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Hilda couldn’t help but tap her long, pink acrylics on her laptop, just missing her keyboard. She didn’t worry about whether she was too loud or not; frankly she could barely hear her own tapping at all, let alone professor Byleth lecturing about..was it psychology? Economics? Wait no this was a social studies class. Hilda couldn’t think straight. Not only did she usually tune out the professor, despite liking them well, but- she squeezed her legs together tighter. Fuck, she felt it kicking in again followed by flashbacks…oh, the flashbacks. Thank goodness she wore a liner that day.
“Hild..Hilda…?”
Hilda finally snapped out of her trance as she felt a tap on her shoulder, soft enough to go undetected by the average person. She turned to her right to see a concerned Marianne.
“Your tapping…it’s kinda loud.” Marianne’s voice was practically silent, but Hilda understood her loud and clear and clear.
“Oh!..Sorry, I didn’t realize!” Hilda was not so good at whispering and suddenly drew a little more attention than she intended.
“Hilda, is there an issue..?” Byleth’s tone was well meaning, but this was embarrassing all the same.
As the lecture hall turned to look at her, a crowd of only about 40 feeling like 400, she cursed to herself and laughed awkwardly. “No, no problems!”
Except there was a problem, one that she’d brought upon herself, that had put her in this awkward situation right now. Frazzled, Hilda reached into her bag’s side pocket to pull out her water bottle and take a long swig. But as the she lost the class’s attention, another flashback hit and she felt absolutely weak in the knees. However, she was certain; she had absolutely no regrets.
. . . . .
--Two days prior--
Hilda stared at the thin, pink cardboard encapsulating a pink pill sitting on her dining room counter.
She was admittedly a little skeptical, but the glowing reviews of women detailing how amazing the sex was, how their genitals had heartbeats of their own, about how they swore they’d soaked through even their thickest pants, remained in her head.
She looked at her phone which read 7:45. He’d be here in just half an hour which, factoring in dinner, was enough time for this stuff to kick in, Hilda thought.
After learning about Marianne’s retreat happening this weekend, Hilda was able to get her permission to invite Claude over for what she called a ‘date night.’
. . . . .
“Yea..sure. A date night..” Marianne smiled to herself and couldn’t hold in a small giggle.
“Marianneee!” Hilda blushed, trying to make it seem like she had plans other than getting intimate with her boyfriend. “We just wanted to hang out on Saturday and watch Netflix to celebrate midterms finally being over.”
“Hilda, it’s okay.. I understand, he can come over. Just please.. make sure you.. clean anything up if you.. end up on the couch-“
“Marianne!?”
“I- I’m not saying I don’t think you wouldn’t clean it! I’m just saying..” Marianne sounded nervous. Hilda couldn’t help but laugh.
“I totally understand Marianne. You won’t even know he was here! Well, unless there’s leftovers sine he promised to cook for me.”
Marianne’s face lit up in relief and adoration. “Aw, that’s sweet of him.”
“I just hope it’s edible.”
. . . . .
The clock now read 7:55pm. Hilda chuckled to herself, laughing at her own apprehension and hesitation. “How bad could it be?”
She popped the pink pill and drank a long swig of water. She stood for a moment as if waiting for the affects to take hold immediately until she realized that she had yet to finish getting ready.
. . . . .
At 8:05, she heard the doorbell and decided that she didn’t care that her pits weren’t smooth as a baby’s butt. She wiped off any shaving cream she’d had on, threw on a casual t-shirt to go with her super fashionable pink sweats, and went to the door.
“You’re late,” she said sternly, though her teasing could be seen in her eyes.
“Is that shaving cream on your neck?”
“Wha- fuck!” Hilda palmed her neck frantically finding that there was indeed a bit of it on her neck.
Claude laughed. “It seems we were both a bit behind schedule.”
Hilda rolled her eyes as he kissed her forehead and invited himself in. “Where’s Marianne? I wanted to at least say bye to her.”
“She left this afternoon, but she told me to tell you hi.”
“Ahh, Okay,” Claude went to the kitchen and sat his bags on the counter. They appeared to be a couple grocery bags filled with various ingredients and a distinct bottle of what Hilda assumed was wine.
“Oooh that’s fancy,” she said taking it out of the bag.
“Ah ah-“ he took it out of her hands and held it above her. Hilda hated when he did this but also kinda liked it. “That’s for the food.”
“What? You’re gonna cook something other than like… ramen or something easy? I didn’t know you could do that, considering you regularly burn even microwave popcorn.”
“Ouch,” Claude feigned heartbreak. “That was one time… and besides I like the taste of slightly over cooked popcorn.”
“Gross.”
“Besides, I know what I’m doing and it’ll be great. I practiced. But I’ll need some time.”
Oh shit, hilda thought. “How long…?”
“Ehh about 30-40 minutes. 30 if I start now.”
Hilda loved that he wanted to cook for her but damnit she had a plan. “Well… okay. I’ll let you start now. But just know that I’m realllyyyyy hungry. So hurry.”
“Gotcha.”
Hilda began to worry a bit. It’ll be fine. It’ll last long enough for the night, but goodness how soon would it kick in? Could be 30 minutes, could be an hour and a half. Hilda just needed to stay calm so as to not spoil the surprise. Hilda plopped onto the couch.
“You wanna help me out, Hilda?”
Hilda groaned in a way that they both knew meant “hell no.”
“Dinner would be ready faster. You did say you were super hungry…”
Wait, that would be a great idea right now. Damnit, she didn’t expect to be putting effort into anything but fucking tonight. She sighed and rolled off the couch. “Fine,” she said dramatically.
Claude was genuinely surprised and his face showed it. “Wow… Hilda, the Hilda Valentine Goneril helping with someone else’s task!?”
“I’m not that lazy!” She made her way to him and stood at his side. “Okay. What do I have to do.”
He gave her a big smile, filled with a teasing sarcasm, but still somehow genuine all the same. “So glad you could join me. Here.” He gave her a fairly simple task of cutting a series of vegetables which she agreed to.
She began her task, monotonous enough for her mind to wander toward and grow anxious about her plan. If she just helped him out, then perhaps dinner will be done before the pill takes it’s effect. And so she cut while Claude stood behind her preparing who knows what. He kept telling her “it’s a surprise,” when she turned around to ask about what he was doing. Although she complains about the things in life that require effort from her, she truly does enjoy helping Claude like this. She cherished moments like these where they could hang out together alone. She was oddly comforted by the domesticity of the present situation, allowing her to relax and Briefly forget about her plan… until she couldn’t.
She had just one more vegetable to cut when she felt it; a tingly feeling that was initially unnerving, but soon quite pleasant. She froze and her breath audibly hitched, though thankfully, Claude hadn’t noticed.
It’s happening, Hilda thought to herself with excited anxiousness. She turned toward Claude, wondering if through some way he’d noticed her change in demeanor. Thankfully, he’d noticed nothing. But she noticed something. She couldn’t quite decipher what about him was drawing her toward him, but she couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. She did always like his back; though he wore just a plain T-shirt, it was quite well fitted… at least it looked like it was right about now. And did he always smell this good?
“Hilda..?”
When, Hilda wondered, did she get so close to Claude? She found herself at his side, just behind his shoulder, looking up at a rather confused Claude.
He laughed at Hilda’s dumbfounded expression, light, airy, and brief yet somehow also sensual to Hilda right about now. His face felt both too close and too far. “Did you need something..?”
Hilda finally snapped out of whatever the pill was doing to her, and quickly put on a casual smile that poorly hid her embarrassment. “Uhh, just wanted to let you know I..I was almost done! With the vegetables.”
“Oh?” Claude turned to see Hilda’s work and looked genuinely impressed. And yes, Hilda thought, he does smell really nice tonight. “Nice work, Hilda. Didn’t know you had it in you.” He smirked over at Hilda’s unimpressed face.
“Well it turns out I’m a master chef and have totally and completely outdone and overworked myself,” Hilda said with all her usual dramatics.
Claude let out another small laugh and just when Hilda thought she’d regained control of herself, she felt a strong pang in her core. She involuntarily pressed her legs together with more pressure —thank goodness they already happened to be together— in a cheap attempt to satisfy the urged gaining prominence inside her. Did he always look that cute when he smiled? Was his laugh always so light yet somehow perfectly deep and oddly sensual? And Hilda knew she was quite short but she’d never had such an urge to bury her face into his chest and—
“Well I’m grateful to have such expert help. You think you can do me another favor?”
“I can’t!” Fuck that sounded way too panicked. “I mean, I umm… I’m not feeling too well you see, my back’s been bothering me a bit today and I think it would do good to just lay down right now..”
Claude gave her a quizzical look, but eventually shrugged it off. “Alright then, I can manage. You’ve already been so helpful for me. Go sit down, we can’t have you breaking your back from cutting vegetables,” he said with his usual sarcasm.
No, but I’d gladly allow you to— damnit, Hilda thought. That was completely intentional, it had to be! No matter, she thought. She could go to the couch, drink a bit of wine to calm her nerves, and relax until dinner was ready.
Thankfully, Claude had already used it so grabbing the wine and pouring a glass was simple. She sat down on the living room couch, took a sip of wine, took a sip of water —hydration was an important part of taking the pill, she remembered— and let herself recline into the couch.
She was beginning to wonder if this had been a mistake. She cursed herself for taking the pill so soon. It’s not like she needed it; she gets plenty turned on with Claude, believe that. But damn was she interested in these “mind blowing orgasms” she could achieve and excited about how long she could achieve them for. It would also be a fun surprise for Claude; if she was enthusiastic before, just wait till she could finally get his undivided attention tonight.
“I just need about 10-15 more minutes, Hilda. Then we should be good to go, since you’re so hungry.”
Hilda looked at her phone. It was 8:35pm. She didn’t know if she could hold out for another 15 minutes, but damnit she’d try. So she sat on her couch, scrolling through her phone taking a few sips of her wine and water, doing pretty well considering that, according to Claude, there were only about five minutes left to go. Hilda heard a somewhat nervous laugh come from the kitchen. Fuck, Hilda thought.
“Yea, about that 15 minutes.. I lied. Give me about 10 more…maybe 15 more. I’m trying here!”
Hilda let out the biggest sigh she had in a while. “Really Claude?”
“Hey! I did lose my helper. Perhaps it would have been done by now…” Claude spoke to her while facing the stove. It sounded like he was about to start frying something.
Hilda rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone. She didn’t know if she could hold out because just looking at his back and just hearing his voice was doing things to her and-
“Hilda..? Hilda, are you okay?” All he heard were hurried footsteps down the hall and a door slam shut.
“Yea, just need to pee!”
“Sure..”
This night just kept getting weirder. Hilda ran to her bathroom, thinking her plans were foiled, cursing this pill. She grabbed the waistline of her sweats and underwear, pulling them down in a frantic motion. “I can’t believe this little piece of shit really made me start my period, I swear-!?”
Hilda was cut off by her own surprise when she saw that the extreme dampness she felt was indeed not her period. “It soaked through that much???” She knew that this would happen but not to this extent.
Hilda was extra relieved when she realized this, since she had put on her favorite set. The last thing she needed were bloodied, expensive underwear.
About 5 minutes later, she walked back into the living room, wearing a new pair of sweats. Claude heard her return and smiled at her. “Hilda! You’re with us again. You good?” He looked down at her new pants and grew visibly confused. “And… a wardrobe change..?”
“Yea…these were warmer.” They were indeed not warmer.
“But the others were thicker.”
Hilda was not about to be grilled about her sweats. “Well maybe I just felt like wearing these Claude.”
Claude put his hands up in surrender. “Yes ma’am.”
Hilda made her way back to the couch. She could hear the sizzling of grease. Admittedly, it smelled very good. “Are you almost done?”
“Yea…like 10 more minutes. I promise this time!”
“Claude, you really need to rethink your perception of time.”
“I’ve never made this before for more than one person, sorry!”
Hilda rolled her eyes and fell onto the couch once more. She could do this. Just 10 more minutes, then about 20 minutes to eat, fuck washing the dishes tonight, and then fuck Claude. Yes. Great plan.
But then Hilda realized that she’d fucked up again. The wine was definitely kicking in. Great, now she has two reasons to go to the kitchen and jump Claude’s bones. She began to feel hot, almost to an uncomfortable extent. She felt as if her sex had a heart beat of its own. She felt her breathing grow heavier than normal. Fuck she felt like she was in heat, and she definitely was. Her judgment was growing even more questionable by the minute. It wouldn’t hurt to at least be in closer proximity to him, would it? No. That would be fine, he is her boyfriend after all. What’s the worse that could happen?
Hilda sat up and made her way over to the kitchen, just a few steps away from the couch in her small apartment. She tried her best to be sneaky but ended up slipping her hands and arms under his to hug his torso and buried her head in his upper back, squeezing him with a little more effort than usual.
“Yes, can I help you?” Claude was amused and a bit flattered by the gesture, which encouraged Hilda to squeeze harder. She hoped that he didn’t hear the deep inhale that followed; he had to be using a new body wash or something cause damn he smelled good.
“Did you shower right before you arrived?”
Claude was only slightly thrown off by the question. “Uhh, yes? Well, I did walk to the store then come here, so I’m not completely fresh out of the shower— Hilda?”
Fuck, she thought. That second inhale was a little too audible. But she was out of fucks to give at this point and just needed to get closer to him. She then began to run her hands up his shirt, feeling his sides and back before circling around to his front, admiring his perfect torso; she liked how lean he was, though his gym efforts are definitely paying off as of late. “You have a really nice back…you know that?” Her voice was breathy and fuck she was so close to his ear.
This even surprised Claude, though not in a negative way. He did like when Hilda showed him affection after all. But this was a different level than what he was used to in a rather unsexy situation, especially factoring in the deep inhales he clearly heard from Hilda on his back. He let out another nervous laugh, looking down at her over his shoulder. She was tempted to run her hands through his hair too; fuck, even the back of his head was sexy to her right now. “What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing! Can’t a girlfriend show her boyfriend some affection?”
“I suppose so…”
The pan grew louder as he continued frying whatever it was he was frying— while Hilda was flattered by his efforts, with all do respect she couldn’t give two fucks about eating at the moment. She began to bring her hands down his back and to his waist. Claude grew a bit nervous, thinking she was definitely going below the belt, but Hilda knew that wasn’t the best move right about now…not that anything she’s doing right now is very normal. Instead she wrapped her fingers around the bottom of his shirt and tried to pull it up toward his head.
“Wha-Hilda?”
“Please? You smell so good and I want to see you..”
“You see that I’m frying food don’t you?”
“Just wear an apron or something, you don’t need a shirt!”
“I-,” Claude surrendered knowing damn well there was no beating Hilda in shows of strength like this— at least not next to a stove. Once he was stripped of his shirt, he back away and he and Hilda were now standing face to face. He looked down at her, searching for a reason as to why she was acting so weird. Hilda looked up at him with a pleading look in her eyes, his shirt crumpled up in her hands. He almost wanted to laugh at her, but he decided against it because of how determined she seemed. “Well? You happy?”
Hilda went from determined to embarrassed really quick. “Well I… yes. I am happier.” What the fuck was she even saying?
Claude sighed. “Well then can I have my shirt back?”
She shook her head no, fully expecting him to take it from her.
“Then can I get an apron to finish the food? What happened to ‘I’m soooo hungry’?”
Hilda was surprised at the surrender and was about to agree and fetch Claude the pinkest of aprons she owned that said something about massive tits or something, but then she realized that Claude sporting the naked apron look would make her quite feral. “No!…you must be almost done, right? You’ve been frying for a million years now.”
Claude was beyond confused and Hilda practically felt sorry for how confusing she was being right now. “Ok..? Well I’m pretty much done. I had one more piece to fry, but I think there’s plenty by now.
“Oh, good!” Hilda had made it to dinner. But wait, now she had to last through dinner too?! She watched Claude begin to set the table and decided that this just wouldn’t do. “Wait! Um.. I live here, so don’t you think I should get the plates and such?”
“I know where they are. And besides I thought your back was bothering you.” They both looked at each other in silence as if they both knew that was bullshit. “Since your back hurts, and since you often struggle to reach the shelf with the plates, don’t you think it would be bad for you to get everything?”
Did he really have to come for her height right now? “I… well… I’m not in the mood to eat right now.. can’t we wait till later?”
If, ‘Now what the fuck’ we’re a facial expression, Claude definitely made it. “I-what? Hilda, you literally said you were starvin-“
“I can even help you by, uhh… using the oven or something to keep the food warm! Or we could warm it up later? It would be fine! Or maybe we could-“
“Hilda.”
She knew she was out of line. She was tempted to just tell him what was happening, about how she was feeling and about how unbearable it was becoming. Maybe then he’d understand that she is hungry for something other than food. But she still wanted to keep it as her own little secret. Where’s the fun in telling him, she thought? She didn’t even care about how blatantly desperate she was acting. Staring at his naked upper body was doing nothing to quell her urges and frankly she just needed the rest of his clothes off. But how the fuck is she gonna do that now? She had no clever tactics.
She walked up to him and brought him into another embrace. She could tell now that he wasn’t necessarily angry at her—just very, very confused. She looked up at him, chin on his upper-chest, with the most desperate, pleading eyes she could muster. This look was dangerous, once used to get guys to do whatever she pleased in an instant. Claude was immune however to the look and had been from the first time she attempted it on him. He knew however, that when she did look like that, she really, really wanted something.
He sighed again. “Okay Hilda, what’s wrong? I know you want something. What is it?”
His voice was so comforting right about now. She couldn’t tell whether it was because of how his tone reflected that he’d come to some sort of mutual understanding with her, or if it was because of how his voice reverberated throughout his body. Fuck, she needed to change her sweats again.
“Please..” she didn’t want to say it— not because she was necessarily shy about expressing her sexual desires, but more so because she couldn’t put into words how much and how badly she needed him. Instead, she ran her hands down his back once more eventually bringing them to his ass, around his upper thighs, and finally to the front of his jeans where she began to gently grope him, all while keeping eye contact.
“Thought so,” he sighed, both from relief at finally seeing Hilda's intentions and from Hilda's hands fondling and grasping him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” It was honestly a dumb question and Hilda knew it.
“Hilda, you’ve been looking at me funny, grabbing me, sniffing me, and you’ve literally taken my shirt off my body. You’re practically in heat.”
Yes but you didn’t have to say it, she thought as she rolled her eyes and continued to palm him through his pants which grew visibly tighter. Damn she wished he were in sweats right now; this would be a lot easier, but she also would have likely jumped him a long time ago. Hilda stood on her toes a bit as she began to kiss Claude’s neck and get as close as possible to him.
“And you’re absolutely sure this can’t wait til after we eat?”
He got no verbal response. Only a rather tight grasp of his lower ass which startled him a bit, but ultimately solidified his decision. He laughed as Hilda dragged him to the couch.
Finally, Hilda thought. She had him right where she needed him. She wasted no time going immediately for his fly, looking entirely too eager as she unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers.
“Geez Hilda, what has gotten into you? I mean- I’m not complaining, but damn.” He was both amused and tuned on.
Hilda was glad to see that he was reacting to her actions and was more than willing to get him completely hard. She sat on her stomach and brought her face to his semi-erect dick. Claude was immediately surprised.
“Wow Hilda… a blowjob? Now I know something’s up.” He was rather snarky, and Hilda felt determined to turn him to an absolute mess.
“Yes, a blowjob Claude. Why else would I bring my face to your crotch? I’m going to suck your dick.” Her tone was firm and more authoritative than what Claude usually heard from her. He liked it a lot.
Hilda could tell that he liked it by the way his dick appeared to twitch at her words and fuck it made the throbbing she already felt between her legs even more intense. Although she didn’t suck his dick often —her jaw pain and gag reflex were quite troublesome, especially given his length and thickness— but that did not mean she didn’t enjoy it when it wasn’t tiring. Right about now, she was certain that she was going to give the best, most enjoyable head of her life.
Hilda finally grabbed him and began to lick at his head, alternating between there and and the underpart of his shaft, and honestly anywhere else she could get her tongue on. She felt encouraged by the deep breaths and small chants of her name coming from above her. Damn his voice sounded so nice right now. She could feel him growing in her mouth and loved the feeling of his cock expanding to fill her up, despite the trouble it would inevitably bring her jaw in a few minutes time.
It was as if the pill caused an over abundance in both her panties and her mouth, because damn Hilda had never salivated this much during oral. She pulled off his dick which was now quite a bit larger and so nicely veined. She liked his dick before but right now she had to fight the urge to not forget the head completely and just ride him for the rest of the night.
“Holy shit Hilda..” Claude’s eyes were fixed on the line of saliva that still connected to the head of his cock. “You weren’t kidding about being hungry before.” Of course he finds a way to make a snarky comment, despite looking like he’s barely holding onto a shred of his sanity and soul, which Hilda fully intends to snatch from him.
Then Hilda goes in, taking him as deep as she could, bobbing her head and coming up for air in the most sloppy way possible, making sure that Claude saw the way her saliva dripped from her mouth, down his shaft, and eventually into her hands that worked him where her mouth could not.
“Hild- fuck Hilda that’s good..!” He’d never seen her act like this; she’s giving him a whole show. He was practically in disbelief; Hilda never liked the idea of giving sloppy blowjobs given her prim nature. He jolted as his hips jerked upwards and his body grew tense. “Wh-what has gotten into you??” He asked for the third time or so that night.
Hilda knew she was doing great; the way he twitched in her mouth had driven her to bring a hand down between her own legs. Her pants were practically drenched. All she had to do was apply a slight pressure to the outside of her panties and her legs would jolt with how sensitive she was. Although she loved how Claude practically whimpered and moaned her name like a prayer, her jaw pain was becoming quite severe; she’s not very practiced at sucking cock and she can tell. That’s when she had a different idea.
Claude seemed to welcome the break he got when Hilda pulled away from his cock. Instead, he watched her take off her shirt and unclasp her bra; he knew he wouldn’t be lasting long now. Claude loved her chest, almost to an obsessive extent. Hilda could tell too at the way his cock made his appreciation evident as well. She snickered at his visible desperation as she got off the couch and onto her knees in front of Claude’s open legs. When she slid in closer and brought her breasts up and around his dick, the weight of them already applying pressure to his cock and upper thighs, Hilda practically saw Claude’s soul leave his body already. This would go quickly, she thought.
“Ahh, fuck-Hilda,” Claude sounded as if he was begging for mercy as she began, squeezing her tits around his shaft, shifting them up and down the length of his cock, being sure to lick the head when it peaked above her breasts. Claude threw his head back as his hips thrusted up into her cleavage. He appeared to be fighting the urge to look at the ceiling, but when he did look down at what Hilda was doing, he knew he couldn’t handle it. She loved the power she had over him with this little maneuver. Hilda felt good herself as her fingers found their way to her nipples and fuck they were sensitive— she should have ditched the bra a long time ago. She could probably bring herself to completion just with how sensitive her breasts were.
Claude, still distracted by the ceiling, heard Hilda’s whimpers and moans. He looked down to see her rubbing her clearly sensitive nipples, all while still fucking him with her tits and couldn’t handle it. “Hild-aack!” He clutched the couch hard as he came, watching it land on her face and breasts, thankfully missing her eyes. Claude’s world became void of anything for what felt like a whole minute. He finally came back into awareness when he heard Hilda’s moans. He looked down to see Hilda still touching herself, appearing to struggle between her breasts and crotch. That certainly won’t do, Claude thought.
“Hilda, c’mere,” he grunted as he helped her onto his lap. He wasted no time bringing his mouth to her left nipple while letting his right hand slide down between her legs while his left groped her right breast. Hilda whined in a way Claude hadn’t heard before and if he weren’t already spent his cock would definitely be reacting to it. It took Claude only a few moments to realize that his right palm was entirely wet. “Holy shi- Hilda why- how are you so wet?!”
“Claude..!” Hilda liked the question a lot but of course she didn’t answer it. Instead she moaned his name in protest to Claude’s pause and began to grind against his hand.
“Hilda, something’s definitely up,” he continued sliding his fingers into her panties, gasping at how much of her slick was on his fingers.
She continued to moan and jolt as Claude touched her, his fingers finding their way around her clit so nicely. All it took was the slow shove of his fingers into her entrance to make her practically yell and spasm, clenching around the two fingers Claude had within her. She’d never come so fast from such brief touching.
Claude’s disbelief continued to show on his face as he continued to wonder just how she was so riled up tonight. It hadn’t been that long since they’d last had sex. But she was acting as though it’d been years. This was more intense than when she would ovulate, and those days would usually result in pretty great sex. There’s no way the few sips of wine she had could have this affect either. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but fuck he was way too into it to interrogate Hilda right now.
She eventually went limp and fell onto his body. He ran his fingers through her hair, her hair tie long gone. He could feel her sucking on the skin between his neck and shoulders, though she didn’t seem to be able to move much else for a bit. Eventually she came back into her her senses, sitting up to look into Claude’s eyes.
He smiled at her and Hilda’s heart melted just a little. She had to kiss him. And so she did, grabbing his face with her hands and practically clashing his face against hers in a sloppy fashion that made him laugh against her mouth. He tried to make more precise movements but he couldn’t bring order to their kissing with Hilda so ravenously trying to eat his face. Her fingers dug forcefully into his hair in a way he liked. She eventually started to rub her soaked crotch on his cock, making him groan into her mouth.
“Hah- Hilda, I need a- ah, I need a bit more time,” he tried to tell her. She kept grinding against him in a futile effort to get him hard again, though he’d just came a few minutes ago. He still couldn’t get over how wet his own crotch was becoming from Hilda’s. Her grinding began to evolve into more of a humping motion, as she rubbed her clit against his still-flaccid dick, which was admittedly turning him on to see, especially with her large breasts also swaying with her movements. He looked down again to see that her panties were in fact still on, though they were looking like more of a dark fuchsia color at this point rather than the hot pink they once were. She moaned into his neck again as she rutted against him, making him realize that she was determined to cum again, whether he did anything to aid or not; she just needed to be as close as possible to him. Claude however, wanted to help.
“Hey, Hilda,” he tapped the back of her shoulder. “Let me at least pay you back for the BJ…c’mon,” he pushed her off of him and guided her to lay on her back. He needed to get a good look at her cunt with how wet she felt on his leg and fingers anyway. He kneeled down on his elbows to finally get his head between her legs.
Marianne was right about needing to clean up. Claude was completely taken aback when he went to pull off her underwear. The sound they made as her crotch separated from them was enough to make his dick begin to spur back to life. The line of slick on her underwear fighting to stay connected to her body was driving him insane. He’d practically forgotten about dinner, but damn did his appetite come back quick. Hilda’s low moans and silent pleas did not help the situation either. “No fucking way Hilda,” he said under his breath as he stared at her soaked cunt. Why was he just staring, she thought. Hilda was growing impatient too.
“What are you staring for?? Just eat me out alread- ahh!” Finally, she thought as he put his mouth to good use, licking boldly up, between her lips. She immediately began to shiver and whimper as her toes curled in on themselves. Claude spreaded her open and went in letting his tongue swirl around her clit and travel lower, poking at her entrance. She could barely watch him the same way he could barely watch her earlier; the image of his now messy head of hair between her legs would make her cum immediately. She already knew she wouldn’t last long. When she dared to look down at him between her legs, she saw a man famished, her essence all over his mouth and fuck it looked so good and messy on him. She wanted to see more of it. She reached down and grabbed his hair, yanking his face toward her cunt as she grinded up against it, his nose practically buried between her legs as she screamed.
Was it possible to drown in pussy? What an honorable way to go, Claude thought as he continued to please her, eventually moving his fingers to get into her snatch once again while his tongue lapped at her clitoral area. The moment she felt his fingers pushing into her again, she couldn’t help it. She looked down at his messy face as she came, clenching down on his fingers and pushing herself further into him as she screamed. She’d never came so hard from receiving oral. She breathed heavily in a poor attempt to get her bearings. Claude pulled away from her wiping his mouth and Hilda made a mental note to remember the image of her cum on his mouth the next time she masturbated.
“Fuck, that was good,” Hilda said through labored breaths. Claude nodded, getting up from his stomach onto his knees above her. Hilda noticed that he was half-erect again, and couldn’t help blurting out, “can you go again? Please?”
“Uh, yeah, sure of course,” Claude was very willing to go again, though he still wasn’t used to how ready she was. He should just stop questioning it at this point.
“Good then please fuck me,” she spread her legs wider for him. He felt so wonderfully overwhelmed.
“Yeah,” he nodded as he stroked himself above her with one hand, his other reaching down to try and properly prepare her.
“You don’t need to finger me, just put it innn!”
“Fuckn’ hell Hilda,” he stroked himself faster still he was fully hard again, loving how filthy her mouth had become. Although, they had never had sex before Claude had the chance to make sure she was ready to take him with his fingers. “You sure?”
“Hurry up,” Hilda whined, “I’m fine, Claude. You can put it in.”
“Okay then.” He grabbed the head of his dick, guiding it so that the head sat at her entrance before gently pushing in. Hilda pushed up against it, causing the head to pop in much quicker than he intended. Hilda let out an embarrassingly desperate moan, overtaking Claude’s groans. He pushed in about as deep as he usually did, though he seemed to meet less resistance this time around.
“Y-you can go in deeper.” Hilda seemed more calm, happy that she was finally one with her boyfriend. Claude pushed in, surprised at how much easier she could take him this time around. She moaned at the lovely stretch of his cock. She looked down between her legs where they were connected, feeling a sense of pride to see he’d bottomed out so soon; usually it took her a bit more time to take the entire length, but at this point she felt like she could take anything with how wet she was.
Claude was visibly struggling. She felt a sense of pride at that too. “Damn Hild- you’re taking me so fucking well right now. Can I move?” She was in little need of adjustment and nodded enthusiastically.
And so he began to fuck her in shallow strokes. At this point she was certain that she had no regrets about taking the pill because holy shit he felt exquisite gliding along her walls. Her G spot was immediately activated but this time around he was able to stir something much deeper inside her. Claude was above her, watching her face contort in ecstasy. His name sounded fantastic coming from her mouth in labored yet soft moans that made his heart ache in a pleasant way. He’d never been so turned on during sex; he absolutely loved seeing Hilda in such bliss.
“Ha- harder, Claude…!” This request Claude was more than happy to oblige. He began to thrust into her more forcefully, his hips snapping with more ferocity, smacking against her lower ass in an obscene way that turned both of them on immensely. Claude looked down at her and fuck just the sight could bring him to orgasm. With each snap of his hips her large breasts shifted up toward her face which contorted in absolute bliss each time he reentered her. She moaned his name like a chant each time he thrusted his length inside her until he met resistance and fuck Hilda never felt him so deep within her. She was absolutely loving the way his cock hit something in her that laid untapped until now; a feeling teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure that she couldn’t quite explain.
When Claude angled his hips even further upward, Hilda saw stars. “I’m- oh fuck oh fuck, Claude..!!” A deep feeling took over her entire body as she spasmed uncontrollably for the third time that night. Claude slowed his hips, showing her cunt some mercy as she was clearly overly sensitive and needed a break. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as her orgasm lasted for what felt like an eternity, or rather an entire minute. Claude watched with amazement, seriously considering asking Hilda if she’d done anything illegal before his arrival, but he decided against it for now because the look on her face screamed ecstasy, both literally and figuratively.
They sat for a minute as Claude rubbed her upper thigh gently, letting her catch her breath as she shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she finally settled down, he looked at her with a smile that was way too wholesome for the orgasm he’d just given her. “Would you like some water, Hilda?”
Hilda forgot what water was for a brief second, but eventually nodded, still transfixed on the ceiling. Claude chuckled to himself as he got up to fulfill her request, not caring about his still hard cock jutting out of his pants as he walked to the kitchen. Hilda made a mental note to get those off of him when she got the strength back to do so. Claude came back with a glass of water, which Hilda finally sat up to drink. She didn’t realize how parched she was. She was now certain; that pill was the absolute truth.
“So? You feeling better?”
“I’m not sick, Claude.”
“I know, I know. But you sure came hard. I’ve never seen you so..into it… are you sure nothings different? No dietary changes? Nothing?”
“Claaaude,” Hilda whined playfully. “Why am I being interrogated?” She moved closer to him, moving her face to the crook of his neck. “Can I not be turned on by my incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend.?” She looked up into his eyes as she reached for his cock.
“I guess you can…but this,” he reached a hand between her legs to swipe up between her lips, making her shiver from her sensitivity, “is not normal for you.” He brought his fingers up to where she could see them. They were absolutely coated. “Want to explain this?”
“Well I-… I’ve been hydrating well lately..?” Fuck, that wasn’t a confident answer, Hilda thought. Claude grew even more suspicious. This wasn’t important right now. Especially now that Hilda felt the pill doing its work again… oh no. She knew she’d be horny for a while, but fuck she already wanted Claude back inside her immediately.
“Hydration. Really Hilda? Water doesn’t make you so horny that you’d tear off my shirt in the kitchen and sniff my back.”
“Well I did drink…”
“I refuse to believe that that was the root cause of all of this.” Claude motioned to his soaked fingers again.
“Well I…” Hilda had no idea what to say. Deny, deny, deny, she thought. Sometimes Claude’s inquisitive nature was a bit much for her.
“Hilda,” his eyes, although soft, practically demanded her eye contact. “Did you perhaps… take anything?”
Hilda stared at him dumbly for a second. Then it hit her as her eyes widened. “Are you asking me if I took drugs, Claude?!”
“I am just saying-“ Claude’s tone was one of surrender, but she could tell he was still serious.
She didn’t know whether to laugh, be offended, or panic. I mean she did pop a pill but not that type of pill. “No!”
“Now Hilda, you know you can tell me anything and that I’ll be there for you no matter-“
“Claude I’m not on drugs, it’s just a sex pill!”
Claude sat back calmly and smiled. “Thought so.”
He did not just trick her into spilling the beans. She glared at him. “You knew that the whole time, didn’t you.”
Claude snickered. “Well, to your credit it wasn’t until you changed your pants and stole my shirt that I started to suspect something.
“You knew about the pants??”
“You were sitting cross-legged for a bit, Hilda.”
“Oh.” Hilda was embarrassed.
“I just assumed you were having lady problems…but not those kinds of lady problems.”
Hilda was beyond embarrassed now. “If I was having regular 'lady problems' I wouldn’t have invited you over while wearing a matching set.” She motioned at her lingerie sprawled out on the floor.
“It’s lovely, by the way.”
Hilda rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up.”
“Also, I don’t think you’re the type to do hard drugs Hilda. Just putting that out there.”
She noted the use of the word, 'hard.' “Wow, thanks!” Hilda was airy and sarcastic, still annoyed that he wasn’t fucking her brains out right now. She exhaled. “I just wanted to surprise you I guess. I just wanted to try it since everyone says it’s super effective and fun to try with a partner. It’s spoiled now though. Oh well.”
“That’s okay; this was a fun surprise. Also a bit of a relief.”
“I told you, I don’t do drugs!”
Claude raised his hands in surrender again. “I know I know! I just meant I’m glad you didn’t try it out of..necessity or something.”
Oh. Oh no no no, she didn’t factor in the possibility of him feeling weird or discouraged about this. “No! I swear it was just for the hell of it, I don’t need a fucking pill to have great sex with you, Claude! Come on now!”
Claude wasn’t that concerned about the situation at all, but just heating that was nice. In fact he wanted to hear it again. “You sure, Hilda? Am I satisfactory?”
“Umm duh!? You’re literally fantastic at oral and at foreplay in general and your fingers feel so good. And your dick is super nice and bi- wait a minute.” Claude couldn’t hold in his laughter.
Hilda crossed her arms at him. “Never mind. You’re not shit.”
Claude laughed at her, taking her praise and thanking her. “So then am I correct in assuming you want to go again?”
“Duh,” she said as she got on her back and spread her legs. But Claude didn’t move. He looked down at her, still soaked, visibly throbbing sex inquisitively. Now that Claude knew the situation at play she was admittedly anxious, but excited about what was to come.
“I have an idea.”
. . . . . To Be Continued . . . . .