Prelude: What Came Before
Nikki, a software developer with a guarded secret, lived a dual life. By day, she was a sharp, professional woman; by night, she embraced her Futa nature: curves paired with a thick cock and a hidden pussy. She avoided love, fearing rejection, until Anya, a lively graphic designer, entered her world. Their bond grew from casual coffee runs to tender dates, culminating in a rainy night at Nikki’s apartment. There, Nikki revealed her truth, stripping bare, showing her full self. Anya didn’t turn away; she welcomed it. That night, their passion ignited—Nikki’s dominance met Anya’s submission, bodies entwined in a raw, climactic dance. Anya accepted Nikki completely, setting the stage for a deeper connection. Now, morning light stirs them awake.
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The dawn crept through my 17th-floor window, a lazy spill of gold and shadow tangling across my bed, where I, Nikki, lay sprawled in the haze of last night’s fire. My raven hair fanned wild over the pillow, framing a body of curves and contradiction: full breasts heaving with each slow breath, and between my thighs, a thick cock rested heavy, its velvety girth stirring faintly, while beneath it, plump balls cradled a tight pussy, its pink folds already slick with morning heat. The room still held the faint musk of our sweat, the air thick with the memory of Anya’s gasps, her body trembling beneath mine. Last night, Anya—my sweet spark of a lover—had peeled back my secret, her touch igniting a primal dance that left us sweaty and spent. Now, she stirred me awake, her lips brushing mine with a soft, needy kiss, her breath warm and tinged with the faint sweetness of last night’s wine.
She was a petite Asian minx, barely brushing five feet, her golden skin glowing in the dawn, auburn hair a messy halo around her sharp, playful face. Her small breasts jiggled as she shifted, nipples dark and pert, her flushed slit still tender from our last round, a faint sheen of grool lingering on her inner thighs. She broke the kiss with a sly grin, sliding down to press her lips to my breast, sucking the nipple into her warm mouth with a teasing flick of her tongue.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she murmured against my skin, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down my spine, her tiny hand creeping lower, fingers dancing along my shaft, coaxing it awake with a firm, teasing squeeze. I groaned, stirring under her touch, her game pulling me from sleep into heat, my mind still hazy with the memory of her surrender.
Her sucking deepened, lips tugging at my nipple as her hand stroked my cock with slow, deliberate pulls, pre-cum beading at the tip and glistening in the faint light. I blinked awake, a lazy smile curling my lips as I watched her play, her auburn hair catching the golden glow like a fiery crown.
“You’re asking for it, sweetheart,” I murmured, voice husky with sleep, threading my fingers into her hair, the strands silky and slightly damp with sweat. She smirked, pulling off my breast with a wet pop, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
“Maybe I am,” she teased, her tone all sass, and I couldn’t resist her anymore—I never could when she looked at me like that, all mischief and hunger. I rolled up, straddling her chest, my cock bobbing over her face, balls dangling heavy as I gripped her head, the weight of my dominance settling over us like a familiar cloak.
“Open up, then,” I said, soft but firm, and she parted her lips with a cheeky huff, letting me slide in.
I fucked her mouth slowly at first, my cock stretching her lips, her tongue swirling around the head as I rocked my hips, savoring the wet heat of her throat. Her small hands gripped my thighs, nails biting into my skin, and she sucked me deeper, eyes glinting with mischief, her auburn lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. The slick heat of her throat gripped me, pulling low moans from my chest as I picked up the pace, my balls brushing her chin with each thrust, the rhythm steady but building like a storm.
“Fuck, Anya,” I growled, voice thickening with need, letting her take me closer, her slurping loud and messy, the sound echoing off the bare walls of my apartment. She hummed around me, the vibration sending sparks through my core, pushing me to the edge, my cock throbbing—then she pulled back with a smug grin, leaving me teetering, a slick string of spit dangling from her lips to my tip.
“Thought you’d cum that easy?” she taunted, her playful edge flaring as she licked her lips, her dark eyes gleaming with challenge.
Before I could snap back, she ducked lower, her tongue darting out to lap at my unclaimed pussy beneath my balls, bold and unasked, her breath hot against my slick folds. I gasped, hips bucking as she teased my entrance, her tiny tongue probing the tight slit with quick, filthy strokes, tasting the essence that had gathered there overnight.
“Anya—shit,” I hissed, half-warning, half-pleading, but she ignored me, sucking my pussy lips into her mouth, her boldness shredding my control. My balls swayed above her face, pre-cum dripping onto her forehead as she licked deeper, tongue curling inside me, hot and relentless, juices coating her lips in a tangy rush that mingled with her own faint sweetness.
I grabbed her hair tighter, straddling her face now, grinding my pussy against her mouth as she ate me out, the bed creaking beneath us.
“You little tease,” I snarled, voice roughening, my dominance waking as pleasure coiled tight in my core, a primal heat that demanded release. Her tongue flicked my clit, then plunged back into my tight hole, girl-goo flooding her lips, the wet sounds of her feasting filling the room like a filthy symphony. My thighs shook, cock jerking untouched above her, and I let her push me over—my pussy clenched hard, orgasm ripping through me in a wet, shuddering wave. “Fuck—Anya!” I cried, nectar gushing from my slit, soaking her chin as my balls pulsed, my cock spurting thick ropes across her hair and the sheets without a touch, dual release leaving me panting, my chest heaving as I tried to anchor myself in the aftershocks.
Anya slid out from under me, her face shiny with my mess, a triumphant smirk on her lips as she wiped her chin with a playful flourish, her fingers glistening with my girl-cum. She rolled off the bed, her petite frame swaying as she padded to her overnight bag by the nightstand, rummaging with a sly glance over her shoulder. Her eyes flicked to her phone for a split second—a fleeting distraction I barely caught—before she turned back to me, her movements deliberate but tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.
My chest heaved, still catching my breath, when she pulled out a Feeldoe: a sleek, purple beast, its bulbous end curved for her, its thick, ridged shaft gleaming in the dawn light. I blinked, a surprised laugh escaping me, the sound rough in my throat.
“Someone came prepared last night,” I said, voice low and amused, though a flicker of unease stirred—her boldness catching me off guard after I’d meant to take the lead, my mind still reeling from how easily she’d unraveled me.
She grinned, twirling the Feeldoe with a shrug, the motion almost theatrical. “Thought I’d surprise you, bossy,” she teased, crawling back onto the bed, her small ass bouncing as she knelt before me, the purple toy swaying in her grip like a promise.
“Put it in,” I ordered, my tone sharpening now, reclaiming control as I reclined, spreading my legs wide, the sheets cool against my heated skin. My virgin pussy glistened beneath my swollen cock and heavy balls, its pink folds parted from her licking, nectar dripping onto the sheets in a slow, sticky trail. She slid the bulb into her tight slit with a sharp gasp, her grool slicking it as it nestled deep, a soft whimper slipping out—“Fuck, it’s big”—as the ridged shaft jutted out, swaying with her hips, the sight sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Come here,” I purred, dark and commanding, and she crawled closer, the Feeldoe swaying between her thighs, her breath quickening as she hovered above me, her small frame trembling with anticipation. I lifted my balls with one hand, baring my slick slit, my other hand steadying her wrist, guiding her with a firm touch.
“Spread me. Slow,” I said, and her tiny fingers parted my folds, peeling back the tight skin to reveal the untouched entrance beneath, juices pooling from her earlier work, the scent of my arousal sharp in the air.
“Good girl,” I murmured, guiding her hand to the Feeldoe’s tip, pressing it against me, the cool silicone a stark contrast to my heat. “Now, fuck me. Deep and dirty.”
She pushed forward, the ridged head breaching my pussy with a slow, searing stretch, my tight walls yielding with a wet, filthy suck that echoed in the quiet room. I groaned, raw and guttural, my balls clenching as she sank deeper, the Feeldoe’s ridges scraping my insides with delicious friction, sending sparks up my spine. My cock jerked above, pre-cum dribbling onto my stomach as she filled me, inch by slick inch, our juices mingling in a messy drip that coated my thighs.
“Deeper,” I ordered, voice a commanding snarl, my hands dropping to her pert little ass, fingers sinking into its soft flesh, kneading her with a possessive grip. I pulled her hips forward, the Feeldoe nudging the deepest part of me with a sharp, electric jolt that melted into ecstasy, my body trembling with the intensity of it.
She gasped, her rhythm faltering, but I gripped tighter, spreading her cheeks wide, nails digging in as I drove her deeper, the Feeldoe pressing against my core with a throbbing ache that bordered on exquisite pain.
“Fuck me like I own you,” I growled, and she nodded through her moans—“Maybe you do”—before thrusting harder, the Feeldoe plunging deep, its base grinding my clit as my depths pulsed, the sensation overwhelming, like a fire consuming me from within. My balls slapped softly against her pelvis, their weight amplifying the heat in my core, the rhythm of our bodies syncing into something primal. Sweat trickled down her spine, her small breasts bouncing as she fucked me, her playful whines softening into raw surrender, her auburn hair sticking to her damp forehead as she gave herself over to me.
I kneaded her ass harder, spreading her until the skin stretched taut, my fingers brushing the slick edge of her tight slit where the Feeldoe nestled, her girl-goo dripping onto my thighs in hot strands, the scent of her arousal mixing with mine in a heady haze.
“You feel that?” I snarled, tilting her hips to ram the Feeldoe deeper, the pressure sparking white-hot pleasure that made my vision blur. “That’s me claiming you, even as you take me.”
Her eyes hazed over, a shaky “Yours, Nikki—fuck” slipping out as the Feeldoe ground into us both, her voice breaking with the weight of her submission. The words hit me harder than her thrusts, a quiet fear unraveling in my chest—I’d claimed her, but could I keep her? The thought lingered, sharp and unbidden, even as pleasure drowned it out.
The room reeked of sex: tangy, musky, primal, the wet squelch of the Feeldoe mingling with the slap of my balls, the air thick with our sweat and arousal, the faint hum of the city beyond our window a distant echo. I grabbed her chin, pulling her down for a bruising kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth as she drove deeper, her lips trembling against mine.
“Look at me,” I commanded, breaking the kiss, and her eyes snapped to mine, wide and yielding, her pupils blown with lust and something softer, something that made my chest ache. “You’re mine, Anya. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Nikki,” she panted, her playful edge gone, voice cracking as her climax teetered, her small frame shuddering above me. My pussy stretched wider, the burn of its first breach now a throbbing ecstasy, the Feeldoe battering deep inside me with each thrust, each movement a claim, a surrender, a promise.
“Make me cum,” I snarled, my voice a whip-crack, and she obeyed, slamming into me with a desperate cry, her movements frantic now, driven by need. My pussy orgasm hit first—a shattering explosion, walls clamping the Feeldoe like a vice, spasming in tight waves as the Feeldoe pressed against my core, gushing girl-cum in a hot flood that soaked her thighs and dripped down my balls. Then my cock erupted untouched, thick ropes of cum arcing across my chest, splattering my breasts in scalding jets, my balls pulsing with each release, the dual ecstasy leaving me trembling, my vision swimming as I rode the high.
Anya followed, her soft wail piercing the air as her tight slit clenched around the Feeldoe’s base, her nectar leaking in a sticky mess, her petite body shuddering as she collapsed against me, her breath hot against my neck. We lay there, a slick, sweaty tangle, my cock softening against her thigh, my balls resting heavy and spent, my pussy still tingling from the Feeldoe’s pressure, the afterglow wrapping around us like a cocoon. I stroked her hair, my voice softening but firm, my fingers tracing the damp strands as I grounded myself in her presence.
“You pleased me, sweetheart.” She nestled closer, her lips brushing my collarbone, her tone quiet and reverent, her words barely a whisper against my skin. “You’re… everything, Nikki.”
The city hummed beyond us, dawn fading into day, our tangled sheets a testament to the heat we’d built, the faint scent of our mingled arousal lingering in the air. My pussy’s innocence was gone, claimed by her under my command, my balls a potent symbol of my power, my dominance over her etched into every shudder, every moan.
“Rest now,” I murmured, fingers tracing her spine, my tone dark with promise, the weight of my words settling over us like a vow. “Next time, you’ll feel these balls empty inside you.”
She shivered, pressing tighter, her small frame molding to mine, and I knew our fire burned brighter with each surrender, each moment binding her closer to me—or so I hoped.
A sharp trill cut the air—her phone buzzing on the nightstand, shrill against our calm, the sound slicing through the haze like a blade. Anya jolted up, eyes wide with sudden dread, scrambling for it with shaky hands, her movements frantic, almost panicked. The Feeldoe slipped from her tight slit with a wet pop, thudding onto the hardwood in a sticky puddle of her grool, glistening under the sun’s glare, the purple toy abandoned in her haste.
“I… I have to…” she stammered, voice cracking, her earlier confidence replaced by something raw, something fearful, as she bolted to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She clutched the phone, a muffled “Hello…” slipping out before the lock clicked, the sound sharp and final in the stillness.
I sat up slowly, my cock limp and slick, balls heavy against my thigh, the morning haze casting long shadows across the room. A flicker of unease settled in my chest—not anger, but a quiet curiosity tinged with concern. Who could pull her away so suddenly after everything we’d just shared?
Barefoot, I tiptoed to the bathroom door, the hardwood cool against my soles, my breath shallow as I pressed my ear gently against the wood. Her voice filtered through, faint and fragmented, the words barely audible but heavy with tension—“No… I didn’t… please, just…” The rest dissolved into a murmur, but the tremor in her tone sent a chill down my spine. I lingered there, caught between wanting to knock and giving her space, my mind racing with questions as the shadow of doubt stretched longer across the dawn.
