The True Endgame 327 Vol. 6 Pt. 13

Fenrir may have become the prey once more, but it was something that he was more than alright with as an increasingly intoxicated Azalabulia placed kisses all over his abdomen after stripping his upper half for her. She tried to remove her armor himself, but she lacked the precise control needed to do so. Fortunately for her, she did not have to remove anything down below in order to feel his crotch growing against her chest that rubbed down against him.

He had to admit that having his abdomen kissed while feeling her chest rubbing against his crotch, even if there was still clothing separating his member from her chest, was great. The only thing that would have made it better was if she was wearing a sweater.

"Do – do you always get like this when you drink?" Fenrir asked, leaning up on his elbows.

"Ehehe… m-maybe," Azalabulia giggled with reddened cheeks. "But – but it's usually just me my and my toys."

Hearing the teacher mess up her words was amusing on its own, but what interested Fenrir more was the mention of toys.

"What kind of toys do you have?" Fenrir wasn't able to resist asking that.

Azalabulia looked up at him with a smile and bright eyes as if genuinely happy that he asked since it means she gets to share! She even bounced her chest a little bit without meaning to, resulting in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing over his clothed erection. "Umm, I have Mr. Wiggler. He's one of the best because he vibrates really, really fast."

Fenrir regretted asking a bit, but only because it was going to be hard to stay as aroused as he was if all of her toys had names like "Mr. Wiggler."

"Oh! And there's umm, the twins! They – they're technically one toy, but it splits into two! The – the, ehehe, the little one is like a little mini vibrator while the big one goes – goes inside! It's embarra.s.sing to explain," she explained, giggling almost the entire time and not at all sounding nor looking embarra.s.sed.

"How many do you have?"

"A lots – a lot, a lot! Because I never had the real things, so I needed toys!"

"Any toys that would make Azalabulia, Wielder of the Cursed Flame of Bahamut, proud?"

"Oh! Mr. Dragon. I – I bought him because I thought he looked really cool and evil and covered in ridges, but… h-he's a bit too scary to use. I like to, umm, I – I like to, you see, while I – while I use Mr. Wiggler or the twins down there, I'll play with Mr. Dragon up here," she explained, pointing at her mouth.

"What? You're not going to go into more detail than that?"

"Do – do you want me to?"

"Tell me about how you do it, Aza," Fenrir ordered, bringing out that more dominant voice of his.

She may have been the one on top of him but seeing and hearing her was starting to trigger that dominant side of his again.

"O-okay! I'll – I… if I hold Mr. Wiggler against – against my c.l.i.t an-and move him around while he's on, then – oh, if I'm on my stomach, I'll hold Mr. Wiggler under me against me, and – and I'll have Mr. Dragon on the bed in front of me, and I'll pretend he's you and give him lots of kisses and licks and rub my face all over him, and sometimes I'll put him between my b.o.o.bs while rubbing down against the bed."

Fenrir might have had that dominant switch flipped, but he felt himself feeling fl.u.s.tered—and complimented—as soon as she let it slip out that she pretended her toy was him.

It also made him want to ask more questions.

"Do you always pretend it's me?" he asked.

"Of course! I – I pretend all my toys are you now! And I moan your name a lot – your real one! Umm, when I call the toys their names, those are their old names so it's a habit, but now they're all just you! S-so it's Vibrating Ryouta, Twin Ryouta, and Dragon Ryouta! And all the other Ryoutas in the boxes."

"Boxes? As in plural?"

"Yeah! I've – I've been buying toys ever since I could and I'd feel bad about throwing them out, so I keep them in good shape and make sures that they all feel loved! I'm – that's good, right?"

"You are. You're a good girl, Aza," Fenrir praised her, placing one hand on top of her head to pet her.

"Ehehe… I am!"

"You know what would be great?"

She tilted her head. "What?"

"If you sent me a video of you playing with your toys."

"That – that would be really embarra.s.sing… but maybe if I drink enough…"

"Would you have to drink even more than you did tonight?"

"De-definitely. I'm – I'm not even as tipsy as I would normally get! There are times where I'll drink and don't even remember what happens, and then wake up surrounded by toys all over my bed."

"You're a pretty kinky girl, Aza. Serra might have some compet.i.tion."

"I – I could never compete with Serra! She's-ees like that all the time! I – I can only let it out when I drink…"

"Then we just have to have so much s.e.x that you feel comfortable enough doing it even when you're sober."

"The drunk me completely agrees with that, ehehe."

"So, which of your toys is your favorite?"

"This one!" she declared, reaching a hand underneath her chest to grope his clothed erection.

"You're perfect, Aza. Why don't you demonstrate what you do with your dragon toy?"

Fenrir got to see the smuggest smile appear on Azalabulia's face that he had ever seen from her.

"Does – does my student need his teacher to demonstrate?" Azalabulia asked, bringing the lewding to another level.

"I do," Fenrir answered with a smile.

"Then – then you have to ask Miss. Azalabulia nicely!"

Taking the playing along to another level, Fenrir raised his right hand and waited.

Azalabulia immediately caught on and smiled. "Whwhat is it, Fen—Ryouta?"

"Miss Azalabulia, could you please demonstrate how you play with your toys? I forgot to take notes, so I need you to show me."

"I – I suppose that since you have been such a bad student that I will have to demonstrate! Make sure to pay close attention this time or else I'll smack you with a ruler."

They both struggled to hold back her giggling, but that struggle ended as soon as Azalabulia slid a bit farther down her body. Instead of resting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his crotch, they pressed down against the deck between his legs as she hung her face over that throbbing erection desperate to get out from its confines. Though, her hands fumbled just as much when it came to pulling his pants down as they were when she tried removing his armor.

Fenrir reached down to help her, but she was quick to sway his hands away.

"P-pay attention! All you – all you have to do is sit back and watch while I demonstrate! While I… while I desmonstrate, mate. E-ehe, that rhymes."

If Fenrir's heart wasn't throbbing before, it started after hearing just how cute she was. Intoxicated Azalabulia was definitely an Azalabulia that he wanted to see more of, but he'd have to make sure that this side didn't come out too often. He didn't want her to become an alcoholic, of course.

Eventually, Azalabulia's fumbling resulted in pulling down his pants enough for his c.o.c.k to pop out. And, because of how close she had her face, it slapped against her face as soon as it was free.

"You – you must be excited for this demonstration! Do you – like learning that much?" she asked with a smile, talking to Fenrir but staring at his erect length.

"I've never been as excited to learn as I am now."

"G-good! I'll make sure to teach you so you learn lots and lots."

Before she even realized it herself, she was in the process of rubbing her face against his c.o.c.k while making sure to take in plenty of the scent. One of her hands was even between her legs rubbing against herself despite her not planning on that being a part of the lesson.

"You see – it – it gets like this when blood flows to it! and now I have to make sure to calm it down so that it doesn't explode," she teased, laughing at her own drunken joke.

"Miss Aza, weren't you going to demonstrate how you treat your toys?"

"O-oh. Yeah. Wrong lesson. Sorry, umm – oh! First, I do lots of this." She stopped rubbing her face against his length to instead pepper it in sloppy kisses. Once she made sure to kiss every inch of it from the base to the tip, she began to rub her lips up and down along it with occasional flicks from her tongue. Next came action purely from her tongue. Sticking her tongue out from her mouth, she gave his c.o.c.k long, dramatic licks along the entire length. She even made sure to give his frenulum plenty of quick little licks that caused Fenrir to moan and slightly arch his back.

"You – you must practice a lot," Fenrir teased. As far as he knew, she was a virgin aside from her experience with him and her toys, and she never performed oral on him before this.

"I do," she said with a proud smile. "I – I wanted to make sure I could do it all perfectly for when I find a husband! I've – I've played with my toys a lot with my lips, and my tongue, and my throat," she cooed, bring back that sultry mature side of hers as she started properly getting into it. "Now… be a good boy and watch nice and closely." For once, she looked up at him instead of his c.o.c.k, and she even gave him a wink when he had no idea that she knew how to do that.

Before Fenrir could say anything, Azalabulia had the tip of his member firmly locked between her soft, warm lips as she brought her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up to his c.o.c.k. He had no idea when she finally pulled them out from her clothes, but she did, and now she had her bare t.i.ts wrapped around the length of his c.o.c.k that wasn't already inside of her mouth.

She proved just how experienced she was with her toys.

While keeping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s tightly squeezed around his c.o.c.k, she rotated her lips around his c.o.c.k from left to right and from right to left while slowly bobbing her head. While she did that, she lifted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up around his length whenever her head went up, and then lowered them when she was ready to bring more of his c.o.c.k back into her mouth.

The longer this continued, the faster her actions became. And, since she had no inhibitions thanks to the alcohol, she had no problem with the sloppy noises that she was making as his c.o.c.k became coated in a mixture of his prec.u.m and her saliva.

Fenrir opened his mouth to let her know that he was about to c.u.m, but Azalabulia already knew that – or, perhaps it was just chance that she pressed her face down against her lifted b.r.e.a.s.t.s to bury as much of his c.o.c.k inside of her mouth as she could while leaving her her t.i.ts wrapped around it.

He almost instinctively reached out to grab her head and keep her pushed down, but he remembered what she said about only watching, so he obeyed her as his c.o.c.k reached its limit. The first burst of his hot seed splashed against the back of her throat, and Azalabulia's only reaction to this was sucking on his length even harder than before. He felt like she was intentionally trying to suck as much of his c.u.m out from his c.o.c.k as she could.

And she succeeded in doing just that.

She did not stop sucking and swallowing the entire duration of his o.r.g.a.s.m. Even as his toes curled and his back arched as he became almost painfully sensitive from his post-o.r.g.a.s.m status, she kept on sucking and sucking until she could pop her lips off from his c.o.c.k with a satisfied smile.

Not a single drop of c.u.m could be seen anywhere. His c.o.c.k was as clean as it was before, as were her lips and everywhere else. She even lewdly opened her mouth just so he could see that she did, in fact, swallow every last drop of his c.u.m.

As for his c.o.c.k, she kept it held between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but it did soften enough that the top of it leaned over to rest on the top of them.

"H-how was the first lesson? Did you take notes this time?" Azalabulia asked.

"I – I may have been just a little bit distracted," Fenrir answered, still taking a heavy breath here and there thanks to the pleasure.

"Then you better pay attention to the second lesson."

"There's another?"

"Of course! I have to – I have to be a good teacher and," she paused to hiccup, "thoroughly teach you!"

"I – I see. What's the second lesson?"

"Well… because Mr. Dragon is too wide for my mouth, I usually only do this," Azalabulia said, pushed Fenrir's c.o.c.k down against him before bringing all the weight of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s down on top of it. It didn't take long for him to get erect again, but his c.o.c.k wouldn't be able to stand back up thanks to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s keeping it pinned down.

Then she began to rub herself forward and backward against him, dragging her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s up and down his c.o.c.k and his abdomen. His c.o.c.k eventually got rubbed in just the right way to nudge it closer to the center of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, allowing it to partially pop up into her hanging cleavage, but it got pushed right back down whenever she lowered her chest.

"and what I like to do during this – since I don't need my hands," she paused to slide her hand back down to her crotch, slipping it inside of her outfit to rub her c.l.i.t and bring an erotic moan out from her mouth, "is this."

While her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pleasured Fenrir, her hand pleasured herself, bringing her to moan even more than Fenrir was.

As great as the t.i.tf.u.c.k and b.l.o.w.j.o.b combination was, Fenrir can't help but find the current deal even hotter. It wasn't because he preferred a pure t.i.tf.u.c.k over a combination so much as it was that seeing and hearing his girlfriend in pleasure made it even better. Sure, he felt great before, but now he got to feel great while watching his lover feel great alongside him. What could be better than that?

Though, eventually, she got lost in pleasuring herself rather than pleasuring him. As her fingers teased and played with herself, growing faster and rougher to bring herself closer to o.r.g.a.s.m while moaning with zero attempts at holding it back, the motions of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s became too inconsistent and slow for Fenrir to get any closer to c.u.mming. It didn't help that he already finished once.

So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He reached up with his hands to grab her t.i.ts and hold them in place while grinding his hips up, rubbing his c.o.c.k between them.

Azalabulia lifted her head to look at what he was doing. He expected her to tell him to stop and only watch but, instead, she smiled and rested the side of her head against his abdomen so that she could watch his face as he pleasured himself with her chest. The more pleasured he looked, the more pleasure she felt. The more pleasure she felt, the more pleasured she looked, the more pleasure he felt.

While she was able to shamelessly stare at his face as he used her chest, though, he felt embarra.s.sed from being watched so closely. But that didn't stop him. Neither of them stopped what they were doing, instead increasing their paces to bring them closer and closer to o.r.g.a.s.m.
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Azalabulia came first. Her body convulsed in pleasure as she shut her eyes and, to Fenrir's surprise, bit him. Perhaps it was because of how Serra liked to treat him, but that bite was enough to send him over the edge, forcing him to c.u.m again while his c.o.c.k was mid-thrust between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The first rope of c.u.m splattered between her t.i.ts to make a sticky mess there. As his c.o.c.k poked out from the top of her valley, the second shot of c.u.m splashed out onto her neck, the underside of her chin, and some of it got onto his abdomen.

"Fu-f.u.c.k, that – that was a pretty great lesson," Fenrir said, lying back on the deck.

What he felt next was something wet and warm sliding against his skin. Looking up to see what it was, it was Azalabulia's tongue dragging across his chest to make sure that not a single bit of c.u.m was anywhere other than on or in her.

"I – I love this toy a lot better than my others," she said with a satisfied smile. "It's a lot messier, but I like the mess."

"It's a top of the line toy made with the newest technology," Fenrir explained.

"Ehehe… best toy ever. I'll have to leave a good product review on it."

"I hear that you can leave a good product review on it by kissing it. You kiss the bottom to leave a one-star review, the top for a five-star review."

Fenrir may have been saying what he a.s.sumed was a lame attempt at a joke, but he felt Azalabulia slide back down him so that his c.o.c.k was back in front of her face again. Then her lips wrapped around the tip once again, giving it a few hard sucks before switching to kissing it over and over again.

"Then what does that mean?" she asked.

"It – it means you get free review copies for life."

She giggled against his c.o.c.k before sliding back up him. While she might have been all about getting the c.u.m off of him before, she didn't consider that dragging her c.u.m-covered b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him would smear more c.u.m back onto him.

But that was alright. There was something else he had to do.

He grabbed her arms and pulled her up even closer to him so that he could properly place a kiss on her lips. Ignoring the taste has become easy after how many times he did this with his other girlfriends.

"Thanks, Aza. Thanks for everything you said earlier, thanks for letting me learn about this side of you, and thanks for how good you made me feel. I love you," he said, staring her in her eyes.

Azalabulia's face turned a bright shade of red after that last part.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"I – I… he-hearing that… f-for some reason… I – I guess… all of that combined sobered me up."

"You sobered up that easily? After we did everything?"

She tucked her face against his neck and nodded. "I – I wanted to do all of that, and I don't regret it, but… I – I… d-do you still like me? E-even though I'm su-such a… p-pervert?"

Fenrir leaned the back of his head against the deck again and stared up at the sky before laughing.

"I wonder what I possibly could have meant when I said I love you. Maybe that was a code for I don't like you anymore."

"I – I'm serious! You – you saw that side of me…"

"Yeah, and I loved it and want more of it. Do you really think that I'd be upset that you have such a sweet and serious side, and a fun and lewd side? You're better than ever before, Azawaza."

"Do – do you mean it?"

"I'm going to get whiplash from the sudden s.h.i.+ft in personality. Alcohol is powerful."

"I love it…"

"Just don't love it too much, alright? None of us want you turning into an alcoholic."

"I – I should probably drink less…"

"How much do you drink?"

"Umm… th-three or four bottles a week? Of wine! N-nothing hard."

"I'm pretty sure that three or four bottles a week, even if it's just wine, is still bad for you."

"At – at least I don't drink as much as I did before I met you…"

"How'd you manage to be such a good teacher every day when you had hangovers?"

"You learn how to live with them."

"That's… alright. No more drinking more than a bottle a week."

"Wh-what about two bottles a week?"

"One."

"But one bottle is only one serving…"

"I'm pretty sure that one bottle is supposed to last more than one serving."

"Probably…"

"How are you going to grow old with us if you die early from alcoholism?"

"I – I… that's a good point. and I wouldn't be able to drink while pregnant, so… I should learn to stop, I guess…"

"Th-that would be a good idea, yeah."

As nervous as the thought of having children might have made him, after everything that they were just doing and then hearing her bring it up, all he can think about is having s.e.x with her and c.u.mming inside of her.

And that is enough to bring back life to his c.o.c.k.

"Fe-Fen? I – I can feel it…"

Since she was lying on top of him, it was easy for her to feel his c.o.c.k throbbing underneath her.

"Hey, since you did all of that for me, why I don't I return the favor?" he proposed.

"But – I – I'm still sensitive…"

"Even better."

Keeping her face against his neck, Azalabulia answered him by giving his neck a gentle kiss and lifting her hips.

The position would make things a bit difficult, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. Fenrir gripped his c.o.c.k and slid it around until he felt himself rubbing up against her slit. Then, Azalabulia helped guide him to her entrance by positioning herself and pressing down against the crown of his tool.

"Stay like that," he whispered.

Rather than completely lower herself down onto his c.o.c.k, she only took the top half into her. That gave him the s.p.a.ce he needed to thrust up and push the rest of his length into her. Of course, she ended up pressing her hips down farther without even realizing it, so he ended up having to push her up with every thrust anyways.

Whenever her hips came dropping down, his c.o.c.k went thrusting up.

But that wasn't enough for him. After everything that she did for him, and how embarra.s.sed she was, he wanted to give her even more. That was why he gently grabbed her head to pull her away from his neck so that he could press his lips against hers.

Azalabulia moaned against his mouth as their tongues toyed with one another, his c.o.c.k buried inside of her and reaching her deepest depths. They stayed embracing one another like this for a while as they had both already finished beforehand. Sometimes, the thrusting slowed so that they could focus on kissing. Other times, Fenrir thrust as hard and as fast as he could.

After another fifteen minutes of staying together like this, he brought her to o.r.g.a.s.m several times while almost c.u.mming himself a couple of times. He wanted to make sure that she experienced even more o.r.g.a.s.ms than him. So, after he got her to climax another three times, he finally felt ready to allow himself to c.u.m.

Holding her tightly, his lips pressed against hers, he thrust his length as deep as it could go into her before groaning out in pleasure and c.u.mming for the third time of their date. His hot seed flooded into her and, if he hadn't already made Azalabulia o.r.g.a.s.m three more times, just the feeling of his warmth pouring into her would have been enough to make her climax again.

Thoroughly tired and emptied now, Fenrir dropped his hips and allowed his arms to fall to his sides.

"S-so… still need to ask if I still like you?" he asked with a satisfied smile on his face.

"I – I don't think so," she answered.

"I have an idea."

"Yeah?"

"Whenever you're tempted to drink more than you're allowed to, let me know and I'll f.u.c.k the temptation out of you." A few seconds of silence pa.s.sed between them before they each started laughing. "Yeah, that was lamer than I thought."

"May-maybe it was a good idea. I – I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"You wouldn't? Wow, you're such a pervert."

"See?! I – I knew you didn't li—"

Fenrir presses his lips against hers again to cut her off. "I love you and I love your perverted side. Would I want a video of you playing with your toys if I didn't?"

"I – I… don't think I could bring myself to doing that. Not… without drinking."

"Then it's a good thing you're allowed one bottle of wine a week."

Azalabulia blushed, averted her eyes, and then returned her eyes to him and kissed him. "Maybe, but no promises."

"That's good enough for me. So, are all of your toys named something like Mr.—"

Azalabulia's hands covering her mouth prevented him from finis.h.i.+ng his sentence.

"That – that is cla.s.sified information and you are not permitted to let anybody else know about their names," she explained, staring into his eyes. As embarra.s.sed and burning as she was, making sure he understood that was of utmost importance.

Even though Fenrir tried licking her fingers to get her to take her hands off of his mouth, she kept them there.

She was truly determined.

"I – I'm not moving them until you nod!"

Sadly, Fenrir nodded, and so she removed her hands.

"Alright, alright. I'll keep it a secret. I won't tell anybody else that you give your toys names like—"

Her hands were quick to return to his mouth.