The fluorescent lights hummed overhead like drowsy insects as Mikaela Banes scanned the cluttered beverage aisle, her red vinyl boots squeaking faintly against the linoleum. "Seriously?" she muttered to the empty shelves, pushing aside cheap plastic skeletons to reveal only diet tonic water and prune juice. "Where's the actual soda? This is worse than trying to find spark plugs in Pop's junkyard after midnight." Her gloved hand slapped the metal shelf with a sharp *clang*, the sound echoing in the quiet store.
A bored cashier with greasy hair looked up from his racing magazine behind the counter. "Halloween rush cleaned us out an hour ago, Supergirl. Try the gas station down the block."
Mikaela's blue eyes narrowed, she runs a hand through her blonde wig. "Yeah, because walking back out in this cape in October wind sounds *super* fun." She yanked a dented can of cola from the very back, shaking it near her ear. "This one's half-flat. You charging full price for disappointment?"
"Take it or leave it, princess. Not my problem your party's gonna suck." He smirked, revealing a chipped tooth.
"Fine." She slammed three more questionable cans onto the counter, the metal *clink* cutting through the stale air. "But if these taste like battery acid, I'm bringing 'em back. And it won't be for a refund." Her voice dropped, low and dangerous, the same tone she'd used when confronting Bobby Sherman after he'd keyed her Camaro. The cashier's smirk vanished as he fumbled with the register.
Outside, the wind whipped her short blue skirt against her thighs. Mikaela adjusted the white shirt clinging stubbornly to her D-cup breasts, the cheap fabric scratching her nipples into tight peaks beneath the thin Superman-logo on it. "Asshole," she muttered, shifting the plastic bag of sodas to her other hip. The cold metal cans pressed against her bare midriff as she walked, sending shivers up her spine that had nothing to do with the October air. Her red boots clicked sharply on the pavement, each step making the cans clatter together like loose bolts in an engine block.
Across the street, the neon sign of "The Drunken Hornet" buzzed erratically. The door swung open violently, slamming against the brick wall with a crack that made Mikaela flinch. Out stumbled a Ao-Oni, her lavender hair plastered to sweat-slicked purplish-blue skin. She blinked owlishly behind thick black-framed glasses, her yellow eyes struggling to focus. Her tiger-print bikini top strained dangerously over her E-cup breasts with each staggering breath, the knot at the front threatening to unravel. "Sake...good sake..." she slurred thickly to the empty street, her voice a low, resonant rumble like a misfiring engine. She wiped her full lips with the back of her hand, smearing red lipstick across her cheek. The rope belt around her slim waist hung loose, and her single-legged tiger-print pants rode low on her curvy hips.
Her bleary gaze swept the street, unfocused and wild, until it locked onto Mikaela. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face, revealing sharp white teeth. The Ao-Oni's nostrils flared, scenting the air like a bloodhound catching a trail. "Human girl..." she breathed, the words thick with drunken lust. Her yellow eyes devoured Mikaela's form – the blonde wig, the exposed stomach, the curve of her ass beneath the short skirt. "Pretty...so pretty..." She took an unsteady step forward, her large slim hand gripping the lamppost for balance, the metal groaning under her extraordinary strength. Her smooth blue skin flushed a deeper violet from her cheeks down to her cleavage, visible above the straining bikini top. "Come...drink with me?" The invitation sounded more like a command, her voice dropping to a guttural purr that vibrated in Mikaela's bones. "Share...your sweetness..."
Mikaela froze mid-step, the plastic bag digging into her hip. Her blue eyes widened, instantly assessing the threat: the horns, the unnatural skin tone, the sheer bulk radiating drunken aggression. Every instinct honed from years navigating LA's rougher streets screamed *danger*. Her heartbeat hammered against her ribs like a frantic piston. "Not happening, Blue," Mikaela shot back, her voice deliberately steady, low and sharp like a wrench hitting concrete. She subtly shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet, ready to bolt. The soda cans felt suddenly heavy and useless in her grip. "Party's elsewhere." She kept her gaze locked on the Ao-Oni's flushed face, refusing to let her eyes flicker towards the deserted street corners or the shadowed alleyway ten paces behind her. The cold wind felt suddenly hot against her skin.
The Ao-Oni stumbled closer, the rhythm of her swaying hips exaggerated by intoxication, each movement making her tiger-print pants strain against her full ass and thick thighs. "Elsewhere?" she slurred, a thick droplet of saliva tracing a path down her chin. Her yellow eyes, dilated and unfocused, roamed hungrily over Mikaela's exposed midriff, the swell of her breasts beneath the cheap white shirt. "No... *here*. With me." Taking another unsteady step that brought her within lunging distance. The scent of cheap sake and something wild, like ozone before a storm, washed over Mikaela. "Name... give me... your sweet name..." The Ao-Oni's voice dropped to a guttural rumble, thick with lust. "Before I taste... everything..."
Mikaela didn't flinch. Adrenaline sharpened her senses; she could feel the rough texture of the plastic bag handle biting into her palm, the chill of the cans against her bare stomach contrasting sharply with the sudden flush of heat spreading through her core – fear, anger, a primal awareness of the predator closing in. "You first," Mikaela countered, her chin lifting defiantly despite the tremor she fought down. The blonde wig felt heavy and ridiculous now. "What do they call the big, blue, and busted?" Her knuckles tightened around the bag. "Besides 'drunk'?" She needed distance, a weapon, anything – the Camaro was blocks away.
A low, rumbling chuckle escaped the Ao-Oni, vibrating deep in her chest. She swayed closer, her E-cup breasts straining against the flimsy bikini top knot. "Akari," she breathed, the name thick and clumsy on her drunken tongue. Her hot breath fanned Mikaela's face, smelling sour-sweet. "Now... yours..." Her large, surprisingly smooth blue hand reached out, fingers trembling slightly, aiming not for Mikaela's arm but for the curve of her waist exposed by the short shirt. The intent was unmistakable, predatory. "Give... yours..." Akari murmured, the question a distorted echo, her yellow eyes glinting with predatory recognition. "Pretty... Supergirl..."
Mikaela jerked back instinctively, the plastic bag crunching against her hip. "Mikaela," she snapped, the name sharp as a spark plug hitting concrete. Her blue eyes locked onto Akari's dilated pupils, assessing, calculating escape routes blocked by the lamppost and the Ao-Oni's tall shapely body. "Now what *are* you? Besides wasted?" Her knuckles tightened around the bag handle, the cold metal cans digging into her bare stomach. She felt the rough texture of her cheap white glove against the plastic, the scratchy fabric of her shirt against her stiffening nipples, the cool wind suddenly hot on her flushed skin. Every nerve screamed.
Akari's drunken grin widened, revealing unnervingly sharp teeth. "Oni," she slurred proudly, her voice dropping to a guttural whisper that vibrated in Mikaela's bones. "Blue... strong... smart..." She tapped her temple clumsily with a slim finger, her black glasses askew. Her flush deepened, spreading down her neck towards her straining cleavage. "But sake... makes me..." She stumbled another step closer, her single-legged pants riding dangerously low, the tiger print stretched taut over her curvy hips. "...hungry." Her gaze dropped pointedly to Mikaela's lips, then lower, to the swell of her breasts beneath the Superman logo. Akari's tongue darted out, wetting her own smeared lips. "Hungry... for sweetness..."
The Ao-Oni's hand shot out faster than Mikaela could react – not grabbing, but brushing the backs of her knuckles against Mikaela's bare stomach. The contact was startlingly hot, smooth purplish blue skin against smooth peach flesh, sending a jolt of unwanted electricity straight to Mikaela's core. Akari leaned in, her lavender hair brushing Mikaela's cheek, her scent of cheap alcohol and wild musk overwhelming. "Akari... wants... Mikaela..." she breathed directly into Mikaela's ear, her voice thick with drunken lust, the words vibrating against Mikaela's sensitive skin. Mikaela felt the heat radiating from Akari's flushed blue body, the sheer strength coiled in her unstable stance, the terrifying promise in her low, possessive growl. Her own breath hitched, trapped somewhere between panic and a strange, unwelcome thrill at the proximity. The soda cans felt like useless anchors.
Akari's drunken gaze locked onto Mikaela's lips, smeared red lipstick trembling slightly. "Taste..." she demanded, the word slurred but undeniable. Before Mikaela could twist away or even form a protest, Akari surged forward. Her full lips crashed against Mikaela's own, not tentative but fiercely possessive. The kiss was hot, wet, and tasted overwhelmingly of cheap sake and something wild, earthy. Akari's lips were surprisingly soft despite their force, pressing hard, demanding entry. Mikaela instinctively clenched her jaw, trying to deny access, but Akari's tongue slicked insistently against her sealed lips. A muffled sound escaped Mikaela's throat – shock, anger, a traitorous flicker of sensation where heat met heat. The blonde wig tilted precariously. Akari's large hand slid from Mikaela's stomach around to the small of her back, pulling her flush against her taller, powerfully built hourglass frame. Mikaela felt the hard swell of Akari's E-cup breasts crushed against her own D-cups through the thin fabric of her shirt, the heat radiating from Akari's flushed blue skin seeping into her own.
Simultaneously, Akari's left hand snaked downward with surprising speed, slipping under the elastic waistband of Mikaela's short blue skirt. Cool fingers, surprisingly deft despite the drunken clumsiness, slid past the fabric barrier and onto the smooth curve of Mikaela's bare ass cheek. The sudden, intimate contact drew a sharp gasp from Mikaela against Akari's invading mouth. Akari's fingers dug in possessively, pulling Mikaela even tighter against her, grinding their hips together roughly. Mikaela felt the hard muscle of Akari's thigh pressing against her own, the rough texture of the tiger print pants against her bare legs beneath the skirt. Akari groaned into Mikaela's mouth, a deep, rumbling sound of pure satisfaction and escalating need, her fingers kneading Mikaela's flesh through the thin barrier of her panties. The plastic bag of sodas fell from Mikaela's suddenly nerveless fingers, hitting the pavement with a dull clatter that was utterly lost beneath the roar of blood in Mikaela's ears and the frantic pounding of her own heart.
Akari finally broke the suffocating kiss, pulling back just enough to stare down at Mikaela with dilated yellow eyes, her breath coming in ragged, hot pants that washed over Mikaela's face. Her lips, smeared with both their lipstick, glistened. Her fingers remained firmly anchored under Mikaela's skirt, gripping her ass cheek possessively. "Sweet..." Akari rasped, her voice thick and guttural, drunk beyond reason. Her flush deepened from violet to near crimson across her cheeks and chest. "Mikaela... tastes... like..." She trailed off, licking her lips slowly, deliberately, her gaze dropping hungrily to Mikaela's throat, then lower still. "...like *mine*." The possessive growl vibrated deep in her chest, pressing against Mikaela's breasts. Akari shifted her grip, her thumb sliding dangerously close to the cleft of Mikaela's ass, pressing against the thin fabric barrier. Mikaela felt the tremor run through Akari's powerful frame, saw the raw, unfiltered lust burning in her yellow eyes – the calm, intellectual Oni utterly consumed by the sake's monstrous heat. The wind whipped Akari's short lavender hair, the horns gleaming under the streetlight, framing a face transformed by primal hunger.
"Get your damn hand off me!" Mikaela snarled, twisting violently against the iron grip pinning her hips flush against Akari's taller, stronger frame. The rough texture of Akari's tiger-print pants scraped against her bare thighs beneath the skirt, igniting sparks of unwanted sensation. She shoved hard against Akari's shoulders, her gloved hands slipping on sweat-slicked blue skin. "I'm *not* your damn sake snack!" The blonde wig tilted precariously, threatening to fall. Akari's fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of Mikaela's ass cheek, pulling her impossibly closer, grinding their hips together with brutal force. Mikaela gasped as Akari's thigh pressed hard against her mound, the friction through her thin panties sending a shocking jolt of sensation straight to her core – a mix of revulsion and involuntary heat that made her stomach clench. Akari's hot breath hit her neck, smelling of cheap alcohol and raw, predatory musk. "Let... go!" Mikaela hissed, trying to wrench her hips sideways, but Akari's strength was terrifying, effortless. Her own muscles strained uselessly against the Oni's solid bulk, the sheer power holding her immobile fueling her panic. The fallen soda cans lay forgotten, gleaming dully on the pavement.
Akari chuckled again, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against Mikaela's collarbone. "No..." she breathed, her voice thick and slurred, yet terrifyingly certain. Her free hand, the one not gripping Mikaela's ass, slid upwards, fingers tracing the curve of Mikaela's waist beneath the short shirt. The touch was hot, possessive, scraping over Mikaela's smooth peach skin. "Akari... likes..." Her fingers trailed higher, brushing the underside of Mikaela's D-cup breast through the thin white fabric, making Mikaela flinch violently. "...Mikaela's... sweetness." Akari leaned down, her lavender hair brushing Mikaela's cheek again, her lips hovering near Mikaela's ear. "Akari... wants... *all*..." Her tongue flicked out, hot and wet, tracing the shell of Mikaela's ear. "...of Mikaela's... sweetness." The possessive growl intensified, vibrating through Mikaela's bones. Akari's thumb pressed harder against the cleft of Mikaela's ass, grinding against her panties, the intimate pressure deliberate and demanding. Mikaela felt Akari's E-cup breasts crush harder against her own, the heat radiating from Akari's flushed blue skin searing her through the cheap costume fabric. The scent of sake and raw female musk filled Mikaela's nostrils, thick and cloying.
"Like hell you do!" Mikaela spat, twisting her head away from the wet tongue. She slammed her knee upwards with desperate force, aiming for Akari's groin – a dirty move learned in dark alleys. Akari grunted, shifting her hips just enough that Mikaela's knee slammed into the solid muscle of her thick thigh instead. The impact jarred Mikaela's leg painfully. "Let *go*, you blue bitch!" Mikaela yelled, her voice raw with fury and panic. She clawed at Akari's wrist, her cheap white gloves slipping on the smooth purplish-blue skin gripping her ass cheek possessively. Akari's thumb pressed harder against the cleft, the thin fabric of Mikaela's panties the only barrier. "I'm *not* your damn toy!" Mikaela gasped, writhing against the grinding pressure.
Akari chuckled, a low, rumbling sound vibrating through Mikaela's trapped body. "Fight... good," she slurred thickly, her breath hot against Mikaela's neck. Her yellow eyes, dilated and drunk, gleamed with predatory amusement. "Mikaela... strong... spicy..." Her grip tightened impossibly, hauling Mikaela's hips flush against her own. "Akari... likes..." She leaned in, her lavender hair brushing Mikaela's cheek again. "...spicy sweetness." Before Mikaela could twist away, Akari's free hand shot down, grabbing Mikaela's thigh just above the knee. With terrifying, drunken strength, Akari lifted Mikaela completely off her feet. Mikaela kicked wildly, her red boots flailing uselessly in the air. Akari grunted, shifting her grip, and with one powerful heave, tossed Mikaela over her slim right shoulder like a sack of tools. Mikaela's stomach lurched violently as the world tilted sideways. The sudden inversion sent blood rushing to her head, her blonde wig finally tumbling free to the pavement below. Akari's shoulder dug hard into Mikaela's lower stomach, the pressure forcing the air from her lungs in a sharp gasp. Her short blue skirt flipped up, exposing her bare thighs and the curve of her ass beneath the thin white panties to the cold night air and Akari's hungry gaze.
"Put me DOWN!" Mikaela screamed, pounding her gloved fists against Akari's smooth back. The smooth purplish-blue skin felt like hot, unyielding leather beneath her blows. Her D-cup breasts swung heavily beneath her, the cheap Superman-logo shirt straining against them. "You hear me? DOWN!" Akari ignored her, staggering slightly under Mikaela's weight but holding firm. Her big left hand slid roughly up Mikaela's exposed thigh beneath the flipped skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Mikaela felt the cool night air kiss her skin where her panties were exposed, followed instantly by the shocking heat of Akari's palm sliding possessively over the curve of her ass. "Stop it!" Mikaela shrieked, kicking her legs wildly. Akari's fingers hooked into the waistband of Mikaela's thin white panties. With a sharp, deliberate tug, Akari yanked them down past Mikaela's hips and thighs, peeling the damp fabric away until it tangled around her kicking ankles. The sudden exposure of her bare ass and pussy to the night air and Akari's proximity drew a choked gasp from Mikaela. She felt utterly vulnerable, exposed, the cold wind a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Akari's skin pressed against her lower belly.
(Spicy Treat Start!)
Akari chuckled again, a deep, lustful rumble Mikaela felt vibrating through her own trapped torso. "Pretty... bare..." Akari slurred thickly, her voice thick with drunken approval. Her left hand released Mikaela's thigh, rising slowly into Mikaela's inverted field of vision. Akari's index and middle fingers, long and surprisingly elegant despite their strength, glistened faintly in the streetlight. Mikaela watched, frozen in horrified fascination, as Akari brought her own fingers to her smeared, full lips. Akari's yellow eyes locked onto Mikaela's upside-down face, a predatory smirk twisting her lips. Her tongue, pink and wet, flicked out slowly, deliberately tracing the length of her index finger from knuckle to tip. Then she sucked both fingers deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing obscenely as she drew them in, her eyes closing briefly in lewd satisfaction. A low moan escaped her, muffled around her fingers. She pulled them out slowly, slick and glistening with her own saliva, holding them up for Mikaela to see before letting her gaze drop meaningfully to Mikaela's exposed, upturned asshole. "Now..." Akari breathed, the word thick with promise. "...Akari... tastes... Mikaela's... deepest sweetness..."
Akari's wet fingers pressed firmly against Mikaela's tightly clenched virgin asshole. Mikaela screamed, a raw sound of protest and shock, bucking violently against Akari's shoulder. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Her struggles were frantic, useless against the Oni's strength. Akari's fingers, slick and hot, pressed insistently against the resistant pucker. Mikaela felt the shocking, invasive pressure, the slickness easing the way despite her desperate clenching. Akari groaned, a deep sound of drunken pleasure, as she pushed one slim finger slowly, inexorably past the tight ring of muscle. The sudden, shocking stretch burned intensely, a sharp, unfamiliar pain mixed with a horrifyingly intimate violation. Mikaela gasped, her body arching involuntarily against the invasion.
Akari held her firmly, fingers digging into Mikaela's thigh to keep her pinned. "Tight... so tight..." Akari slurred, her voice thick with lust. "Akari... likes..."
Mikaela gasped, the sensation overwhelming—a sharp burn giving way to a deep, intrusive pressure. "Get... get out!" she choked out, writhing against Akari's shoulder. "That's... not..."
"Shh..." Akari murmured, her free hand sliding possessively over Mikaela's exposed hip. "Akari knows..." She curled her finger inside Mikaela, pressing deliberately against the sensitive inner wall. "Knows... where it feels... good..." The pad of her finger found a spot that sent an involuntary jolt through Mikaela's spine—a shocking ripple of sensation that blurred pain and pleasure.
Mikaela's breath hitched. "Oh god—stop!" But her protest dissolved into a ragged moan as Akari crooked her finger again, hitting that same spot with unerring accuracy. The stretch burned, but the rhythmic pressure ignited sparks deep in her belly, unfamiliar and terrifying. "Why... why does that...?" she panted, her fists clenching helplessly against Akari's back.
Akari chuckled, low and triumphant. "Because..." She added a second slick finger, stretching Mikaela wider, deeper. "Human girls... hide their sweetest spots..." She scissored her fingers slowly, the drag igniting fresh waves of sensation. "Here..." Akari thrust firmly, knuckles deep, hitting a cluster of nerves that made Mikaela's legs tremble. "...and here." Her thumb brushed Mikaela's slick pussy lips, gathering wetness before circling Mikaela's clit. "See?" Akari breathed, her voice dripping with drunken satisfaction. "Mikaela's body... knows Akari's touch..."
Mikaela's breath hitched. "No... I don't..." The protest died as Akari's thumb pressed hard against her clit while her fingers curled *just so* inside her ass. A bolt of pure, electric pleasure shot through her belly, stealing her voice. "Oh god—!" She arched violently against Akari's shoulder, her D-cup breasts swinging heavily beneath her. The friction of Akari's tiger-print bikini top against her bare thighs, the deep stretch inside her ass, the relentless pressure on her clit—it all coalesced into a terrifying crescendo. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against Akari's hand. "Stop... please..." she whimpered, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming mix of violation and involuntary ecstasy.
Akari growled, fingers pistoning faster. "Cum..." she commanded, her voice thick and guttural. "Give Akari... your sweetness..." Her thumb ground tight circles against Mikaela's clit as her fingers hooked deeper inside Mikaela's ass, finding that spot again with brutal precision. Mikaela's vision blurred. A high, keening sound tore from her throat as her body seized—muscles clamping down hard around Akari's invading fingers while her hips jerked wildly. Clear fluid gushed from her pussy in a sudden, shocking arc, splattering Akari's thigh below and the cold pavement beneath them. Mikaela gasped, her body shuddering through waves of intense release she'd never felt with her own hands—deeper, hotter, utterly consuming. "There..." Akari purred, fingers still buried deep, milking the last tremors. "...Mikaela's first taste... for Akari."
With a grunt, Akari shifted her grip, fingers sliding wetly from Mikaela's ass as she adjusted the trembling girl higher on her shoulder. Mikaela slumped, boneless and gasping, her cheek pressed against Akari's hot blue back. Akari chuckled, low and possessive, her free hand patting Mikaela's bare ass cheek. "Good prize..." she slurred thickly, staggering forward down the deserted sidewalk. Mikaela's blonde wig lay forgotten on the pavement beside the dented soda cans as Akari carried her deeper into the shadows, Mikaela's exposed skin gleaming under the flickering streetlights.
Akari's hips swayed with drunken rhythm, her tiger-print pants riding low. "Need soft place..." she mumbled, yellow eyes scanning the darkened storefronts. Her gaze locked onto "Slumber Haven," its display window showcasing plush mattresses. "Ah! Good!" She lurched toward the glass door, ignoring the "CLOSED" sign. With a careless flick of her wrist, she slammed her palm against the lock. Metal groaned and snapped under Oni strength, the door swinging open with a protesting creak. Akari stumbled inside, the scent of cleaned floors and new fabric enveloping them. "Soft bed... for soft Mikaela..."
She shuffled past leather sofas and towering wardrobes, her horns scraping a hanging lamp. "Here!" Akari declared, stopping before a king-sized canopy bed draped in ivory silk. She lowered Mikaela onto the cool sheets, Mikaela's body sinking into the plush surface with a soft *whump*. Akari traced Mikaela's hipbone. "See?" she breathed, her voice thick with sake-lust. "Akari finds... best bed... to fuck Mikaela on..." Her fingers trailed possessively over Mikaela's thigh. "Now... more sweetness..."
Mikaela shuddered as Akari climbed onto the bed, the frame groaning under her weight. The Oni's purplish-blue skin radiated heat against Mikaela's bare legs. Akari's lips found Mikaela's neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. "Mikaela tastes..." she growled, her tongue tracing a wet path to Mikaela's collarbone, "...like forever." Her hand slid between Mikaela's thighs, fingertips slick with Mikaela's own wetness. "Akari wants..." she whispered, pressing two fingers against Mikaela's swollen pussy lips, "...all night." Mikaela arched off the silk sheets with a choked gasp as Akari's fingers plunged deep.
"Fuck!" Mikaela gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily against the invasion. Akari's fingers stretched her virgin walls with shocking fullness, the sudden penetration burning where Mikaela had never been touched. "Get—get out!" she choked, clawing at Akari's shoulders. Akari chuckled darkly, curling her fingers upward, scraping against a spot that sent electric heat flooding Mikaela's pelvis. "Blue bitch—I'll break your fucking horns!" Mikaela snarled, even as her thighs trembled around Akari's wrist.
Akari leaned down, her breath hot against Mikaela's ear. "No." Her thumb found Mikaela's clit, rubbing tight circles as her fingers pumped deeper. "Mikaela cums..." she commanded, her voice vibrating through Mikaela's bones, "...again." Mikaela cried out as another orgasm ripped through her—sharp, brutal, leaving her shaking. Clear fluid gushed over Akari's knuckles, soaking the silk beneath them. Akari groaned, withdrawing her glistening fingers. "Sweet..." she murmured, sucking them clean. "Now..." Her yellow eyes locked onto Mikaela's, dilated and drunk with lust. "...the real feast."
Akari's hands moved with drunken purpose. Her fingers hooked into Mikaela's skirt waistband. "Off," she growled, yanking the blue fabric down Mikaela's thighs and calves. The skirt pooled around Mikaela's ankles like discarded water. Next, Akari grabbed the hem of Mikaela's cheap Supergirl shirt. "Off!" With one powerful tug, she ripped it over Mikaela's head, tearing the thin fabric. Mikaela's D-cup breasts bounced free, nipples hard and aching in the cool air. "Pretty..." Akari breathed, cupping one heavy breast possessively. Her thumb scraped Mikaela's nipple, drawing a gasp. "Akari's prize."
Mikaela panted, exposed and trembling. "Fuck you—" Akari silenced her with a bruising kiss, tongue plunging deep as her free hand fumbled with the knot of her own tiger-print bikini top. "Mine..." Akari slurred against Mikaela's lips, pulling the knot loose with a sharp tug. Her E-cup breasts spilled free, heavy and blue, nipples dark and erect. They bounced with the motion, swaying above Mikaela. Akari groaned, grinding her bare chest against Mikaela's, skin slick with sweat. "Feel?" she demanded, her voice thick. "Akari's heat..."
Mikaela arched, trapped between the silk and Akari's weight. "Get—get off me!" Akari chuckled darkly, her hands sliding down to Mikaela's hips.
Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her own tiger-print pants. "Off..." she mumbled, shoving them down her thick thighs in one rough motion. The pants tangled around her ankles, leaving her completely naked—purplish-blue skin gleaming, her swollen pussy dripping onto Mikaela's thigh. Akari spread Mikaela's legs wider with her knee. "Now..." she breathed, aligning her hips. Her wetness slicked Mikaela's inner thigh. "...Akari takes... Mikaela's deepest sweetness..."
Akari thrust her curvy hips hard against Mikaela's curvy hips. "Ah!" Mikaela gasped, the sudden slap of Akari's soaked pussy against her own sending a jolt through her core. The heat, the wet slide—utterly foreign and overwhelming. Akari's hips slammed down again, grinding her clit against Mikaela's swollen folds. "Feel?" Akari growled, her voice thick and slurred, her breath hot on Mikaela's neck. "Akari's pussy... claiming Mikaela's pussy..." She rocked harder, the slick friction making Mikaela whimper—a sound caught between protest and shock. "Good... so good..."
Mikaela grabbed the silk sheets tightly, knuckles white. The sensation was brutal, intimate—Akari's firm mound grinding against her own, the ridge of Akari's clit dragging over hers with relentless pressure. Each thrust sent sparks up her spine, her hips lifting involuntarily against the assault. "Stop... please..." Mikaela choked out, tears stinging her eyes. But her body betrayed her, arching into Akari's rhythm, the raw friction igniting a treacherous heat deep in her belly. She'd never felt skin-on-skin like this—the sheer, possessive weight of another woman, the way Akari's wetness coated her, the deep thrum of pleasure-pain radiating from her clit. "Why... does it... burn?" she gasped, trembling as Akari's hips pistoned faster.
Akari groaned, drunk and relentless. "Because..." she panted, her slick folds slapping wetly against Mikaela's with each thrust. "...Mikaela's pussy... needs Akari's pussy..." She shifted her angle, grinding her clit hard against Mikaela's, the direct pressure stealing Mikaela's breath. "See?" Akari hissed, her yellow eyes blazing. "Mikaela's body... knows Akari's touch..." She slammed down harder, deeper, her breasts heaving against Mikaela's chest. The bed groaned beneath them, silk sheets bunching under Mikaela's desperate grip. Mikaela cried out—a ragged, broken sound—as the relentless friction pushed her toward another terrifying edge, her thighs trembling around Akari's hips.
"Stop!" Mikaela gasped, her voice thick with tears she refused to shed. "I... I can't—" But her plea dissolved into a choked scream as Akari hooked her thumbs under Mikaela's knees, forcing her legs impossibly wider. The new angle drove Akari's swollen clit directly against Mikaela's, grinding with brutal precision. Mikaela's back arched violently off the mattress, her D-cup breasts bouncing wildly. A guttural sob tore from her throat as her orgasm detonated—raw, involuntary, convulsing through her core. Clear fluid erupted from her pussy in a hot, pulsing gush, soaking Akari's thighs and the silk beneath them. "Oh god... no more..." Mikaela whimpered, collapsing back onto the bed, her muscles spasming uncontrollably.
Akari roared, drunk and triumphant. "Mikaela cums!" she snarled, her hips pistoning faster, harder against Mikaela's slick, trembling flesh. The wet slap of skin-on-skin filled the dim mattress store. "Good... so good..." Akari's yellow eyes rolled back, her own climax building like a storm. She slammed her hips down with crushing force, grinding her clit against Mikaela's oversensitive nub, milking every last shudder from Mikaela's exhausted body. "Akari... feels Mikaela's sweetness..." she growled, her voice thick with primal hunger. "Now... Akari takes... ALL!" Her thrusts became frantic, erratic—the rhythm shattering as her own peak surged. Her blue skin flushed deep violet, her horns gleaming under the dim display lighting.
Mikaela gasped, her eyes flying wide. Akari's entire body locked—muscles rigid, breath catching in a sharp, guttural cry. Her hips jerked violently against Mikaela's, pressing down so hard Mikaela felt pinned, crushed beneath the Oni's weight. A torrent of clear fluid burst from Akari's pussy, hot and startlingly abundant, flooding Mikaela's thighs and pooling beneath her hips. Akari shuddered, a deep, resonant groan tearing from her chest as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her. Her fingers dug into Mikaela's hips, bruisingly possessive, as her climax roared through her—a raw, drunken release that left her trembling atop Mikaela, her breath ragged gasps against Mikaela's shoulder.
Akari lifted her head slowly, yellow eyes hazy and unfocused, her flushed face inches from Mikaela's. "Mikaela..." she breathed, the name thick and clumsy, her lips brushing Mikaela's swollen mouth. "...so sweet..." Her hand slid up Mikaela's sweat-slicked torso, fingers tracing the curve of Mikaela's breast possessively. "Akari... wants..." she murmured, her thumb scraping Mikaela's aching nipple, "...more kisses." She leaned in, capturing Mikaela's lips in a deep, wet kiss—tongue plunging, tasting, claiming—as her other hand slid back down Mikaela's trembling belly. Mikaela whimpered into Akari's mouth, a sound muffled by the Oni's relentless tongue. Akari broke the kiss, panting, her blue skin gleaming. "More taste..." she growled, her fingers slipping through Mikaela's slick folds, "...before Akari..." Her thumb pressed hard against Mikaela's clit. "...fucks Mikaela..." She dipped her head, sucking a dark bruise onto Mikaela's collarbone. "...all night..."
Mikaela arched beneath her, a choked gasp escaping. "Stop—" she managed, her voice raw. Akari chuckled darkly against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down Mikaela's spine.
"No stop..." Akari breathed, her fingers sliding deeper, curling with deliberate pressure. "Mikaela feels..." She pressed her forehead against Mikaela's, horns brushing brown hair. "...Akari's need..." Her thumb circled Mikaela's clit faster, relentless. "...deep inside..."
Mikaela's hips jerked involuntarily, her body betraying her. "Fuck you..." Mikaela whispered, tears pricking her eyes.
Akari grinned, sharp teeth flashing. "Yes..." she hissed. "...Akari will..." She shifted her weight, knees pressing Mikaela's thighs wider. "...fuck Mikaela..." Her wetness dripped onto Mikaela's belly. "...until dawn..."
Mikaela squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip against the treacherous heat building again beneath Akari's skilled, violating touch. "No..." she breathed, her protest weak, lost in the slick sounds of Akari's fingers working her oversensitive flesh.
Akari leaned close, her breath hot. "Yes..." she murmured, her lips grazing Mikaela's ear. "...Mikaela begs..." Her thumb pressed harder. "...soon..."
Mikaela gasped. "I'm not—"
"Begging?" Akari chuckled darkly. "No..." Her fingers plunged deeper. "...yet."
(Spicy Treat End!)
The first gray light of dawn crept through the shattered storefront window, dust motes dancing in the cold air. Akari stirred, stretching her arms above her head with a languid sigh. Her muscles felt pleasantly sore, limbs heavy with deep satisfaction. She blinked, adjusting to the dimness, her yellow eyes soft behind smudged glasses. Beside her, Mikaela lay curled on her side, still asleep. Her brown hair lay on the silk sheets and tangled across her face. Her bare shoulders rose and fell with each breath, skin pale against the rumpled ivory fabric.
Akari propped herself up on one elbow, gazing down at the sleeping girl. Mikaela's lips were slightly parted, her face relaxed in a way it hadn't been last night. A slow warmth spread through Akari's chest, followed by a sharp, prickling heat that climbed her neck and settled in her cheeks. "Oh... gods," she whispered under her breath, her voice rough from disuse. The fragmented memories flooded back: the mattress store door splintering, Mikaela's defiant curses dissolving into gasps, the slick, frantic slide of their bodies, the taste of salt and sweetness mingled with sake. She remembered pinning Mikaela's wrists, the girl's hips bucking beneath her, the sheer, overwhelming *need* that had consumed her. Her own fingers tightened on the silk sheet. "I... I really did that. All of it."
Mikaela shifted, a faint frown creasing her brow. Her bare leg brushed against Akari's thigh beneath the tangled sheets. Akari flinched at the contact, the smooth warmth of Mikaela's skin sending a jolt through her. She pulled her leg back slowly, careful not to wake her. Her gaze traced the curve of Mikaela's hip, the faint bruises blooming like storm clouds on her collarbone and inner thighs – marks Akari's own hands and mouth had left. A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her, hotter this time. She pressed a cool palm to her flushed cheek. "Stupid," she muttered to the quiet room, her voice thick with shame. "Stupid, drunken fool." The intellectual calm she prized felt like a distant shore. Last night's ferocious, lustful beast felt terrifyingly real. And the girl beside her... she was breathtaking. Even asleep, tangled in silk and exhaustion, Mikaela's hourglass figure, the swell of her D-cup breasts against the sheet, the defiant set of her jaw softened in slumber... Akari swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She'd *fucked* her. Thoroughly. Repeatedly. The memory of Mikaela's choked screams, her body convulsing beneath Akari's, the flood of her clear cum soaking Akari's thighs... it was vivid, visceral, and utterly mortifying. And undeniably... exhilarating. Akari squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then opened them, staring intently at Mikaela's sleeping face. What would she say when she woke? What *could* Akari possibly say?
Mikaela stirred again, a soft groan escaping her parted lips. Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing clear blue eyes clouded with sleep and lingering exhaustion. She blinked against the dim dawn light filtering through the broken window, her gaze unfocused. She stretched her arms above her head with a languid sigh, the silk sheet slipping down to reveal the swell of her breasts, her nipples tightening in the cool air. Her muscles protested the movement, a deep ache echoing the frantic exertion of the night. She rolled her head slightly on the pillow, her long brown hair catching the pale light. Her eyes met Akari's intense yellow stare. Mikaela froze mid-stretch, her breath catching. Recognition flooded her expression, followed instantly by a flash of defiance hardening her features. Her jaw clenched. "Blue," she rasped, her voice hoarse and raw. Her gaze swept down Akari's naked blue form beside her, then back to her face, lingering on the horns, the glasses, the deep flush still staining Akari's cheeks. "Still here?"
Akari's blush deepened, spreading down her neck to her chest. She couldn't hold Mikaela's piercing gaze; her eyes flickered away, then back. "Mikaela," she breathed, the name thick and clumsy on her tongue. "You... you woke." Her fingers twisted nervously in the silk sheet bunched around her waist. "I... I am still here." She swallowed, forcing herself to meet Mikaela's eyes again. The shame burned fiercely, but beneath it, something else flickered – a desperate hope. "Good morning," she added, the words stiff, formal, utterly inadequate.
Mikaela pushed herself up onto one elbow, the sheet pooling around her waist, revealing the constellation of bruises on her hips and stomach. Her blue eyes narrowed, sharp and assessing. "Morning?" Her voice was flat, devoid of warmth. She looked pointedly around the wreckage of the mattress store – the splintered door frame, the scattered pillows, the lingering scent of sweat, sex, and stale sake clinging to the silk beneath them. Her gaze returned to Akari, lingering on the flush staining her blue skin. "That what we're calling it?" Her tone was pure challenge, edged with the weary bitterness of someone who'd been thoroughly used. She didn't flinch, didn't look away. Her posture screamed defiance, even as exhaustion shadowed her eyes.
Akari flinched as if struck. Mikaela's cold assessment, her raw bitterness, cut deeper than any physical blow. The shame intensified, a crushing weight. "I..." Akari stammered, her voice cracking. She couldn't find the intellectual words, the calm explanation. All she had was the raw truth of her drunken violation and this terrifying, burgeoning feeling. Her yellow eyes locked onto Mikaela's, wide with a desperate sincerity that cut through her embarrassment. "Last night..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I was... drunk. Out of control." She paused, forcing herself to hold Mikaela's hard gaze. "But... you..." Her hand lifted slightly, almost unconsciously, towards Mikaela's face before she clenched it into a fist and pulled it back. "...you are... incredible." The words were clumsy, inadequate. "Strong. Brave." She swallowed hard, the flush deepening impossibly on her blue skin. "I... I did not want it to be..." Her voice dropped to a near whisper, thick with a vulnerability utterly alien to her rational self. "...just one night."
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Mikaela stared at her, her expression unreadable. The defiance remained, but something flickered in her blue eyes – surprise? Confusion? Disbelief? Akari held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. She saw Mikaela's gaze drop to her lips, then back up to her eyes. The tension crackled.
Then, slowly, deliberately, Akari leaned forward. She ignored the trembling in her own limbs, the roaring in her ears. Her yellow eyes never left Mikaela's. She closed the small distance between them. Her lips brushed Mikaela's – not demanding, not claiming, but tentative. Soft. A question. A plea. The kiss deepened slowly, gently. Akari's hand rose again, trembling, to cradle Mikaela's cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of her jaw with aching tenderness. It was slow, deliberate, infused with a desperate, hopeful yearning that was the polar opposite of last night's brutal hunger. She poured everything she couldn't say into that kiss – the shame, the apology, the fierce, bewildering attraction, and the fragile, terrifying hope that this fierce, beautiful human girl might somehow... stay. Her lips moved against Mikaela's with aching slowness, a silent promise whispered against her mouth.
Akari pulled back just enough to speak, her voice rough and thick with emotion. "Mikaela..." she breathed, her thumb stroking Mikaela's cheekbone. Her yellow eyes searched Mikaela's face, wide and vulnerable. "...I was... a beast last night." She swallowed hard. "...Drunk. Wild." Her gaze dropped briefly to Mikaela's bruised collarbone, a flicker of profound regret crossing her features. "...Hurting you." She looked back up, her voice dropping to a raw whisper. "...Never... never again." Her hand slid down Mikaela's arm, fingers intertwining with hers, squeezing gently. "...Not like that." She leaned in again, pressing her forehead gently against Mikaela's, her horns brushing soft brown hair. "...I want... you... to feel..." Her other hand drifted slowly down Mikaela's side, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hipbone beneath the sheet. "...Safe." Her touch was feather-light, reverent. "...Wanted." Her lips brushed Mikaela's jawline. "...Not... taken."
Mikaela's breath hitched. The defiance in her eyes flickered, momentarily drowned by a wave of bewildered sensation. Akari's gentleness was disarming. The sheer *contrast* to the bruising force of hours before sent shivers down her spine that weren't entirely fear. She felt Akari shift beside her, felt the cool silk slide away as the Oni moved. Akari's hands were infinitely careful as she guided Mikaela onto her back. Mikaela didn't resist, her eyes locked on Akari's face, searching for deception, finding only that intense, almost painful sincerity. Akari settled between Mikaela's thighs, her own legs parting Mikaela's gently. The cool air kissed Mikaela's damp, sensitive folds, making her gasp softly. Akari paused, her gaze holding Mikaela's. "Okay?" she whispered, the word a fragile thread.
Mikaela hesitated. Her body ached, her mind screamed warnings forged in alleyways and garage fights. But Akari's eyes... the raw vulnerability, the desperate hope... it was a language she understood. The language of someone who'd screwed up royally and was trying, clumsily, painfully, to fix it. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Mikaela gave a tiny nod. Her legs relaxed slightly, opening wider. Akari's breath escaped in a soft sigh of relief mingled with profound tenderness. She lowered herself slowly, deliberately. Not collapsing, not crushing. Her smooth, cool blue skin met Mikaela's inner thighs. Then, with infinite slowness, Akari pressed her pelvis forward. Her wetness met Mikaela's slick heat. Akari gasped, a soft, shuddering sound. She began to move, not thrusting, not grinding hard. A slow, deep, undulating roll of her hips, pressing her swollen clit against Mikaela's with exquisite pressure. It was a connection, deep and intimate, skin sliding against slick skin, warmth spreading where they joined. Akari's eyes stayed locked on Mikaela's, her expression open, yearning, utterly focused on the girl beneath her. This wasn't taking. This was sharing. Giving. Offering herself, trembling and hopeful, asking Mikaela to meet her there. The rhythm was slow, deep, a pulse of shared warmth building where their bodies met. Akari's breath came in soft, shaky sighs against Mikaela's neck. Her hands slid beneath Mikaela's back, pulling her impossibly closer, not pinning, but embracing. The pressure intensified, a slow, delicious friction that sent sparks dancing behind Mikaela's eyelids. Akari buried her face in the crook of Mikaela's neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Feel... me..." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion and building pleasure. "...Feel... *this*..." Her hips rolled again, deeper this time, a slow, grinding wave that pressed Mikaela's clit firmly against her own, igniting a shared, molten heat that began to chase away the lingering chill of fear and shame.
The end.