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Misty eyed up the bomberman standing before her. The butterflies in her stomach still fluttered as a million thoughts raced in her mind, ranging from wondering if she and Mighty were really ready for what was about to happen to what kind of junk he may be sporting. The textbooks she had read at one point about Bomberman biology suggested something entirely different from what mammals usually sported, but trying to actively remember anything from the days prior to becoming and actively living as a space thief was an exercise in keeping regrets at bay whilst dwelling on days when the sun still shined brightly and life hadn't decide to kick a girl in the teeth quite yet. For now, the two of them looked at each other while her hands rested on her belt as did his with his own.
A strange moment of hesitation between them had now gotten out of control. "...A-Are you gonna get naked or what?" she asked, clearly trying to maintain control. Mighty raised an eyebrow before undoing his belt, soon taking it off. The cloak and visor rested on the floor of Misty's ship, having already been discarded a minute or two ago as did her shirt and boots. Misty still stood in place, clearly hesitant to actually go forward with anything before she suddenly felt Mighty's hand touch her cheek. It flushed almost immediately, prompting her to gnash her teeth before she undid her pants.
This was supposed to be her big moment with the bomberman that slinked into her heart; The grand finale to a twisted tale of occasional romantic narrative beats and comical amounts of interruption in between them. Her heart was beating out of control, but her mind was screaming at her to stop what she was doing and how she wasn't prepared for any of it. Scared and stupid, but still going through motions of something expected for a girl when paired with a guy in privacy. Did she really want Mighty so badly that she egged him into going along with this? Did she really love him or was this just some brokenly paced form of catharsis that's going every bit wrong?
"M-Misty..." that fucking soft voice cooed gently. He always spoke like that, no matter when talking to the bird who worked with him or talking to her in the privacy of a frozen sewer system with no bird nor middle aged failure of a man to bother them; Together with those soft eyes, Mighty was just the most perfectly adorable piece of shit to ever walk into her life and have the audacity to grab one of her ears. The fact she almost liked it was bad enough, which eventually lead to this moment. "...We can stop if you want. It's fine if-"
"S-Shut up! Just let me..." she barked before pulling down her shorts. Only a simple sports bra and a matching pair of panties remained along with her socks. Misty thumbed the hem of her sports bra as she eyed Mighty. Why did he just patiently stand there? Why wasn't he touching her, feeling her, sniffing her, tasting along her... Why was he just being a good little boy instead of the bastard she hoped on some level he could have turned out to be? "W-What?! Are you just gonna-"
She stopped talking the second his gloved hands felt along her hips. Already, she felt herself getting warmer from how gentle yet determined his touch was. Her breath hitched when she realized he was looking directly into her eyes. Why this was enough to start visibly exciting her was beyond her understanding, but her breathing grew unsteady. "Misty," Mighty said, combining the soft voice from earlier with something a bit more forceful and committed. As soon as she figured she understood how the game can safely be played with Mighty, he came right back around with a power play she had no chance in hell of anticipating.
"I..." she gasped lightly before his hands caressed her hips so sweetly before eventually reaching over to touch partway along her bottom. This guy was manipulating her every pleasure point and yet she couldn't bring herself to say or do anything as one of his hands moved up to her sports bra, soon feeling one of her breasts through the cloth. "D-Don't stop..."
Where was this Mighty when they had first gotten started? It was like he was just watching her, wanting to see how far she could handle things herself before he had to step in like he always did. Meanwhile, when he stopped like the piece of shit he always was, it was to take it off before she stood in place, face having almost never been this flush before in recent memory as her breasts just stuck out in plain view, within arm's reach of the bomberman who somehow won her affections. It didn't hurt that his hands soon caressed them tenderly, thumbing along her nipples almost playfully, prompting Misty to bite her lip as she took in a slow, hardly steady breath.
Before she knew it, she felt so warm and gooey inside as her eyes went half lidded, unable to hide the sweet underbelly of her emotions any longer. Mighty offered a gentle smile before he slowly leaned in. Despite the lack of visible mouth, when Misty also decided to give into the urge to lean in and meet Mighty in the middle, she felt something press against her mouth. Something very warm, wet, and somehow it didn't bother her even a little. Fewer inhibitions remained as excitement surged through her body, now finally being able to drop the act entirely and instead give into her base desires.
Was this what it meant to kiss Mighty after so long? It was so weird and it wasn't like anything she ever expected, but it felt so nice having his hands touching along her body like this. He then pulled away from her mouth with a little smile present in his eyes while his hands reached down to her panties, soon pulling them down to find Misty was already visibly excited based on a bit of moist arousal being present. Mighty began to take his gloves off, soon tossing them aside to reveal the typical circular and strangely capable hand-like orbs bombermen were known to have. Just as she was about to ask why he still had them on, she felt something tease away at her newly exposed slit as she gasped.
"M-Mighty-!" she hissed before finding herself leaning against him for support. As he teased away, his other hand reached up to feel along her cheek as he moved in for another kiss. Everything was becoming too much for Misty as she moaned against his mouth, knees buckling. Instead of simply pulling away from her mouth, he began to trail towards her jawline before leaning in to kiss and suck on her neck as his uncovered 'hand' continued to further bring her to new heights. Her toes curled in on themselves in her socks as she bit her lip, trying not to release another desperate moan.
"Mi.. Mighty..." she whined before Mighty began to pull away from her neck. "I wanna return the favor..."
"Misty, you'll have to get onto your knees and lick where I tell you to if you really want to return the favor," Mighty stated in a matter of fact manner.
Misty didn't bother arguing or even talking back, instead simply getting onto her knees before Mighty got in position, soon spreading a little slit along the bottom of his body. "Lick here. You'll know when it'll happen," Mighty said before she got busy, already pressing her face against it before licking. At first, nothing appeared to happen besides Mighty making the odd noise here and there.
Soon enough, something began to press against her face before she pulled away, now taking in the sight of the slowly unsheathing tentacle: Thick, moist, red as his hands, and ready for more bodily contact than ever. It had to be at least a good six inches in length. "M-Mighty..." she mouthed gently before she touched along it with a finger, only to find it slowly wrapping around her hand playfully.
"Misty, be careful, it's sensitive."
An intrusive thought entered her mind as she decided to lick the tip of it before watching it try to push into her mouth, only to be hindered by the hand it chose to wrap around. "M-Misty!"
"What's wrong, Mighty? Can't handle a girl having a little fun?" she teased before watching it slither off from her hand. Just as she lowered it, the tentacle began to poke towards her face before entering her mouth. Before she knew it, upon taking in a few sniffs of the length that entered partway into her mouth, something weirdly clicked in her brain as she soon found the taste and smell of it intoxicating before letting it push further in. Mighty tensed upon feeling Misty's tongue licking around it while she looked up to him with the most dear expression he's ever seen her sport. Before he knew it, she was bobbing her head to the tentacle in her mouth, savoring the taste, loving everything about it.
Soft noises continued to escape Mighty while a single hand rested on her head, occasionally moving hairs out of the way as she eagerly worked at the tentacle in her mouth. "M-Misty... That feels so good..." he moaned softly before he suddenly pulled out of her mouth. "...but wouldn't you rather try something else?"
Her eyes widened upon realizing what that could mean.
Loud desperate moans escaped her as she felt the warm tentacle push inside of her while Mighty's hips pumped into hers. Everything felt amazing and Mighty was amazing and... God, his hands holding hers as he worked at her was more than she could have ever imagined. So much time wasted with work politics and fooling about with the Higehige-dan while Mighty was just right there.
Just a lovely, wonderful being right there who was packing such a lovely alien appendage. She couldn't even begin to look into his eyes without the hot, gooey sensation inside of her slowly growing more out of control by the second. "Misty... You're so beautiful..." he uttered, striking something deep inside of her.
"Mighty..."
"Misty...!"
Mighty knew he was rapidly approaching his limit, second by second, pump by pump. An overwhelming, unholy sensation continued to build within him, just as a rookie bomberman would continue to mount more and more power into their first attempt at a new type of bomb, unaware of the finer points involved with tuning one's explosives. His breath grew more ragged as desperation took over.
"Mighty!"
She felt herself tightening around him, having more than thoroughly enjoyed the way his tentacle hit just the right places. It also didn't hurt that he was attentive to her needs and how he eagerly continued kissing along her bare body here and there. Her legs had locked around his waistline, wanting him to do whatever they both knew was coming.
"MISTY!"
He suddenly held her closely as he reached his peak, already feeling the mounting pleasure flow through him as the muscular contractions began, spraying the inside of Misty's most sacred area with plenty of thick, rope-like seed. His eyes shut as the contractions continued and before he knew it, some of the seed began to seep out from Misty while her own peak had been finally reached.
"MIGHTY!"
The two of them were locked in such a sweet and passionate embrace as they began to ride out their highs together with shut eyes. When her eyes began to open once more, she saw that Mighty was also slowly relaxing as the sensation began to die down before they leaned in for a gentle kiss.
"I... I love you, Misty..." Mighty said through a combination of his nerves still being somewhat frayed and from how the two of them had finally answered the question of 'Will they?' once and for all.
"...I love you too, Mighty..." she cooed as she smiled gently, soon letting him continue to kiss and suckle along her neck in sweet, tender bliss. While a distant brain cell in the back of her mind was concerned about the consequences of their night together, her attention first and foremost was on the bomberman who just planted his hot wet seed inside her and how fucking wonderful he truly was as a loving partner.
Oh, how he held her closely, even after his release and how he didn't leave her for anything; How even the cheap sleeping mat on the floor of her ship felt like the most comfortable bed in the universe while he was at her side; How she smiled as one of his hands felt along her stomach so gently.
A sweet sigh left Misty as she entered a deep blissful sleep with similarly sweet dreams entering her mind, forever desiring to chase the high she just had come down from.