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DackFayded Story Archive - Updated 10/13/2019

Post by DackFayded » Tue Sep 24, 2019 3:55 am

Hey y'all! For those of you that know me, I'm the one currently in the process of writing Sweetest Requiem, a Saki route spiritually inspired by Learning to Fly. However, that's not all the KS-related writing that I've done, nor is it all that I plan to do once it's finished. It's entirely possible that I'll write other things between now and finishing Sweetest Requiem, especially since I can be long-winded and don't know exactly how long it will be. So, I've decided to make this thread here to post links to all of my various stories that I've written. If people would prefer that I post things here and just make in-thread links to my various things, let me know, but I'll be doing this this way for now.

Sweestest Requiem
- Saki Pseudo-Route
Worth the Wait - A Miki Smut One-Shot - This Post
Indulgences - Saki/Hisao/Miki Threesome Oneshot
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“Oh, come on!” Miki bemoans, flopping her back down on my lap. “Everyone knows The Miura,” she gestures to whole body at this. “Is the sexiest thing on campus.”

Seated on a couch in the Girl’s Dorm common room, I’m actually surprised to find that Miki and I are the only ones here. Granted, we are supposed to be in class, but I’d figured Miki couldn’t possibly be the only delinquent this time of day.

I give her a shrug in response, trying my best to seem like I don’t agree with her.

“I don’t know, Miki. Lilly’s got that whole ‘bombshell blonde’ thing going on, and I have to admit I’ve seen Emi’s ass a lot more than yours. You’ve definitely got the best legs though, that’s for sure.”

She sticks her tongue out at me indignantly, swatting me in the arm with her stump. “Asshole.”

“Gaylord.” I shoot back, which earns me a chuckle.

She reaches up with her good hand, giving my cheek a slightly condescending pat. “Look at you, you’re learning.” She leaves her hand there, before slowly curling her fingers along my jaw.

“So, you wanna see some more then, huh?” Miki’s tone is low and sultry, radiating in her chest; I can even feel it in my legs.

Ever one to push my buttons, she bites her tongue in a devilish grin as my face turns bright red. Slowly, she trails her fingers down to my tie, before grabbing it firmly and sliding off me in one fluid motion. She doesn’t say anything, merely turning around and starting to walk.

“Miki, wh-” I’m cut off as I stumble forward, dragged by my neck tie. Miki sets a rather brisk pace as she makes for the stairs, turning around to face me as she turns. Her brown eyes are half-lidded, staring at me intensely.

“Shut up, Hisao.”

She releases my tie, but grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs to her floor. I’m still not sure where this is going. I...can’t say I was expecting this, but then again...this is Miki we’re talking about. Who knows how far she’s willing to take a joke? Then again, if she is serious…

I would be very far from upset.

Miki has been nothing but a constant figure in my life, in one way or another, for the past month since I arrived here at Yamaku. She helped me get accustomed to being here, helped me find new friends and new ways to spend my time besides reading and sulking.

But for all the good she’s done, she’s also made my life a living hell. Every other sentence seems to be some innuendo or flirtation or just overt sexual comment at my expense. Not to say I don’t often appreciate the attention, she’s always pushing buttons and then never taking things further once she gets a reaction out of me.

I see a glint in Miki’s eye as she leads me down the hall. She releases my hand and pounds on a door twice as she walks by, continuing on towards her own. She makes a show of fumbling with her keys until I hear a door behind us open. I turn, and see Emi standing there. She looks at me, then to my left, her head tilted in confusion.

That's when Miki grabs my tie once more and practically throws me inside her room, slamming the door behind her as she enters as well.

She locks the door, and it clicks in my head just as the bolt does.

“About fucking time, you tease.”

Miki just smirks at me she strides forward. “I said shut up.” Without warning, she wraps her forearm around my back and snakes her fingers into my hair, mashing her lips against mine. I can feel myself stumbling backwards as she keeps on moving, eventually shoving me up against her wall.

This is a lot to process all at once. So many different sources of information all at once. The feeling of Miki’s tongue prodding into my mouth, her body pressed against me. My heart pounding in my chest, but not painfully, thank God. I’d probably kill myself if my heart didn’t take me out if something happened right now.

The smell of her hair against my face. Her deep, steady breathing through her nose.

After the first few moments of shock, I return her affections in earnest. I let my tongue dance with hers, arms wrapping around her. She melts into my touch, a wave of tension I hadn’t even realized she’d been holding releasing all at once.

She breaks away from me, moving her hand from my hair to my chest. She turns, moving me with her before shoving me backwards to sit onto her bed.

Miki stares at me, mouth cocked in a confidant, sultry smirk. She has me exactly where she wants me. Right now, this is where she would start laughing if she were the cruelest woman on Earth.

She undoes the top button of her shirt, taking slow, stalking paces towards me. As she gets halfway down, it’s clear she’s not wearing a bra. She was planning this, wasn’t she? Or does she just usually not where one? Either is fine with me. Thinking is not exactly one of my strong suits at the moment.

Her arms fall back as she climbs into my lap, the shirt slipping from her body to reveal her lithe, slender form. My hands instinctively come to her hips, and she gives a small sigh as my hands move upward along her waist. My thumbs trace her abs, toned but not rigid.

“Like what you see?” She asks breathily, and I’m vaguely aware of her hands pulling off my tie and working on unbuttoning my shirt. I move to help her, and she grabs my hand and presses it to one of her breasts. They aren’t particularly large, but more than a handful, and absolutely perfect. My other hand mirrors my first, and she gives a soft whimper as I gently squeeze them.

“This is my show here, Hisao. You just follow my lead, got it?”

I open my mouth to speak, then shut it. I nod instead, and her grin turns dark again. Grabbing either side of my half-open shirt, she rips it open the rest of the way, popping a few buttons off in the process.

She swats my upper arms, silently directing me to raise them. I comply, and she yanks my undershirt off with just as much haste. She gives a small gasp of surprise at my scar. She braces her missing hand against my shoulder, her hand gently tracing the length of my scar.

Leaning in, she presses her lips to the jagged line of flesh. I lean back, using my arms to support my weight. My mind is hazy, filled only with thoughts of Miki. The room around her is out of focus, but she’s clear as day. Every line of her body, the small beads of sweat starting to form on her brow.

I could get used to this.

She envelopes me in a deep kiss again, using her hand to shimmy her way out of her skirt and confirming my suspicions: not a single undergarment underneath. She slowly slides off of me, hand trailing down my chest and firmly palming over my crotch as she settles onto her knees.

Rather deftly, she manages to get my belt off in one fluid motion, followed shortly after by my button and zipper. I start pushing myself out of them, and she tugs them the rest of the way off.

She takes my shaft in her hand, starting to circle her thumb around the head. “Hey there, big guy.” She purrs, reaching into the inside pocket of her skirt before standing up, silver foil square in her hand. She tears it open with her teeth, removing the condom and spitting the wrapper aside.

She places it against my tip and climbs back into my lap, rolling the latex over my length with a twist and lines my length up with her entrance. My hands go to her waist, and her left arm slinks around my neck, pressing our foreheads together. There’s lust in her eyes, deep carnal desire shining in her brown eyes like a fire. But, there’s a twinge to it as well. She doesn’t just want a blind fuck.

She wants me. And that drives me wilder than anything she’s done to me since I met her.

“Think you’re ready to ride The Miura, lover boy?” She whispers against my lips, pulling at my upper lip with her teeth as she asks.

This time, it’s my turn. I tighten my grip on her hips.

“Shut up.” I growl, and pull her down as I mash my lips against hers. She moans into my mouth as she takes me, immediately rolling her hips against me until I’m fully inside her. She’s tight, and hot, almost uncomfortably so. It feels like fire spreads through my fire from our joining.

Her other arm wraps around my neck as well, deepening our kiss as she begins to rock her hips forward and back without drawing me out of her at all.

This time, it’s my turn, and Miki breaks our kiss and smiles against my lips as I let out a deep groan of pleasure.

“You just let Miki go to work and enjoy yourself, gaylord, and we’ll both be more than satisfied.”

I almost object at her moniker, but decide it better to just kiss her again. Miki’s pace slowly starts to increase until she begins dragging herself up my length and letting herself teasingly slide back down. Every movement sends waves of pleasure tingling up my spine and curling my toes. My fingers grab her ass, firm with just the right amount of give. Now able to appreciate it outside of her skirt, it’s much better than Emi’s.

She might have her been in speed, but Miki’s got her in spades where it counts.

Miki never stats in one rhythm for long, constantly switching her style, speed, and intensity. It’s almost like she’s toying with me. She’s brought me close more than once, only to slow down or stop altogether. She becomes less and less playful as time passes, though. I can feel her growing desperate, coming close to her own orgasm. Her movements aren’t as fluid as before, faster and harder.

I’m glad she’s on top and not wanting me to fuck her like this. I don’t think my heart could handle that much work.

“Hisao…” She moans against my neck, breath hot as she pants against my skin. I start rolling my hips to meet her movements.

“M-Me too…” I stammer out, my own breathing shaky and ragged. Both of us are wet with sweat, and both of our thighs with Miki’s juices.

“Hisao!” She cries out a few moments later, biting down hard on my neck. Her hips spasm and her legs twitch, walls convulsing and clamping down on me like a vice. It’s enough to send me over the edge as well, my vision flashing white as I cum inside her.

My back gives out it’s support, leaving us laying on the bed as we ride out out orgasms. The few moments of bliss pass quickly, but still feel like an eternity. We’re left laying there together, Miki limp on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.

After a minute or so, Miki cups my cheek in her hand, pressing a gentle, sweet kiss to my jaw.

“Worth the wait?” She asks breathily, her lips curling up in a smile.

I look down at her, shaking my head in disbelief. “More than worth it.” I kiss her, wrapping my arms around her back. She lifts her hips as she adjusts herself to better lay on top of me, sliding my rapidly-deflating length out of her. Just as practiced, she carefully slides the condom off without spilling the contents, and cleanly deposits it in a beside trash can.

I shift to properly lay down on the bed, and she cuddles up alongside me, head resting on my chest. Her finger slowly traces along my scar, though she looks up at me.

“I suppose you’ve earned yourself about 15 minutes of this lovey-dovey cuddly bullshit before I take you for Round Two.”

“Just two?” I ask.

Miki smiles coyly. “We’ll see.”
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Re: Worth the Wait - A Miki Smut One Shot (18+)

Post by Hanako Fancopter » Tue Sep 24, 2019 11:45 am

As far as random smut goes it's pretty good. Not exceptional but enjoyable--continue down this path and you may go far, young padawan. Prepare for potential negative comments over using the gaylord meme though. Doesn't bother me from the "memes automatically bad" viewpoint, but I will say that Miki saying gaylord as she's fucking Hisao kinda breaks the mood, a random goofy moment interspersed with a section otherwise focused on the sexuality. Also a bit jarring how fast Miki and Hisao both push past and ignore the reveal of his scar, given how big a complex Hisao has over it in the game, but it's a random smutshot so meh.

I do like how Miki gives herself a new nickname in this story. Maybe every author should have a different version of Big Sexy that she calls herself!
An Unusual Friendship (Misha x Hanako Route)
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Re: DackFayded Story Archive - Updated 9/28/2019

Post by DackFayded » Sun Oct 13, 2019 5:26 am

Indulgences: Saki/Hisao/Miki Threesome Smut Oneshot

I’ve never been to a high school party before, and I have to admit, I regret that being the case now.

Sure, it’s a bit more difficult to throw a ‘party’ in a single dorm room as opposed to someone’s house when their parents are away. If I’d been more social in my previous school, my place would have been the perfect spot to do just such a thing on an almost-daily basis.

Still, Miki’s managed to pull it off. Tonight was very fun, only made better by the celebration of the end of exams. Tomorrow marks a three-day weekend, and I can’t think of a better way to kick things off.

The festivities ended up crawling well past normal curfew. People had started filtering out shortly before then, and in the end only three of us were left: Miki, Saki, and myself.

It’s a bit strange to me how much these two girls have come to be such large presences in my life since I’ve come to Yamaku. In only a few months time, they’ve gone from little more than acquaintances to easily my two best friends.

One who became a bit more than just a friend, the other the easygoing tomboy who introduced me to her.

I’m incredibly thankful to have them both in my life. I don’t want to think of where I would be without their influence since coming to Yamaku. Not only am I much happier now than I was two months ago, I think I’m happier now than I really ever have been.

I’m brought back to reality by the sound of the door locking. I shake my head as I snap out of my thoughts, looking at Miki and Saki. The former is standing at the door, the latter seated in my lap on Miki’s bed. For a moment, the two of them share a look, before both turning their attention towards me.

Miki smirks at me, leaning against the door with her arms crossed under her chest. Saki places a gentle hand on my chest, turning her position to half-face towards me. Leaning in, she presses her lips against mine, shifting again in my lap to put her knees between my legs, chest against mine.

This whole situation is confusing. What the hell is going on? Try as I might to attempt to process what’s happening right now, Saki’s lips on mine have always had the effect of making the rest of the world melt away.

It isn’t until she’s halfway done that I realize she’s been slowly working the buttons of my shirt. My eyes shoot open, and over Saki’s shoulder, I see Miki still standing where she was.

Only now she’s topless.

My eyes widen in surprise. My body must stiffen as well, as Saki chuckles against my lips. She pulls away only enough to speak, lips brushing against mine as she does.

“Miki wants a piece of you as well, Hisao.” She whispers, bringing a hand up to cup my cheek. “You’re heart is all mine, Hisao, but I can share some of what makes you special. I made her a deal that she can have all the fun she wants as long as I’m there.”

She kisses me again, but slowly shifts out of my lap and pulls away, moving around to sit behind me. Wrapping her arms around me, she continues working on my shirt as Miki takes her place. Unlike Saki, she straddles my legs, her thighs on either side of me.

She crosses her arms behind her head, puffing her chest out for extra emphasis. Where Saki’s body is soft and almost dainty, Miki is much more well-endowed and her body is toned.

“Like what you see, Nakai?” She purrs, ever-so cocky in everything she does.

I take in her curves, the gentle rise and fall of her chest from her steady, expectant breathing. I’m sure Saki can sense my hesitation, as she leans in to speak into my ear.

“Go on. I know you’ve thought about it before, sweetie. Don’t worry, nothing you do is going to make me upset.” As if to prove her point, she begins peppering my neck and jawline with kisses, nuzzling into me.

Slowly, I bring my hands towards Miki. She gives a content sigh as my fingers trail along her thighs and up to her waist. Miki leans in to my touch as my hands move along her curves, coming up to cup her breasts. Her eyes close and her lips curl up into a sultry grin, pushing her chest into my hands.

Saki pulls my shirt open before turning my head by my chin, pulling me into a deep kiss. One arm at a time, Miki guides my shirt off of me, pulling my hands from her body in the process. Saki pulls away as they both pull my undershirt off together.

Miki has much the same reaction to seeing my scar for the first time as Saki did. She gives a small noise of surprise at first, before reaching out to run her hand along the dark jagged line that juts across my chest. Saki’s hands trail down my body, undoing my belt with practiced ease as she reaches my waist.

After satisfying her curiosity, Miki snakes her hand into my hair and leans in, kissing me. It’s strange how different it feels compared to Saki, but not in a bad way. Saki is tender and soft even when she’s passionate. With Miki, there’s a hunger to her actions that I haven’t seen even when Saki and I are together like this.

It’s a more than welcome difference, however.

A shiver runs through my body at just how intense she is. Settling herself down against me, she slowly drags herself down my body, planting kisses along my skin as she goes. Saki quickly takes her place on my lips, the sweetness I’d fallen for a stark contrast to Miki’s style.

My mind feels hazy, totally overcome with the moment. Ten minutes ago I’d been making plans on whether or not to try and read before going to bed. This is a much better end to the night.

I feel a tugging at my waist, and instinctively lift my hips as my pants are slid off of me. My boxers follow as Saki shifts into Miki’s former position. Her arms wrap around my neck, crossing and draping over my back. She leans her forehead against mine, pulling just far away enough to speak.

“I love you.” She whispers against my lips, gorgeous golden eyes staring into mine. Every time I hear her say those words, my entire body just feels warm, and this time is no different.

“I love you t-aaaahh.” My reply is stolen from me by a shaky moan that I can’t stop from slipping from my lips as something warm and wet slowly runs the length of my shaft. Saki just giggles and occupies my now-open mouth with her own, slipping her tongue inside to dance with mine.

For her part, Miki begins swirling her tongue around my head, slowly stroking my length as she does. I feel my legs tensing and toes curling in response. As cheesy as it sounds, Saki and I do lean more towards making love than fucking, so the feeling of a tongue on my cock is an entirely new one.

“Enjoying yourself?” Saki teases me, stifling any reply with a kiss. She giggles in response to another moan. I can feel Miki bobbing along my length, a feeling I’m intently trying to burn into my memory in case Saki never replicates it.

This rhythm of Saki engulfing me in her loving embrace while Miki fellates me. It’s obvious she’s had quite a bit of practice, and I’m more than thankful for whatever time she’s spent perfecting her abilities. Even without me being able to warn her, Miki seems more than aware of when I’m reaching my limit. She pulls off slowly, giving an audible pop as she does, at the same time tightly squeezing the base of my shaft with her hand.

“Ah, ah, ah~.” She scolds me, releasing my length to reaching into her nightstand. “Not just yet, lover boy.”

It’s only now that the two of them fully undress.Saki makes a show of slowly undressing in my lap, smacking my hands away when I reach up to do it myself.

“Tonight is just as much a gift to you as it is to her, Hisao.” Saki whispers, teasingly nibbling on my earlobe as she pulls away. “You just sit there and enjoy yourself, sweetheart.”

Miki, for her part, is much less ceremonious with baring herself to me. She stands, uncinching her skirt and letting it crumple around her legs, revealing not a stitch of clothing underneath. She holds a foil square in her teeth, a wide smirk on her pink-dusted face. After a moment, she takes the square from her mouth, and three more drop down to hang from the first.

Her smile only grows bigger as she sees my eyes widen as I realize her implication.

“What, you thought you were sleeping tonight?”

She tears into the top one with her teeth and tosses the rest aside to her desk, settling back onto her knees and disappearing from my view. Saki wraps her arms around me again, kissing and nipping at my neck. She even softly bites me a few times, smiling against me at my small hisses of pain.

I feel Miki roll the condom over my head. Holding her fingers around the end, she elicits a deep groan as she slowly rolls it the rest of the way down with her mouth, taking me all the way to the base and popping back off in one fluid motion.

Miki flicks my head as she stands up, Saki once more moving behind me. “Hope you’re ready for the night of your life, Hisao.”

“Definitely top five.” I retort, trying to at least seem somewhat less than completely overwhelmed. Miki just gives a snort as she pushes me onto my back, climbing into my lap as she does. She pins my length against my stomach, grinding herself along the underside of my shaft.

She settles into a rhythm with her hips, parting her lips with my shaft and doing a magnificent job of making me want to throw her down on the mattress.

Having finally decided to give in, Miki leans forward as she reaches back, taking my length in her hand and guiding me to her entrance. She opens her eyes and looks at me, biting her bottom lip. She takes her hand away and sinks down all at once, slamming her hips down against mine.

Her eyes flutter and cross for a moment, a sight stolen from me a moment later as Saki slides herself over my face, firmly planting her slit against my lips. I look up at her and she tangles her fingers in my hair, pressing herself down against me further to coax my tongue from my lips.

I’m rewarded with a content sigh that rumbles through Saki’s body to my lips as I comply, reaching into her with my tongue. Her knees shake and tense for a moment before her entire body relaxes on top of me, pressing down even further against me, tilting her head to look down at me.

Saki stares down at me, eyes barely open as her mouth hangs almost limp, tongue pressed up against her bottom lip to keep from slipping free. I’d swear I could see hearts in her eyes if it was actually possible. As much as I try to focus on just how gorgeous Saki looks above me, Miki is making that quite difficult with how she’s grinding against me.

Rolling her hips without lifting her body away from mine, I get no reprieve from her heat and tightness wrapped around my length, and by God does she feel amazing. Before now, Saki was the only person I’d had sex with. Now, that number grew to two, and it’s exhilarating just how different the two experiences are. My first time with Saki had been slow and methodical, though it had been just like practically everything between us: Saki taking the lead, guiding me along to whatever she had in store for me to experience with her.

Now, I felt like less of a partner and more the center of attention. I was being used, sure, but this wouldn’t have happened for just any other guy. I was special, and knowing that felt almost as good as that thing Miki did with her tongue.

Finally she lifts herself from against me, dragging herself up my shaft before sinking back down, each movement of Miki’s hips sending waves of pleasure through my body. I must react in more than moaning into Saki’s lips, as I can feel a laugh rattle through Miki’s body.

“Pretty sure he’s gotten over his nerves now.” She teases, gently caressing my stomach with her hand while she rides me.

“Mmm.” Saki just groans her assent, giving herself one good stroke against my lips before pulling away to let me breathe. “I did pick a good one this time around, didn’t I? So much sweeter than most other guys, isn’t he?”

She slowly slides down my body, pressing herself against me all the way down. I plant kisses along her skin until she joins our lips, hands moving to hold my face instead of my hair. My eyes open as she gives a nose of surprise. Her eyes are wide for a moment before crossing and fluttering half-shut, a purring moan rumbling out of her as Miki grins from behind her.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing her too.” Miki says, though doesn’t give me a chance to respond as she increases her pace, bouncing along my length even faster. Not that any response I would give her would be any more coherent than anything Saki could come up with right now. It’s my turn to cradle her against me as her body practically gives out under her and she slumps against me.

Just as always, I support her, wrapping one arm around her to keep her upright, the other moving between her legs to join Miki’s fingers. While Miki pumps inside her, I tease my fingers around her clit. Saki moans, mewling against my neck before biting down softly to stifle herself.

“Don’t.” I whisper, turning to speak directly into her ear. My voice comes through shallow and breathy, fighting back my own moaning just to get through. “I want to hear you. You sound so beautiful.”

My prayers are answered as I feel Miki slip off of me, and tug Saki down to take her place. A moan erupts from her lips as I fill her, her hands twitching against my chest.

“She’s close. Finish her off, lover boy.” Miki growls into my other ear, teeth running along the outer edge of my ear. “Then we can finish having our fun.”

I’ve never needed much more encouragement than hearing the word ‘close’ when it comes to sex, the small handful of times it has been for me. It almost feels like a natural switch in my head, the way it just turns on something primal in me. I adjust Saki to better situate her against me, Miki helps by sliding in above my head and holding Saki’s shoulders to keep her from sliding off of me.

I kiss her and start thrust, driving myself up into her with a steady rhythm. As fast as we go together in life, there’s never any rush between us in bed. No rush is even close to needed, though, as within just a few moments of having me all to herself she starts babbling, trying her best to form coherent words and moans but her lips just don’t cooperate with her as her lower body seizes and ripples around me.

Her legs shake and her hips convulse, giving her a last few bounces along my cock as pleasure rolls through her body. I just hold her and smile as she rides out her orgasm, giving her a bright-red, smiling face to come back to. Her hair is plastered to her face with sweat by now, and she smiles up at me lazily through mostly-lidded eyes.

I could spend all day staring into her eyes, but Miki has other ideas.

“You two are adorable, but fuck that.” Miki purrs in my ear, this time biting my earlobe and pulling at it with her teeth. “Finish what you started, lover boy. Give me the fucking I’ve been thinking about for weeks now.”

Sometimes, I’m glad Saki got her claws into me first. I think Miki would have probably fucked me to death by now.

She wraps her arms around Saki and gently pulls her off of me and settles back into the chair. “Sorry, sweetheart, but Hisao’s got a job to finish.” Saki tries to protest, but just slumps back into the seat, too spent for the moment to really fight Miki stealing me away for herself. For her part, Miki grabs me by the chin as she slinks back to the bed, sliding onto her back. She doesn’t release me, instead guiding me over her. “Come on, lover boy.” She growls up at me, flashing me a daring wink. “No love, no warmth. Just fuck me.”

There’s a moment of silence before Saki lets out a weak giggle, body lolled into one side of the chair. “Can’t.” She says between shallow breaths.

“Sweetheart just can’t help himself.”

Miki grabs my chin again, pulling me in a deep, sultry kiss. There’s a ferocity to it that Saki doesn’t have. There’s still passion, sure, but...not nearly as gentle. It’s hard to describe just how different it is, but it just feels more...primal.

She purrs against my lips, and I go on autopilot. My had pushes her away and guides her to flip over, which she complies to with a satisfied grin. Putting my forearm across her shoulders, I lean my weight into pinning her down as I slam my hips forward. Her back arches like a cat’s and a shiver works up through her body.

I eventually settle into a rhythm that satisfies both Miki’s desire for me to be rough with her and my worries about overworking myself. Saki’s managed to drill that into my head so deeply that no matter how filled with lust I am, I always keep my heart in mind. Miki seems more than happy with my intensity, though, so I’m not particularly worried about not giving her exactly what she was looking for.

At least, if the intensity of her moaning is to be believed. It always makes me feel a special pride when Saki moans my name, and Miki is no different.

If the jerkiness of my hips starting to throw off my rhythm doesn’t give away how close I am, my panting does. Miki pushes me off of her and flips over onto her back, wrapping her powerful legs around my waist and pulling me back into her. Her arms cross around my neck and she tugs me down into another deep kiss, moaning open-mouthed against me.

“Hisao…” She whines into my ear as she breaks the kiss, and I pull back to look at her. Just like Saki, her hair sticks to her skin from sweat, a soft glistening to her skin as it beads along her body. For the first time since I met her, she looks soft and vulnerable. For as much as she proclaimed her desire for “No love, no warmth”, the only other time I’ve ever seen that expression on a person’s face is the first time Saki told me she loved me.

It’s not a look of lust, but of ecstasy, and it’s more than enough to send me over the edge.

“Hisao~!” Miki cries out as I slam myself deep inside her, my whole body shuddering as my eyes go white. Miki’s body reacts much the same, waves of shaking running through her. I’m vaguely aware of her clamping her teeth down on my neck, something I’m sure is going to hurt in a few moments when the high wears off.

Before I can collapse on top of her, I’m gently shoved sideways onto my back. Saki snuggles herself in between myself and the wall, with Miki curling up and nuzzling into me from the other side. Miki deftly removes the condom and places it in the bedside trash, before laying her head on my chest with a huff. It’s a bit funny how the two of them mirror each other now, as compared to how different their particular ‘styles’ were.

Minutes pass in silence as the three of us simply enjoy the proximity, sharing each other’s bodies with each other and basking in our afterglow. I’m sure these sheets need a serious cleaning, but that can wait until the morning.

“We should do this again sometime.” I finally speak up, earning me a pair of tired giggles.

“Definitely.” Miki purrs, dragging a finger along my chin.

“Behave yourself and we’ll see.” Saki retorts, though I’m not sure which of us she’s talking to at that point.

Pressed between two lovely women in the afterglow of having sex with both of them, coupled with just how late it is by this point, it doesn’t take long before lethargy overtakes me and I begin slipping off. I put an arm around both of them and pull them close, and both shift to lay pressed against me. We don’t need anymore words tonight.

"Ten minutes, lover boy. Then we're on for Round Two."

Or maybe we do.

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