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Caelus was surprised when he one day, completely out of the blue, got a text from an unknown number.
Everyone he'd met thus far either had a verified contact name or had given him their number in person, so this proved to be a first – and he couldn't deny he was curious. Especially when they asked him to come visit the Herta Space Station to meet them. That just screamed 'suspicious', but if there was one thing Caelus was known for – aside from treasure hunting in elegant steel trash cans – it was his curiosity.
So when the Astral Express docked at the space station and the crew dispersed to do their own thing, he politely declined March's invitation to come get something to eat and Dan Heng's offer to take a walk. Instead he slipped away from the group, following the rather complex directions the mysterious number had sent him – directing him down multiple corridors that were still in a state of disrepair and sparsely populated.
Had he been a more cautious man, he'd have thought that this mysterious individual was trying to isolate and kidnap him.
Caelus was not, by any stretch, 'cautious'.
Which admittedly probably contributed to the sudden blindfold that was pulled over his head, his knees kicked out from under him.
Immediately he began to struggle but the second he opened his mouth something shoved itself inside. He poked it with his tongue, curious... and quickly began licking it when he realised it was a sweet, the stick caught between his lips as he continued sucking on it. He heard a snort from somewhere behind him but paid them little mind, feasting upon the strawberry-flavoured treat put in his mouth.
What? He was peckish. And the person was kind enough to give him a sweet while kidnapping him, so that surely meant they were a good person at heart. Probably.
The unknown person behind him moved him somehow, the sensation odd as if he was being levitated – or maybe carried atop a drone of some kind? – until eventually he heard the hydraulic hiss of a door. Even with a blindfold over his eyes he could see the room darken, the low thrum of machinery audible as his kidnapper ferried him through it. Maybe this was the ventilation system? The maintenance corridors of the space station? The possibilities were really endless, and the only worry he had was that his kidnapper might be related to all those Warp Trotters he'd been forced to put down in the wilds.
It wasn't his fault, really. They had Stellar Jades, he wanted to bribe Seele to join him on his magic space train, it was a unenviable but necessary act. He hoped they were happy in Warp Trotter Afterlife, trotting through the warp together.
Caelus was stirred from his deep thoughts as the room became brighter, another door hissing open then thudding shut... before the blindfold was peeled off. It took him a good few moments to adjust, his eyes sore from the stark change, but when they did he found himself in a rather nice bedroom accommodation. Grey modern wallpaper, a fluffy black carpet, some bits of furniture scattered along the walls and a nice double bed situation by the far wall opposite of him.
And there, sat on the edge of the bed, was her. Kafka. The name came to him suddenly like as if remembering an old dream, flashes of waking up in front of the pretty lady coming to him. Her sensual voice, her mirthful but wistful gaze, her gentle touch, all of it rushed back at once and filled in the blanks of his memory that had been bothering him for weeks now. She met his gaze with pink eyes full of affection and amusement in equal measure, her lips curved up into a welcoming smile.
''Thank you, Silver Wolf.'' Kafka drawled out, glancing behind Caelus. ''You can leave now.''
''Very well. I'll be back in an hour to pick you up. Oh, and don't make too much of a ruckus, I can only hide you from Herta's eyes so much.'' The now-named Silver Wolf responded.
Kafka hummed and when Caelus turned he watched the cute girl disappear into what looked like a wall of code, the newfound tear in reality sealing up after just a second. He stared at the empty space for a long moment – until a low, amused giggle lured his gaze back over to Kafka herself as the sensual woman rose to her feet.
''Tell me... do you remember me, Trailblazer?'' Kafka said slowly, tilting her head.
''...vaguely.'' Caelus admittedly, looking down at the black steel plate he sat on, carried by six wheels. ''Huh, she did carry me on a drone...''
Kafka giggled. It was a pretty sound. ''Indeed, Silver Wolf is very... versatile. But enough about her; our time here is limited.''
That made him perk up. ''So you're the one who messaged me.''
''Indeed. Sorry for not telling you more, but I couldn't risk someone intercepting the message and stopping us from reuniting.'' Kafka hummed as she offered him a hand-
-and the moment he stood she pulled him into her embrace, his face finding itself in her collarbone and her hand in his hair. ''Oh how I've missed you.''
Caelus said nothing, cheeks warming as he noticed how good she smelled – a light, fragrant perfume clinging to her that was almost calming to him, as if reminding him of better days. The thought was what prompted him to wrap his arms around Kafka and hug her back, tucking his head into the crook of her neck.
Kafka pulled back from the embrace first, caressing his cheek with a soft titter. ''I never got to appreciate it at the time, but you're quite handsome like this, you know? Your eyes too... they're stronger than before. More... confident.''
''I guess.'' He shrugged, leaning into her palm. Even though gloved, it felt nice and warm.
Kafka just smiled at that. ''Do you hate me for leaving you alone on the space station?''
''Not really. Just confused.''
''And the why will be explained in time.''
''Why not now?'' He frowned.
''Because it is not time yet.'' She put emphasis on the last word, smile amused. ''Don't you worry, you'll figure it out. For now though... well, I just want to indulge a little bit, you know?''
Her hand shifted to his collarbone. ''You are the only one who can help me out here. Or to be more blunt... the only one I want to help me~''
Her lilted coo sent a shudder through Caelus, his blood rushing south. ''...how so?''
''Oh I think you know.'' He felt her hand brush against his crotch. ''So, how about it? We've got an hour together before Silver Wolf comes to nag at me some more – won't you help out little old me?''
A pretty lady was asking him to do lewd things with her. Why wouldn't he 'help her out'?
As if reading his mind Kafka let out another slow titter, her head tilting and emphasising her sensual smile – one that turned into a little smirk as she closed the distance, her lips brushing against his own... and then she was kissing him. Her lips sealed themselves against his own slowly at first but the moment he leaned into it Kafka deepened it further, a soft hum escaping the seductive woman as she threaded her arms around his nape, pulling him into the kiss more.
A small eternity later and they drew apart, exhaling a breath. Her adoring pink eyes peered into his for a long moment before she looked away, smiling to herself – and then faster than expected she darted back in, stealing another kiss. Her lips left his before he could reciprocate and went for his neck instead, sucking on it and forcing a startled moan out of Caelus himself, shudders coursing through him as she palmed his crotch with her left hand once more.
''You're getting so big already?'' Kafka huffed a little laugh, her breath washing over his neck. ''Such a naughty boy~''
Then she sucked on his neck harder, giving him a hickey. Caelus groaned submissively and didn't resist when Kafka pushed him around and down; easing him onto the edge of the bed behind him. She knelt with him, her lips leaving his neck with a breathy exhale before her nimble fingers slipped down to his belt, undoing it in record time and pulling his pants down with them. The plain grey boxers he wore underneath didn't last more than a moment either, tugging down to his thighs to reveal his hardening cock.
''Oh my~'' Kafka said with a note of surprise, though her smile didn't abate. ''You're much bigger than I expected. What are they feeding you on that train, I wonder.''
He never got to answer that as Kafka curled her gloved fingers around his shaft, squeezing him. Purple in colour and silky-smooth her gloves felt heavenly as they started stroking his shaft, pushing a grunt out of Caelus that melted into a softer moan, his eyes half-lidded as he watched the beautiful woman give him a handjob. One that steadily built in momentum, her tender strokes becoming even smoother and more sensual as she got a better hold on his dick; her thumb pushing up against the underside of his cock while her other fingers curled around the back of it, pumping him up to the tip before going back down to the base.
''Nn... ahh...''
''Hmhm. Does it feel good?'' Kafka teasingly inquired, leaning down and kissing the tip of his dick. ''Your little friend here certainly seems to think so.''
''Y-Yeah...'' Caelus managed to grunt out, his half-lidded eyes locked onto her as she worked – and a moan escaped him as she licked the tip.
Kafka giggled at that. ''I do so love the noises you make. They're so cute, and just so delectable~''
Then without another word her plump pink lips encircled the tip, and she took him into her mouth. The wet warmth that engulfed him felt divine; a smothering heat that progressively ensnared more and more of his dick as she dragged her lips down it, stopping just past the halfway point only to purse her lips and suck straight back up to the head. Her lips left then, grazing his length as she went back down again, her sensual sucks frying his mind.
Then she got her tongue involved; the appendage slick with spit as it slapped against the tip of his dick, slithering around the head too and smearing her saliva into it. It felt ticklish in a way but divine in another, his toes curling and thighs tensing as the seductive woman lavished the tip of his pulsating girth with her tongue – only to then press it flush against the underside of his cock and take him deeper into her mouth, her lips sliding back up his now-wet shaft to the tip.
''Ahn... nn...'' Caelus gripped at the sheets, mind overwhelmed. ''M-Mommy...''
''Mm?'' Kafka popped her lips off briefly, stroking his cock in the meantime. ''What was that~?''
''...mommy?''
Some heat came to her cheeks then. ''Oh my, calling me that... well, I suppose if that's what you want to call me, I don't mind, hmhm~''
Then his dick was in her mouth once more. Seemingly with more fervour than mere moments prior Kafka slurped his cock from tip to near the base, the head poking the back of the throat and sending white-hot jolts down the tip of his dick, the breath knocked up out of his lungs. That, if anything, just seemed to motivate Kafka more, her wet blowjob fast yet still so very seductive, every motion carefully calculated and her lips pursing with just the right amount of pressure to make it feel divine.
Pressure built in his cock too; a deep, aching need that climbed his cock further and further as her soft lips slurped along his cock, smearing spit into his length and guiding the tip of his dick down her throat – grunting as it prodded that far back. He could almost feel her throat muscles clenching around the crown of his cock, her tongue constantly flicking and curling around his shaft as she blew him, fuelling the fire that churned within and bringing him to his bursting point-
''M-Mom- mn!''
And then with a strangled gasp, Caelus came – busting his load down Kafka's throat. The seductive woman hummed in surprise and held onto his thighs, deep-throating his dick and repeatedly gulping down his cum, practically sucking it all out of him. Her tongue helped coax it out as it stroked the underside of his shaft and her palms kneaded his thighs, relaxing him as she sucked him dry.
A small eternity later Kafka slurped her lips back up his cock and popped them off of the tip, panting but still smiling slightly, her half-lidded gaze only emphasising how sensual she looked in that instant. ''My, that was quite a lot. I almost had trouble swallowing it all there; I'm impressed~''
Caelus was too busy panting to really respond, his dick glistening in a sheen of spit and throbbing... and, not going limp.
''Oh?'' Kafka poked it with a finger, though her lips curled up into a smirk. ''Not going soft from that? I'm not sure whether you just have good stamina... or, if my skills aren't just what they used to be.''
Kafka stood then, not losing her gentle smirk as she undid her tight-fitting shorts – and soon they slid down her curvy hips, instantly catching Caelus's attention once more. With bewitched eyes he watched as she set a knee on the bed and climbed onto his lap, her big breasts mere inches from his face; something that coaxed a giggle out of Kafka before she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing some cleavage, then the lacy purple bra she wore underneath that pushed up her ample bust.
A bra that soon came unclipped, loosened, and ultimately pulled off and tossed to the side – leaving her breasts bare to him. Caelus stared with open lust and it was only when Kafka put a hand on his head that he took the hint; diving right in and motor-boating Kafka. The woman in question tittered mirthfully, stroking the back of his head and moaning the moment he took her right nipple betwixt his lips, his sucks quick and earnest.
Her right hand descended down his front then, fingers curling around his erect shaft and stroking it tenderly, bringing him back to full hardness. That achieved her fingers went to her sleek pantyhose, tugging on the crotch seam until she made a small hole and widening it with her fingers, revealing the lacy purple panties underneath. Panties that were soon tucked to one side, exposing her nether lips and allowing her to guide his cock-head against them, pushing and rubbing his tip against her pussy.
''Mm... do you wanna put it inside me, huh?'' Kafka whispered into Caelus's ear, giggling when she felt him tense. ''You do don't you? Don't worry, that's normal... besides, I can't deny I want this too.''
Her lips grazed his left ear. ''Do you want mommy to do it with you? Hm?''
''Please...'' Caelus groaned against her breast, reluctantly pulling back to look her in the eyes. ''...mommy.''
Kafka shivered at her newfound nickname, her smile widening as she guided the bulbous tip of his cock to her opening, felt him slip between her needy folds – and a low, husky moan escaped her as she impaled herself onto his swollen cock. Caelus gasped with her, tipping his head back only for Kafka to catch his cheeks and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue invading his mouth suddenly and dominating him with ease.
The seductive woman broke off the kiss first, panting heavily and resting her forehead against Caelus's own – intimately feeling his girth throb within her, pulsing against her inner walls. They remained there though for just a moment before Kafka started to move, releasing a shaky grunt as she rose up and sighing in content as she impaled herself back down onto him, her loins quivering from taking such a big cock – filling her as if he was made to be her lover.
''Mm... n-nn...'' Caelus grabbed onto her hips. ''Feels so good...''
''Fufu, I'm glad~'' Kafka crooned, kissing him lightly on the lips.
Something that tempted Caelus to lean up and kiss her back – luring Kafka into a slew of follow-up kisses, each light and brief but plentiful in supply, moans shared between them as the buxom woman eased herself onto his cock. She sunk deeper and deeper until she was practically all the way down his dick, her loins wet with her want as she squeezed him tight; soon encouraging Caelus to put one hand behind himself and buck his hips up too, thrusting himself into her searing honeypot.
Kafka rewarded him with a throaty moan, voice low and husky – only to jump in pitch when he pushed his face into her chest once more, peppering her flesh liberally with kisses and sucking on her left nipple, the stimulation taking Kafka's breath away. Almost unconsciously the busty woman picked up the pace, her walls raked by his cock as she bounced up-and-down onto his dick, her thighs pressing in on his hips as she tried to get their bodies as close together as possible.
A sentiment Caelus himself shared, hands shifting to her ass as he helped pull her down onto his cock, groaning as he fell onto his back in the process. Kafka caught herself on her hands, gripping his shoulders as she worked her hips earnestly – husky moans tumbling from her lips as she smacked herself down onto him, his cock kissing her innermost parts again and again, sapping the air from her lungs and leaving her head so very light.
''M-Mm- ohh yeah, I've missed this~'' Kafka bit her bottom lip, moaning past it. ''Mn~! You almost there little guy? Feel ready to bust~?''
Caelus dug his fingers into her ass in response, gasping out a senseless reply – tempting Kafka to grab him and yank him back up, her bouncing breasts pushing against him and her lips grazing his ear, fuelling the needy rush shooting up his cock-
When she spoke.
''Boom~''
Caelus came. Instantly and explosively he busted a fat load inside of Kafka, his hot seed erupting within her clenching vice and coaxing a delighted moan out of the motherly woman – her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her womb with his seed, gush after gush of it pouring into her depths and making her grind herself down onto him, squeezing and milking him for as much of it as she could steal.
''Mm... you let out so much. Good boy~'' Kafka purred out, kissing Caelus's forehead.
Squeezing his shoulders Kafka slowly lifted herself up, her loins clinging to his dick right up until the head slipped free – a thin drip of cum leaking out of her thoroughly-fucked hole. Ignoring the arousing sensation Kafka climbed off of Caelus, spending a second to kiss him on the cheek and lure his gaze over to her...
...right before she knelt on all fours, smirking back at him. ''Now won't you give mommy another load~?''
The sight instantly got Caelus's dick rock-hard once more and made him nod rapidly. Tittering in amusement Kafka swayed her shapely behind, her sleek pantyhose emphasising her curvy rear and prompting him to get behind her post-haste, his cock-head running down her syrupy folds before grazing her entrance-
-and as one they moaned as he pushed back inside of her. Grabbing her hips Caelus eagerly buried the rest of his cock back inside of Kafka, intimately feeling her slick, searing-hot walls coil around his dick, the snug squeeze practically sucking him inside.
Grunting Caelus pulled out until just the tip was in before greedily burying himself back within her, scraping her walls with his swollen shaft. Kafka moaned happily at that and pushed herself back onto him, the engulfing heat momentarily purging his mind of all rational thought. From behind though he couldn't see her tits very well, the bothersome thought prompting him to tug and pull on her blouse.
''Hmhm~'' Kafka giggled and worked both her blouse and jacket off quickly, letting him be the one to pull it off – leaving her topless. ''There. Better~?''
''Definitely.'' Caelus instantly responded, reaching around and grabbing her hanging breasts.
Kafka moaned at that, her voice taking on a deeper pitch when he squished her boobs between his lustful fingers – his hips hurriedly bucking forth once more. Short, hurried thrusts jammed his dick into her tight tunnel, the smothering embrace of her loins bordering on addictive. It felt like they fit together so perfectly like a key in a lock that some primal part of him compelled him to keep moving; burying himself up to the hilt inside of the voluptuous woman.
Reluctantly releasing her breasts Caelus shifted his hands to her shoulders, then her sides; unable to decide where to hold, where to keep his hands. From her large soft boobs to her slim shoulders or sides, there was just so much to touch, so much to experience that he wasn't content just touching any one part of her. If it was up to him, frankly, he'd spend the next twenty-four hours doing nothing but exploring her body to its fullest.
Alas they only had less than an hour to keep doing this – the thought only propelling Caelus's hips, primal lust making him plough Kafka like he was trying to make her a mommy. Every impact clapped her ass and louder, throatier moans tumbled from her lips, her back arching and tempting his right hand around to her breast, groping her roughly as he kept hilting in her slippery sex.
''M-Mn~!'' Kafka whined through pursed lips. ''Oh yes, that's- hn, g-good boy, good b-boy~!''
Like a dog being praised Caelus just got more excited, his other hand coming around to grab her other breast, spooning her as he buried his pulsating member within her – thrust after thrust raking her walls and coaxing euphoric sounds out of Kafka, her loins gripping him tightly in return. The endless cycle of pleasure hastened the inevitable, the fingers playing with her breasts only further worsening the heat in Kafka's loins, her moans taking on a trembling, needy pitch.
''Hah, yes, y-yes...!'' Kafka bowed her head, her breathing short and muscles drawing taut-
-and then Caelus busted inside of her with a moan, his molten seed pouring into her depths. Kafka clutched at the sheets and cried out, mind as white as her insides – and then her arms gave out, sending her face-first into the sheets as she orgasmed on his dick. Caelus got a second wind mid-way through, suddenly pounding her for another few seconds before managing to empty another few spurts into her womb, his sticky heat dousing her insides.
Until with a shaky moan Caelus pulled back, dick-tip springing from her folds and allowing a thick dribble of white to seep out of her fucked hole.
''Mm... my, you don't disappoint do you...'' Kafka breathily remarked, turning over onto her side.
Staring at her with bewitched eyes Caelus soaked in the sight of her – her pantyhose ripped at the crotch, her legs lolled open, her back arched and emphasising her large breasts...
...and an imaginary dog tail wagged behind him.
''Fufu. Still eager for more~? Then come on and make mommy feel good~''
Within a heartbeat he complied, and Kafka's hot moans filled the bedroom as he went to town on her.
X-x-X
''Mn... nn, dammit...''
Scowling to herself Silver Wolf sat alone in an empty office, the door locked and the lights off, leaving it dim aside from the bright glow of her screen. A screen currently showing what was going on within Kafka's temporary quarters. Or to be more blunt; showing Kafka getting railed by Caelus.
Gritting her teeth Silver Wolf hissed through them, tipping her head back only briefly. Her top was open and her shorts laid around her ankles with her panties, leaving nothing to hide her glistening-wet folds as her fingers jammed inside of herself – pumping in-and-out hurriedly, chasing after her nearing high-
''Mn~!''
A spasm, a sharp inhale, a convulsing jerk.
Then a tense sigh as Silver Wolf relaxed into the chair, an annoyed grimace on her face as she pulled her fingers out; rubbing her fingertips along her syrupy folds. ''...great...''
''Now I want a piece of him...''
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