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Pochi Mori

Kiara leans in, planting another heavy, lipstick-coated kiss on your lips. You moan into her mouth, albeit briefly, before she pulls away, raising and dropping her hips as she holds your cock between her slick thighs, squeezing against it with them. The firebird wasn’t exaggerating in that story about sweaty thighs, and frankly, you’re so fucking glad it hurts. You're starting to sweat and pant yourself, a bit of drool hanging in a heavy strand from the corner of your mouth. Doing this in Kiara's office is somehow far more perverted than doing it in front of coworkers. It's not even The Usual Room anymore...it's somehow...closer. More private. Your "relationship" with Ms. Takanashi has only deepened since you tried to defend yourself. What started as blackmail and rape has turned into you anticipating her touch. Yearning for it. You've thoroughly devolved into a drooling masochist...at least for whatever sort of deviancy Kiara wants to put you through. Though the true nature of your relationship with her is unknown, the intimacy drives you wild for more. You've noticed that hugs and kisses have been far, far more prevalent alongside the usual groping and fondling. Hell, she even pat your head once. You're almost elated...but...

Is this Stockholm syndrome? Or maybe she's just exploiting your desire for love? These...aren't mutually exclusive. A troubling thought. Kiara smirks at you, face red. Her thighs squeeze you tighter, dragging you away from the thought.

"That's a good boy," she whispers. The chair under you creaks as she doesn't let up her assault. "You like my legs, don't you~?"
"Kiara, I'm..." You barely manage to whimper in response. Pleasure begins to reach a plateau within you. "I'm gonna cum..."

Giggling, the Phoenix leans back into you, dotting your already orange lipstick covered face and neck in more kisses. Every time she presses her lips against you is almost torture. You don't want her to stop. You've been...conditioned, you think. None of that matters as much as the rapid onset of orgasm. As Kiara furiously drops her hips upon you, she pulls you in for one last, deep kiss. The sensation proves to be far too much as you reciprocate the embrace in a touching display...as you cum so hard you shoot upwards, raining down sticky ropes of seed upon your boss's thighs. Kiara giggles into your mouth as you do so but doesn't break the kiss, swirling her tongue along yours as she stares at you through half-lidded eyes, sweat rolling down her flushed cheeks. Your heart skips a beat, passion burning within. Just how do you actually feel about this woman...?

The door is roughly kicked open, causing both of you to jump as your train of thought is completely derailed. Kiara turns first, jaw dropping.

"C-CALLI!?"

Eyes widening in horror, Kiara grasps your shoulders, tucking you to her chest as she throws her weight to the right. You fall with her, still trying to parse the situation...as you see a scythe come spinning above you, embedding itself into the wall. Oh. OH. Releasing you, she scrambles to her feet as you speedily regain control of your senses, doing the same. Takanashi takes a place between you and the pink haired woman currently cracking her knuckles, eyes *literally* glowing red. Mori Calliope. The Rapping Reaper. The Terror of Tokyo. The Master of Muff-diving.

Half of the TakaMori pairing. Your dick is still wet from the 'Taka' part, who is currently attempting to defend you. Oh, dear God, it never occurred to you that you were cucking the grim reaper! Or…*A* grim reaper!

"So, little chicken decided to go and get some pork, huh?" She sneers, menacingly stomping forward. "This is what you were doing? *Who* you were doing?"
"C-Calli, l-let's just calm down for a moment, I can explain!" Kiara interjects, clearly being thrown out of her element. "It's not what you think!"

Calli gives Kiara a look that could wound a lesser man. Hell, you're wounded and it wasn't even directed at you. Splash damage.

"I...What the fuck could you possibly mean with that, kusotori?!" She asks, visibly baffled. "You were *literally* riding his dick! How could I possibly misconstrue that?!"
"I, er--" Kiara stammers. "I-I wasn't doing anything like that! I was...I-I was trying to find someone to share, like you discussed before!"

Silence falls over the room. Calli stares at Kiara right alongside you, the Phoenix almost physically shrinking. You give a slow blink.