothness of lips, moving up and raking along the flush pink of her wet core. She slipped up to dust an inner thigh with her soft, sultry touches, and Himeko let out a little pur of approval for her efforts. Even those soft sounds were damned sexy to Stelle’s ears, and listening to them was an absolute pleasure.

The fact was, Stelle had the hottest woman she had yet to lay eyes on in front of her, legs spread, so there was nothing to do but get on her knees in worship. Her mouth moved up along an inner thigh again to go right back down on her, and she dug eagerly into that gap of smooth skin. Her lips closed around the sensitive bud of a clit to suckle, drawing out a tiny, breathy little sigh. Her mouth moved down to rake kisses over Himeko’s core, doing whatever she could to make it feel good.

“That’s what I like to see,” Himeko all but purred. “A girl that’s good on her knees.”

It was a silly remark, maybe, but it made Stelle’s spine prickle. With a little husky breath, she moved in and pressed down with her tongue. That wet, flexible length moved out to lap at Himeko’s plush softness, the tip of it running along textured, contoured pink – the smoothness of her folds, all at once. The flowery folds of her cunt were just perfect for her attention, and Stelle happily showered them with all the praise her mouth could muster.

Himeko sighed; a right, indulgent, enjoyable sound, and one that Stelle really liked to listen to. She herself husked against that wet, puffy pussy, and she sent her tongue sliding out without any hint of reservation. She lapped at the length of Himeko’s core in a manner much akin to a cat, her tongue moving without grace, yet with perfectly eager passion. She dove in and licked at her, flicking and pushing, her tongue rolling in lewd, sloppy arcs, all to please the princess ahead of her.

At least, that was the only way Stelle could think of Himeko. She looked like a princess, so the gray-haired woman ate her out like one. With eagerness, Stelle pushed with her tongue, rolling and flicking it against the wet expanse of a hot, ink pussy. Her tongue brushed against the smoothness of folds and rolled against that pert pinkness, offering tantalizing glimpses of pleasure. Himeko sighed gently, her voice curling at points, all indications of satisfaction.

“Not bad, Stelle,” Himeko complimented throatily. “I like that, actually. That’s really rather nice…”

Her voice trailed off in a husky beat. As Stelle watched, Himeko brought one of her hands up and grazed it along her stomach – almost trailing along her navel, her belly, toward her chest, with graceful fingers. She stopped by pinching her own nipple, then bending It again. More eagerly, a second later, she offered a huskier moan of approval. Then, she brought her hand up and squeezed at the softness of her own chest, digging her fingers lightly into that plush mound of flesh. 

Stelle found that to be a wholly gorgeous sight, that was for sure. She rather loved it, and she smirked to see it – but at the same time, worked her tongue against the wetness of her slit, pushing into it with loving, enjoyable intent. She curled against her and flicked, then applied a bit more pressure. She dug down into the soft pink expanse ahead of her, running her tongue across whatever was in reach. Little slurps and suckles left her mouth as she pushed down, the sounds all as eager as could be.       

HImeko moaned again, the sound soft and thick. She leaned back in her chair and massaged one of her full, heavy breasts in her hands, bending that fat and fluffy flesh around without much of a care or a thought. She squished gently, digging down, and bent the white of her skin out of shape. The other hand was – Stelle had to do a double take just to be sure, but the other hand hoisted up a petite teacup of coffee, another one, and was lifting it toward her lip. 

Himeko was drinking a cup of coffee while being eaten out, and if that wasn’t the most Himeko thing Stelle had ever seen, she didn’t know what was – and as it was, all the gray-haired Trailblazer had to do was stay on her knees and satisfy the older woman. Her mouth moved down in hot, hungry suckles, and her tongue moved on hot, enthusiastic rolls. She sent the muscle sliding up against the wet expanse of her slit, leaning right into it to trace every fold and petal that she could find.

She mapped them all out with her mouth, making Hiemko sigh while drinking her coffee. Stelle’s tongue dove in, caressed, and pulled out, and was ten swiftly chased by her mouth. She practically slurped at the woman’s beautiful pussy, her mouth applying a generous amount of friction each time it sank into place. Himeko seems to enjoy that, based on the way she sighed so happily against her coffee-cup. That only made it hotter, really.

“Oh, I like that, Stelle,” Himeko groaned. “That’s one good mouth…”

She leaned back a bit more, spread her thighs a bit more thoroughly, and bit her lip. She squeezed and massaged her chest with gentle, idle motions, all while she was eaten out on her chair. She sighed and groaned a bit more and more as that tongue lapped out, her breath hiking periodically whenever Stelle leaned in to suckle on her properly. The longer the Trailblazer went at it, the more efficient and bold her movements became, as if learning at a prodigious rate.

“That’s it,” Himeko spurred not even a moment later. “Oh, just like that, mhm…”

Stelle’s tongue moved to flick at her clit, then her mouth closed down to draw out a moan. She sent her tongue sliding, circling the fleshy hood of that pretty nub, before sinking back down to dig into her beautiful pussy. She suckled and slurped at her with unabashed passion, eating her out more like some wild beast than anything sensible – but that was fine. Himeko kept on moaning, kept on kneading her tit, and that was really all that mattered.

“Mhm…” Himeko moaned. “Yesss, that’s nice, yes, cutie, mhm…”

Her soft, breathy sounds of pleasure washed against the rim of her coffee cup in an almost comical way. She took another sip of her coffee, then almost spilled it on her next moan. Shakily, the gorgeous woman put it down, squeezed her breast harder, and then curled the fingers of her other hand against the armrest of her chair. She didn’t do anything more; she did not touch Stelle in the least. She let her work however she wanted, and accepted all of it.

“That’s good,” the redhead moaned out again. “Just like that, Stelle, get that tongue right in – oh, yes, right there, yes…!”

Stelle’s tongue curled and pushed, sliding up against her wet slit with total enthusiasm. She suckled at her wetness, her mouth moving in and diving down. Her tongue curled and flicked, alternating between offering a massage and providing friction. She tried to make patterns, make shapes, to do something to really stimulate the gorgeous woman. She added her mouth into the mix whenever she could, and paid attention to the sensitive bundle of her clit.

Her work seemed to be good, judging by the way Himeko gasped, sighed, and groaned so readily. She moaned, she mewled, and she sighed; she offered up quick, flitting praises, and soft, pleasured remarks. The sound was more enjoyable than the last, more sinful and more sultry. They were thick and full-bodied, and all well-suited to her enjoyment. They were gorgeous little sounds, and she rather well loved them – each of them, all the time.

“Move that tongue just like that, baby,” Himeko sighed gently, her voice like low, throaty music. “Just right there – yes, mhm, I’m close, ah –“

She was a vocal girl, it seemed, and Stelle liked that. It was all music to her ears, something to indulge in. From her position below, on her knees, the sight she had was simply picture-worthy. Himeko’s gorgeous thighs, and her flat stomach; the massive swells of her breasts, one splayed, the other groped by her fingers, flesh so softly kneaded it was insane. The view of her angular, drop-dead-gorgeous face, with golden eyes that were heavily lidded in pleasure.

Perfect , Stelle thought. So hot. 

Himeko moaned a bit more, and a bit more besides, her sounds husky, but girlish and cute. She moaned, her head lolling back, her eyes wincing just a bit more. Her indications of pleasure were small and soft, but still very much apparent and still very ready – and she loved it. She enjoyed it. It was delightful, and it made Stelle dig in all the harder. She ate Himeko out like a five-star meal, like a three-course dinner, her movements unabashed, lewd, and entirely eager.

“Move your tongue there,” Himeko would urge, “Go down just like that, there, yes –“

Stelle listened to everything, though Himeko seemed totally pleased just to be worshiped. That was all it was, really” worship, shameless and unabashed. Stelle didn’t mind. She went down, eating out the girl to something hot and fierce, her movements hotter and more enthusiastic by the moment. She made Himeko sigh and buck her hips more, and more, and then more besides, the pleasure clear as day. Stelle could see it, even if she didn’t know it herself.

“Mhm!” Himeko sighed, her voice full of indulgent emotions – and that was when she came against Stelle’s lips. It wasn’t some momentous, incredible climax, but it was definitely a climax. A shuddering Himeko came against her mouth, and she did it without shame. Jucees washed out in quick surges, and Stelle was there to lap, lick, and kiss it all up, drinking it down readily.

Stelle had no idea how long such a thing might last for, and she wasn’t really looking to quantify it. She just knelt there, her mouth working diligently, while Himeko came off her high and sighed. The sound was thick, full, and throaty, something distinctly enjoyable.

“My, my,” Himeko hummed throatily. “You’re pretty good with that tongue, Stelle.”

Stelle offered the redhead one last, lingering kiss, before bringing herself back with a wet little suckle. She pulled her head up between her thighs like a fuzzy mop of gray and offered her best, award-winning – at least, as far as March told her, but what award that was, she hardly knew – smile. 

“Does that mean that it’s my turn?”

Himeko laughed at her. “That’s what you say? You give a girl some amazing head, and then you ask about yourself?”

Stelle put her hands on Himeko’s hips and started to lift herself. “You taste really good, Himeko.”

“You can’t just turn it around like that, HImeko said in a thick, husky voice. Her hands, already, had begun to reach out; she pulled Stelle’s baggy white shirt out of the waistband of her skirt, then began to tug at that, too. “But after that… Well, I’d be very disappointed if we left it at that.”

Stelle felt her heart lurch in her throat. It wasn’t anything possessive, and it wasn’t love or affection. It was just simple, honest lust, a wave of horny feelings and thoughts that ran over her from top to bottom. Stelle surged forward and pressed her lips against Himeko’s neck, once more kissing at her skin. She did it on instinct, and mostly because the idea of marking the redhead up with hickeys was really thought and really attractive.

Himeko let out a lovable sigh. She pulled on the waistband of Stelle’s skirt to urge it down, and the girl went along with it pretty happily. She shoved her clothes down as best as she could, wriggling out of them, moving left and right. Her cock had honestly never felt harder in her life, to a point where wearing a skirt seemed more like a detriment than an advantage. By the time it sprung free, it felt more like a meaty spear than anything else, a truncheon of flesh that demanded attention.

Hiekko let out an audible gasp. “Oh, oh. Well, now.” 

Stelle felt a hand sickle around her dick, sending a flush of lust through her body. She nipped at the softness of Himeko’s neck, applying more than enough pressure to draw a gasp.

“You’re a lot bigger than I’d thought,” Himeko said in a purely indulgent voice. “Do you know how to use a cock like this, Trailblazer?”

Stelle pulled away, if briefly. Her cock, a good, weighty spear some eight and a half inches in length, pushed out tall and proud. It was a mountain of white flesh, dense and thick and visibly lined with veins. Himeko looked a bit tentative as she looked about it, but there was also a distinct appreciation in her eyes. She liked the look of it, and she enjoyed the touch of it against her hand. She seemed fascinated that Stelle had something that big under her skirt, but Stelle herself shared no such fascination.

She was horny, and that was all that she cared about. She was only interested in getting to the next base, and to that end, she moved smoothly. She grabbed Himeko as best as she could, and before the redhead knew, Stelle was pulling her to her feet. Himeko gasped in surprise pleasure as she was lifted up, and she giggled throatily as Steele’s hand landed down against the plumpness of her ass.

“Oh?” Himeko giggled. “You know, I like a girl that knows what she wants…”

What Stelle wanted was to lock their mouths together and push Himeko backward. The redhead sighed against her kiss, with her perfectly smooth, perfectly soft lips easily conforming ot the shape of her mouth. It felt almost sinfully good to be kissing Himeko, and Stelle let that satisfaction rumble through her spine. She did not end it there, though, and she enthusiastically pushed the woman backward, guiding her from her chair to the dresser not even four steps away.

One step, two step, three steps; kissing every step of the way, lips locked together smoothly, sharing the taste of Himeko’s juices freely. Her hand pawed at her ass in the same breath, squeezing that gorgeous flesh around in her lustful fingers. Then, the fourth step, where Himeko hit the edge of the furniture – and then another moment of gasping, where Stelle quickly urged the woman into a more sex-helpful position: sitting on the edge of it.

“If you’d bent me over,” HImeko hummed thickly, “I might have been offended.”

Stelle chuckled against her mouth. “I was tempted, but I’ve gotta say that I really like looking at your tits.”

HImeko barked out a laugh. “As subtle as a sledgehammer, darling.”

“You’ve got nice tits,” Stelle replied flatly, yet with a grin. “And I really want to fuck you.”

“There’s no need to wait,” HImeko said in a voice like a sigh. She had one hand on the edge of the dresser and the other one pulling on Stelle’s shirt, urging her forward. Her thighs were already nice and spread by Stelle’s hands, so there was just one easy, straight track to the pussy ahead – glistening, wet, well-eaten, and still leaking arousal. “Go for it, darling.”

Stelle was way too eager to press the head of her cock in against that wet, sopping pussy – the entrance to Himeko’s goddess-like body. It was a distinct thrill in and of itself, so aligning herself took mere seconds. Pressing herself into place, rubbing her shaft up and down, was just for enjoyment. She flicked a clit, she pushed down to the bottom of those soaked folds, then up and against the entrance; she moved firmly, drawing out another little sigh of breath.

But whatever Himeko might have said, or teased about, was lost on Stelle. She moved forward in the next moment, her hips pushing forward with hungry determination. She pushed, and -she sent the thickness of her cock bearing forward in a tight, quick sweep. The weight of her meat began to push on inside, and with Stelle so eager and Himeko so wet, it didn’t take much for her to penetrate inside – it was really just a matter of doing it.

“Oh,” Himeko sighed; one sound, that was it, but one that was throaty and delectable. Of course, Stelle shared the feeling. She pushed forward, her cock sinking into that warm, wet hole ahead, and felt nothing but satisfaction fill her. The rubbery head of her cock parted those outer folds and the inner walls easily, and she found herself diving down into the delectable track of Himeko’s innermost tunnel in seconds.

Stelle was burying her cock into Himeko, no two doubts about it. She was burying her cock into the gorgeous ‘engineer’ of the Astral Express, and she loved it. The thought of doing it was just as distinct as the pleasure itself, which wrapped around her cock in silky, almost velvety layers of heat. Smoothness surrounded her and wetness bathed her, mixing in to form a truly gorgeous sensation indeed – one that had Stelle sigh already, and it was just the start.

“Now that’s a gorgeous cock,” Himeko sighed lovably. Her fingers curled into Stelle’s shirt, but she did not quite do anything more than that. “I like that.”

Stelle husked out a breath as she pushed her way down. She swept forward and firmly thrust the length of her cock into that warm, wet sheath ahead of her, almost careless in her actions – as strong with her dick as she was with her bat. She sent that thick, powerful meat sliding into the wet core ahead, piercing through Himeko’s gorgeously tight inner walls and spreading them out wide- nice and wide, for her cock and hers alone. She drove into that silken furrow with single-minded determination, and earned a groan for her efforts.

“You feel amazing,” Stelle told the redhead. Her one hand possessively gripped a too-wide hip, and the other began to dance along a fine, curling waistline. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so good in my life.”

“You don’t remember anything before the express,” Himeko pointed out with a breathy chuckle.

“Oh.” Stelle furrowed her brow. “Nah, I think I would. For something as amazing as this, I would.”

“You‘re so adorably inelegant, and yet somehow marvellously charming,” Himeko husked. “I like that, Stelle.”

Stelle hummed. She pushed in, her cock driving down in a smooth arc of movement. She thrust that big, thick prick down into Himeko. And she buried herself about halfway into the sitting woman. It was a lazy, reclining position, honestly, not something that offered much strain, and all Himeko had to really do was keep her thighs spread – but it was nice, all the same. Stelle didn’t mind as she rolled to a stop, her hips fitting into the crook of the woman’s thighs all too neatly, with some six inches firmly buried within.

“You feel so good,” Stelle husked, her voice low and throaty. She leaned in even more, pressing her hands all over Himeko's body, almost hovering over her reclining form. “Just perfect, honest.”

Himeko let out a shaky, coy breath. “I’m happy to hear it, handsome.”

Stelle let out a breath as she rolled her hips forward, pushing the thickness of her dick against those hot, tight insides. The thick meat of it pushed and pressed against those silky inner walls, subtly stretching them out around her. it was a movement for her own self-enjoyment, not for any real purpose – she just enjoyed it. Himeko seemed to as well, judging by the way her fingers curled and pushed down.

“Oh, I like that,” the marvellous redhead moaned softly. “And here I thought you wouldn’t know how to work that thing.”

Stele offered a grin. “I think I know what I’m doing.”

“I’ll – mhm , I’ll say,” Himeko groaned right as Stelle started to draw back. She pulled with her waist, drawing the thinness of her cock out of those silky, velvety insides. She pulled away easily and breezily, sliding backward, drawing that powerful length back. The friction of movement, the rubbing of perfect velvet against her shaft, was simply divine. It made her brain almost feel fuzzy, which was to say nothing of the visual satisfaction she got.

She had Himeko sitting there on the fancy wood ledge, her thighs spread, her magnificent body sitting in front of her. Her stomach was soft and smooth, her hips wide and curling, her chest like magnificent mountains of perfection. Stelle lacked all the proper adjectives to describe someone like that, save for just how gorgeous she really was. Perfect was write large across her body, and Stelle was busy burying her dick into that amazingness.

She thrust forward with honest enjoyment, and a husky breath spilled from her throat. She sighed, the noise one of thick pleasure, and groaned. She buried her cock into that wet, sopping tightness, and filled it up with nothing but the hardness of her cock. Her movement was smooth, easygoing, and intense. It drilled right through those clamping outer folds and into the soft pink beyond, quickly stuffing it full of her hardness. So much, so fast, that it made Himeko groan a sound of honest pleasure.

“ Mhm ,” Himeko moaned. “That’s what I like to feel, baby,…”

her one hand pulled on Stelle’s shirt, and the other one moved to lightly cup her bare hip. She didn't really do anything, though, and left it up to Stelle to move however she wished. She was fairly passive, in fact, but the gray-haired girl did not mind that at all – not as she arched her waist and thrust, her hips moving with sinful, smooth ease. Cockmeat drilled into the softness of her snatch, stuffing out walls with intimate, easy passion.

She husked as she aligned herself, then rolled and moved her waist around. She pulled out just as fast, just as smooth, drawing out cockmeat as quickly as he could. In a fit of enthusiasm, she sent herself backward, her hips moving just right. Cock ground against the softness of inner walls, pressing against them with honest, throaty enjoyment. It all felt so nice against her, so smooth and satisfying, and it was hard to ignore a feeling as satisfying as that.

Stelle let out a thick, husky breath. “…Damn, that feels good. So good. Hah…”

She arched her waist and pushed. She felt that softness wrap around her, hugging the weight of her shaft, and it made her groan lovably. Her cock scraped and pressed against soft, squishy inner walls, each somehow more satisfying and enjoyable than the last. Her shaft eased in and out, working against that velvety barrier of flesh with honest, eager passion. She pulled and adjusted, then swept in and around again. She thrust through that velvety quim, and she felt nothing but appreciation flow through her nerve endings.

Her hands groped at Himeko’s perfect skin, moving along her hips and across her waist. There was no hesitation as the Trailblazer moved to grab her breasts, pressing into that heavy, doughy underside with lust. She hefted it up easily, carrying it into palm, and felt that immense weight pressing down against her. it was surprising just how heavy it really was, how much it weighed, but she loved that. It felt so damned nice in her hand, and she was addicted to it.

“How do you now have back problems with these?” Stelle asked.

Himeko barked out another amused, lustful laugh. “That’s the question you ask? Seriously?”

“I’m curious,” Stelle protested. “I just didn’t think a woman could be so perfect, I dunno.”

More laughing greeted her words – and plenty of groans besides. Soft, husky moans, the sounds rich and luxurious, matching the tempo and beat of Stelle’s hips. She wasn’t fucking very fast or very hard, but she was thoroughly, deeply pushing her cock inside. Some six or seven inches rutted into that smooth hole, with more and more burying itself into that tightness by the second. She felt soft walls stretch around her, accepting her hardness for all it was worth and then some.

Hot, husky little breaths left Himekos's voice as she was fucked on top of the dresser, with her back to the Astral Express’s window. They could see the stars outside, and Stelle thought there was something poetic in that – in fucking a girl against the backdrop of space. It was delightful, in its own weird way: a heavenly body, pressed against heavenly bodies. With full range of motion, she happily fucked the woman up against her, cock easing in and out, working against her just a bit more and more by the moment.

“ Fuck , baby girl,” Himeko sighed out. Her wounds were on the ‘soft’ side of scratchy, but she was clearly enjoying being filled up. “That’s just… such a wonderful cock. So nice and big, mhm… ”

Fingers curled and pushed down into skin, scratching Stelle with those long nails. She did not mind, not as she squeezed on one of those perfect, doughy breasts. She felt it all compress and squish in her hand, and that, if nothing else, lit more of a fire in her belly. Husking deeply and firmly, she worked herself in and out, thrusting nice and deep by the second – jabbing down and drilling to Himeko with lustful passion.

She sighed and husked as she moved, her breath spilling out a bit hotter and hungrier by the comment. Himeko’s soft sighs filled her ears, and the sight of her body ahead filled her vision. That gorgeous, beautiful body just sitting there, thighs spread, all welcoming and accepting. Every last bit of it, just for Stelle. It was so hot, and she could not help but dive in headfirst and ravenously indulge in it all. There were certain times in a woman’s life to be tame, and that was not one of them at all.

“That’s it,” Himeko sighed indulgently. “Move those hips just like that, mhm…”

Stelle did as she was told, but more and more her gaze was taken up by those gorgeous tits in front of her. She squeezed one of them with her lustful palm, and she was rewarded with the indulgent feeling of flesh spilling around in her pals. She could dig in and knead however she wanted, and it felt amazing. All that soft, squishy dough, bent and kneaded out of shape by her hand. It was positively groan-inducing, and she couldn’t resist it.

“So amazing,” She murmured, and her head slipped right in just a second later. Himeko cooed when she felt Stell’s lips press down against her breast in three swift kisses, trailing along her smooth white skin – then sighed a bit louder still as lips closed around her nipple, tugging up that rubbery nub into the heat of a mouth. Stelle hefted a bountiful breast up and lifted it, offered it up to her mouth, and simply started to suckle at it.

“Oh, I like that,” Himeko groaned. “That’s it, darling…”

She reached up with one hand and started to wire her fingers through the gray flop that was Stelle’s hair. Himeko kneaded through it, threading her fingers along, with nails scraping against her scalp. She held onto the back of the Trailblazer’s head and kept her in place while she suckled and slurped on her nipple, pulling on it with immediate fervour and force. For Stelle, there was no hesitation in the slightest, just hungry, eager action.

She suckled and slurped on it, pulling on it with her lips and pulling it into the wet heat of her mouth. She caressed that rubbery protrusion with her tongue, sliding against it with lips and flicks, then suckling a little more powerfully besides. Himeko mewled at her touch, the sounds enjoyable and soft. It was so hot and so horny, and Stelle loved it. She allowed herself to be held in against Himeko’s breast like a babe at the teat, fingers against her scalp, and simply suckled.

“Such a good girl,” Himeko sighed. “That’s it – just suck my tit, mhm…”

Stelle applied the hard edge of her teeth, making Himeko gasp and shudder. She did not bite down, but simply teased; her tongue swirled and lapped in the next moment, before her lips closed down and applied hard pressure. She suckled, then nuzzled down into soft, doughy flesh to slurp away at her areola entirely. Her face moved in deeper, and pliant skin formed around her face just perfectly. Ti felt amazing, and she couldn’t get enough.

Her hips did not stop moving, either. She thrust in and out, driving into the wet, heated embrace of Himeko’s snatch. Her thick cock sawed in and out with ever-rising passion, increasing friction, her tempo only increasing as the moments dragged on. She drilled it in deeply, then pulled back to do it all over again – and again, and again. She didn’t quite pound the sexy redhead, but she definitely got closer and closer by the second.

“Oh, so deep,” Himeko sighed as ever-more cock drilled into her pussy. “Goodness, Stelle. Goodn – mh, fuck . That’s nice. Hah…”

She rolled her head back until she rested it against the window of the train. She was almost lazy in it, like some pillow princess – which, she might very well have been. It was fine. Stelle was happy to do all the work, and she only moved more powerfully by the second. She thrust in and out, burying her cock inside firmly, then tearing it out hungrily. She worked in and out at a more furious beat, her sexual hunger rising in a way she could not quite control.

She pulled away from Himeko’s soft tit. She squeezed it and groped it and pulled her head away all at once, wrenching her head backward. She moved up to press kisses all along Himeko’s chest. She suckled on her collarbones, then moved up into the gap of her neck to leave wet hickeys there. She planted her mouth down firmly, and she suckled with lavish, lewd intent, sure to leave marks in her wake. Himeko moaned every inch of the way, her fingers curling all along Stelle’s body – in her hair and along her waist.

“I like that,” she groaned thickly. “Stelle…”

Stelle really liked hearing her name come out of those lips. She suckled on the crook of Himeko’s neck while nails raked at her hair, and she grunted as she grabbed her hips down harder and harder. Her knees, though, were starting to knock against the dresser, and that bothered her. it was a distant, vague ache, but one that became more intense by the moment. She didn’t want to slam into Himeko and feel her body smack against wood each and every time, that was for sure.

Her hands pawed at Himeko’s hips and thighs, leaving her breasts to handle other work. Himeko didn’t get it or understand Stelle’s intentions, and that was fine – Stelle didn’t care. She kissed at her neck while pulling on the woman’s hips, moving with single minded intent. When she pulled on Himeko’s waist, the girl could only gasp. She offered a hot, wet noise of pleasure as she was pulled forward and all but impaled on the cock ahead, her snatch suddenly, roughly impaled full of dickmeat.

“Fuck!” Himeko cursed brusquely. “S-Stelle!”

Stelle worked one arm under Himeko’s spread leg, then curled her bicep against the back of her knee. Less than a second later she pulled Himeko forward, all but dragging her onto the thick cock ahead. With one arm curled and the other secured, she tugged on her entire body, dragging her off the furniture’s edge and onto the floor. It happened all at once: Himeko pulled off the top of the furniture until one leg hit the floor, while the other was then pushed up and into Stelle’s arm like a twig.

“Oh,” Himeko gasped. “Oh, what’s this, hm, darling - ?”

“This is me,” Stelle husked, “Fucking you right. ”

She pulled on Himeko’s leg, drawing it that much further up into the air. Easy, effortless, she tugged it upright, and she hoisted it to a point where it was up beside her own shoulder. The redhead was that flexible, that easy to maneuver, and Stelle loved it. She loved it even more when she pressed the redhead back against the dresser, really squishing her ass up against that hard edge - and more so still when she saw Himeko’s fingers curl against the lip of it.

“How - how inventive, ” Himeko half-chuckled, half-gasped, her voice lewd and full of arousal. Of course, the sound transitioned into something so much more throaty when Stelle resumed her movements, her hips dragging and pulling the length of her cock out of that wet snatch. The angle of penetration was quite different from before, less an easy inward path, and now something more grinding and grating.

It was hotter, though. Sawing her way into that soft, spongy pussy felt better than before, somehow. The vascular length of her shaft was sent sawing all along that smooth, squishy skin, compressing it about her length, rubbing up across it in all the best of ways. Stimulation and friction surged across her cock in truly delightful ways, making Stelle sigh and groan. The wet squishy of it all was simply delightful, and she couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Oh, fuck, ” Himeko groaned. “ Hah - where’s that stamina coming from, baby?”

The redhead bit her lip, clenched one hand along the edge of the dresser, and with the other, fitfully tugged on Stelle’s shirt. She sighed more and more as Stelle worked her hips and thrust up into the warm, wet tightness of her core, mashing walls out around her with each lustful, enjoyable press of the hips. She surged forward, burying herself inside, getting into an even more intense series of thrusts and pushes. 

Her hips picked up the pace, despite the fact that Himeko now stood on one leg, the other hoisted up until it was just about resting on Stelle’s shoulder, and her body was pressed back against a dresser. It was a far less easy position than sitting, that was for sure - and yet, somehow, it had Stelle’s blood boiling so much more. Hungrily and happily, she sent her cock crashing inisde, pounding into the length of those sodden insides, working them out around her with each lustful sweep and push.

Himeko gasped and groaned with a rising passion of her own as she was fucked against the dresser. She bit her lip, groaned, and winced gently as she was taken, her body shuddering with each inward push of the cock. That hard, thick slab of meat plowed headlong into her snatch, stretching out walls and drilling in with diligent hunger. Cockmeat buried itself into that silken, sodden heat, moving with lustful passion.

“So good,” Stelle groaned. “So amazing. ”

She grunted and rolled her hips, and when those tight walls squished and squelched out of place around her, let out a shaky groan of pleasure. With a husky noise, she adjusted herself and drilled forward all the harder. She felt those soft walls squish and roil about her, almost quivering at the touch of her dick. In and out she worked herself, really just fucking away at Himeko without much of a second thought.

Pleasure guided her, and satisfaction urged her onward. With one arm bracing a leg upright and the other pawing at the soft, squishy flesh of Himeko’s hip, she dove into the heated embrace of her pussy. Broad arcs had her cock sawing in and out, drawing along through that seal of squishy perfection. She dug into her snatch and filled it right up to the brim, shoving it full of as much cock as she could manage on each inward thrust.

“ Oh, fuck,” Himeko swore in a voice like a moan. “T-that’s it, darling, fuck me just like that. ”

Himeko sent her hands sliding, moving around, grabbing hold of Stelle’s flexing waistline and her moving hips; partially holding her, partially tugging her, as if lost between the different varieties of movement. The redhead groaned and gasped with rising frequency, her breaths coming out of her throat in something like pants. It was as if she’d not expected that level of hardness and couldn’t quite handle it, for better or for worse.

“You really - really know how to move,” Himeko groaned again, her voice throaty and alluring. “I’m - I’m impressed, Stelle…!”

She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes down, and groaned just that much more. Her fingers curled while Stelle hungrily buried herself inside, really just hammering away at the beautiful redhead she’d pushed onto her feet. She held her leg up and felt it bounce while she thrust, hips moving in rough, eager arcs. Her pace only continued to pick up by the second, becoming that much more intent as she hit her stride and ran ahead with it.

Stelle did not have much in the way of words to offer, and she didn’t really feel the need to speak, either - not when she was burying herself balls-deep into a woman that hot, that perfect. Her cock sank into her cunt in long, thorough arcs, smothering walls with her bulk and stretching it out with easy, hungry passion. In and out, back and forth again, her cock pounding out a hot beat.

“Fuck,” Himeko groaned again. Her fingers curled against Stelle’s skin, drawing lines all over it. “Ah - ah, shit, mhm, right there! ”

Stelle’s hips sank into place readily, filling up the gap she’d made. With Himeko standing up, leaning back, and one leg raised, it meant that Stelle had to get in close and make their skin almost thud together. That one upraised leg bounced against Stelle’s shoulder, but her arm kept it nicely propped up - simply so that she could move unfettered, happily fucking into Himeko’s tightness without things becoming too finicky.

Really nice legs, though, Stelle thought a bit fuzzily. She admired just how long it was as it flopped along her shoulder, then let out a sultry sigh as she traced it down to the smooth pelvis she was currently pummeling with each beat of her hips. She watched her dick, that long, thick spear, bury itself into the heated tightness ahead, stretching out folds and lips and stuffing it all up with her girth.

“That’s - oh, ” Himeko moaned. “Oh, that’s so good… ”

She moaned to herself, it seemed, but that was fine - it was hot. Stelle grunted as she thrust, really laying into the gorgeous redhead again and again. Her tempo produced thick, steady thuds of skin contact, not quite messy but distinctly lewd. Each one made Himeko groan a bit more and a bit more besides, each one hot and heady. Her face tightened and her nails curled against flexing muscle, offering a sinful tempo.

Gentle claps and thuds echoed out as Stelle pounded up into Himeko’s hot, juicy core, stretching it out with each easy movement of the hips. She cored it out, making that soft, pink pussy squelch. She made it in deep each and every time, and the more that she went at it, the more thorough she became, the more that Himeko moaned. Her toes were curling just as much as her fingers by that point, and her body tried to secure itself all the more firmly against the edge of the dresser.

“ Yes, ” Himeko moaned out. “Oh, that’s really - that’s - Mmm! Right there, Stelle, baby - ”

Red hair fluffed up around smooth shoulders and large, bountiful breasts bounced with each lustful stroke within. All that gorgeous, doughy flesh quivered out of shape as Stelle pounded the woman against the dresser, making for a lewd, enticing view. Every thrust made her tits shake, every push had them wobble so impressively on her chest, and Stelle was glued to the sight of it. 

Knowing that each movement she made had those amazing tits bounce even more simply spurred her on to greater, more enthusiastic heights, where all she did was work her hips backward and forward in broad, impaling arcs of motion. She slammed into her tightness with relish, burying herself inside with fitful hunger, all while making those big, impressive tits bounce and shake. 

Her eyes were glued to the sight, lost in a vision of rippling, bobbing titflesh. The way Himeko’s cleavage looked was incredible, and seeing it all bounce at her metaphorical hands was amazing. Those very physical hands then clenched down on soft, fair skin, squeezing into a thigh and across a hip. She kept Himeko pinned against the dresser while hammering down into her pussy, well and thoroughly fucking it.

“Yes,” Himeko moaned, “Yes…!”

Fingers curled and clawed, pushing into flexing muscle. Himeko gasped and groaned as she was fucked, her insides quivering with the same satisfaction as before - but somehow, more intense. Himeko panted and groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, clearly on the cusp of something satisfying and explosive - something that Stelle nailed her right into. Breathy gasps and moans echoed out louder and thicker, really filling the room right then.

“ Mhm!”

Himeko shuddered as she came around the thrusting length of Stelle’s cock. All the gray-haired Trailblazer knew was the feeling of tightness that so suddenly assaulted her, writhing and rippling with honest, enthusiastic motion. She gasped, fingers curling, as she climaxed against Stelle, surrounding her in a sensation that was both familiar and new at the same time. She husked and grunted and jerked her hips all at the same time, lavishing in the pleasure.

Hot fluids washed against her, a climatic joy that felt like a river of stickiness. Walls pulsed and milked her shaft, making her dick throb warmly. Stelle was not close, but she felt closer by the moment. Still, all she did was gently roll her hips, barely able to slide herself forward, not quite able to move in that tight, rippling sheath. Her movements were gently, to accommodate Himeko’s moaning climax.

Still, seeing Himeko with her head tilted back in bliss, her eyes lolling, her lips gently parted, was sexy. Seeing her tits quiver in time with her panting chest was beautiful. It left her feeling hot and excited, more so than before. Really, she couldn’t help but lean down and urge their mouths together, connecting them in a hot, sinful kiss. Himeko’s moans washed out into her mouth not even a second later, making it all that much hotter.

For a moment, that was all it was. The two of them kissed with lustful passion; not romance, not love, just hot, horny arousal. They kissed as Himeko shivered in the climactic afterglow, then swapped spit when the redhead slumped back. From the way she sighed, and from the way her chest moved, the woman was almost winded. Close to it, at least, as if she wasn't used to handling something so intense.

Himeko broke the kiss first. In fact, she had to push Stelle away, hand on her chest. She had to do it twice, too, because Stelle really didn’t want to leave, and like an eager puppy, dove in for just a bit more. 

“Relax,” Himeko husked, and pushed Stelle away just a bit more. For a second, all the redhead did was breathe in deep with a pleased, if lazy, look on her face. “Goodness. No one’s made me cum twice in a row like that before.”

Stelle licked her lips. “Want to go for three?”

Himeko pushed Stelle away even more, trying to urge her back. When the Trailblazer complied, her cock popped out with a wet squelch - and showed just how hard it still was. Himeko’s eyes fastened on it, concentrating on the cock even while trying to settle her leg back down.

“You didn’t even cum yet,” Himeko noted. “A girl of many talents.”

“That’s what, uh, being a Trailblazer is all about,” she replied as if reading off a cue card. 

Himeko smiled. “Take off that shirt, at least.”

Stelle whipped her messy shirt right off, bra and all, as fast as she could. She threw it aside, hitting the back of a chair without even trying, and then fluffed her hair out. Her torso was a smooth expanse of gently toned skin and gently worked shoulders - more so than Himeko or March, for sure. There were scars along her stomach, a few bandages in places they shouldn’t have been, but distinctly feminine. 

Her chest wasn’t all that big, not compared to Himeko, but she could edge into March’s territory pretty well. Leaned out, decently toned, faintly athletic, and with a good rack, Stelle had nothing to complain about. She thought she looked pretty hot, even if her clothing didn’t do much to flatter her. Himeko stared at it all appraisingly, but without judgment; no emotion there, just casual, lazy satisfaction. 

“Why don’t we make this more comfortable?” Himeko husked, sliding her hands along the flatness of Stelle’s stomach. “All this gymnastics has me in the mood for something soft.”

Stelle let out a laugh. “That wasn’t much, but hey, if you want the bed, princess, lead the way.”

“Princess?”

“You’ve got a giant bed, so…”

Himeko winked at her. “You’re cute. I like that.”

The redhead, still panting, still somewhat tired, pulled herself away. She twisted around and started to walk over to the bed with her hips swaying so seductively, so lewdly, and Stelle, for a moment, could only stare at that majestic walk. The way her ass just bounced as she stepped over was amazing, and the girl felt her libido spike all over again.

Amazing, she thought. 

Himeko slipped onto the bed like some princess, too. She laid on top of it on her front, sliding onto the sheets gracefully. Stelle had not been expecting that, and hadn’t been anticipating Himeko to lay out there as if she was getting a massage: head tucked into her now-crossed arms, her breasts squished beneath her in soft, cushion-like rolls, and her legs stretched back. Her spine made for a perfect sheet of white, and her wide hips curved into the gorgeous hills of her delightfully plump ass.

Oh.

“Come here, darling,” Himeko husked, her voice half-tired, half-thick with pleasure. She looked over her shoulder with a faintly lidded eye, the sight so smouldering that it made Stelle’s heart thud. At the same time, she wiggled her hips left and right, teasingly swaying her ass. “Come here and do whatever you want to me.”

“That,” Stelle said, “ that, I can totally get behind.”

She surged forward. There really was no resisting a sight like that, something so enticing. She moved forward and onto the bed as fast and quick as she could, practically jumping on top. She drew out a husky laugh from Himeko, but she did not want much more than that. Stelle moved on top of her, mounting her in a smooth, effortless sweep; she drew up, she planted her hands down, and she made to align herself with that hot pussy ahead.

“Go as hard as you want,” Himeko purred. “Or as soft. I don’t mind.”

“I’ve got no intention of doing anything else,” Stelle husked, and brought her hips down to roughly align her dick with the hole ahead.

“Good girl,” Himeko hummed.

Himeko moaned as Stella slammed down into her hard and fast, bringing her cock around in a thorough, dexterous arc. For her, there was no difference between any of the last two positions and the current prone bone. The factors were the same: she had a hot, gorgeous beauty beneath her, she had a hot pussy wrapped around her cock, and she was horny as all hell. Himeko laying out on her soft front and offering herself up on a silver platter really changed nothing, save for Stella’s visual enjoyment.

Easily, breezily, she dropped down into the tightness of Himeko’s snatch and drew out a thick moan for her efforts. The thick meat of her shaft plowed down into insides that were, by that point, well-fucked and almost soupy in thickness, with so much fluid scattered about that it was positively lewd to the touch. She could bury herself inside easily and stuff it all up with her hardness, and then do nothing but roll her hips and enjoy the churning of fluids.

“Oh,” Himeko moaned out. “Fuck… That’s good, baby…”

It was such a soft, lustful noise, but Stelle damned well enjoyed it. She grunted as she dropped her hips and plowed down against the softness of the ass ahead, burying herself inside on that one sharp go. She felt Himeko shudder and watched her dig her teeth into her lip from the fuzzy strain of being that full of cock, but the redhead remained relatively composed – relatively, at least. She was two orgasms in and clearly too lazy of a princess to be bothered with trying, but that was what made it hot.

Himeko was there to be worshipped, and that was exactly what Stelle did. With her hips rolling and jerking, she sent her thick, vascular meat sliding around those squishy insides. She pulled with her waistline, drawing cockmeat along, and then fitfully tugged backward. Thick dick slipped out of that hot, wet vice of a hole, the juices squelching about her shaft, the sound both lewd and thickly enjoyable. It felt so nice, so soft, and she damned well loved it. 

With easy, breezy enthusiasm, she pulled her dick free in a swinging arc. Himeko sighed at her touch and adjusted her head amidst her arms, but it was for only a moment; immediately, Stelle sawed right back down, burying the thickness of her prick into that soft, gorgeous cunt. Just like that, cockmeat slammed down into her wet, slurping core, filling her up with the hardness of her meat. Inches and inches of dick, just slamming down all at once

“Fuck,” Himeko groaned. “You’re still so hard, oh…”

Stelle chuckled as she buried herself inside in a long, hard sweep, her hips propelling her forward. She drove herself in up to the hilt, balls thudding against that wet core, and her cock thoroughly buried inside. The head hit something almost spongey, and HImeko’s breath hiked for a hint of a second, but not for much longer – not as Stelle brought herself back, moving with the utmost grace and passion. She wanted to fuck, she wanted to get off, and now that she had full control, she really went at it.

With a hand pressed on Himeko’s lower back and the other one by the beauty’s shoulder, Stelle held herself up and worked her hips down. She pounded into that tight glove of a cunt, working out walls around her with honest enthusiasm. Juices slurped and squelched about her, for they were now too thick to do anything but churn like butter at the touch of her cock. That thick, weighty meat easily, breezily plowed its way into that sopping, drooling hole, to both of their throaty pleasure.

“You’re just so hot,” Stelle said thickly. She clenched her fingers in the sheets for a moment and pressed on the curve of Himeko’s spine, then watched as the redhead pushed her ass up all the more receptively. It made it far and away too easy for the Trailblazer to slam down, bringing her hips around and hammering them against the curve of a fat ass ahead.

And what an ass it was. It all squished and compressed against her dropping hips, the white flesh of it taking those thick blows with ease. The skin shuddered and thudded out of ape against her, flattening like a doughy cushion, before springing back into place. It was tight, though, with an underlying lattice of muscle behind all that fat – her athletic body still present beyond her curves. It was incredibly enjoyable to feel against her body, and Stelle couldn’t get enough of it.

“This ass,” she groaned. “Just incredible.”

“Glad you – mmmgfh ! G-glad you like it,” Himeko groaned, her voice tired and lazy. She bit her lip and mewled in the next moment, her eyes wincing, as she was stuffed up with a broad, thick dick. The shaft plowed down at a reckless, heady intensity, slamming into her wet core without a sense of reservation. Locked in that sultry prone bone, Stelle easily, effortlessly worked her hips backward and forward, really getting into the sloppy beat of sex.

It was harder than before, but she liked that. She liked the burn of muscle, the exertion of her body. Her blood was pumping hard, filling her with excitement. She worked herself down in hard, fast arcs, cockmeat burying itself into the softness of the hole ahead. Velvety walls stroked her in the most indulgent of fashions while wet fluids bathed her like a sauna, making her sigh with throaty pleasure. Just being inside was a bliss all of its own, and Stelle knew it.

She cursed under her breath, grunted, and adjusted herself. She slammed down hard and fast, her body working itself easily and smoothly. She fucked into Himeko’s sodden snatch and made juices squelch and churn about her length, as fi it took nothing at all. When she went hard, she made Himeko mewl and gasp gently; clearly, she wasn’t built for, or adept at handling, rough, hard sex. She took it well, but clearly, she was at her limit trying to handle Stelle’s reckless pace.

“F-fuck,” Himeko moaned. “Mhm – fuck, Stelle, you – oh, mmmm, shit…!”

Cockmeat crammed down into her cunt, stuffing it up nicely. Hips plowed down seconds later to slam against her ass, making assflesh compress and careen around those thrusting swells. The sounds of thuds and smacks rose to fill the room more and more, creating for a rather lewd backdrop – a far cry from the stylish music in the parlour car. It was the sound of sloppy, breakneck sex, conjoined with heady moans and sloppier mewls.

“You’re so deep,” Himeko moaned out, her voice weak and unsteady. “You’re – you’re practically hitting my womb, f-fuck…!”

Stelle stared down at that gorgeous, alluring face, buried amidst those fine white covers, and she grinned. She couldn’t help herself, honestly. As breathy mewls left those fine lips, she reached up with her one hand and pressed her thumb down against a lower lip. She pushed against the soft, fleshy red, and she listened to Himeko's confused gasp. She watched eyes narrow and lashes dip when Stelle forced her fingers into that hot, gorgeous mouth, stuffing it up rather quickly.

Himeko did not protest at all. She went with it, and offered up now-muffled mewls for Stelle’s pleasure – but she was not done there. The Trailblazer pressed her fingers down, playing with the gorgeous redhead’s tongue, stroking it and capturing it to prevent words, all while moving her hips harder. She slammed down at a rapid, reckless beat, her hips smashing down against the jutting ass above. Flesh quivered and wobbled as it took the heady pounding, and it looked for all the world like rippling waves of water.

“Hah… that’s it, Himeko,” Stelle husked. “You’re taking it so well.”

She pushed with her fingers and curled them around her cheek. She pulled, fishhooking that stunning redhead just like that. Still, Himeko offered up a lazy, sloppy mewl for her efforts, clearly not putting up a fight at all. She just laid there as Stelle went down on her like a miner offered overtime, with hips sweeping and pushing and ramming down in heartfelt passion. Cock hammered deep into that silky pussy, totally cramming it full with each passing moment.

Himeko moaned around her fingers, positively drooling against them. Liquids bubbled in the sloppy heat of her mouth, in fact, and washed over Stelle’s fingers in a rather strange way – but she didn't mind it. She hooked out a cheek, stuffing up those fine, ruby-red lips, and just sight throatily to herself. She held herself there while pounding down into the woman below like a hammer against a nail. Desperation was in every movement she made, though she was nowhere near to ‘close’ yet.

She breathed deep as she pounded down, enjoying it all to the fullest. She stared at himmeko’s gorgeous backside and almost mapped out the curves of with her eyes. Though incredibly feminine, there were serious muscles there to be seen lurking beneath her skin. She did, after all, use some pretty heavy implements, and she wasn’t that lazy of a princess. A pillow princess, sure, but she still worked hard where it counted.

Her ass looked amazing as flesh clapped against it, and those alluring ripples drew Stelle’s eyes – but there was plenty to still focus on. The way her hair spilled along her shoulders and over the bedding ahead, the way it ruffled with each deep, enthusiastic thrust, all of it. Her body rocked into the bedding as she was slammed away at, making her tits almost squish down beneath her flanks – another gorgeous sight, and one that Stelle loved.

“Fuck,” Stelle breathed out. She gritted her teeth and concentrated herself on the movements of her hips, o the steady downward slams and thrusts. She kept her fingers buried in that sloppy, mewling mouth, ignoring the drool that spilled out so freely and relishing in the squishiness of a tongue against her fingers. She worked her hips with frantic, passionate energy, just hammering away at Himeko and nailing her into the bed.

She breathed harder the longer it went on, but she kept at it. Her hair shook around her shoulder as she so enthusiastically went down, and her breasts bobbed rather comically as she worked her hips forward. Cockmeat slammed into tight, silky depths with passion, without reluctance, just nailing the redhead in every way her mind could fantasize – and Himeko took it all, so far gone that she was. Hooked on it, she lost herself just as much as Stelle.

She moaned all around her clogging, muffled fingers, and drooled freely. Stelle pulled her hand back not because she wanted to, but because as the moments wore on and her pace deepened, she needed more leverage. She could not keep herself up with one hand on Himeko’s delightful spine and the other in her mouth: she had to slow her pace, adjust, and push her hands down beside Himeko’s shoulders, more thoroughly mounting her.

For one moment, she had stopped all movement. She adjusted herself until she looked like she was doing push-ups more than anything else, but that was fine by her. Himeko, too, used the gap of time to sigh, gasp, and groan, her body trying to move, but failing to manage anything at all.

“Holy fuck,” Himeko groaned out. “I – I can't even –“

Stelle brushed red hair behind an ear, winked, and said, “Pull up a pillow and leave it all to me.”

Hilariously, Himeko did just that. She grabbed a pillow, pulled it forward, wrapped her arms around it like a veritable pillow-clencher, and rested her head on it – all while Stelle resumed the movements of her hips, as if she had never then stopped. She slammed cock down and really hammered it into that gorgeous slut, slamming away at her core with honest intensity.

Dick plowed headlong into her silken furrow, stuffing it all out around her. there was nothing more to stretch, and so she just moved – easy, smooth, and simple. She rutted in and out like a hydraulic piston, her hips working in a manner akin to some pressing-machine rather than a human. Like an absolute unit, Stelle slammed down into Himeko, reaming her out around her cock time and time again. Each drop was punctured by a thick,-sounding clap, each one louder and lewder than the last, to a point where Stelle should have been concerned.

She was not, of course. Between the clapping, the smacking, and the heady, breathless moaning, she was sure that anyone outside in the hallway would hear the perverseness. For all she knew, someone had. She did not care. Nothing mattered besides fucking HImeko into the mattress, and that was exactly what she did as she buried herself inside time and time again. She bore down and into her with lust, her cock furiously hammering away at her soft pussy, nailing it like a glove that only fit her shaft alone.

“ Mmmgh !” Himeko mewled, as if forming words was too hard. “MMmm!”

Stelle husked out tight breaths. She pounded down, cock slamming away. Her balls swung to clap against the woman’s clit, or something around there, and drew out more enthusiastic curls of the fingers from Himeko. On deep thrusts, her cock’s head kissed against something that was squishy and spongy and could really only reasonably be a cervix – and that made Himeko tremble even more violently, her spine genuinely arching.

“ Mmmm !” Himeko gasped into the pillow. She offered more weak, sloppy remarks, but the sounds simply washed out against the white pillowcase. The redhead did nothing but bury herself head-first into it, honestly, as if she was trying to smell it. Stelle found it as hot as she did amusing, but all she really focused on was the buck, sweep, and thrust of her hips. She wanted pleasure, she wanted satisfaction, and she got it.

Fucking Himeko was a bliss like none she’d experienced before – which was tenuous at best anyhow, but she did not care. Feeling that hot, silky glove around her was incredible, being able to fuck however she wanted was amazing, and seeing the redhead so sloppy was a dream come true. For moments, for minutes, Stelle worked off her insane stamina and libido like a total machine, satiating lusts that felt as though they had been building for months.

“ Mfgh !” Himeko groaned into the pillow. By that point, she was face-down up to the nose, with only everything above it even visible. The rest was buried inside, and from the wetness around her, she was positively drooling. Based on the crinkles, too, Stelle was reasonably sure that Himeko was biting down on the pillow. Her arms, at least, had it all scrunched up, clenching down on the white fabric and puffing up the rest into a more comfortable cushion.

“You really are -” Stelle started, stopped briefly to groan, then finished with, “-a real pillow clencher, huh?”

“Mmmmgh!”

She plowed Himeko into the bed, into the sheets, slamming her busty, goddess-like body down until she made a ‘Himeko’-shaped hole there. All the while, the redhead buried her face so deep into the pillow it was as if she wanted to inhale it. Her eyes had long since rolled up into little more than slivers, such that, from Stelle’s angle, she only saw a faint glimmer of gold and the barest hint of a pupil - the rest, all rolled up in total, utter pleasure.

A drooling, eye-rolling, pillow-clenching mess of a woman, and Stelle was sure she had never seen anything hotter in her entire life - both remembered and otherwise. Either way, she slammed down with grunts and groans, her pace becoming longer, more pronounced, the longer she went at it. Her cock delved down to enthusiastically plump those silken depths, ramming up against that inner barrier readily, but the more she went, the harder it wore at her. The meat of her shaft swelled by that point, thickening up powerfully, becoming more bes.

“F-fuck,” Stelle grunted, and only then realized that she was panting. “I… hah, I think I’m close.”

Stelle hammered down again and again, slamming into the wetness of her core, slamming away at her with lustful intent. She dropped her weight, smacking up against that fat ass, making it all clap out of shape. She dropped in, dove into her, burying herself inside, and never quite stopping. Skin thudded, bodies met with dizzying passion, and Stelle continued to pound down without stopping - without ending, just moving. 

Himeko gasped and mewled into the pillow more and more besides, sinking down into it in a most perverse way. She was a drooling, shivering mess then, unable to really do anything more than really take it. Stelle did not mind it in the least. She hammered down for a few more moments of total abandon, driving herself inside like a warrior with a spear, just slamming into Himeko’s gorgeous, silky wetness with lustful abandon.

More, and more, and more, until she just had nothing more left to give. 

“I’m going to - yeah, I’m gonna cum,” Stelle grunted in a rather crude manner. “Where, uh - fuck…”

Himeko was too busy panting, squealing, and trying to stay conscious, apparently, to do anything of serious note. She offered no words beyond her breathless mewling, and she didn’t do anything other than clench down on the pillow, bury her face into it, and wheeze. She took the pounding for as long as Stelle offered it, her body accepting every last slam, thrust, and crash. 

All the while, her dick throbbed more, and more, and more, her shaft swelling out and thickening for just a few more seconds. She could have likely pulled out if she was capable of it, but at that point, she really wasn’t - and neither was she inclined to try. Instead, all she did was slam down hard and fast, hips smacking against the curve of an ass, and bury herself down to the hilt. She did nothing more than that as her climax overtook her, all hot and intense.

Stelle grunted as her cock exploded in over-eager warmth, spitting out the hotness of a load directly ahead without much in the way of care or thought. She truly was not thinking at that moment as her shaft pulsated, and rather only rode out the pleasure of the moment as long as she could. The satisfaction, the heat, that filled her head was incredible, palpable, and intense, and it made her sigh in total adoration.

Her cock went about its lewd work in the next few seconds. It sent out waves, ropes, and strings of hot, gooey seed directly into that snatch ahead, plastering it with the rich heat. Stelle carelessly poured out her load into that perfect pussy ahead, plastering it with the thickness of her wet, sticky load. She did it without a care, without a thought, and simply held herself down as she focused on emptying out her balls.

She pumped out her load directly into her, stuffing her up to the brim with her gooey-hot release. She stuffed up Himeko with the thickness of her release, smashing walls aside with her outrushing load, then stuffing it all up to the brim with nothing but her seed. Baby-batter curled, swept around, and plastered her wet insides, making sure to thoroughly coat every last inch of the redhead in cum.

Her insides were stuffed up to the brim, totally clogged with release, making for a thoroughly lewd showing. Every last bit of the hole around her was totally, utterly filled up, and Stelle felt nothing but satisfaction in it. She let out the last of her load with a sigh of indulgent satisfaction, her cock pulsating and spitting out just a final few strings of baby-batter. It was just a tiny bit more, and then she was more or less done - simply bathing in the pleasure of.

“Damn…” she sighed happily. “That was good…”

She rolled herself backward and sat up straight for the first time in a while. She brushed her messy fringes of gray hair back against her skull, swiping it out of her eyes. “How was that, Himeko?”

Himeko was totally asleep in the cushion. No two doubts about it, she was totally asleep, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, her mouth open. She was just not there, and she didn’t make a sound, or do anything more, when Stelle pulled back and drew out with a wet pop. The Trailblazer yawned to herself and stretched her arms above her head; she felt tired and sore, but somehow refreshed.

“Well, that was amazing,” Stelle said to no one in particular. She looked at Himeko’s sleeping features very intently, then briefly lit up when an idea came to her. She quickly sprung off the edge of the bed, moved to her clothes, grabbed her phone, then slipped right back into place - this time sitting beside Himeko, legs crossed. 

For posterity, she thought. She brought her phone up to take a selfie, presenting a view of herself that was naked from about the stomach-up. With her chest in full view of the camera and a drooling, pillow-clenching Himeko just beneath her, she pointed two fingers at the lens and took a quick selfie of the two of them. Nice.

Quickly, she sent it off to the shared group chat - the Astral Express Family Chat, as it was.

Stelle:

>She looks so cute when she’s sleeping.

The responses were immediate.

Dan Heng:

>That’s not sleeping.

Welt:

>That’s not sleeping!!!

>Delete this!!!!

Asta: 

>Why am I in this group chat??? Don’t tag me for this!

March 7th:

>THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE DOING?!?

>ngl also jealous

Yawning, Stelle finished up her group message with a quick little thumbs-up emoji, then flopped down on her back beside Himeko. She was tired, and she needed a good little rest. She doubted Himeko would mind, after all.

That lasted for about ten seconds before she remembered she had friends out on assignments, so she quickly opened her phone right back up and got straight back to her list of daily tasks.

Just another day for a Trailblazer on the Astral Express star rail.