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“Heya, Alice! Fancy meeting you here.” Marisa casually strolled up to her.
“Well, we both live here.” Alice knew better than to look down when she was with Marisa in public—as ‘public’ as you could get in the Forest of Magic. She would hate to get spotted by a random bystander with a boner, who would then immediately peg her as some sort of pervert, maybe even calling her such as they mocked her for being so depraved. So, naturally, she nearly drooled as she failed miserably to make eye contact.
“Right, right. What’re all the dolls out for?” She had her trusty Shanghai beside her, sweeping up a pile of leaves, while four Hourai dolls brushed off window sills around the outside of the house, as well as another set for the interior, and she had London dolls taking care of the steps and floors.
“Making sure my house is clean, in case we get any guests.” Marisa’s eyes lit up.
“Well, I was heading home, but I could really use some tea!” And like that, she invited herself into her home, already heading inside before Alice could get in a word edgewise. Of course, she could have said something while Marisa’s fat, jiggling ass cheeks rocked their way through her front door, but for some reason she felt like it wasn’t worth the hassle. She sighed and followed her inside, her entourage slowly trailing behind as she did.
By the time she caught up, Marisa was already taking a seat. Alice’s heart skipped a beat when she saw her lowering down, her hips already wide enough to nearly take up the entire seat. Her ass spread out and practically swallowed it whole with an audible groan from the poor wooden legs. Her thighs poured over the edge like jiggly water balloons, and she spread them wide enough to just barely give a pantyshot. She flashed her a smile and a wink, which made Alice painfully aware of the fact she had been staring the whole time.
Marisa chuckled before saying, “Perv~.” Alice gulped. She was quickly turning from seven to eight colors, but she couldn’t wrangle her eyes away, especially when Marisa was watching her show her true colors.
“L-let me go make some tea.” She pivoted away from the display and forced herself to walk into the other room. Finally given a break, she wiped the sweat off her brow. She grabbed her kettle and took it to the basin to fill it with fresh water. She could leave making the tea to her dolls, but some things were best done personally, and she wanted to be involved in every step of the process, even the mundane task of boiling water. She wasn’t cheesy enough to call it a ritual, but there was a sense of calm that washed over her when she did it. It was almost enough to forget about Marisa in the other room by the time she turned on the stove. At least, until she practically burst through the door.
“I found somethin’ stuck in my dress, I’m gonna wash up.” Alice, of course, watched as she crossed the room. She looked back at her kettle, then sighed and decided to grab some biscuits and bring them into the living room. When she set them down, she looked over at her couch and felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead. She had recently invested in a new couch from Kourindou, one with so-called “memory foam.” Apparently, it lasted longer, was softer, and as the name implied, it had ‘memory’ of sorts. She bit her lip, fought with her inner thoughts for a few moments, before looking over her shoulder and seeing that she was still alone, for now.
Alice sat down on the couch, right on the indent that was left in Marisa’s wake. She shimmied as deep into it as she could, reveling in the heat that still lingered. She pictured Marisa sitting there again and, even though it was just moments ago, it felt brand new. Mainly because she was now imagining what it would look like from behind her. She imagined she was the seat itself, being swallowed by warmth and embracing the darkness that came with all the light being eclipsed by those massive, pale globes. Her lower lip quivered as she squeezed her thighs together to steer her steadily growing erection into a more comfortable position.
“Hey, Alice, the water’s done boiling!” Alice opened her eyes just in time to see Marisa looking at her panting and squirming in place, before her gaze flicked away. She had been so focused on her daydream that she hadn’t noticed the kettle whistling, but now that she was made aware, it became the only noise in the room, punctuating the pregnant pause. Her body was frozen still with a face as red as a tomato while her heart thumped heavily in her chest, shame and excitement melding together into an intoxicating feeling. “Huh, I wonder where Alice went~. How strange. ” Marisa’s grin spread from ear to ear. What?
Alice’s confusion prolonged her stunned state, especially when Marisa walked right towards her with her finger on her chin and head tilted up as if she was really pondering the question. Her eyes drifted, as they always did, down to Marisa’s melon-crushing thighs. It was the only part of her body willing to move, the rest of her muscles simultaneously failing to listen to her commands, like she was a puppet without her strings. “Well, guess I’ll just…” Oh no. She started to turn around, and Alice’s body was finally willed to motion when she realized exactly where Marisa was going with this. Her survival instincts overrode her depraved brain in order to force her off the couch, but it was too late. “…take a seat while I wait~.”
Plap! Breath was squeezed out of her lungs with a pained gasp and a dull throb shot through her body. Her body got hot, so hot, aided by the fact she was already so worked up. The noise of the kettle was muffled by the flesh squeezing against Alice’s face. She clenched her teeth while her erection was squeezed between the couch and her skirt, given nowhere to go and being smothered in humid heat. That same feeling from when she was spotted intensified, with the added bonus of ridiculous pressure and heat. Her tongue went to action, desperately lapping at Marisa’s panties as if she could drill through the fabric for her real target. Her thoughts quickly deteriorated into a slurry of words like ‘naughty,’ ‘depraved,’ and ‘pervert.’ Part of her wanted to beg Marisa to grind her into the couch, to crush her pelvis into dust and bury her in her divine ass, but that part was stopped by the remnants of her rational mind that weren’t drowning in the horny river of her subconscious. Instead, she reveled in it for as long as she could, before she poked her head up and groaned, “Tibet.”
Marisa shot up from the couch and stretched her arms high above her head. She turned around with the same grin as before, and in that same coy tone, said, “Oh, there ya are. Sorry, Alice, I can’t see much with this tuckus getting in the way.” She gave it a slap for emphasis, though the gesture was mostly lost on Alice, on account of the fact she was busy gasping for air and blinking away stars. A strand of drool trailed down to her chest, one that she was quick to wipe away.
“Thas’ alright. Just… give me oooone moment, and I’ll fetch the tea.” She slowly rose from the couch, making sure not to rouse her sore muscles. She then stumbled her way across the room, nearly tripping on the corner of the rug, before taking a moment to regain her balance. She walked around the corner to grab the kettle and a filter with earl gray, then delicately poured them both into her teapot. Then she placed down a timer rune for 5 minutes before walking back towards the living room.
She angled herself to move half a meter to the left, then three paces forward, making sure to put her left foot forward on the first. In the adjacent room, Shanghai was just about to pick up a stray apple and return it to the shelf, while in the opposite one, another doll was sweeping a dust bunny from the corner. Alice took one more step…
“ Kyaaaaah! ” she shrieked.
“Alice?! What’s the… matter.” Marisa ran into the room, catching herself on the doorframe. The panic on her face immediately faded into a smirk when she saw what really happened to Alice.
“Oh, no~! I m-must have crossed too many strings!” Alice’s arms were bound tightly to her sides, her feet were spread a few inches above the ground, and her skirt was miraculously flipped up to expose her needy cock. The strings that held her up were only visible wherever sunlight snuck in through the curtains. “T-this is soo embarrassing. Marisa, you’ve gotta, hah, help me~.”
“You’re a freak, y’know that?” Alice’s heart skipped a beat, and she failed to hold back a crooked smile.
“D-d-don’t say that!”
“No?” Marisa’s smile went from cheery to wicked as she slowly approached the strung-up puppeteer. She made sure each stride was painfully exaggerated, finishing each one with a stomp to really make her cheeks wobble. “What about weirdo? ” Alice’s member twitched.
“Don’ call me-at, puhleesh.” Her protest came out as a jumbled mess as her brain started shutting down in response to the inevitable.
“As if I’m gonna listen to a degenerate like you. Besides…” Her eyes trailed down and she licked her lips. “It looks like someone is much more honest.” Alice thrashed against her bindings, both to play into the scene and to abide the adrenaline that surged through her. Marisa closed in on her, and even though she was barely taller, the way Alice was spread out made it feel like she was a giant.
“ Wawawawait —.” She was cut off by Marisa smashing their lips together and subsequently shoving her tongue down Alice’s throat. She let out weak whimpers and squeaks with whatever breath she could get through her nose, but her own tongue stood no chance at overpowering her. Especially when those mind-meltingly soft thighs wrapped around her cock and completely hid it from sight. She gently twisted her hips, making light slaps as well as providing heavenly stimulation to Alice. Already, she felt orgasm was only moments away, but she persevered and fought it back with all the mental capacity left to her.
Marisa pulled her mouth off with an audible schlorp , leaving a strand of drool connecting the two in the process. “Hey, Alice, remember how long you lasted last time? Think you can go an extra minute, just for me?” She was either reading her like a book or acutely aware of every minor movement in Alice’s body, and she couldn’t decide which was hotter. She let out a wet pant that was close enough to her saying ‘yes’ that Marisa acknowledged it with a smile. “Maybe I should slow down a tad, hehe.”
Two minutes left. She continued her prior motions, but left Alice’s mouth vacant so she could delight in all the moans that left it. Her hands dragged down her back, plucking on some of the strings as she did, before coming to rest at her hips. Alice could feel her fingers slipping under her panties and drifting dangerously close to her asshole. Yet, some time passed, and she hadn’t yet made her move. Tension slowly bubbled up in Alice until it reached its peak and stayed that way for an agonizingly long time. She saw the intent in her eyes, but apparently she wanted to keep her in suspense.
One minute left. Marisa started sliding back and forth along her length, slowly at first. Her pace gradually grew and drowned Alice in brand new sensations. Once she had her distracted, she struck, and tugged her wide open with two fingers. She nearly came on the spot, but through sheer willpower she managed to hold back, much to Marisa’s delight. As a reward, she kissed her again, much more gently than before. She could feel the softness of her lips and taste a faint sweet, fruity flavor. The contrast between her being strung up and taken advantage of and the tender care that Marisa was giving her proved to be too much, and she felt a throb that she knew she couldn’t beat.
Brrring! If it weren’t for Marisa’s mouth, she would have screamed. Her vision flashed white as thick, heavy throbs coursed through her body. She started jerking her hips—as much as was allowed by the strings that she was wrapped in—to try and get as much pleasure as possible as she dumped load after load. Shlick, shlick, shlick. Cum started to pour out the back of Marisa’s thighs, even the ludicrously thick meat unable to contain so much jizz. Eventually, her hips began to slow, and her orgasm faded out with continually smaller bursts.
Marisa took a step back, removing herself with a wet pop, and looked down at the mess they had made. “Holy crap! Have you been saving up?” Alice let out a drunken giggle, and nodded her head.
“There’s a pair of scissors on the counter, next to the stove.” She tilted her head to gesture towards them.
She looked at the scissors, then back to Alice, all the while a smile grew on her face. “ Riight. I oughta clean up first, then I’ll do that~.” Before she could protest, Marisa had turned her back on her.
“T-that’s fine. Just be quick, please?” She was already out of the kitchen. “Marisa? Marisa? ”