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It happened with no real warning. Tachibana and Jinguji were sitting on the grass and chatting to pass the time, nothing out of the norm, when Tachibana's breath hitched. She— he could clearly see, floating above Jinguji's head, that [CHARMED <3] that had caused them so much trouble. Nothing had even caused it, one second Jinguji had been staring at her and then bam!
"T-Tachibana," Jinguji grit out, body shaking. "You should, you should go. I don't' want to—"
"There's no need for that!" Tachibana said. "Tilolilo taught me how to solve it."
"What?"
Tachibana nodded, a smug smile on her face. "Mmhmm! It should only take a few minutes, at least according to her. Even an idiot could do it!"
"Then-" Jinguji paused as a shudder passed through his body. "Then get on with it!"
"Don't rush me! Now lay down."
Jinguji obeyed without hesitation. His muscles were clenched, even as he lay. Tachibana could see every vein in his neck. It clearly took great effort to immobilize himself. "Please," he said, "do it quick. I don't know how much longer I can hold— fuck, hold myself back."
"You trust me, right?"
Jinguji nodded; then his bloodshot eyes rolled down to meet hers and he nodded once more.
"Great," Tachibana said, and then removed his pants.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't read into it or anything, idiot!" Tachibana screeched, cheeks tinted red. "It's just, you don't want to be like this and Tilolilo swears this is the quickest way to get you back to normal so it's only natural that I take care of you! Dumbass!"
"It's just—" Jingiju swallowed. His cheeks were a similar shade of red to Tachibana's own, for some reason. He didn't have to look at his dick, rock-hard and throbbing just inches away, so what right did he have to blush? "Does it have to be you?"
That annoyed Tachibana. Because it would be far more difficult for someone else to do it and she was offering, obviously, and nothing else at all. "Do you want to go ask someone from the village to do it instead?"
Jinguji averted his gaze.
"That's what I thought," Tachibana said, and then put his dick in her mouth.
It tasted... well mostly it tasted like skin. She hadn't licked or bitten anyone since she was a kid, but aside from that it tasted... nice. She couldn't quite put a finger on it. A hint of saltiness, maybe?
Tachibana wasn't quite sure what to do; she'd not watched a lot of porn back home, and she hadn't exactly been focused on the actress' technique when she had. She knew to bob her head up and down (Jinguji's breathing grew ragged and troubled), roll her tongue around the head of his cock (he shuddered with every lap and twirl), and occasionally take it out to lick from base to tip (he gripped the grass so hard he pulled out large chunks). She even remembered to wrap her hands around the base and move up and down, jerking him off and leaving no part of his dick neglected (his armour cracked and every so often he let out a breathy moan).
After a minute or so, Tachibana had no choice but to take a break, resting her sore jaw and getting a chance to tease Jinguji. "You're sure talkative," she said as he groaned, staring up at the stars with a vacant expression on his face. "You feel any less charmed?"
His head didn't move except for the natural movement of his laboured breathing. She was so busy looking at it that she barely noticed when his hands jerked up to grab the roots of her hair, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced her back down onto his cock, deeper than she'd gone of her own accord. She kept going down, his hands on her head forcing her further and further until his cock reached her throat and her lips pressed against his pubes and she felt like gagging. When she did, it only made her throat contract tighter around him, which in turn made his hands tremble.
Finally, he let her back up. Not enough to remove his dick from her mouth, but enough to take a heaving breath through her nose.
And then he shoved her back down again, hips lifting up to meet her. Every inch of him trembling, he continued like that, roughly fucking her throat, using her like, like a toy . Like a piece of meat to be fucked.
Tachibana trembled as well. Because of the lack of air, she decided. It wasn't a bad explanation— she knew he wasn't all there at the moment, eyes blank and the [CHARMED <3] sign above his head glowing brighter than ever, so she didn't hold it against him when he forgot to let her up for air and her vision swam with stars— but it did nothing for account for the hot sensation between her legs.
That, she decided, was only natural. She was in a woman's body and a handsome man was forcing his throbbing cock into her throat, thrusting in and out with no regard for her wellbeing, gripping her hair hard enough that he was pulling strands out and shoving her face into him with enough force that it may well bruise. Nevermind it being Jinguji, her lifelong friend and eternal companion, anyone would kill for something like this. Anyone!
She was barely conscious by the time he came. She barely realized it, in fact, the only clue being that he hilted inside her for longer than usual. She couldn't even taste his cum, see if it was as salty as people claimed, as he bypassed her tongue to shoot it directly into her throat.
Jinguji released his grip on her head. shoulder heaving as he removed himself from her mouth and fell back onto the grass. Tachibana tried unsuccessfully to rise to her feet, crashing back down to the grass, desperately panting for breath as she waited for oxygen to return and the dizziness to leave.
"Well," Tachibana said, "are you, uh, feeling better?"
His only response was a loud snore.
Tachibana stared at her sleeping friend, frustration rising in her chest. Seriously, he just passed out? Was he ungrateful or something?
At least he wasn't charmed anymore. When he woke up... well, Tachibana would deal with that when it happened.