Summary: Billy is an ordinary young man who, on Halloween, planned to hand out and be a good-natured neighbour. He opens the door and...woah. Mavis Dracula? Kushina Uzumaki? Shinobu Kocho? Makima!? Who else will Billy encounter and fuck throughout Halloween? Read to find out...
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Billy was an ordinary young man living in the suburbs of Toronto. Nothing special about him, really. He lived alone and with no parents or girlfriend. With Halloween coming up, he contemplated on whether to participate or not. He wasn't going to dress, he was too old for that. But...a brighter optimistic side of him told him to participate in some way. See, last year, he had graduated from college. Graduating was no easy feat and it had taken him six years to do it. Stress, needing to work at a cafe, and the nature of college itself led to some long breaks.
So being able to graduate, rid himself of college, and then buy his own house? Billy was in a generous mood. This past year, he had gotten an amazing online job and made enough money to retire. Okay, frankly, he was ecstatic! Billy was feeling the rush to donate! And help! And hand out candy! Make someone's day.
Smiling, he was in the kitchen. Billy had readied a total of five bowls of candy. Humming to himself while recounting how much was in his inventory, it was important to note that Billy was in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with the logo of the Toronto Blue Jays. He really was just some guy.
The first knock came shortly after sunset. Billy grinned, hefting the heavy bowl of candy in his arms. This was it. His first Halloween in his own house. He'd bought the good stuff, the full-size chocolate bars, and he was ready to be the cool new neighbor on the block.
He swung the door open, a hearty "Happy Halloween!" already on his lips.
It died in his throat.
Short-sleeved black turtleneck sweater-dress with red-striped black tights, red high-top shoes, and a giddy smile greeted him.
She was… Mavis Dracula. From the movie Hotel Transylvania. It was like the animated woman jumped right from the television screen. Pale skin that seemed to glow in the porch light, framed by a black bob. Her light blue eyes sparkled with mischief, accentuated by dark eyeshadow. Her lips, painted a stark black, curled into a playful, fanged smile. She was a vision in a tight black sweater-dress and striped tights.
"Trick or treat!" she chirped, her voice a melodic, excited thing.
"H-hi." Don't be nervous Billy, come on! "Yeah. Um…you're Mavis—"
"Oh my gosh, you know me!"
Scarily accurate costume and scarily accurate voice too.
"Mmm, I love this! I love this world!" Mavis exclaimed. "You already know, huh?"
"Y-yeah, it is Halloween!"
"Hehe~!" She grinned. "Well, guess what?"
She waited, bouncing on her feet. Billy swallowed, nervous. "What?"
Mavis lunged at him.
"Trick!"
Her hands were sheathed in fingerless black lace gloves and moved with a supernatural speed he couldn't hope to follow. One moment he was holding the candy bowl, the next he felt a rush of cool air as his sweatpants and boxers were yanked down to his ankles around his shoes. His flaccid cock, a heavy ten-inch burden he'd always been self-conscious about, flopped out into the chilly evening air.
"Whoa! What the fu—?" Billy gasped, but her cool, lace-clad fingers were already wrapped around him.
Schlip-schlop!
Shluck-shlick!
Imagine the giddy eye contact as the grin as she stood there and give you a handjob. What was he supposed to do? Smack this beautiful, hot smiling vampire chick?
Hell no!
Her hand was a piston, stroking him with a rapid rhythm that felt impossible. It was too fast, way too much of a blur. His shock was instantly vaporized by a tidal wave of pure, undiluted pleasure. He groaned, his head falling back against the doorframe. His cock caught on fire. He hardened, thickening and lengthening under her expert ministrations, until he was standing there at his full, monstrous fourteen inches, throbbing in her grip.
"Oh, wow," Mavis breathed, her eyes wide with delight. "A real whopper! Mmm, I love humans…" The vampire didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, her blue eyes locking with his, and took the entire throbbing length into her mouth in one smooth, impossible motion.
Yes, the whole fucking thing. All fourteen inches.
Her mouth was a cool, velvet vice. He feared for those fangs but they were shockingly…good? They were small, soft points grazing his sensitive skin not with pain, but with an electric, dangerous thrill. She took down fourteen inches and then extracted his dick back out. Billy could see the grin on her as she focused on the cockhead. Her tongue. Oh fuck, her tongue wasn't just a tongue; it was a living thing, coiling and lapping at the very head of his cock. His knees buckled.
Mavis didn't gag. She devoured.
"F-fuck…" Billy stammered, one hand tangling in her short black hair and the other on the doorframe. He was nothing but sensation, a live wire of need. He could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in his balls. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna—"
Mavis pulled his cock out of her throat, grinned and giggled, and then deepthroated it again.
It was at this moment that Billy realized she wasn't human. That this was a real vampire. Because despite all the cock, despite everything, she didn't breathe once. This woman was pale and ice-cold and hungry for his dick and nothing more.
A vampire. A real bonafide vampire.
The real Mavis Dracula from Hotel Transylvania.
He came harder than he ever had in his life, a torrential cum fountain down her eager throat. She drank every last pulse, every thick spurt, her throat working eagerly around him with soft gulp, gulp, gulp. When he was spent, she pulled back with a final, satisfied pop, a strand of pearly white connecting her black lips to his twitching cock for a second before she licked it away.
Mavis smiled up at him, licking her lips. "Mmm. Top-tier seed, Billy. Really top-tier." She stood in one fluid, graceful motion. "Now I need that big, beautiful human fuck-stick inside me. Heh, can't believe I just said fuck-stick~!"
Before he could even process what was happening, she leapt onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist with surprising strength. Her sharp nails—black, like her lipstick—hooked into the fabric of her tights and her underwear beneath. Riiip!
All on her own, she tore a hole right over her pussy, exposing her wet, pink flesh to the cool air. His massive, still-throbbing cock slid against her slick folds.
"Come on, Billy! Pleeease~!" Mavis begged, her voice dropping to a husky, desperate whisper. "Fuck me. Fuck my tight little vampire pussy. I need to feel you stretch me open. Please."
His brain short-circuited. This woman was begging him. This not-oxygen-breathing woman wanted him to pound her.
'Fuck it.'
He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, lifting her up properly, and guided his cock to her entrance. With a grunt, he thrust up into her.
"YES!" Mavis cried out, her head thrown back. "Oh, yes! YES~!!!"
This vampire pussy was impossibly tight and cool. His cock was like fire in comparison. From the very start, he slammed her up and down on his cock right there in the open doorway. He grunted and let his huge balls smack against her ass.
"Oh yes, oh yes!!! OH YESSSS!!! THIS IS HUMAN DIIICKKK~!!"
Mavis was grinning and happy. Her sharp nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, her cries of pleasure echoing through the whole neighborhood. Did Billy care? No fucking way.
"Oh! Oh! Right there! Fucking right there, Billy!" Mavis' pussy and her voice reacted with pure positivity. There was not an unimpressionable inch in her. "Unnnh! YES! I'M CUMMIIING~!!"
Her first orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shaking thing. He didn't stop. He pistoned into her, feeling her pussy try to keep him cold and still. But no fucking way was he just going to stop after one orgasm. He was a machine, a beast, focused only on pounding into this beautiful creature.
"Another! Give me another!"
Plus, Mavis herself wanted it.
His thrusts became even harder, deeper. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the air.
"TWO! THREE!" MAvis shrieked, her back arching. "Human dick! So big~!!! It's the best! It's the best!"
Billy and Mavis both lost count after five orgasms. He was just a vessel of pure fucking, giving her exactly what she begged for. Her tenth orgasm was a screaming, writhing masterpiece, her pussy clamping down on him, wanting to freeze him. This cunt definitely belonged to a non-human. She didn't get hotter, she got colder. Her fangs grazed his neck as she sobbed with pleasure.
"Cum in me, Billy! P-please. Pump your fucking top-tier seed deep in my vampire hole! I-I need it." Thrust, thrust, thrust! Balls smacked and cock went as deep as possible. I NEED your cream pie!!!"
Billy couldn't have held back if he wanted to. With a final, ground-shaking roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. His release was a flood, a thick, heart-pumping creampie that filled her completely. He felt it spill out around the edges of his cock, dripping down his balls and her thighs.
As he pumped into her, she crushed her lips against his, her tongue dueling with his, tasting herself and him. Mavis kissed him with a frantic, desperate passion.
When he was finally, completely spent, he pulled out. A river of his cum immediately gushed out of her, dripping onto his doorstep. Mavis sighed lovingly. In love maybe. She unwrapped her legs, sliding down his body, and kissed him one last time, a slow, deep, thankful kiss.
"Best Halloween ever." Her light-blue eyes were hazy with satisfaction. She then pecked him on the cheek and turned, her cum-filled pussy still leaking his essence down her striped tights, and skipped down his porch steps. She looked back over her shoulder, gave him a cute, little wave, and disappeared into the night.
Billy stood there, slack-jawed, his pants around his ankles, his mind utterly, completely blown. The door was still wide open. The bowl of candy and chocolate had been tossed behind him, spilled over onto the carpet.
"Wow…"
He couldn't think. On autopilot, without pulling up his pants, he turned, dropped down, and picked up the candy and chocolate. He swallowed the nerves inside him.
'D-did I just really—?'
Knock, knock!
Oh fuck.
Someone was here. Oh fuck…!
"Yo-ho! Over here, neighbour!
The second knock was sharper and more insistent. Billy gulped, closed his eys, and got up. His mind was still reeling, his spent cock already twitching back to life against his thigh. Mavis's essence still glistened on his doorstep.
And, well, this next trick or treater was in costume and smiling with utter affection in her eyes.
'What the actual fuck was happening?'
This one wasn't a vampire. Her hair was a wild, brilliant cascade of crimson that seemed to hold its own fire. It was the standard Konoha flak jacket over a black short-sleeved shirt and black moulant fitting pants. He could vaguely see the impressive swell of her breasts. Her grin was wide, confident, and her violet eyes immediately dropped down to his dick.
Again, she wasn't offended. She didn't screech at him. This redhead giggled.
This redhead was Kushina Uzumaki.
"Well, hello there, neighbor." Kushina's eyes dipped down and her eyes widened in genuine appreciation. "Wow. And I thought the legends about the Uchiha were something. That is a weapon, dattebane."
Billy could only stare, his mouth agape. "I… uh…n-nice costume."
"Costume? Ah, you mean my Jounin flak? It's not a costume, dear."
"R-r-right…"
Kushina didn't wait for an invitation, stepped into his house, and kicked the door shut with a heeled boot. "The name's Kushina Uzumaki. And you," she said, her gaze locked on his thickening length, "are exactly what this lonely mother needed tonight."
She moved into his space, one hand snaking around the back of his neck to pull him down into a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting of mint and a faint, exotic spice. It was demanding, experienced. Her other hand found his cock, her grip firm and knowing. Mavis had this enthusiasm about her, Kushina had a kind of experience. She stroked him with a slow, deliberate pace that had him fully hard in three agonizingly perfect pulls.
Kushina broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "My husband… he doesn't appreciate what he has at home. But a young, hung man like you? Mmm." She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I bet you'd know exactly what to do with a desperate, aching pussy, wouldn't you?"
This chick was from the world of Naruto. Billy knew that. What the fuck was she doing here in the suburbs Toronto? What was the real Mavis doing here?
He could tell. He could feel it. This wasn't roleplay. It just wasn't. Or maybe his dick was just playing tricks on him.
"Ah…"
Kushina turned around, placed her hands flat against his front door, and bent over. She pushed her hips back. "Don't just stare, Billy. This MILF cunt hasn't been properly stretched in years. Fucking ruin it."
He was being asked to pull her pants down. He was being asked to accept this reality and not just be pushed by it.
His brain finally caught up, overridden by a primal, base instinct. He shoved his massive, throbbing cock against her black pants, against her wet cunt. He could feel, just not penetrate yet.
"Y-you're so wet already…"
"Heh, I told you I was lonely," Kushina giggled, pushing her hips back against him. "Now stop teasing and fucking wreck me."
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties, yanking them down to her knees in one rough motion. Her pussy was revealed, a glistening, pink flower surrounded by a neatly trimmed patch of fiery red hair. He didn't wait. He lined up and drove forward.
CLAP—!
"Unnh! Yesss!!!" Kushina cried out, her head snapping back. "This is the dick I've been missing! Mmm, good! Good!"
He did it. He willingly participated. Billy licked his lips.
This MILF was not very tight, but goddamn, her Uzumaki vigor was real! She took all fourteen inches in one smooth, gut-wrenching thrust and slammed back. The jiggles of her ass cheeks as Billy stood there and she pleasured herself was phenomenal.
"Fuck! Fuck! So fucking big!" she moaned, her voice trembling with ecstatic shock. Shock that soon turned into a proper grin. "I love it! I love it!"
Kushina set the pounding rhythm right from the start. All Billy had to do was hold her hips tight and pull her onto his cock with every thrust. The carnal need from her was knee-buckling. SMACK! SMACK! SQUELCH! Her ass jiggled and clapped against his pelvis with every powerful drive.
He had to fuck back. He had to.
And as her pussylips retreated and took him to the tip, Billy used that opportunity to slam down with her. Not guide, not pull or push, but slam!
"Oh, gods, yes! Right there!" He did it again and again. He thrust into her as she fucked herself on his cock. "Good boy! Pound my greedy little cunt!"
To think Kushina Uzumaki's voice would be echoing in his house. Fuck, he just couldn't believe it. The mother didn't let him do as he pleased. She kept pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with a powerful, rhythmic counter-force. She was fucking him back with a energetic passion that left him breathless.
"Oh good! Oh gooood! You're making me cummmm~!!!"
Kushina wasn't as tight as Mavis. She didn't have to be. Her vigor and her pace, it was all superhuman.
"You feel so fucking good! Breed me! Fill this lonely pussy up!"
He could feel her walls start to flutter, a rapid, insistent pulsation that gripped his cock like a vise. "I'm… I'm cumming! Don't you fucking stop!" she shrieked, her pussy convulsing around him. Her back arching dramatically as she clenched down on him. This second orgasm wouldn't be the end. Hell, Billy couldn't tell when it would be the end.
A vampire and a ninja…
"Oh gosh! Oh fuccck! Making me cum agaiiin~!!!!"
They were superhuman. They had superhuman needs too.
Billy kept pounding, fucking her through her climax. Every thrust sent new jolts of pleasure through her oversensitive body. Kushina gasped and whimpered. Suddenly, she was slowing. "A-another! Fuck! Give me another one!"
In spite of her exclamation, or maybe because of it, but she wanted more, so he gave it. He delivered. He gave her the backshots she needed.
His own climax was building like a volcano. He pistoned into her, his balls slapping wetly against her ass.
"CUMMING AGAIN!" she wailed, her voice cracking. This orgasm was even more violent, her whole body shaking as she ground her hips against him, forcing him impossibly deep. And this time, he could feel it, she was done. She could no longer smack back against him.
The same could be said about Billy. The feel of Kushina's hot cunt, the sight of her ass jiggling, the raw, vulgar sounds of their fucking—it pushed him over the edge. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he grunted, slamming into her to the hilt.
"Do it! Pump your fucking load in me! I want it!" The MILF reached back to grab his thigh, her nails digging in. "Mark this pussy as yours!"
A massive, thick wave of cum flooded her depths, the force of it making her gasp. Kushina's one arm on the door fell flat and her face smacked against the door. It didn't matter to her. She grinned and drooled as this hung young man creampied her.
"Fuck, fuck….!" Billy swore. He was nutting so damn much. He felt it splash back against his balls, hot and abundant. He kept pumping, his hips stuttering as he unloaded every last drop into her hungry, clenching cunt.
But Kushina wasn't done. One last push. "A-again. I need it a-again," she panted. She pushed back against him, somehow keeping him hard inside her. "Y-y-you're not empty. I can feel it. Give me another fucking creampie."
Her hand slapped his ass. It shouldn't have been impossible for him to cum again. Maybe Mavis did something to him. Maybe it was the situation itself.
Incredibly, his dick responded. The stimulation of her still-quivering walls, her sheer demanding presence, brought a second, surprising orgasm roaring to the surface. He came again, a second, slightly thinner but no less potent flood of seed joining the first, filling her to absolute capacity.
Finally, he slumped over her back, spent, his cock twitching weakly inside her. A river of their mixed fluids began to leak out almost immediately, dripping down her thighs and onto his floor.
Plip… plip… plip…!
Kushina was against the door, her grin never having faded. She slowly straightened up, his softening cock sliding out of her. She sighed and arched to her full height, a satisfied, almost maternal smile on her face. She looked like she wanted to hug the door. But she did have to address the man of the hour.
She turned. She smiled.
Kushina reached down and gave his slick, spent dick a gentle, affectionate pat.
"Haah…! Told you Uzumakis have strong life force." Billy nodded while Kushina giggled and pulled her pants up. A visible wet spot immediately began to bloom on the fabric. "What a good neighbor I have." She leaned in, kissed him softly on the cheek, and opened the door. "Don't be a stranger. This MILF gets very lonely."
She slipped out. Yep, just like that, she was out of his house, leaving Billy once again leaning against his doorframe, utterly bewildered.
His cock was already fully hard and twitching in the cool air.
He didn't know what was going on, only that all those years of stress, college, and not jerking off were hitting him all at once.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The knock came not from the door, but from deeper inside the house. Billy's head snapped around, his heart hammering against his ribs. He'd just metaphorically closed the door on Kushina's departure. He was alone.
Wasn't he?
Scrambling, he yanked his sweatpants up over his slick, spent cock and jogged over to his living room.
Knock, knock!
Louder knocks and definitely coming from his living room. He wasn't alone.
Leaning against his fireplace mantle was a woman—a demon—taller than anyone he had ever seen. And, once again, NOT a costume. No way it could be. She was too natural. In a sharp red tuxedo jacket and black suspenders, her impossibly long, blonde hair cascading down her back in a magnificent ponytail. Her skin was pale white, her lips were black, and her eyes held red irises that seemed to glow with a warm, if unnerving, light.
Billy vaguely knew who this was…
"Hi there!" she chirped, her voice a booming, operatic soprano filled with genuine delight. She pushed off the mantle, her heeled shoes clicking on the hardwood. She had to be at least six and a half feet tall. "I'm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar! And wow, you are just having a night, aren't you?"
Billy could only stare, his mouth agape for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.
"I… Charlie?"
From…what was that show called? Hazbin Hotel?
"H-how did you get in here?" he asked. She was a demon or something, right? Shouldn't she be in heaven? No, wait, more than that, why was she here in house? And how? H-he hadn't even notice...
He glanced about. No window was opened. 'So how in the world did she manage to sneak inside...?'
"Oh, a little demonic zoom-zoom!" Charlie said with a joyful flourish of her hand. "The point is, I'm here! And I am just so, so, SO happy for you! This is working out perfectly!"
"What… what is?" Billy stammered.
"This!" Charlie exclaimed, gesturing broadly to him, the room, the entire situation. "This neighborhood! This Halloween! See, Billy," she said, leaning down conspiratorially, though she was still a head taller than him, "this place is special. Women from all across the multiverse, we all agreed to converge right here, tonight, for a little… festivity. Some of us even lose our memories of our old life! It's a contract."
"O-okay…"
"And one very lucky, very well-endowed man was chosen to be our gracious host! Our treat! And that's you!"
Charlie clapped her hands together, her joy almost infectious. Almost. She walked away and started gesturing wildly. "I was one of the founding members of this little 'Halloween Heaven'! I just had to pop in and see how you were doing. And from the looks of you—and the sounds I just heard—you are having an absolute blast! My heart is just so full!"
Her eyes then drifted down, a blush appearing on her rosy cheeks. "And, uh… wow. I can see why the selection committee was so impressed." Her voice dropped to a nervous, excited whisper. "That is… that is the biggest cock I have ever seen."
Charlie crossed the few feet between them. She wore a beautiful, nervous smile on her face. "So… do you, maybe… want to fuck me, too?"
Her long, elegant fingers, tipped with black pointed nails, reached out and gently stroked the massive bulge in his sweatpants. The touch, so gentle and reverent compared to the others, made him aroused. He was already hardening again. Who could blame him?
"Y-yes."
Billy could hardly hear himself. Understand all this. But…he got the jist of it. This Halloween was his Halloween.
Her face lit up like the sun. "Yay!" she squealed and smiled. "Okay! Let's do this!"
With a tenderness that bordered on worship, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, slapping against the crisp white fabric of her dress shirt with a heavy thwack.
Charlie gasped, her red eyes going wide. "Oh my goodness!" she breathed, her hands flying to her cheeks. "It's even more magnificent up close! It's so thick! And veiny! And… and alive!" She was practically vibrating with nervous excitement. "Okay. Okay. I can do this. For happiness! My happiness!"
She dropped to her knees, her long blonde hair pooling on the floor around her. She looked up at him, her expression one of pure, unadulterated awe. "This is for making so many people happy tonight, Billy."
Then she leaned forward, and instead of taking him in her mouth, she nuzzled her face against his shaft, rubbing her cheek along its length. "Mmmm," she hummed and rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. Having a large celestial woman like this rubbing herself on his cock was pleasant and swelled him with pride. "You smell like fun too."
Her approach was playful, exploratory. She kissed the tip, a soft, black-lipped peck. Mwah! Then she gave the broad head a tentative lick.
"Salty," Charlie remarked, before opening her mouth wide.
But she didn't deepthroat him like Mavis. This was different. This was a celebration. She took the first few inches into her mouth and began to bob her head with a cheerful, eager rhythm. Glrk! Shloop! Gulp! She had a gag reflex, it seemed, making noise and expression. Each sound was punctuated by a happy, muffled little moan. She used her hands, too, one pumping the base of his shaft in a tight fist while the other gently cupped and massaged his heavy balls
Oh fuuuck—!
Charlie pulled off with a loud, wet POP! A string of saliva connecting her black lips to his shiny new crown. "Isn't this great?" Charlie beamed, her face flushed with pleasure. "This is just… this is what connection is all about!" Then she dove back down, taking him deeper this time. Ten inches, if that. Going up and down, up and down, always leaving room for her hand to also jerk him off.
Her technique was enthusiastic, a little clumsy, and utterly perfect. Charlie wasn't a succubus seeking to drain him. She giggled around his length, the vibrations mmmmpfh-ing through his entire body. She'd pull off to gasp, "Is this good?" and Billy would nod. Charlie would smile and eagerly swallow him down again. It seemed her limit was ten inches.
He could feel the pressure building in his sack. "Charlie…! I'm getting close…"
She pulled off immediately, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes! Do it, Billy! But don't swallow! Spray it!" There was weird, erotic gleeful desperation in her. "I want to wear your cum! I want to feel your joy all over my face! Please!"
She positioned herself directly in front of his throbbing cock, her mouth open in an 'O' of anticipation, her eyes squeezed shut. It was the permission he needed. He jerked himself off. He gasped and build the tightening sensation more and more until—
Spuuurt!
The first thick, pearly rope launched across her face, painting a stripe of white over her cheek and nose. SPLAT! The second shot hit her directly in the mouth, and she stuck out her tongue to catch it with a happy ahhh! The third, fourth, fifth—a yogurt-like, copious load—splashed across her forehead, her other cheek, and her chin, dripping down onto her pristine white shirt and red jacket.
A celestial woman with a celestial tuxedo, tainted by a nobody like Billy.
He emptied himself completely. When he was finally spent, he looked down.
Charlie slowly opened her eyes. Her face was a shiney, beautiful mess. Thick, white cum dripped from her chin and the tip of her nose. She carefully ran a finger through the mess on her cheek, brought it to her black lips, and tasted it.
"Mmm… euphoric," she whispered, her voice full of wonder. Then she looked up at him, a beatific, cum-covered smile spreading across her features. "That was amazing, Billy! You are so ready for what comes next!"
She grinned, she snapped her fingers, and Charlie Morningstar was gone in a sparkle of yellow.
Wow, okay.
"S-so I guess that's the explanation…" Billy rubbed the back of his head. "Makes sense…I guess."
The doorbell chimed. It wasn't a knock. Guess somebody had the manners to actually press the button.
'Hm, well, isn't it possible for normal trick-or-treaters to still come?'
He didn't know. But still, he couldn't help but be giddy and excited. He jogged over and pulled the door open with a grin.
"Hi!"
"Yoo-hoo~!"
Standing on his porch was Shinobu Kocho. She didn't bother with a costume. His eyes went wide when he realized…
'Oh my gosh, she's in lingerie.' It was hot. His dick twitched. His next thought was, 'Wouldn't it be too cold?'
Shinobu was the Insect Hashira, blessed with a petite frame poured into an exquisite set of black-purple lingerie. The straps were a delicate black lace that crisscrossed over her pale shoulders, leading down to a plunging brassiere of deep, shimmering purple that did little to contain the soft swell of her breasts. They were push-ups too, making her C-cups look soft and big. The matching bottoms were a hot, fancy blend of purple and black. High-cut and showing everything her legs had to offer except for her pussy.
Her raven-black hair, fading to a dark violet at the tips, was pinned up. Her large, insect-like eyes had a mesmerizing gradient of purple and violet devoid of pupils. They appraised him with an unnerving calm. A small, knowing smile played on her pink lips.
"Trick or treat," Shinobu said. Her voice was a soft, melodic hum. Woof. She held out a small, empty basket.
"Right! Candy!" Billy said. He turned and dropped down to the large bowl he'd set down on the floor. He grabbed a handful of chocolate bars. "I've got plenty—"
He turned back to offer them.
The porch was empty.
A cool, delicate fingertip traced the shell of his ear. He froze.
'How did she…?'
"My, my," Shinobu whispered from directly behind him, a breathy sound that sent a shiver straight down his spine. "You've been a very busy host, haven't you? I can smell the… festivities on you."
Her other hand slid between his legs from behind. Her palm cupped him through his sweatpants, her fingers expertly finding the massive, semi-hard length of him.
Billy gulped, the handful of candy clattering onto the floor.
"So much to give," Shinobu purred, her fingers beginning a slow, torturous stroke over the cock through the cotton. Her grip was impossibly light, a feathery caress that hastened arousal and blood with every pass. Shinobu didn't go for strength. He could feel the lack of brute force in her hands. But what she lacked in power, she more than made up for in precision.
Up and down, up and down, she gripped with her fingers and stroked him. Even the balls, she didn't spare outlining their shape with her fingers.
Each subtle shift of her fingers, each change in pressure, was a masterclass in tease. She traced the throbbing vein along the girthy monster shaft. His cock swelled to its full, daunting size under her ministrations, straining against the cotton. It was a huge, comical tent.
"S-Shinobu…!"
"Ah, so you already know my name? I'm honoured."
Each whisper, every stroke made his dick harder, hotter, fuller.
"It aches, doesn't it?" she whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe. "So desperate for release after all that work. Let me help."
Shinobu spun him around to face her, gently, not with force. It was like his brain had been hypnotized. He could only watch as she pressed her ass against his huge pitched tent, her petite frame slotting on his big dick perfectly. She giggled. "Ahh, I underestimated it." She pulled herself off and then made sure to push against his cock. To make it flat against his stomach and move, a slow, hypnotic grind of her silk-clad rear against the aching bulge.
The friction was insane. The smooth, cool silk of her lingerie and her ass glided up and down his heaven-pointed dick, creating a sensation that was almost torment yet fully bliss. Billy's hands flew to her hips. He tried to steady himself. It wasn't like she had the fattest ass. Her hips were very much wide and she had this easy-going, sexy tone to her ass. It just worked. Somehow. It made his dick feel like it wanted to cum and prove her wrong.
"Oh god, Shinobu…!"
"That's it," Shinobu encouraged and she smirked and let her ass just twerk. Letting her ass let go of his ass and just let his cock feel on its own. "Just let it go. All of it. For me."
Her lingerie, her ass, and her wide hips…
The coil of pleasure in his nutsack, wound impossibly tight by Mavis, by Kushina, by Charlie Morning, and now by her expert teasing, made him oversensitive and he snapped.
He soaked through his sweatpants in an instant. The first couple cumshots were absurd and hefty. The cotton fabric darkened obscenely, the warm, wet spread of it earning a small smile from Shinobu. The force of it seemed endless, pulse after pulse of thick seed spilling out. A testament to his size and the pent-up need she'd so expertly exploited.
Shinobu giggled, a light, musical sound, and didn't stop grinding. She pressed herself back against him, milking him through the convulsions, working his sensitive cock until he was shuddering and weak-kneed, until the last, weak spurts were coaxed from him.
Finally, she stilled. Shinobu glanced over her shoulder and her gradient eyes shined. "My, my. What a mess you've made."
Shinobu stepped away and, with a swiftness that left him dizzy, knelt before him. Her fingers made quick work and pushed his soaked sweatpants down to his thighs in one motion.
The sight that greeted her made her draw a sharp, teasing gasp. His massive, fourteen-inch cock, still glistening and throbbing, was painted white. His coconut-sized balls were slick and wet.
"Incredible," Shinobu breathed, not with shock, but with avid appreciation.
The Insect Hashira leaned forward and did something that made his knees buckle. She rubbed her cheek against his wet, sensitive shaft, nuzzling him, smearing his own cum across her pale skin and his heated flesh. The act was so intimately debauched he could only watch, mesmerized.
Then her delicate, deadly fingers wrapped around his base. Oh fuck. He was still hard. Impossibly hard.
Shinobu looked up at him, her expression one of serene confidence. "You see, Billy," she said, her grip tightening just so, her thumb swirling over the slick head. "True skill isn't about strength. It's about knowing exactly where to touch." Her other hand cupped his heavy balls, weighing them, a gentle pressure
Her delicate fingers began to stroke him. It was not a rough, demanding stroke, but something far more sublime. Her grip was a perfect, knowledgeable pressure, her thumb sealing over his slit with a practiced twist before pulling away, now glistening with a fresh pearl of pre-cum. She brought it to her lips, her gradient eyes locked on his.
"Mm," Shinobu hummed, tasting him. "Exquisite. A flavor worth savoring."
But she used her hands first and foremost, not her lips.
Her hand resumed its work. She wasn't trying to make him climax; this was a harvest. Her pumps were slow, torturously deliberate, her palm cupping the throbbing head to collect the seepage, her fingers dancing along his sensitive frenulum to coax out more. Each time her thumb swept across the tip, it came away slicker, the clear, salty fluid beading endlessly from him. She was an artist, and his rampant arousal was her medium.
Shinobu greedily collected it, tasting him again and again, a soft, approving sound escaping her throat each time. "You produce so much. A veritable fountain."
Billy could only watch, his breath hitching, his entire world narrowing to the dizzying sensation of her expert hand and the sight of her pink tongue darting out to taste what she drew from him. Just when he felt the crest of another orgasm building, an inevitability he couldn't stop, her hand stilled.
"Not yet," Shinobu whispered, her voice a thread of sound. "The main event requires a proper stage."
With a grip that brooked no argument, she seized his nutsack and guided his shaky legs backwards, out onto the porch. The cool night air nearly made him snap out of it. This…hypnotism. But then Shinobu gently pushed him down onto the wooden chair on the porch and he was back to being in love.
Shinobu stood before him, her expression that same placid, cheerful mask. "Yoo-hoo! Is anyone in there?"
"Y-yeah. S-sorry, you're just so…beautiful."
She giggled. "I am honoured." She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her flimsy lingerie bottoms and peeled them down her slender legs. She was pale and perfect everywhere.
She climbed onto him, smiling softly, and she grabbed his cock. She positioned the swollen, weeping head of his cock at her entrance and lowered herself with a breathy sigh.
Her cheerful facade slowly cracked.
Her eyes, once calm pools of violet, flew wide with a shock so profound it stole the air from her lungs. A sharp, choked gasp escaped her instead of words. "Nngh—!?"
Every inch was a battle. Her tight, tiny pussy was stretched to a brutal, unimaginable limit. He was too much, a thick, unyielding invasion that burned and filled her in ways she hadn't known were possible. The Hashira was trained to be the best yet—
"T-t-this thing…! Ngggh~!!!"
Shinobu trembled aggressively. Her thighs shook with the strain of holding herself up, of trying to accommodate him. Her calm, mischievous demeanor evaporated.
Billy saw it all. He saw the dawning shock, the struggle for control, the way her pretty mouth formed a perfect 'O' of overwhelmed surprise. The sight of the unflappable Shinobu Kocho coming utterly unraveled just from taking him inside her was the most potent aphrodisiac he'd ever experienced.
His hands, which had been gripping the chair's sidearms for balance, flew to her ass. Shinobu's beautiful, peach-shaped ass, the feature he'd been yearning to touch since he first saw her. He grasped the full, perfect cheeks, squeezing the firm, yielding flesh.
And he fucked her.
He drove upwards, burying the last impossible inches inside her, seating himself to the hilt.
A sound tore from Shinobu's throat then, a raw, shattered shriek that was miles away from her earlier musical giggle. It was a cry of pleasure so intense it tipped into white. Her back arched violently, her head thrown back. Her pussy clamped around him and it was obvious from the tightness that she came. Instantly. Her first orgasm wracked her petite frame, a seizure of ecstasy that left her gasping and blind.
"T-t-that's…oh god…ngghhh~!!"
She was trying to recover.
Casually, Billy pulled her down onto him, his hips pistoning upwards. She gasped again and threw her head back. Eyes were wide. It couldn't be stopped.
"C-c-cumming~!!"
Another thrust nearly spiralled another orgasm. Only her willpower helped her. Each powerful thrust jolted through her, stealing her breath, breaking down every last vestige of her composure.
"Aah! Ah! W-wait—!" she mewled, but her body betrayed her, climaxing again. And again. Each orgasm crashed over her before the previous one had even receded. She was drowning in orgasms. Her pussy was a slave to the colossal cock that was remaking her from the inside out.
"T-this thing! I-it's making me—! So big! So goood! I-I can't!!!"
Shinobu Kocho moaned, she sobbed his name, she begged wordlessly, sounds she had never made, never even conceived of making, now ripped from her very soul.
She was about to pass out.
"Unh—!"
Until Billy spanked her. A sharp, stinging slap on the flawless curve of her right cheek. "Stay with me," he commanded. "Come on, you can do this."
The pain was a bright, sharp focus in the haze of pleasure. Her eyes, glazed and unfocused, somehow found his until he thrust into her and she cursed loudly. "Fuck~!!!" Another orgasm seized her, this one wringing a guttural cry from her depths.
He spanked the other cheek, the pink handprint a brand on her pale skin. "Don't you pass out. Not until I fill you up."
Billy was close. He could feel the pressure coiling in his sack. He fucked her through another screaming climax. Her pussy was milking him and begging for his seed. He held her pretty peach ass cheeks tight, keeping her impaled, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more frantic.
"Oh god! Oh godsss!!! You're making me feel like I'm in heavveeen~!"
"Are you angry?"
"Nooo! No, not anymore! I can't! I can't! Not from this cockkkk! I can't stop cummiiiing~!!"
Good.
With a roar that was half groan, half victory cry, Billy came and released his seed deep into her clutching depths. He poured into her, pulse after thick, endless pulse, claiming her, filling the impossible emptiness he'd created. He felt her inner walls flutter around him, triggering one final, shuddering, silent orgasm that left her body limp.
The tension drained from him completely. The pleasure was so absolute it almost made him pass out. As the last few spurts eased from him, he saw Shinobu's eyes roll back in her head. The Insect Hashira went completely slack, a puppet with its strings cut. She slumped backward, her consciousness surrendering to the sensory overload.
She would have fallen off of him and the chair, but Billy caught Shinobu, pulling her limp, petite form against his chest. Her head lolled onto his shoulder, her breath coming in soft, shallow puffs against his neck. Her breasts pressed flush against him. He could feel the frantic, racing beat of her heart slowly beginning to calm. He held the unconscious demon slayer close.
Carefully, Billy got up and put the limp, blissed-out form of Shinobu Kochō onto the sturdy wooden chair. It was still outside, still on the porch, but, well what else was he to do?
He adjusted her gently, his own nakedness feeling less strange with each passing encounter. His porch was simple: a worn but comfortable couch, this one chair, and a few sad-looking pumpkins.
The air shifted. It wasn't the wind. It was a pressure change, a sudden, dense spiritual weight that made the hairs on his arms stand up. A Garganta, a tear in the fabric of reality itself, split the world on his yard. From the inky void stepped a woman who was certainly not ordinary and very much confirmed that this was all supernatural and not some elaborate prank.
'Can't fake a portal…'
This dark-skinned was tall, powerfully built, with huge breasts and a gaze of aqua green that held the depth of an ocean. Short, messy golden blonde hair framed her face, three intricate braids falling amidst the strands. She wore an Arrancar jacket, zipped up to a high collar that obscured the lower half of her face, but it was artfully, provocatively open from the bottom up, exposing a toned stomach and the magnificent, jaw-dropping swell of her large breasts. On the left side of her right breast, the number '3' was etched permanently into her skin.
She regarded him coolly, her eyes doing a slow, deliberate sweep from his face down his chest, past his stomach, to his now-softening cock lying against his thigh. A flicker of something—interest, appraisal—passed through her intense eyes.
"I am Tier Harribel. Tercera Espada and Queen of Hueco Mundo."
"Uh. Billy. The… homeowner?" he managed, feeling utterly insignificant.
A slight, almost imperceptible nod. "I was informed this was a place of respite. Apologies for my lateness."
"Respite? Sure. Yeah. Have a seat." The wooden chair was taken by the creampied Shinobu, so he gestured weakly to the couch, suddenly hyper-aware of his nudity. She moved with a predator's grace, settling onto the far end of the couch, the leather creaking under her weight. The silence stretched, thick and awkward.
"So…" Billy fumbled, sitting as gingerly as he could to avoid… sticking to the couch. "Hueco Mundo. That's the… desert dimension of ghost people, right?"
"Hollows. Yes." Harribel's voice was flat, laden with a fatigue that seemed bone-deep. "The weight of ruling it is… incessant."
"Yeah, I can't even keep a succulent alive. I can't imagine." Billy tried a smile. It felt weak. "You gotta get a hobby. You know, to decompress. Maybe… sand art? Seems on-theme."
She stared at him. For a terrifying second, he thought he'd offended her. Then, a low, genuine chuckle escaped her lips. It was a rich, beautiful sound. "Sand art," she repeated, a real smile touching her eyes. "Perhaps. The endless white dunes do offer a blank canvas." She leaned back, the motion causing her jacket to gap open further, revealing more of the incredible olive skin of her chest.
"I've seen your, uh…world." Billy had seen the anime Bleach and was more than aware of how it worked. "Can't you figure something out to maybe get things from Earth? You can't stay there, I know, but there is interesting stuff on Earth."
"Like what?"
"You ever watch TV? Or, wait, a phone? Or…" Right, right, Halloween. He jogged over to the open door, dick smacking against his thigh, and retrieved a bar of chocolate. "How about this, hm?"
"...chocolate. I've heard."
He unwrapped the bar from the top and presented it to her. It was in perfect temperature too. "It's great, trust."
Harribel stared. "Hollows don't have to eat."
"But you can, can't you?"
"...hm." Tentatively, she took the bar of chocolate. She bit into it. Her eyes widened. "Oh. Oh."
"Good, right?"
Harribel's wide eyes met his eyes, she nodded, and proceeded to eat the half the chocolate bar in one bite. Her teeth crunched and devoured the chocolate instantly. "Ah, be careful," he reached forward and tugged on the wrapper, "don't eat that."
"Understood."
Smiling, he watched her eat. He watched her be pleased by the taste of human chocolate. He went over and brought three more bars of chocolate. All were from different companies too. Harribel would unwrap every whole chocolate bar and throat it in one bite. Hollows ate…strangely, almost like cannibals, but what else was he to expect? She wasn't human. She had big boobs, an erotic voice, arms and legs, but she wasn't human. Of course there were bound to be differences.
"So…"
"I like it," Harribel said immediately. "I didn't expect to but…" She met his eyes and he could feel her joy and smile. "Thank you, Billy. This was wonderful."
He gave a nod. "I have candy too. It's more sugary but—"
"I'll try it," Harribel said. Realizing that maybe she said it too quickly, she flushed red. "A-although…I suppose I can be be patient and gift you first."
Billy cocked his head. "Gift me?"
"Obviously, I mean sex," Harribel murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of his body again, this time lingering. "Sexual intercourse as a gift. I…wanted to do it for the sake of relaxing my body. It's why I agreed to all this. But…you've given me more than that. I would like to truly thank you."
His face flushed. "It's, uh, it's an honour, but it's really just chocolate."
"No." Her gaze was intense, focused. "The stress of rule… it creates a particular kind of emptiness. A hollow-ness, one might say." She paused, her meaning crystal clear. "I find myself… wanting to do something substantial for you."
Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the zipper of her jacket. The sound of the metal teeth separating was obscenely loud in the quiet night. Ziiiiip! She pulled it down, the high collar falling away to reveal sharp, elegant features and full lips. She kept going, parting the jacket completely to bare her torso.
Her brown breasts were magnificent, full and heavy, crowned with taut, dusky nipples. The '3' on her right breast was now fully visible, a badge of her immense power.
"W-woah…"
Easily, among all the women he had encountered, she had the biggest pair of tits he had seen. No competition—and no offence to those other ladies.
"Billy," Harribel called out, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that went straight to his groin. "It would be an honor if I could fuck you. Would you grant me this?"
It wasn't a question of consent. It was a formality of the highest order. As if on its own command, his cock stirred, then thickened, then rose in a smooth, relentless arc until it stood at its full, staggering fourteen-inch length.
Harribel's eyes widened slightly, a hiss of appreciative air escaping her lips. "Mmmnph. Exquisite. A true honor." She slid gracefully from the couch to her knees on the porch floor before him.
Queen Tier Harribel first placed a soft, closed-mouth kiss on the throbbing head, her lips cool against his feverish skin. "Mwah." Another kiss, just below the crown. Then her tongue snaked out, a hot, wet point of contact that traced the prominent vein along the underside.
Silently, she pointed his cock down with a hand and opened her mouth. She dunked down on his tip. Her tongue swirled around him, a wet, insistent pressure. She sank down, taking an incredible five, then six inches of him into the wet, sucking heat of her mouth. Her aqua green eyes looked up at him, holding his gaze as she began to move.
She did not make a single sound. Not even a gag reflex.
Harribel's head bobbed with a slow, perfect rhythm, each descent deeper than the last. Six inch, seven inches, eight inches…!
His thighs trembled. This chick was royalty and simply amazing…!
Harribel seemed to realize her own talents and casually deep-throated him, taking him to the hilt until his pubic bone pressed against her nose. His entire world narrowed to the incredible, tight, wet heat enveloping him. "H-Harribel…!"
She held him there for a long moment, her throat muscles fluttering around him, before pulling back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft.
She was smiling, a genuine, euphoric smile, even as she gasped for air. "It seems you are enjoying this. I am glad," she breathed before diving back down. All that cock and she just took it down. Fourteen inches was meant to be throated by the Queen of Hueco Mundo.
"Harribel… I'm gonna… fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
She didn't pull away. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deep one final time with a hungry mmmph, her eyes locked on his, urging him on.
It was a powerful, seemingly endless surge of baby batter. Splurt, splurt, spuuurt! Rope after hot, thick rope of his cum painted the back of her throat. She drank it down, a low, satisfied moan rumbling through her, but he was coming too hard, too much. It spilled from the corners of her lips, streaking down her chin and onto her magnificent chest, glazing her and the '3' tattooed there.
Finally, spent, he collapsed back against the couch, his cock slipping from her mouth with a final, soft slip. Harribel sat back on her heels, her face a beautiful mess of his white cum. She was still smiling, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She leaned forward, and with a tenderness that belied the filthy act, she placed one last, loving kiss on the sensitive, oversensitized tip of his cock.
"Mwah~! Was that to your satisfaction, Billy?"
It was. It really fucking was and he nodded feverishly.
His spent cock was still slick with her saliva, resting on his thigh. He had to catch his breath. All this sex, all this cumming, it seemed impossible to just keep being hard. But then he looked at who was kneeling to him. Tier Harribel remained on her knees, a portrait of serene satisfaction, his release glistening on her chin and chest. Billy looked at her, at this powerful, regal being brought to her knees by his own body, and a new, profound hunger bloomed in his sack.
His cock surged into a full erection. From Harribel's erection, his flaccid state only lasted for a full ten seconds.
"You want to gift me, right?" He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of golden hair from her cheek. "Then lay down on the couch for me."
A slow, deep smile appeared on Harribel. "Of course." It was all the consent he needed, and all she needed to say.
She wiped as much cum as she could from her face before moving with that same lethal grace, rising and turning to lower herself onto the worn leather of his porch couch. She lay back, her magnificent breasts and her jacket open to frame said breasts. There was still plenty of cum on her tits and especially her titty.
Her lower garments faded away. It was something she manifested with her spiritual powers after all.
Harribel officially looked like a goddess awaiting a sacrifice. Billy positioned himself over her, one knee on either side of her hips, his body caging hers.
The sheer size of his dick was impossible to ignore, especially when he rubbed the length up and down her pussy. Even soft, he was impressive, but this thick, peak veined pillar of flesh came to rest past her navel and against her mid-stomach. Fourteen inches looked obscene, almost improbable, against her frame.
Harribel swallowed thickly. It was a challenge she relished.
Billy lowered his torso until his chest brushed against her nipples. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her unique scent. "Gosh…"
"Don't hold back. You want to be inside me, yes?"
"Yes, I want to be inside you, Tier. I want to feel that tight Espada pussy stretch around my cock. I want to fuck you so slow and so deep you forget your own name."
"Then do it," she whispered, her voice cracking with a vulnerability he hadn't heard before. Her hands came up to grasp his shoulders, her grip surprisingly strong. "Fill me, Billy. Make me feel something real."
He reached down, his fingers finding her slick, hot entrance. She was already dripping, her arousal making a soft, slick sound as he circled her clit. Then he lifted himself and he positioned the broad, ruddy head of his cock at her opening, applying the slightest pressure.
"Here it comes, Tier Harribel," Billy declared, looking down on her. "Every gifted inch."
He pushed.
The initial resistance was sweet and tight. Her head fell back, a sharp, guttural moan tearing from her throat as he began to breach her. "Mmmpfh!"
"God, you're tight," he groaned, the tightness almost blinding. So fucking tight for him. Taking his cock so good…!
He pushed deeper, a slow, inexorable invasion. He felt every ridge and contour of her pussylips stretching to accommodate his impossible girth. A wet, squelching sound accompanied each inch he gained. He lowered his cock and himself. He stared down at her, dripping with sweat and breathing on her.
"More." Her nails dug into his back, but she was pulling him closer, not pushing him away. "Deeper, Billy. I want to feel you in my stomach."
He sank the final, breathtaking five inches into her until his hips were flush against hers, his entire length buried inside her clutching, velvety cunt. They both stilled, panting, joined completely. He was so deep he could feel her heartbeat around his cock, a frantic, fluttering rhythm.
Th-thump. Th-thump.
She could feel it. He rasped and buried himself into her tits. She could feel him and he could feel her.
"Yes…! Yes~! I am full. So full of you. The emptiness is gone. It is just you. Only you."
He began to move then, establishing a slow, deep, rolling rhythm. He didn't pull out far, just enough to make the slide a delicious, dragging friction before plunging back into her depths. Each thrust was a deliberate, loving claiming.
All the while his face was squeezed by her boobs. Harribel even patted and stroked his scalp as he fucked her and hugged her tits as best he could. Thrusting, thrusting…
"Oh fuck, oh fuck…!"
Slow or not, that big dick made her eyes roll back.
Billy turned his head, capturing one taut, dusky nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Sluuurp! She cried out, her back arching, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
"Your tits are so fucking perfect, Tier," he mumbled around the sensitive bud, flicking it with his tongue. "I could bury my face in them forever while I fuck you."
"Do it." Harribel fully cradled his head, holding him to her chest. "Forget the world. Just be here. Fuck me and worship me."
He lost himself in the rhythm and the sensation. The slow, deep pistoning of his hips. The wet, sucking sounds of their union. The taste of her tits. Her moans, escalating with every inward stroke. He could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter and clench erratically around him.
"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" he grunted, increasing his pace just a fraction. "I can feel your pussy getting tighter."
"Hnggh~! T-t-that's—not before you…!"
"Cum for me, Tier. Let go."
Her answer was a broken scream as the first orgasm ripped through her. Her toes curled and her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, a series of intense, rhythmic contractions that squeezed his length.
Squeeze!
Harribel shook beneath him, her fingers clutching his hair, a long moan of pure ecstasy pouring from her lips.
He didn't stop. He held himself deep, grinding against her as she rode the waves of pleasure, letting her sensitive cunt be stroked through every last shudder.
"Again," he commanded softly, once her tremors began to subside. "I want to feel you cum on my cock again."
"W-wait! Wait—ngghhh~! T-t-this is supposed to be for you!"
Being buried in her huge tits while fucking her wasn't a gift? Tier Harribel really didn't understand human culture and Billy was glad for that. He managed to look up and smile when he saw her blushing and panting.
"B-Billy—!"
He thrust. She orgasmed. Her beautiful blue eyes rolled back.
"Oh godsss, I think I'm dreamiiiing! I'm dreamiiing!!"
He resumed his slow, deep thrusts, and it didn't take long. The overstimulation, the relentless, loving pressure, the sheer fullness—it was too much. A second, sharper climax overtook her, this one drawing a wordless cry from her throat. "Everything is going w-white! I-I think I'm—"
Her cream gushed around his shaft, coating him, making the slide even wetter, even more obscene. So he was able to fuck faster, even as he lay there almost pathetically. He was pleasing her in ways she couldn't fathom.
"T-this cock…! This dream! It's the dick of my dreaaams!! I'm so glad! I'm so glad!" Thrust, thrust! "So glad that I came herrreee~!!"
"That's it," he praised her, despite fraying. The base of his cock was tingling, the pressure in his nuts were building to a critical peak. She was a tight slut.
As expected of the Queen of Hueco Mundo.
"I love this, I love this, I loveeee this! I can't live without this DICKK~!!"
She became louder and her pussy consequently squeezed on him.
Billy grunted. His thrusts lost their measured pace. The need became too urgent, too primal. The slow, loving fuck began to transform. His hips began to piston faster, driving into her with a powerful, rapid rhythm that should have been impossible to maintain.
"Billy!" Harribel cried out, her eyes wide as he pounded into her, her thirteenth orgasm hitting her almost immediately, triggered by the sudden, brutal change in pace. She was babbling and he swore she was pleading in Spanish. Maybe it was his imagination.
He was everywhere, his face buried in the soft, intoxicating pillow of her cleavage, his cock pistoning into her soaking core. He was hitting her deepest spots with every frantic thrust.
"I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his voice muffled by her breasts. "I'm gonna fill your tight pussy up, Tier. I'm gonna pump you so full of my seed!"
Harder, faster, better…!
"Yes!" Harribel screamed, her own release still crashing through her. "Give it to me! I want it all!"
That was all he needed. With a final, powerful thrust that buried him to the hilt, he came. He marked her inner walls. He flooded her hollow pussy and womb with his human cum. The pulses seemed to go on forever, each one wracking his body with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
He collapsed forward, his full weight sinking into her, his face completely smothered by her incredible ebony breasts. He felt her arms wrap around his head, holding him there, her fingers stroking his hair with a tenderness that belied the raw, nasty fucking they had just shared. Beneath him, her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her own powerful climaxes.
He could feel her heart hammering against his cheek. He didn't think Hollows had hearts but…
Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
Tonight, he was proven wrong.
He could hear her sigh, a long, contented, exhausted exhalation that seemed to carry the weight of centuries of stress out of Tier Harribel. Her hips gave one last, gentle, involuntary squeeze around his still-throbbing cock.
Her hand, which had been stroking his hair, stilled. Her breathing deepened, evening out into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. The powerful Queen of Hueco Mundo, for the first time in what was likely an eternity, had found her respite. She was out cold.
Billy remained there, buried inside her warmth, his face nestled in her cleavage, listening to her breathe. As much as he wanted to stay in her boobs forever, he couldn't.
A soft groan escaped him as he carefully, reluctantly, began to disentangle himself. With a wet, sucking sound—splorch—he pulled his softening cream-covered cock from the incredible depths of her thoroughly fucked pussy. Harribel didn't stir, her breathing a deep, even rhythm of absolute exhaustion.
He stood on slightly wobbly legs, turning to face his quiet yard, and nearly jumped out of his skin.
Leaning against his porch rail with effortless grace was a woman who looked like she'd stepped off the pages of a comic book. Her hair was long, straight, and dark red. The erotic woman clicked her tongue and smirked. Her figure was poured into a skin-tight Spider-Man suit, the iconic red and blue fabric leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. It sculpted every breathtaking curve of her hourglass figure, from her narrow waist to the stunning swell of her hips and the impossible perfection of her round D-cup breasts. The mask was pushed up on her forehead, revealing a face adorned with freckles and a pair of brilliant, mischievous green eyes that were currently locked, not on his face, but on his semi-erect, slick cock.
The redhead in the Spidey costume blinked once, slowly. A wide, dazzling smile spread across her lips.
"Why, hello there~!"
Before Billy could form a coherent thought, she pushed off the railing and strode forward with a model's confidence. She didn't offer to shake his hand. Instead, she reached out and gave his rapidly thickening cock a gentle, teasing shake.
"A pleasure to meet you, big guy," she giggled, and the vibration of her laugh seemed to travel straight up his shaft. His cock lurched in her hand, twitching painfully back to its full, aching fourteen-inch erection in a matter of seconds, straining towards her. "I'm Mary Jane Watson. But my friends." She gave his throbbing length another affectionate squeeze. "Call me MJ. And I've been sent to collect you."
"C-collect me?" Billy managed to stammer. "Er, what you mean?" Yeah, okay, he thought he could get used to this but come one. He was struggling to process the sight of Mary Jane Watson casually handling his monstrous cock.
"Mhmm." Mary Jane released him and smoothly slid to his side, pressing the incredible, soft-yet-firm fullness of her breast against his arm.. "There's a little party. Just a block over. Lots of girls. The kind of girls who've heard the rumors about the new guy on the street with the big meat." She leaned in, her lips near his ear, her breath warm. "And they are all very eager to meet you."
Mary Jane began to gently walk him, her body pressed against his, leading him off the porch and down his front walk. His dick and his mind were reeling. His bare feet on the cool concrete a distant sensation compared to the heat of her body against his.
"I, uh… I'm not really dressed for a party," he said, gesturing lamely at his nakedness.
Mary Jane's laugh was a light, joyous sound. "Oh, honey. Trust me, you're perfectly dressed for this party. Though…" Her gaze drifted back down to his cock, which bobbed with each step. "I have to say, the rumors did not do that thing justice. That is, without a single doubt, the biggest, most perfect cock I have ever seen in my life. And I've seen a few." She winked. "The girls are gonna love you."
Was he supposed to pay attention to the house or Mary Jane? The answer was Mary Jane.
And as they reached the sidewalk, he still hardly looked at the house. The sound of thumping music and laughter emanating from a brightly lit house just a few yards away tried to take his attention. For a moment, Billy did look. He gulped too, anticipation and sheer terror coiling in his gut.
A whole party? For him?
But then Mary Jane stopped him, her hand on his chest and stealing all of his attention and thoughts. "Ah, but before we go in," she said, her tone shifting to one of mock-seriousness. "I have to perform a quick… inspection. Standard procedure for all new party guests. Can't have you going in there unprepared."
With a sly smile, she dropped to her knees right there on the sidewalk. No hesitation or waiting. The redhead's green eyes looked up at him, full of promise.
"Just need to make sure everything is in working order~!"
This chick had the kind of look and skill that stole the breath from a man's lungs. Indeed, she took the entire, bulbous head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth and slurped on it. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive crown. It was deft. It was practiced. It was a long motion from a great, experienced partygirl's tongue that made his knees buckle.
"M-Mary Jane—!"
She responded by sinking down further, taking half of his length into her throat. Her eyes watered slightly, but she held his gaze, a challenge and an invitation all in one. She began to move, establishing a rhythm that was nothing short of masterful. Her head bobbed, each descent taking more of him, her throat muscles fluttering and massaging his shaft with a tight, sucking pressure.
All these women, all these sluts, their techniques were different. Mary Jane was talented, mildly experienced, and yet limited. She could take no more than eight inches yet she didn't use her arms. In fact, her arms were locked behind her.
For Mary Jane, this cock tasted so fucking good. So fucking thick too. Stretching her partygirl throat so perfectly. She was just going to clean Billy up, but goddamn, she HAD to make him cum. She NEEDED to swallow every last drop.
She deep-throated him. Alas, only ten inches were permissible for her. "Hnnngh!" She held him there, at ten inches, her throat convulsing around him, before pulling back with a wet, gasping pop.
"Fucking hell, this thing is way too big." She puckered her lips and titled her head for Billy to see her licking her lips. "I just hit the jackpot, didn't I?"
Billy could only nod. "Y-yeah…"
"Good. I like confidence. I'm gonna make you explode, tiger," she rasped, diving back down with renewed hunger. One hand behind and the other hand finally moving; not to massage his balls or stroke him, but reaching between her own legs. Billy could hear the soft, slick sound of her fingers working her clit through the tight suit.
This whole time, the Spider-Man costume must have had a hole in her pussy…
What a damning realization.
The visual of the gorgeous Mary Jane Watson on her knees, the intense suction of her talented mouth, the filthy, turned-on sounds she was making—it coiled the tension in his gut to a breaking point.
"MJ, I'm there… fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
She redoubled her efforts, taking him deep one last time and still only managing ten inches. That was good enough for her.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot directly down her willing throat. She swallowed desperately, her throat working around him, drinking him down. Gulp, gulp, gulp! He came and came, a seemingly endless torrent that Mary Jane Watson faced with a smile. With pride.
She swallowed until a final, weaker spurt escaped the corner of her lips, tracing a glistening line down her chin.
Mary Jane pulled back, gasping for air, a blissful, satiated smile on her beautifully messy face. She licked her lips clean. "Mmmph. Just as delicious as I knew it would be." She giggled, stroked his erection, and said loudly, "but come on, let's not waste time. Let's just fuck~!"
Lifting herself with his rockhard cock, she rose to her feet. Smirking, she grabbed the collar of her suit and peeled it down, revealing the stunning, freckled expanse of her figure and the magnificent, full swell of her breasts. She was a white woman with just the right amount of attractive freckles, although frankly, with her figure and lovely smirk, too many freckles might not have been possible.
She shoved the suit down to her waist, exposing herself completely to the cool night air.
"Face it, tiger," Mary Jane announced, stepping into him and guiding his throbbing, spit-slick cock towards her dripping, eager entrance. "You just hit the jackpot."
Her magnificent breasts flattened against his chest and she inched near his lips, only to slip toward his ear and flick at Billy earlobe. The mild surprise was nothing compared to the mind-blowing sensation of her hot, wet pussy sinking onto the head of his dick.
One leg lifted up and around his waist. The other balanced itself on the sidewalk. "Oh, fuuuuuck, Billy," she moaned into his ear. Her arms locked around his neck, holding on for dear life as she began to lower herself.
He could feel it, every impossible inch. The exquisite, burning stretch of her tight channel as it struggled to accommodate his monstrous girth. It was a tight, wet, sucking heat that threatened to break his mind. Her pussy was so fucking small, and he was so fucking big.
"This diiiick!!! Easily the biggest I've ever taken! And fuuuck, there's more! There's moore!!"
"That's it… oh my god, yes… take it," Billy grunted, his hands instinctively flying to her ass to support her weight.
'In the name of Halloween…!'
His fingers sank into the most perfect, toned, gloriously fat ass he had ever felt. It was a soft dumptruck of an ass, each cheek a firm, round handful that flexed under his palms as she moved.
She paused, shaking, only the half of his cock nestled inside her. Her green eyes were wide, her lips parted in a silent gasp of overwhelming pleasure.
"Fucking hell, Billy… you're splitting me in two," she panted, her forehead resting against his. "I've taken some big cocks in my life, but fuck… this… this is a monster. This is a legend. It's so deep already and you're not barely halfway in." She rolled her hips in a tiny, desperate circle. Squeeze! "Mmmnnph… don't stop. Fucking breed me, you magnificent bastard."
Her dirty talk was a lightning bolt to his system. With a growl, he lifted her slightly and then pulled her back down, sheathing another thick inch inside her.
She cried out, a sharp, blissful sound that was swallowed by the night. "Yes! More! God, I want to feel your fucking balls slap against my ass, Billy. I want all of it. Give it to me."
Standing on one leg and wrapping the other around him. He wasn't sure how fast he could go but he'd do his best. He began to move her on his cock, using his grip on her phenomenal ass to lift and drop her, setting a brutal, pounding rhythm right there on the sidewalk. Slap! Squelch! Smack!
"I'm fucking flying," MJ screamed, her head thrown back, her red curls whipping with each powerful thrust. "This cock is fucking ruining me for any other man! I'm already cumming on this beautiful dick! I am! I ammm~!!!"
Her cunt clenched around him like a vise, a sudden, violent spasm that milked his shaft.
"Hnnngh!" Billy grunted. "Then here is more!"
Thrust, thrust! Wham! Wham! His fingers groped her ass cheeks and fucked harder. Her one leg refuse to wrap itself around him.
"There! FUCK, I'm CUMMMIING~!!!" She shrieked. Her whole body seized up. Her pussy gushed around him, a hot flood of her release making their joining even slicker, even louder.
But she didn't stop. At long last, her leg wrapped around his waist and she rode the wave of her orgasm, bouncing on him with renewed, frenzied energy. "Again! Make me cum again, Billy! Fuck me stupid! I'm your little fucktoy! Your personal cocksleeve! Use me!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Balls-slapping, hyper-addicted sex. That was what was going on outside. With no rooms to muffle. With only the night of Halloween to witness this.
"I love it, I love it, I love itt!! This dick! This dick is my my treeeattt!!"
He was lost in a haze of everything. The feel of her incredible ass in his hands, her perfect tits jiggling against his chest with every impact, the obscene, wet sounds of her well-fucked pussy—it was too much. He drove up into her, meeting her downward strokes, pounding into her very core.
SMACK! He brought his hand down hard on one plump ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her perfect, pale skin.
"Yes! Spank this fat ass! It's all yours! Smack it while you fuck it!"
SMACK! He hit the other side, the sting only fueling his animalistic hunger. He held her cheeks apart, spreading her wide, and fucked up into her with short, punishing drives, angling himself to hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. "OhgodohfuckohYES! Right there! You're pounding my g-spot! You're beating it up with that big fucking dick! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm—HNGGGGGAAAAAH!"
Another orgasm, stronger than any before, ravaged her body. This one was a silent, open-mouthed scream of pure ecstasy, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic, breathtaking pulses that sucked him inexorably toward his own finish.
"MJ… I can't… I'm gonna fill you up." His balls were drawing up tight. He fucked through it anyway. If he was going to cum, then there was no point pulling out at this point…!
"Do it!" she demanded, locking her legs tighter around him, impaling herself to the hilt. "Cum inside me, Billy! Pump your fucking load deep! I want to feel your fucking sperm painting my insides! Breed my fucking pussy!"
Her words were the final trigger. With a roar that was pure animal triumph, he came. A geyser of hot cum erupted from his cock and touched every inch of her pussy and womb. Nothing was left untouched. Mary Jane Watson and her partygirl pussy was completely full and loaded. He pulsed and throbbed inside her, marking her, claiming her.
She moaned in utter satisfaction, milking him with gentle, rolling hips, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
As the last shudders wracked his body, Mary Jane flush and beautiful face leaned in. She captured his lips in a deep, passionate, messy kiss. He could taste herself on his tongue, taste their shared sweat and exertion. It was the nastiest, most perfect kiss of his life.
She pulled back an inch, her green eyes smoky with sated lust and a hint of something else—triumph.
"Mmmph. Now that's how you make an entrance," she purred, still gently rocking on his softening cock. "Think you've got one more round in you, tiger?"
His cock, still buried deep inside her impossibly tight, cum-filled pussy, gave a feeble throb. It was spent, utterly drained, but the sheer audacity of her question, the twinkle in her emerald eyes, sent a fresh, impossible spark through his nerves.
"I-I think so…and you?"
"For this?" She gave a tiny, internal squeeze that made him see stars. "Oh, you have no fucking idea, Billy." She slowly, agonizingly, lifted herself off his softening length. A river of their combined release spilled out of her onto his thighs with a warm, wet splatter. "Mmmph, look at that. You filled me up so good."
She knelt between his legs, her gaze locked on his cock, which was already beginning to stir again under her intense scrutiny. "But a man of your… caliber… needs proper maintenance." Her voice dropped to a husky, conspiratorial whisper. "Gotta clean my big tiger off. Can't have you going to that party all messy."
She ran her tongue slowly, so fucking slowly, up the underside of his shaft from base to tip. Slllurp. It was a long, languid, cleansing stroke that left a gleaming trail of spit in its wake.
He groaned her name. "M-MJ…!"
"Shhh, just relax, tiger. Let me take care of you." She took the plump, purple head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the crown, licking away every last drop of their mixed juices. "God, you taste incredible. Your cum… fuck… it's like fucking nectar."
She was a artist, a fucking virtuoso of tease. She'd take just the tip, sucking gently, her green eyes looking up at him with pure sin, then release it with a soft pop. She'd nuzzle his heavy balls, taking one then the other into her hot mouth, rolling them with her tongue. Each touch was feather-light, agonizingly deliberate, designed to torture.
"T-this is you cleaning…?"
"Come on, you like watching me worship this cock, don't you, Billy?" she murmured, giving his shaft a long, wet kiss. "You like seeing my pretty lips wrapped around your fucking monster."
"I-I do—nggh, yes, definitely~!"
"How much? Tell me how much you fucking love it."
"I love it more than anything." He grunted, his control fraying. All this was a sensory overload aimed directly at his dick. It was hardening fast, thickening to its full, terrifying girth in her hands, straining towards her face.
"That's it," she cooed, stroking him with a firm, knowing grip. "Get nice and hard for me. I want to feel every fucking inch of this legendary dick down my throat again." She opened her mouth, ready to take him deep, but she paused, a devilish smile playing on her lips. She just held him there, the head resting against her bottom lip. "You wanna cum, don't you? You wanna just blow your load all over my face right now? Just from a little teasing?"
Yes.
Yes, he was.
"MJ, I'm—fuck! I'm cumming!"
It was too fast, too soon. A hot, shameful burst of pleasure erupted from him. SPLURT! A thick rope of cum shot across her cheek, landing in her brilliant red hair. SPLUT! Another painted her chin.
Mary Jane didn't pull away. She laughed and casually caught the next pulsing shot directly on her tongue. She swallowed easily, milking his shaft with her hand as he emptied himself prematurely all over her.
"Oh gosh…!" His dick twitched innocently. His cheeks reddened from embarrassment. "Oh, god, MJ, I'm sorry…"
The redhead sat up, a glorious, cum-splattered mess. She wiped a finger through the streaks on her cheek and sucked it clean with a loud, happy slurp. "Don't you dare apologize for that, Billy. That was fucking hot. Knowing I can make a man with a god-sized cock lose his mind and blow his load just from my mouth… fuck." She leaned over him, her tits swinging enticingly. "But it does mean you owe me. And I'm gonna collect."
Before he could process it, she had spun around on her hands and knees, presenting that sublime, toned, fat ass to him. She looked back over her shoulder, her expression pure, unadulterated lust. "You made a mess, big guy. Now come and clean it up. I want you to fuck this second load so deep into my pussy that I'm dripping with you for a week."
The command in her voice, the breathtaking sight of her perfect round ass in the air, the wet, glistening slit of her creampied pussy waiting for him—it was an electric shock to his system. A raw, dominant need surged up in him, overpowering the fatigue. He was behind her in an instant.
He grabbed two massive handfuls of her ass, his fingers sinking into the impossibly firm, flawless flesh. "This ass, MJ… it's a fucking masterpiece."
SMACK!
He brought his hand down hard on one cheek, the sound sharp and satisfying in the night air. She gasped.
"Yes! Spank your fucktoy, Billy! Spank this fat ass and then ruin the pussy underneath it!"
SMACK!
He hit the other side, leaving his red print on her pale skin. He held her cheeks apart, spreading her wide, revealing her utterly drenched, creampied yet still needy hole. He guided the head of his already-hard-again cock to her entrance. It nudged against her, and she pushed back, trying to take him.
He teased her, running the tip up and down her slit, coating himself in her arousal.
"Oh come on, Billy! Pleeeease! I did all that for you, didn't I? Please fuck me. I need that monster cock! I need it!"
With a grunt of pure animalistic triumph, he drove forward. SCHLIIICK! He buried himself to the hilt in one savage thrust, his balls slapping hard against her jiggly booty.
"Oh fuuuckkk~!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Three thrusts. Three huge jiggles. This dumptruck ass was just amazing to fuck doggy-style. He could plainly see everything. All this was new to him from here.
"Harder?" he asked.
"Harder!" she answered with a long, sucked breath. "Y-yes! Harder! HARDER!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"FUCK! YES! IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP! YOU'RE STRETCHING ME APART!"
He didn't wait for her to adjust. He set a brutal, punishing pace, fucking her on all fours with long, powerful strokes that buried his entire length inside her over and over. The wet, filthy sounds of their coupling were louder than the distant party music. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her magnificent ass, using it as leverage to piston into her with everything he had.
"This is my ass!" billy grunted, landing another stinging slap. SMACK! "And this is my pussy!" He plunged deep, feeling her walls clench around him.
"YES! ALL YOURS!" Mary Jane Watson shrieked with each earth-shattering thrust. This dick was making me cum again and again. "Cummming, cummiiing~! I can't stop cumming! I cannn't! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on your dick again!"
Back-to-back orgasms hit her over and over again. Her back arched dramatically and her whole body locked up, her inner muscles milking his cock in violent, rhythmic spasms. "Hnnngh! Unngh!" A fresh gush of her nectar soaked his pounding shaft.
But he didn't stop. He fucked her through it, his rhythm never faltering, driving her straight into a second, then a third climax. Her screams became broken, incoherent sobs of pleasure. "T-too much…! Oh god, but don't stopppp! Don't fucking stooppp! This partygirl needs to be disciplined! She has tooo!!"
Billy smiled. No, he smirked. This was getting addicted. This overpowering, domination he had over these women.
Fuck, it was too good.
"You gonna take my cum, MJ?" he snarled. "You gonna be my good, little creampied mess?"
"Yes! Breed me! Fill me up!"
Her mind was clearly leaving her.
So what? With a final, deep, grounding thrust, he slammed home and erupted. Somehow, he came more from this orgasm than the one before. He nutted so much that it was falling onto the floor in huge globs. By the end, Billy felt completely, utterly happy.
"Ngggh~!!"
Mary Jane lost all feeling her arms and legs and tumbled over, inadvertently pulling his dick out of her cunt. A cascade of their combined release poured out of her well-used pussy onto the sidewalk beneath them.
Mary Jane didn't move. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes closed. She was out cold, a blissful, unconscious smile on her beautifully ruined face. He rolled her onto her back gently, looking down at his handiwork: the stunning redhead, covered in a light sheen of sweat and his cum, her perfect body completely spent.
But he was still fucking hard.
"The party…"
He could hear it. The giggles, the laughter…
The women.
"See you later, and thanks, MJ."
Billy left Mary Jane sleeping peacefully on the sidewalk, a contented smile on her cum-glazed lips. The thumping bass from the party house called to him. It was like a siren's song of promised debauchery. He strode toward the light. The pipe between his legs was obviously fully erect and bouncing with every step.
On the porch, a cluster of women waved and whistled, their eyes wide with hungry admiration. One blew a kiss, another licked her lips slowly, suggestively. They were all stunning, a curated collection of fantasy, and they were all there for him.
"Hi—"
Just as his foot touched the first step of the stairs, a voice, smooth as velvet and sharp as a blade, cut through the music from above.
"Hey, big guy!"
He looked up.
Perched on the edge of the roof, silhouetted against the full moon, was a dark-skinned woman with a proud smirk. Her skin was the color of rich ebony and she was completely, gloriously nude. Long, dark-purple hair billowed in a wind that seemed to touch only her. A smirk played on her full lips, and her golden, cat-like eyes held a challenge that went straight to his groin.
"The name's Yoruichi Shihoin! I'm guessing you're the one guy allowed here, huh?"
His fully erect cock dripped with pre-cum. Billy smiled and nodded. "That's me. And, uh, what are you there for?"
"The entrance fee isn't paid down there," Yoruichi replied. "It's paid up here. With me."
Before he could even process her words, she took two steps to the left and her form shifted, collapsing in on itself. Where the nude goddess had been, a sleek black cat now stood on the roof's edge. It winked one golden eye at him.
Then the cat leapt down. Climbed down a pipe, then hopped down on the porch's railing. Billy blinked.
"Yoruichi…?"
Right, she could turn into cats…
And the cat was—oh, the black cat jumped on him and Yoruichi transformed back into human.
His hands, moving on pure instinct, shot out and caught a firm, breathtakingly perfect ass. Her ass. At the same moment, ebony boobs melons against his face, suffocating him in their soft, pillowy warmth. The scent of her filled his senses. She was like the fresh, warm smell of laundry dried in sunshine
Yoruichi Shihouin laughed. She was now cradled in Billy's arms and his dick throbbed so hard it was already pointing at her bare pussy.
"Look at you. Looks like you already know what's up!" She lowered herself so that her boobs were no longer in his face and she could actually reach for his cock. "This thing here—that's the down payment." Yoruichi angled the bloated, leaking head toward her own slick entrance. "The full payment is what comes after you push this magnificent monster inside me. You don't get through that door until you've filled my pussy with your cum, Billy. Those are my rules."
Nothing mattered except the feel of her ass in his hands—each cheek a solid, thicc handful of black ass—and the heat radiating from her soaked pussy against his tip.
"You want me to fuck you right here? On the steps?"
Yoruichi answered by re-hooking her powerful legs around his waist, using her incredible strength to pull herself down onto him. She was saying, "Obviously!"
But that cocky smirks of hers?
"Oh fuck—!"
Her cocky smirk vanished in an instant, replaced by a mask of shock and pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh fuck—!" She couldn't stop, he was going deeper. He had her hands on her bare ass and could make her take more. There was no bitching about it.
"Take it like a slut…!"
"Y-you fucker…!" Her head snapped back, her lavender hair whipping behind her. "Ah, fuck, fuck it! Just fuck it! Fucking ruin me!"
The stretch was unbelievable. He felt her incredible inner pussy straining to accommodate his girth, stretching taut around him in a burning, exquisite tightness that was even more intense than MJ's. Yoruichi Shihoin was a fucking vice.
"God, you're so fucking big!" she moaned, her body trembling violently in his arms. "F-fuck! Seriously! This… this is a transcendent weapon or some shit! It's splitting me in half! Don't you fucking stop!"
Holding her entire weight with ease, Billy lifted her up, almost pulling completely out until just the head remained, stretching her entrance obscenely, then he slammed her back down, sheathing every impossible inch back into her depths. SCHLAAAP! CLAP—!
The impact of her ass against his thighs was thunderous.
"YEEES!" she shrieked, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck! Harder! Pound this pussy! Make it yours!"
He found a brutal, driving rhythm. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! He held onto her phenomenal, god-like ass, his fingers sinking into the firm, toned flesh, using it as leverage to piston into her. Each upward thrust lifted her, each downward drive impaled her.
"Oh yes, oh yessss! Bang me like I deserve to be punished! T-that's how you getting front door access! By making me fucking delirious with your cockkk!!"
He was fucking her senseless, standing right there on the porch steps for anyone to see.
"This ass, Yoruichi…" he growled. "It's so fucking perfect. So fat. And your cunt—sotight." SMACK! He brought his hand down on one clenched cheek, the sound echoing. She cried out, not in pain, but in ecstasy, pushing back against his hand.
"It's all yours!" she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Spank it! Mark it! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
Her back arched and her pussy clenched around his cock in a series of rapid, milking spasms that stole the air from his lungs. "Hnnngh! Unngh!" She gushed around him, her nectar flooding his shaft, making the filthy, wet sounds even louder. "Fucking hell, my pussy can't take this all night alone! This dick is too much for one woman!!"
But Yoruichi was a warrior. She recovered instantly, her golden eyes blazing with a new, feral hunger. "Haahh~!! That doesn't mean that's the end for me! Again!" she demanded, bouncing on his dick with a frenzy that matched his own. "Make me cum again, you fucking beast!"
He lost all control. Billy became a machine of pure pleasure, fucking up into her with relentless, powerful strokes. He held her ass cheeks apart, spreading her wide, watching his slick, massive cock disappear over and over into her perfectly stretched, dripping hole.
"Ohmygodohmygod—ohmyfuuuck!"
Her yellow eyes started to lose focus. The fastest woman in Soul Society couldn't do a fucking thing to Billy. All that training, from her Bankai to her Captain training to her noble training, all of it crumbled in the face of this fourteen inch dick stretching her out.
"Ohgodohfuck…! Riiight there…! You're hitting my f-f-fucking—my FUCKING SOUL~!!!!"
Yoruichi Shihoin was a wise, intelligent, and attractive woman. But at this point, only "attractive" applied to her. She devolved into mindless, pleasured babbling. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled back into her head, showing only the whites. She was completely lost to the sensation, a slave to his monstrous cock.
He could feel his own end approaching, a nuclear explosion building in his nutsack. "You gonna take my cum, princess?" he snarled, driving into her with jackhammer force. "You gonna be my good, little, creampied fucktoy?"
All Yoruichi could manage was a gurgled, "Yesssss… p-please… breed me…"
He slammed her down onto his full length and erupted. His release was volcanic, his hot seed jetting directly into her womb. He pulsed and throbbed inside her, filling her beyond what should have been possible, creampieing and ruining the former captain completely.
Yoruichi went utterly limp in his arms, held up only by his grip on her ass and his cock buried to the hilt inside her. A long, low, continuous moan of absolute satisfaction escaped her lips.
"Hmmmmmmmmph…"
After a moment, her yellow eyes fluttered open. The Flash Princess looked dazed, blissed out, utterly conquered. She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a deep, claiming kiss, letting him taste the sheer intensity of her pleasure.
She pulled back, a weak, sated smile on her face. "Mmmph. Payment received. Y-you can… go inside now." Her laughter was a soft, breathy thing against his neck as Yoruichi's powerful legs finally unwound from his waist. With a wet, parting squish, his magnificent cock slipped from her well-fucked depths.
He was still hard too. Yoruichi laughed and shook her head. "Fucking hell, it's really gonna take an army to make that thing settle, huh?"
Billy flushed, suddenly embarrassed. Post-nut clarity did a lot to humble a man…
She kept laughing and walked backward up the stairs. She then steadied herself against the door, her smooth ebony skin shimmering with a faint sheen of sweat, her golden cat-like eyes hazy with satisfaction. She panted, a genuine, dazzled smile gracing her lips. "Seriously, Billy, I have never, ever seen or felt a cock like that. It's a god-killer."
He walked up the stairs—again, suddenly growing in shyness from post-nut clarity. "T-thanks…"
She opened the door for him. Upon his first step inside the party house, Yoruichi gave him a playful, stinging slap on his butt—Smack!—and nudged him forward. "Now go on. Your public awaits."
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