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“Squall, this way,” Rinoa called over the rush of the wind as they rode the train car attached to the president’s. Her heart hammered in her chest.

This was it.

The door swished open, and Rinoa swung inside. A thud sounded behind her as Squall followed. He rammed the door shut, and the roar of the rushing wind vanished. The only sound that now filled the chamber was their heavy breathing. She tried to steady herself, yet she couldn’t contain her excitement and anxiety.

Rinoa glanced around the room. Squall stood tall and strong, but he didn’t meet her gaze. The others should have been here, too; however, none of them had made an appearance. Part of her wanted to wait for them as another screamed at her that they had no time, they had to strike now while they had the opportunity.

Inhaling, Rinoa drew up and mustered her courage. “Squall, tell me when you’re ready to go. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll begin ‘serious negotiations’ with the president.” As hard as she tried to sound strong, in command, her voice wavered.

A curious expression flashed across Squall’s face, but he didn’t say a word. What was he thinking of her? Did he think she was a fool, that he regretted following her? Rinoa shook her head. It didn’t matter what he thought; she had to do this. Timber would never be out from under Galbadia’s boot if she failed.

Squall turned to Rinoa and nodded, breaking her out of her brooding.

This was it.

Rinoa swallowed, locked her gaze on the door leading to her goal, and lurched forward. Her legs quaked with each step, but she didn’t allow that to slow her down or stop her. She sucked in a deep breath, focusing on her breathing. If she was to do this, she needed to be strong. This was her chance to not only save Timber but prove herself as well.

Heartbeat pounding in her ear, Rinoa cracked the door open. It swung with a creak, and she pushed inside before she could second-guess herself. Squall’s footsteps followed behind her. If anything went wrong, at least he was here. Something bubbled up in her, but she smothered it, trying to ignore it. The task at hand required her full attention.

The interior of the president’s train car was elaborate beyond Rinoa’s expectations. Gilded etchings marked the ceiling in elegant patterns. Lights adorned the border of the piece and the walls. Black drapes kept the outside sunlight out and prevented anyone from prying. A bar lingered in the far corner, and a set of high-backed couches faced one another on the same side.

A man sat with his back turned to Rinoa. He didn’t appear to be anything special—slicked-back brown hair and blue suit revealed to her over the back of the furniture. However, the man she came to negotiate with being so close gave her pause. She swallowed and pushed forward before her nerves got the better of her.

“President Deling,” Rinoa said, managing to keep steady and stern. She strode up next to the seating and the man himself. “As long as you…don’t resist, you won’t get hurt.”

Silence hung in the air, and Deling didn’t so much as turn to face Rinoa. “And if I do resist? What would you do,” he paused, his deep voice reverberating in her ears, “young, sexy lady?”

Rinoa frowned, taken aback by Deling’s choice of words. She shook her head. No. He was just trying to get in her head and rattle her. She was here to do a very serious job, and she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted. He could do or say anything he wanted to, but she would pull through.

Stepping forward, Rinoa stared at Deling, who didn’t turn to look at her. Much to her annoyance and indignation. “We’re prepared to do whatever is necessary.”

“Oh,” Deling said with a chuckle. He turned his head toward Rinoa with a ponderous carefreeness. His dark eyes locked with hers. “I don’t believe a gorgeous young woman like you is capable of such a thing. Especially not with the amateurs you lumped yourself in with.”

Rinoa stumbled backward, dumbstruck. “Ama…teurs…” Self-doubt bubbled up from deep within her, but she harnessed the anger that flared alongside it. She clenched her fists at her sides and leaned in. “I’ll show you.”

Instead of flinching away from Rinoa, Deling scooted down the bench and patted the now-open spot next to him. “Come. Sit with me, and we can discuss terms.” He flashed her a smile and peeked back over his shoulder at Squall. “You can take the other side, Mr. Silent.”

Squall shook his head and moved forward, yet he didn’t sit, opting to stand. Rinoa glanced at the seat Deling offered and then at Squall. His expression remained emotionless, but she spotted a hint of concern in his pretty blue eyes. Even if he thought to stop her, she wouldn’t allow it. She had to do anything and everything she could to free Timber.

As her mind raced, Rinoa compelled her body to move. She stepped close to Deling, paused, and sat beside him. He grinned at her while she attempted to keep the most space between them as possible. She had him right where she wanted him, and she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity, but she needed to remain vigilant.

“My terms are clear,” Rinoa said, turning toward Deling and locking eyes with him. “Release Timber from under Galbadia’s boot. If you don’t comply…we’ll be forced to make you.”

Amusement came over Deling’s face. “You keep saying that, young lady,” he slid closer to Rinoa, “but you really don’t understand the gravity of the situation you’re in, do you?”

“I think you’re the one who doesn’t realize. We have you alone with no one to come in and save you.” Despite her assertions, something in the back of Rinoa’s mind unnerved her.

“Think about it for a moment,” Deling said, voice calm and slow. “If you harm or even kill me, what do you think will happen?”

Clenching a fist at her side, Rinoa faced Deling and stared him down. “We’ll stop you from continuing to rule.”

“That’s true,” Deling shrugged with his hands, “but you’ll find that the country won’t dissolve just because I am dead.” An amused smile curled his lips. “And my replacement will make sure to burn Timber to the ground for your actions.”

Rinoa blinked. “I…” Her mind began to race, her mouth running dry. Deling was right. If they got rid of him, the punishment would be far greater than the fleeting success.

“Don’t worry; I’m not completely unreasonable.” Deling shifted closer still and placed his hand on Rinoa’s left thigh. She jumped at his touch. “I am willing to grant Timber some autonomy if a young, sexy lady such as yourself is willing to do something for me.”

A weight settled down on Rinoa’s leg, and Deling’s warmth seeped into her. Uneasiness bloomed in her stomach. “And what would that be?” she asked, limbs trembling and heart pounding in her chest.

“These long,” Deling slid up Rinoa’s thigh toward her hip before slipping back down, “hard train rides are quite strenuous and take me away from all sorts of soft, warm comforts.” The tips of his rough fingers drifted off her shorts, brushing against her bare skin. “I miss indulging in certain…activities while I’m out and about on these trips. It makes me ache and yearn for…” His pinky slipped underneath her clothing, and she shuddered.

Heat blossomed within Rinoa’s core, and she squirmed. Deling didn’t push any further, but he continued to stroke the part of her he claimed. “That must be hard on you.”

“Oh, quite. As you can see for yourself.” Deling pulled himself closer to Rinoa, forcing her arm to slip into his lap. She flinched away from him, but he prevented her from moving. Something hard stabbed at her forearm. “Is it any wonder that I crave some relief, a way to get out from under this crushing weight? Much like your Timber friends, don’t you think?”

“I guess that makes sense.” A curious expression came onto Rinoa’s face. “Everyone needs a release.”

“Yes,” Deling said, excitement swelling in his voice. He squeezed Rinoa’s thigh. “That’s right, young lady.” He glided back up and allowed his fingers to slip down between her legs. She gasped. “I’m glad that you’re so open and…eager for my—”

“I know what you want.” Rinoa cut Deling off, heartbeat pounding in her ears. “You want sex for Timber’s freedom.” She swallowed hard, unable to believe she said that. Anticipation played in his intent eyes, and something bubbled up within her. “I’ll do it.”

Squall lurched forward, his feet scraping along the floor. “What are you thinking?”

“Leave it to me,” Rinoa glanced back over her shoulder, catching Squall’s gaze, “Squall.”

Deling laughed. “You heard the lady.” He wedged his hand between Rinoa’s thighs. She jumped, yelping, but she didn’t fight him off or protest. “I’m glad you see things my way.”

Rinoa tried to ignore the emotions and sensations swirling inside her, held Deling’s hungry stare, and raised a finger. “I will do it on one condition: that you promise to honor the deal once we’re done here.”

“Of course, of course,” Deling said while rubbing Rinoa and pulling her against him. “You are quite the shrewd negotiator…”

“Rinoa…Rinoa Heartilly” She turned her full attention on Deling and ran her hand up and down his leg, mirroring his actions to her.

Deling grinned. “Rinoa.” A sort of distance filled his eyes, but the hunger within never diminished. “Such a pretty name.” He pulled away from her but not before patting her leg. “How about you come sit in my lap, young lady?”

Without hesitation, Rinoa obeyed. She popped up out of her seat, stepped between Deling's legs, and plopped down on his lap. He grunted, but his right arm found its way around her waist. Something hard poked her, causing her to glance down. A sizeable tent pitched in the crotch of his pants, and her breath caught in her throat.

Deling wasted no time and brought his hand back to Rinoa's thigh. She flinched at his eager touch but didn’t tell him to stop. Her body remained tense as he picked back up where he left off, stroking her leg. Doubt flitted through her mind, but she told herself she needed to do this. If she had to allow him to do whatever he wished with her to ensure Timber's freedom, she would do it.

“Your skin is so soft,” Deling whispered into Rinoa’s ear as he teased her bare flesh. His hot breath invaded her, sending a shiver down her spine.

While the sensation was new, Rinoa didn’t hate it. Heat flushed her cheeks. “T-thank you, Mr. President.”

A low, throaty chuckle escaped Deling. “Hearing that from such a supple, submissive girl excites me…as you can feel, no doubt.” Despite remaining in his trousers, his cock throbbed against Rinoa’s inner thigh.

The warmth and potent need coming from Deling filled Rinoa with prideful purpose. Each compliment, action she coaxed out of him put her one step closer to achieving her goal. She swallowed her nervousness and allowed him to continue doing whatever he wished. Besides, she didn’t mind his roaming, tender touch, the throb of his erect manhood.

Deling’s right hand snaked around Rinoa’s torso and cupped her breast. He squeezed. She jumped, but a soft moan eked out of her. Her spine arched as she puffed out her chest to fill his grasp. A pleasing sound of approval rumbled from him. How she knew what to do, she didn’t know, but she let her instincts take over.

Rinoa hugged Delight tighter, drawing herself closer. He embraced her with eager glee, his fingers slipping under the hem of her shorts. Goosebumps rose on her arms and legs, and she squirmed. The higher up he glided, the nearer he came to…She tensed. Of course, that’s what he wanted, and she couldn’t deny the curiosity swelling within her.

As Deling’s digits sank into Rinoa's soft flesh, he leaned in. Hot breath blew over her ear, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. He inhaled deep, and she glanced over at him. A smile spread across his face and he took another sniff. Confusion blossomed, yet he groped her harder, with desperate need. Heat flared between her thighs.

“You smell quite…erotic, young lady,” Deling said, his voice inundating Rinoa. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with this sexy body of yours.”

Rinoa’s cheeks flushed, and she shied away from Deling’s hungry stare. “Thank you, but I’ve never…”

Deling let out a surprised noise and bucked, rocking Rinoa in his lap. His erection rubbed her right thigh. “Don’t worry; I’ll guide you.” He fondled and teased her leg, pushing further beneath her clothing. “I’m sure a smart woman such as yourself will take to it with ease.”

A soft moan seeped out of Rinoa, and she bit her bottom lip. Under Deling’s assault, her head began to spin. The idea of him taking her first time caused her stomach to whirl but wetness soaked the crotch of her panties. She didn’t know why, but she enjoyed the way this old man touched her and spoke to her. His praise and desire for her ignited something deep within her.

“I,” Rinoa paused, swallowing hard, “would like that.” Her heart hammered out of control, and she found it harder and harder to breathe.

Amused, excited laughter bubbled up out of Deling. He squeezed Rinoa’s tit one last time and pushed toward the center of her bosom. “Then, let’s start getting you ready by taking off this flirty jacket.” His fingers teased the ties holding the article together.

Rinoa puffed her chest out, eager for Deling’s touch. She didn’t know why she wanted it so much, yet she couldn’t come up with a reason why she shouldn’t. He untied the two straps with ease, and the material swept to the side, hanging loose. Part of her suspected he might leave it at that, but he couldn’t help himself.

While continuing to tease Rinoa’s thigh beneath her shorts, Deling traced his fingertips along her right arm up to her shoulder. He caressed her, savoring her bare skin and breathing heavy. She met his gaze, and he smirked. With a roll of his digits, he teased the strap down. He caught her shirt underneath, and, for a moment, she thought he would drag it with, but he slipped past it, only shifting it the slightest bit.

Disappointment flooded Rinoa, and she frowned. The thought of a man like Deling ripping her clothes off and exposing her body sent a thrill through her. She shifted around, and his hand drifted closer and closer to her crotch. Her chest tightened, and her womanhood ached. She wanted this as much as he did.

As one side of Rinoa’s outfit fell aside, Deling traced along the back of her neck. She shuddered at the delicate touch. Hairs raised, and she held her breath in anticipation. He mirrored his actions on her other shoulder, working the article down and teasing her with the prospect of more, what was to come.

Rinoa glanced down at herself. While the removal of her coat did little to reveal more skin, the lack of it filled her with a sense of excitement. She had never been stripped by a man before, and she had to admit that she enjoyed it. Of course, Deling stroking her inner thigh had something to do with it as well. The fact he was so close to her most intimate place caused her to groan in delight.

“The noises you make are so intoxicating,” Deling said, pulling Rinoa closer. She yelped at the suddenness and found herself face-to-face with the president. “I wonder how you taste.”

Deling lurched forward. Rinoa flinched, closing her eyes, certain he was going to kiss her. However, his lips never sought hers. Instead, something wet pressed against her cheek, and he licked up her face, leaving a slimy trail of saliva behind. She shuddered but didn’t protest. He lapped at her again and ran from her jaw to her ear.

A pleased murmur rumbled from Deling. “So sweet and delicious.” He draped his arm over Rinoa’s right shoulder, his hand hanging over her chest.

“Thank you, Mr. Presi—”

Rinoa yelped as Deling glided along her flesh and slipped beneath her shirt. He engulfed her breast in an instant and squeezed. Roughness and warmth inundated her, and she moaned. His groping earlier had felt quite great, but skin-to-skin contact blew her mind. She trembled and arched her back, filling out his grasp. He groped harder, with fervor. Her stiff nipple stabbed the palm of his hand.

Hot, ragged breath rushed over Rinoa’s ear. She expected him to say something, but he only hovered close. His lips brushed her earlobe before he pinched it with his teeth. She tensed, unexpected, but didn’t struggle. He gave it a little tug and drifted lower. Smooch after smooch graced her neck, and he tilted her head away to give him easier access.

A feather-light tickling teased Rinoa, and she couldn’t help but giggle. “S-stop. It tickles.” Deling paid her no mind.

Between kisses, Deling nipped at Rinoa. She yelped and jumped at each little love bite, causing her tit to jiggle in his grasp. He rolled her needy nub along his dimpling digits while he ran his tongue all over her exposed flesh. Delightful sensations coursed through her, and the dampness in her underwear deepened.

“Such a sexy, supple body.” Deling continued to fondle, kiss, and lick Rinoa. Much to her shock, he drew his left hand out from under her shorts.

“W-wait,” Rinoa blurted out, panicked. She tried to grab Deling’s wrist, to stop him, but she was too slow.

Deling licked up Rinoa’s neck to her ear and kissed it. “Oh, you’re so eager. Don’t you worry; I’m not done yet.” He slid up, unbuttoning the top button of her little skirt, and rested his palm against the flat of her clothed, toned belly. His fingertips teased the waistband. “I can reach your pussy better this way.”

Rinoa’s heart leapt into her throat, and she froze. Hearing Deling say that triggered alarm bells, yet her cunt spasmed and leaked all the more. He was going to be the first one, besides her, to touch her there, and she gave herself freely. Of course, she had no intention of stopping him. Not with the ache between her legs screaming at her to let him in.

“Yes, please,” Rinoa breathed. While she had already given Deling her consent, she couldn’t help but express her breathy desire.

A broad smile split Deling’s face, and he squeezed her breast harder. “I like it when girls are enthusiastic about being sluts for me. I’m going to enjoy this, and I promise you will, too.” Without hesitation, he slipped his hand down her pants and panties.

Rinoa cried out as Deling breached her most intimate place. Boots scraped the carpet behind her, but she paid them no mind. Rough, skilled fingers grazed her swollen little button and delved deeper. They pushed into her soaked folds and spread them with ease. A million different thoughts rushed through her head, but she only focused on one: sex.

“Stop being so rough with her.” Rinoa had forgotten Squall was there with her.

“Oh, Squall,” Rinoa huffed while Deling teased her womanhood with careless, forceful digits. “Don’t interrupt.” A moan eked out of her, and she squirmed. “It’s fine. I’m feeling all right.”

Squall glanced away from Rinoa, prompting her to smile. “Forget it.”

“So wet,” Deling said, the smack of the two words ringing in Rinoa’s ear. She spasmed, bucking and forcing him to explore more, all, of her. “Are you sure this is all for Timber’s sake?”

Shame shot through Rinoa, and her cheeks burned. “Of course. But I,” she shied away from Deling’s intense gaze, “won’t deny that some of it is also a bit enjoyable.”

“I think it might be more than that, young lady.” Deling rubbed up and down Rinoa’s drenched slit, causing squelching noises to rise. His hand stuffed down her pants bulged out the material with each invasive up-down.

Rinoa’s mouth worked, but little more than a shuddering moan escaped her. She began to rock in opposition to Deling’s movements. The increased stimulation made her quaver and groan, as his frisky fingers sank deeper into her womanhood’s embrace. All he had to do was curl, and he would slip inside. Oh, she wanted him to far more than she should.

Something told Rinoa to ask Deling to do as she imagined. However, whenever she attempted to speak, the words never came. Instead, she writhed in his lap, breaths quick and shallow. He didn’t stop his firm, teasing ministrations. This morning, she never would have expected her negotiations to come to this.

“I can’t stop staring at your gorgeous, sexy, gasping lips, young lady,” Deling said as he leaned in closer. His face hovered a mere inch away from hers.

Rinoa didn’t know what to say. “T-thank yo—”

“You look just as delicious as your mother.” Deling’s praise invaded Rinoa’s ears, infecting her, before she realized what he said.

Panic flitted through Rinoa, but her hips continued to gyrate. “What?”

“I know who your parents are.” Deling applied pressure to Rinoa’s little button as her heart skipped a beat. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize your name?” He nipped her neck, and she yelped in shock. “I’m sorry for your loss, and I promise your father will not be harmed.” A mischievous smile spread across his face. “As long as you continue to cooperate.”

Deling closed what little of a gap remained and pressed his lips to Rinoa’s. She let out a surprised, murmur of a yelp and flinched. However, her reaction didn’t prove strong enough to pull her away. He wasted no time and slipped his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, he curled two of his prodding fingers into her awaiting, soaked pussy.

Crying out, Rinoa moaned. The invasions from either end plunged into her slow but steady. Before she realized it, she returned Deling's enthusiasm with gusto. He groaned, muffled, and pressed harder. She tried to reciprocate, but his actions stole all her strength. Her head spun, her heart hammered, and her womanhood ached.

More sounds came from behind Rinoa, but, the second she acknowledged them, she forgot about them. All she could do was sit there and accept anything and everything Deling wished to do to her. Not that she minded at all. His thick, manly fingers sank into her supple tit-flesh. A duo of digits prided her virgin, tight walls open. All the while, he ravaged her with his tongue.

Rinoa grabbed at Deling with her left hand, her fist opening and closing as she mewled and squirmed. Her other arm rose to meet him, but a thought flitted through her mind. She instead dipped south. The back of her hand brushed the impressive tent he pitched. A moan eked out of him, rumbling through her, and pride swelled in her bosom.

Deling struck home, buried knuckle-deep in Rinoa. She cocked her hips, trying to force him deeper yet only managed the slightest bit. Pleasure filled her. She wanted, craved more. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to beg. He acted, pulling out. The tips of his digits grazed the ribbed roof of her pussy, drawing out a yelping shriek of delight.

A chuckle rumbled through Deling and into Rinoa, and his clothed cock throbbed. She pressed harder against it, attempting to stroke him. He bucked, grinding on her presented hand. A quick squeeze, and he let go of her breast. She whined, quiet, but he didn’t make her suffer without his touch for long. He slipped off the mound of her boob, glided over her chest, and cupped the other.

When Deling moved, his arm caught the strap of Rinoa’s top. Unlike before, it didn’t slip free. It slipped off her shoulder and slid down. Cool air rushed in to replace her trapped body heat as her right tit popped out. A shiver ran down her spine, and goosebumps rose along her arms and legs. She had never been exposed to another person, let alone the president of a nation, her enemy.

Squelching seeped from Rinoa’s crotch as Deling fingered her. She moaned and moaned, unable to do anything else. He toyed with her nipple for a moment, rolling, pinching, tweaking. Part of her wished for his mouth to grace her breast, but he appeared fixated on hers. She didn’t mind, of course. The way he kissed her, shoving his tongue almost down her throat, stirred something primal inside her.

Deling pumped in and out of Rinoa, making sure to grind against her vulnerable, needy g-spot. Her thighs pinched inward. She worried he might think she was trying to stop him, but the noises coming from her made it clear that wasn’t the case. And, to her relief, he only increased his pace. Her lungs burned, but she reveled in his passionate ministrations.

Both of their nostrils flared, yet neither pulled away from the other. Rinoa played with Deling’s tongue with her own, moaning as he worked in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her entire being shuddered. Warmth bloomed from her core while seeping into her from her partner. She had never experienced anything like this, and it was only the beginning.

Desperate, muffled noises came from Deling, and he withdrew. A sloppy smack sounded as their lips parted. Saliva stretched from the tip of his tongue to Rinoa’s, which she stuck out, hoping for more. She sucked in a sharp breath as he did the same. The sounds of their ragged, needy breaths filled her ears along with the rapid beat of her heart.

“You tasted just as good as I imagined,” Deling smiled, breathing heavy, “and just as pleasantly tight.”

The corner of Rinoa’s mouth quirked up. “Thank you,” she inhaled while rubbing Deling’s erection, “Daddy.”

Deling’s eyes lit up, and he squeezed Rinoa’s breast whilst thrusting his fingers deep into her. She spasmed at his suddenness, mewling in delight. “That’s a good girl.” He glanced down at where she teased him. “I feel so stifled down there, can you let it out and use that sweet mouth of yours to relieve me?”

“Of course,” Rinoa said without hesitation. Her cheeks burned, and butterflies whirled in her stomach. “I’ve…never done it before, though. I hope you’ll guide me through it.”

“Yes, I would be honored to teach you, young lady. I can always use more girls who are skilled with their mouths.”

“Rinoa.” Squall’s voice reached her, and she jumped in Deling’s lap. “Don’t do it.”

Rinoa peeked back over her shoulder, her cheek oh so close to Deling’s face. “I got this under control, Squall. Don’t interrupt, okay?”

Confusion and indignity came over Squall’s face, but it vanished in an instant. He pivoted away from Rinoa and folded his arms across his chest. “Whatever.”

A smile quirked the corners of Rinoa’s mouth. Squall was too easy, but she had to admit that he was cute. However…she turned her attention back to Deling, who still groped and fingered her. She groaned and grinned. If he wanted her to blow him, he needed to stop what he was doing. She didn’t want to tell him to, yet anticipation of what was to come next spurred her on.

“Mr. Deling,” Rinoa said, meeting his intense, hungry gaze. “If you want me to,” she squeezed his firm, bulging cock, “deal with this, you need to let me go…for now.”

“Of course, of course. Pardon me.” Deling thrust his fingers deeper than he ever did before into Rinoa, causing her to gasp and jump. She stared up at him, pouting, but she couldn’t hide the smile tugging on her lips.

Ponderous, Deling pulled out of Rinoa’s naughty cunt. Agony filled her as he slipped out an inch at a time. Her hips rolled forward; her body desperate to keep him inside her for even another moment. The tips of his digits popped out of her, and she groaned. Wetness graced her swollen clit, belly button, and stomach as he slid out of her pants.

Rinoa’s juices glistened on Deling’s fingers. “Look at all this.” He held them up, showing off what he coaxed out of her. “You naughty girl.” Reaching up to his mouth, he lapped away the entire mess one finger at a time. “Delicious.”

Something built deep within Rinoa, and her chest tightened. She bit her lower lip, eyes flicking between him savoring her arousal and his bulge. “I’d like to try tasting you now.”

Laughter bubbled up out of Deling, and he tweaked Rinoa’s nipple. She moaned. “And I’d like to see both of these out.” One final squeeze, and he glided off the soft mound of her tit. He hooked the last strap holding up her top and dragged it down.

The instant her breasts became exposed, Rinoa puffed out her chest. Delight shot across Deling’s face, and his dick twitched. “It’s so cold without your touch.” She didn’t realize she said the words, but they came from her all the same.

“Come closer and offer those pretty little tits to me like a good girl,” Deling demanded, his voice stern, confident, and oh-so-sexy.

A shiver ran down Rinoa’s spine, and she let out a thrilled whimper. Her desire to please Deling, to prove herself worthy compelled her to action. She shifted around, planting her feet on the ground. With a groan, she stood. Cool air replaced his comforting, arousing heat; she hated it. However, she didn’t remain away for long. She stepped forward and, one leg at a time, straddled him and sat in his lap, facing him.

Part of Rinoa wanted to place her arms on Deling’s shoulders, but she thought of something better for now. An amused, lustful smile spread across his face as she brought her hands up to her chest. Goosebumps rose along her exposed flesh, and she cupped her boobs. Lifting, she put herself on full display, fingers dimpling her soft, supple tit-flesh.

“My soft, young, perky tits are all yours Mr. President.” Rinoa bounced one then the other, alternating and jiggling them to entice him. “Please, do whatever you want with them and enjoy yourself.”

A pleased murmur rumbled in Deling’s throat, and he cradled Rinoa’s cheek in his palm. His rough thumb brushed her bottom lip before pulling it down. She let out an expectant whimper. “That’s it, young lady. I appreciate your obedience or perhaps,” he flashed her a smug grin, “you’re just a slutty little thing.”

Heat flushed Rinoa’s cheeks, but she didn’t shy away from Deling’s touch or gaze. “I’m just holding up my end of the deal.” By now, she couldn't deny her enjoyment, yet something compelled her to play coy.

An amused smile cracked Deling's face. “That’s why you’re bouncing your tits, trying to shove them in my face?” Absent-minded, Rinoa kissed his thumb rather than respond. “Ah, good. I suppose it would be rude to decline such an earnest offer.”

Deling lurched forward, causing Rinoa to yelp and flinch. His mouth wrapped around her right tit and sucked. Mewling escaped her, and she puffed her chest out for him while continuing to hold herself. The tip of his tongue flicked out and lashed at her needy nipple. A thrill of pleasure ran down her spine. She couldn’t believe how weak she was to everything he did to her.

A loud pop sounded as Deling smacked his lips on Rinoa’s soft tit-flesh. She expected him to devour her breast in its entirety, but he focused on her hypersensitive nub. He sucked and teased, assaulting her with wild need and vigor. Any sense of decorum or respect vanished. If this was how he reacted and treated her now, how hard would he….

Rinoa clamped her mouth shut, trying to suppress a moan. While there was no way to misinterpret her reactions to Deling’s ministrations, she hadn’t surrendered quite yet. She didn’t want to prove his claim of her being a slut, but she also couldn’t deny the sensations coursing through her. If she tried to stifle them, she might make it through this encounter without losing her mind.

Big, rough hands came up and eclipsed Rinoa’s. She slipped hers away, not wanting to be in the way of whatever Deling had planned. Instead, she drew her arms up and rested them on his shoulders. While he went to town on her breast, she laced her fingers together behind his head. Another shrill moan threatened to eke out of her, but she stifled it.

A pleased murmur rumbled out of Deling, sending vibrations through Rinoa’s sensitive tit-flesh. She bucked, and something hard stabbed between her legs. Her heart leapt into her throat as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. The delicate ministration of his digits had done a number on her…what would that thing do?

Deling squeezed Rinoa’s breasts, ripping her out of her brooding. A sloppy pop sounded, and he pulled back. Cool air rushed in to replace his warmth. She shivered and drew closer to him. His tantalizing bulge pressed to her, he sucked her other nipple between his lips, and she mewled.

Again, Deling lashed, kissed, and suckled on Rinoa’s intimate bits. Her back arched, stuffing more of her bosom into his hungry mouth. He groped her harder and pushed on her other needy nub with his thumb. It sank into her softness. She squirmed, unable to help herself. If he kept this up, she might even cum before going any further.

The entirety of Deling’s tongue ran over Rinoa’s beasts, and he sucked. Hard. “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, her head lulling until her forehead rested against him.

Curious, lustful eyes flicked up to Rinoa’s, and Deling withdrew. He continued to suck on her nipple, dragging and stretching it with him. She whimpered, but that didn’t stop him. The instant he might have gone too far, it slipped away. It snapped back into place, and a strand of saliva bridged the gap between his lips and her nub. She lurched forward.

Without hesitation, Rinoa craned her neck and kissed Deling. He let out an approving growl and encompassed her tits with both hands before squeezing hard. She relinquished her inhibitions and moaned while grinding deeper into his lap. Her hips gyrated, rubbing their clothed crotches against one another’s.

Despite the clothes in the way, Deling’s rigid erection teased Rinoa’s soaked pussy. She stuffed her tongue into his mouth and pulled herself closer. He greeted her, and she rubbed and rubbed. Groans seeped into one another as he twitched beneath her lustful ministrations. Her everything trembled.

The seat squeaked the more Rinoa rocked in Deling’s embrace. He groped and fondled her harder, making sure to not leave her naughty nipples neglected. As much as she wanted him to continue sucking them, she preferred their current positions for teasing and revving up their engines. Perhaps later they could….

Rinoa’s lungs burned. She tried to ignore the sensation, pouring more of her neediness into each of her frantic motions. Deling, for his part, embraced her and drove onward. He forced his boner against her and caused her to moan, muffled. Smacks sounded as their lips pressed and kissed and mushed. His tongue delved deep, far deeper than she expected.

Harsh, short breaths huffed out of their nostrils; Deling had to be struggling, too. Much like Rinoa, he didn’t appear to want to be the one to break it off. A thrill ran down her spine at how he wanted her, and she redoubled her efforts. She pulled herself up until their chests almost touched and worked her hips faster.

Deling grunted, and he shoved Rinoa away. Their lips parted with a wet smack. She let out a dissatisfied, confused noise and tried to close the gap once more. He retreated, squeezing her tits. Her eyes fluttered open, coming up to his, disappointed yet eager. A smirk spread across his face as he tweaked her nipples and eased her back.

“Your mouth is sweet, young lady, but I want to see what else it can do.” Deling caught a bunch of Rinoa’s hair on the back of his hand and drew it up to his nose. He sniffed, inhaling deep and shuddering. “Get on your knees.”

“Of course, Mr. President,” Rinoa said with a smile as she slid off Deling’s lap and down between his legs.

Deling slouched on the couch, spreading wide and thrusting his hips at Rinoa. Her eyes widened, and she flinched backward. His tent stared her in the face. She lifted her hands before a single thought entered her brain. Her fingers brushed his belt buckled and unfastened it in a jiffy. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, throwing the flaps aside to get at her target.

The thin material stretched under the strain of Deling's raging erection. Rinoa gawked at it, oh-so-close, her lip quivering. Heat bloomed between her legs, and arousal inundated her already-soaked panties. Hesitation gripped her, but she shook it away. She could do this, she needed to do this, she wanted to do this.

Scooting closer, Rinoa rubbed Deling’s thighs. He groaned and throbbed, coaxing her on. She took a deep breath and slipped her hands into his underwear. His body tensed, cock twitching against her touch. She gazed up at him, eyes wide and seeking approval. He nodded, and she wrapped her fingers around his fat shaft.

“Oh,” Rinoa breathed as she struggled to encircle the whole thing. “It’s so big…I can’t wrap my fingers around it.” Heat bloomed between her legs, and she bit her bottom lip. “I wonder what it tastes like.”

“That’s it,” Deling said, brushing Rinoa’s left cheek and pushing loose strands of hair back over her shoulder. “Don’t fear it. Whip it out and give it a kiss.”

Rinoa’s heartbeat quickened. She took Deling’s dick in her grasp and stroked it before fishing it out. Surprise stole her breath. Despite using both hands, his cockhead peeked up beyond them. Precum dribbled from the tip and over her knuckles. She stared at it, captivated.

Weight rested on the back of Rinoa’s head. Her eyes flicked up. Deling patted her and applied mild pressure. She didn’t struggle or protest, allowing him to guide her forward toward his manhood. The closer she came, the more of his musky scent cloyed at her nostrils. Dizziness swept through her, but the desire to do as she was told won out.

Rinoa pressed her lips to the underside of Deling’s cockhead. Bitterness, warmth, and sliminess greeted her. She shuddered, moaning, and continued to plant several more smooches on his firm yet smooth flesh. Her hands drifted down his length to give her more room to worship him with her mouth. He groaned his approval while weaving his fingers into her hair.

“Give it a lick,” Deling ordered in a soft rumble of a voice.

Without hesitation, Rinoa obeyed. She poked her tongue out and lavished his slimy shaft. More of his thick, bitter flavor clung to her and filled her. Her nose wrinkled, but she didn’t stop or hesitate. She blinked, surprised. For the strange taste, she couldn’t pull away from his cock. Even if he didn’t have her under his thumb.

“Like this?” Rinoa asked, her words slurred and muffled by her eager efforts.

Deling nodded and moaned in delight. “Yes, just like that. Slobber all over it like a good girl and appreciate every inch.” He grinned as Rinoa shuddered and embraced the growing desires within her.

Still unsure of herself, Rinoa followed Deling’s instructions. She planted kisses here and there while slathering his entirety in a healthy coating of her salvia. The more she got into her work, the less she used her hands. One of them stayed wrapped around his tantalizing girth as the other dipped back into his boxers. She figured if he enjoyed her ministrations, that would extend to the rest of his package.

Rinoa cupped Deling’s balls, and they flinched, retreating from her. She cast her gaze back up at him, worried. He nodded to her, and she resumed what she was doing. Trying to keep a light touch, she embraced his testicles and popped them out from the musty confines of his underwear. They appeared swollen and in desperate need of emptying.

“Be gentle but don’t be afraid to worship my balls, too.” Deling gripped Rinoa by the hair and applied more pressure to the back of her head. She sank down his length until her chin rested against her cradled prize. “They carry your reward.”

Unable to help herself, Rinoa glanced down. The heaviness and heat filling her palm ignited something primal within her. If she did as instructed, the seed they contained would end up in her stomach…or someplace far more intimate. Anxieties wormed their way up in her gut, yet something told her to please Deling and receive all he had to give her.

Rinoa took the initiative and opened her mouth. Deling met her upturned, expectant gaze as she popped one of his testicles inside. He groaned and his rough nails raked her scalp. She froze, but he gestured with his chin for her to continue. Her tongue danced along the engorged nut, and saltiness inundated her.

A pleasant murmur escaped her, vibrating through Deling’s manhood. She added a little suction to her ministrations while jerking his cock, slow and steady. He twitched and throbbed beneath her. She continued to make muffled noises to accentuate her endeavors. His pleased expression told her all she needed to know about what he thought of her.

“Your mouth is heavenly, young lady. I can’t wait any longer.” Giving Rinoa a gentle tug, Deling made his intentions clear. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and swallow all you can.”

Pulling back, Rinoa allowed Deling’s ball to pop out of her mouth. A deep breath, and she steadied herself. Her chest ached. Spittle dribbled down her chin, but she didn’t bother to wipe it away. In the next couple of minutes, she would make even more of a mess, no use cleaning up.

Rinoa pressed her tongue into the crook between Deling’s balls and his shaft. She moved upward, making sure to lick every single inch of his manhood. His grip relaxed as she went. Bits of her saliva mixed with his ample, thick precum and delighted her to no end. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, yet it felt good…right.

The closer Rinoa came to the tip, the more Deling groaned and twitched. Her heartbeat skyrocketed as she lapped the mess from the ‘V’ under his cockhead. She made an exaggerated show of flicking her tongue off the head. The corner of her mouth quirked up in a cheeky smirk. “For Timber.” She lurched forward and wrapped her lips around his fat cock.

More bittersweetness greeted Rinoa, and her jaw stretched to take Deling inside. The slight bit of effort excited her and spurred her on to want to do her best. Her eyes closed as she suckled on him, savoring his warmth, taste, and girth. Any semblance of thought she had left fled her mind. Her entire purpose became pleasing him and making him burst.

Rinoa pushed, and the tip of Deling’s dick struck the back of her throat. She gagged, slowing down as her eyes flicked up to his. He nodded and gave her a little push. More of him slipped into her, and she relaxed, eager. To her surprise, she took the inches that slid into her. Saliva dribbled out of her stretched lips and ran down his girthy member.

If Rinoa went much further, she would choke. Shame tightened her chest, but she pulled back. Deling allowed her to, keeping his hand on the back of her head. His presence, pressure made her want to swallow more of him. Not to mention the arousal soaking the crotch of not only her panties but her shorts. Pleasing him took over all her thoughts.

The instant the flared ridges of Deling’s cockhead teased Rinoa’s lips, she shifted forward. Inch after inch of fat dick plunged into her, vanishing with shocking ease. Her heart hammered and threatened to leap up into her throat to join his manhood there. Dizziness swept through her as she pushed past the previous ring of saliva she left.

Pride swelled, and Rinoa sank further down Deling’s length. He bucked, forcing himself deeper. She yelped and gagged, not ready for so much of him. However, she didn’t reel backward. Instead, she steeled herself, relaxed, and took more of him. Little more than two inches remained before she downed him in his entirety.

Rumbling came from Deling as Rinoa pressed her taut lips to the root of his manhood. Her eyes fluttered, and tears leaked down her cheeks. Additional saliva dribbled down her chin. His girth stretched her throat. The stuffed, strained sensation sent a thrill down her spine, and her womanhood ached. Oh, she longed for more.

Lungs burning, Rinoa shook her head from the side-to-side, savoring Deling’s manliness and withdrawing. She crept up his length and sucked as it became easier. Her cheeks hollowed, and she ran her tongue along the underside. She didn’t want to let him go a moment without stimulation. Her desire to prove herself wouldn’t allow it.

Rinoa peeked up at Deling. Pleasure washed over his face in waves, and he dug his nails into the back of her head. She wanted to hear him tell her if she was doing well or not, but she couldn’t vocalize her need. Going against every instinct telling her to remain put, she drew back.

Deling’s manhood slipped out of Rinoa’s mouth with a wet pop. He grunted and shifted, surprised. Her hand came up to occupy him while he wasn’t buried in her. Twitching ran through him, and she squeezed his slick, sloppy shaft. She inhaled, catching her breath, and planted several kisses all over his member.

“Am I doing this right?” Rinoa asked, her heartbeat skyrocketing in anticipation. Still, she didn’t stop kissing, licking, or stroking.

A smile spread across Deling’s face. “You are, young lady. Keep going; don’t be afraid. Just take me in your throat and continue bobbing away.” He gripped Rinoa by her hair and guided her back toward the tip.

Not wanting to go against Deling in any fashion, Rinoa obeyed. She wrapped her lips around his bulbous cockhead and downed several inches of his cock in one swift, fluid motion. He groaned as she swallowed him. Thickness struck the back of her throat, and, rather than gag as she expected, she took him in stride.

Excitement bloomed, and Rinoa pushed herself all the way to the base. Deling’s grip tightened on her, but she didn’t mind. His forceful reactions proved she did well. That thrilled her more than anything. Well…maybe not anything. The idea of the fat, wonderful dick she blew splitting her pussy sent a ripple of shuddering delight through her.

Rinoa bobbed along Deling’s length, swallowing varying amounts of him. She slithered her tongue around the head whenever she pulled back. Her left hand came up to cradle his slimy balls while the other ringed his base to keep him still as she worked. Yet, each time she devoured all of him, she moved out of the way.

Deling moaned before laughter bubbled up out of him. Rinoa flicked her eyes up to his, throwing off her rhythmic ministrations for but a moment. “Your mother was also great at using her mouth.”

Confusion jolted through Rinoa, and she gagged on Deling as she went. She didn’t expect him to bring up her family again, least her mother, during their little tryst. And not like this. He had to be lying, trying to work her up while she had his cock in her mouth. Much to her shame, his words did exactly what he wanted, causing her to rub her thighs together.

“She would often…service your dad and I. All for some cash.” Deling grinned down at Rinoa. “She was so good that your dad became addicted to her.” He shook his head, but she didn’t stop working. “Can’t blame him. She knew what she was doing.”

Heat bloomed in Rinoa’s cheeks to match the flare between her legs. Did her mother really do this, the same as her…but for money? At least she did it for a cause. Or so she kept telling herself. The eagerness with which she took to the task at hand and the wetness down south proved otherwise. All she could do was embrace it and carry on.

Rinoa slurped along Deling’s length until he popped out of her mouth with a sloppy smack. She shied away from his intense, curious gaze, blushing. “I hope I can do just as well.”

Deling’s hand slipped from the back of Rinoa’s head and slid around to cup her cheek. He forced her to look at him. “Like mother like daughter.” His thumb stroked her, and her heart hammered in her chest. “Show me how much you want to be just like her.”

Nodding, Rinoa leaned back in. Deling glided back to his rightful place and snatched a handful of her hair. The mild tug at her scalp made goosebumps rise on her arms. Bittersweetness greeted her as she took his cock back inside. Without hesitation, she downed him in his entirety in preparation to finish what she started.

A pleased noise rumbled out of Deling. Rinoa closed her eyes, her cheeks still heated, and bobbed along his dick. Soft, little gagging escaped her whenever she throated him, but they didn’t stop her. The sounds only appeared to excite him even more. Her pussy leaked with arousal, drenching her clothing. Part of her wanted to rip the rest off, but she had to earn her reward first.

Growling came from Deling, and his cock swelled. Added force, girth pried Rinoa’s jaw open further, straining her. She murmured, surprised but thrilled, the vibrations of her stifled voice rumbling along his length. He twitched and throbbed as he filled her more. She ran her tongue under his firm smoothness, but bumps and pronounced veins that weren’t there before teased her.

The altered sensations confused Rinoa, yet she didn’t dare stop. It didn’t matter to her what Deling felt or tasted like. Of course, she had to admit that the alterations made her more curious than worried. She licked around the flared ridges of his bulbous cockhead. There, too, he sported new, interspersed lumps.

Rinoa opened her eyes, baffled by the sudden change, and her heart leapt into her throat. She flinched backward, Deling’s cock slipping out of her mouth with a loud pop. A surprised noise eked out of her, but she didn’t retreat. Instead, she knelt there, between his legs, his left ballooning to a massive size.

Torn tatters of what remained of Deling’s suit clung to now-gray skin. Dark blue lines—what appeared to be thick veins, ran beneath the surface. His torso had ripped open, exposing him while the flesh from his head stretched down to his left arm, which grew four-fold with talon-like nails, leaving behind a toothy, sunken-eyed skull atop his monstrous frame.

Staring in shock, Rinoa’s breath caught in her chest. Despite Deling’s extreme, sudden transformation, his cock stood tall a proud for her. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

“DoN’T worRY, young…LADY,” Deling muttered in a garbled, guttural version of his normal speech. “I aM…still tHe presIDent; I aM just sICk.” His thin, gnarled right hand brushed Rinoa’s hair and stroked her. “PLEase…continue.”

“That’s it,” Squall said, the metallic whisper of his gunblade being drawn echoing in the train car. “Enough.” He charged Deling before Rinoa could say a word.

Deling growled, deep and rumbling, and a wave of yellow-colored energy poured out of him. Squall tried to dodge the attack but failed. The stuff struck him head-on, coating him in an instant. He grumbled and staggered, his sword arm dropping to the side. A curse tumbled from his lips as he stood there. Confusion and annoyance warred on his face, but he didn’t move a muscle.

Rinoa caught Squall’s gaze, and she shrugged. “I guess you can’t interfere anymore.” She should have been concerned that Deling attacked one of her newest allies, yet finishing what she started remained her primary concern. “Maybe it’s for the best since you’ve been complaining so much.”

Turning her attention away from Squall as he said something, Rinoa focused back on Deling. Or, more specifically, his cock. Much like the rest of him, the rigid flesh turned gray, and deep blue veins ran along its length. Not only did it now sport all kinds of bumps and lumps, but it also swelled further in size. Part of her didn’t know if she could fit it back into her mouth.

Rinoa shook her head. What was she thinking? Doing favors for an old man was one thing, but now he transformed into this…monster. His stretched and torn skin sent shivers of disgust down her spine. And yet…something about him drew her to him. Wetness leaked down her thighs, and her heart fluttered. How would his big, disgusting cock feel inside her?

Determination swelled within Rinoa, and she inched closer. “Don’t worry, Mr. Deling; I’ll make you feel better.” She leaned in and started planting several adoring kisses all over his grotesque shaft.

Groans of delight escaped Deling the more Rinoa worked, sought to get back into her rhythm. Each time she approached the head, butterflies whirled in her stomach and her chest tightened. He had proved quite large but manageable before…now, she wasn’t so sure. Still, she didn’t intend to disappoint him and fail her part of the bargain.

Sweetness teased Rinoa’s tongue and she lavished the tip. Her eyes flicked up to Deling, who moaned and pushed her closer. She tried to wrap her lips around his swollen girth, but she failed. Panic bloomed within her, but she didn’t let it overwhelm her. Instead, she focused and stretched.

Bit by bit, Deling’s dick slipped back into Rinoa’s eager, waiting mouth. She grunted as the ache in her jaw increased. However, that didn’t stop her. She scooted in to attack the monster at a different, better angle, hoping to alleviate some of the strain. It worked…in part. She took more of him inside, slithering her tongue around all she reached.

“GoOD,” Deling managed.

Deling’s praise sent a shiver down Rinoa’s spine and spurred her on. She forced herself down his length. A gag eked out of her, but she didn’t let it slow her down. More and more of him vanished. However, she hit a point where she didn’t think she could go any further. She backed up to his cockhead before rushing back down.

Rinoa bobbed along the portion of Deling that she was comfortable swallowing. Each time she devoured him, another inch disappeared past her stretched lips. He wobbled as she worked, and her hands came up to grab him. The tips of her fingers didn’t meet around his meaty girth. Excitement and arousal flitted through her, and she rubbed her thighs together.

Twitches ran through Deling’s cock, causing Rinoa to choke on his thickness. She pulled back, not letting the tip out of her mouth, breathed through her nose, recovered, and threw herself at him again. The outbursts only proved her success. Combined with her budding lust, that sentiment carried her on.

Half of Deling vanished as Rinoa blew him. She continued to push, not wanting to leave things half-done. He growled and gurgled more and more the faster, harder she worked. Throbbing overtook him, but she was ready for it this time. Saliva leaked out of her alongside gagging, but she did her very best to usher him toward climax.

Fingers wove into Rinoa’s hair and gripped her tight. She thought Deling might shove her down further, but, like before, he only saw fit to guide her, to express his enjoyment. A delighted murmur reverberated, vibrating along his ample length. His hips gyrated beneath her as she went. Perhaps he would lose soon.

Force snagged Rinoa by the back of her head and dragged her down Deling’s cock. She gagged and murmured but could do nothing to stop him, grabbing him and holding on. He grunted and bucked, his dick jumping deep in her throat. Joy and excitement blossomed as the first blast of seed erupted straight into her stomach.

Deling moaned and pulsated, firing off rope after rope of cum. Rinoa gulped down all she could, but he continued. Each time he humped her, pulsated, more spunk emptied into her. Warmth backed up into her esophagus, clinging, as bittersweetness graced her taste buds. She shuddered and moaned while failing to keep up with his mind-blowing volume.

Rinoa gagged between the torrent of jizz and Deling’s throbbing man-meat, and the excess dribbled out of her stretched lips. The pitter-patter of spilled semen struck her exposed chest. She puffed out her breasts to catch more of his precious filth. Why, she didn’t know, but it felt…right.

Still, more came, much to Rinoa’s shock. She heard some men could cum enough to impregnate several women at once, but this was ridiculous. Of course, she didn’t mind. Amid the heat, the sensation of fullness in her belly, and his cock stuffing her, she quavered in delight. Part of her wondered what it would be like if he blew in her pussy instead.

Deling grunted and ripped out of Rinoa. Inch after inch of fat, glistening dick reappeared with a filthy squelch and pop. She sucked in a quick, sharp breath, only to be interrupted. Thick streaks of spunk splattered on her face. She flinched with each strike, but they only added to her growing sense of pride, arousal. It seemed he wasn’t quite done yet.

Rinoa lapped up whatever of Deling’s goopy mess she could and swallowed. An approving hum rumbled out of her. “Wow,” she said in disbelief, little spurts still leaking from his cockhead. “That was…a lot. This was my first time seeing cum.” She inhaled, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts. “It tastes and smells rather nice.”

A self-satisfied smile quirked up the corners of Rinoa’s mouth as she gazed up at Deling. Despite his mutated features, she spotted the pleasure and enjoyment on what remained of his face. Her hands slipped from around his still-twitchy cock and found her tits. She cupped them and held them up—the thought to try and suck them clean flitted through her mind.

Without warning, Deling lurched forward and pushed Rinoa backward. His massive left arm slid underneath her and scooped her up off the ground. She yelped and latched onto him, afraid of falling. He shot upright and drew her in close. Warmth embraced her but so, too, did his mutated flesh. She grimaced but didn’t protest.

“Mr. President, what are you doing?” Rinoa asked as if she didn’t know what he intended to do.

Deling threw himself at Rinoa. She gasped in surprise and flinched, but he met her anyway. Rough, ragged lips pressed to hers, and a long, slithering tongue stuffed into her mouth. Her nostrils flared. He pushed into her and drove deep. The tip hit the back of her throat, but, because of her previous experience with his cock, she didn’t gag.

Something hot, hard, and damp stabbed Rinoa’s crotch. As much as she wanted to glance down, Deling held her in place. His dick rubbed against her as he cradled her in his mutated arm. A shiver ran down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Giving her body to an older man was one thing. This…she steeled herself and attempted to kiss him back.

A rumbling growl escaped Deling and into Rinoa. She quavered in his embrace, swirling her tongue around his. He gripped her tighter, drawing her in, and rocked his hips. The entirety of his bulbous cock grinded against her with each back and forward motion. Tremors wracked her, and she tried to mirror his actions to no avail.

Deling pressed hard, causing Rinoa’s upper half to bend backward. Her pelvis, however, remained locked firm to his. The slithering mass in her mouth and throat delved deeper and deeper. If not for taking his dick moments before, she might have feared him exploring so much. Now, the sensation of him plunging into her thrilled her and caused her to leak all the more.

Rinoa attempted to wrap her arms around Deling, yet he sandwiched them with their bodies. Of course, that suited her just fine. But she wanted to fulfill her end of the bargain as best she could. He didn’t appear to mind, reveling in his control over her. She wondered how long it would take for him to wish to claim the rest of her.

Force yanked at Rinoa, and she reeled backward. The many inches of Deling’s frisky tongue slipped out of her. Strands of saliva stretched between it and her pouty lips. Both of them sucked in sharp, deep breaths. He hauled her away, set her back on her feet, and spun her around. She let out a surprised yelp, her knees almost buckling if not for his firm grip.

Deling’s domineering mass bumped into Rinoa from behind, shoving her into the wall. Her hands came up to push off it, but he continued to surge forward. Sliminess coated her back and waist. She shivered as fingers teased the waistband of her shorts. Excitement jolted through her. Was this it? Did he intend to go through with what was promised?

“…Br…EEe…Ddd,” Deling shouted as he stabbed Rinoa’s backside with his manhood and yanked down her clothing.

Rinoa yelped the instant Deling undressed her. She expected the thin material to tear but, despite his strength and roughness, they pooled around her ankles. A chill rushed in until he pressed to her bottom. Rock-hard, his cock rested amid her asscheeks. Her eyes shot wide as her heart hammered in her chest. Another moment, and she would lose her virginity.

Swallowing down her anxiety, Rinoa turned her head enough to catch a glimpse of Deling’s face. “Please, Mr. President, go slow. It’s my,” heat flushed her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered, “first time.”

Deling laughed, rumbling and mischievous. He drew closer to Rinoa, pinning her between his hardness and the wall. “I wiLL, yOUng…laDy.”

A stifled noise came from Rinoa’s right, and she glanced in its direction. Squall stared at her until their eyes met. His darted to the side, but he couldn’t turn his head away. Amusement bubbled up inside her. He was so cute, worrying about her while trying to keep the tough guy act up. She might have gone a little far, but it was all for a good cause.

“Don’t worry, Squall,” Rinoa said with a smile. “My cherry is a small price to pay for Timber's freedom.”

Deling’s small hand pressed to Rinoa’s lower back, causing her to arch and stick out her ass. Butterflies whirled in her stomach, and arousal trickled down her inner thigh. His dick dragged down past her rosebud and taint. She shuddered and groaned. This was it. He was really going to do it, and she had no intention of stopping him.

Bulbous and firm, Deling’s cockhead prodded Rinoa’s drenched entrance. She tensed, not knowing what to expect. He thrust. Inch after inch of his cock plunged into her tight, virgin pussy, splitting her narrow walls with ease. Pressure swelled the more of him that entered her. She realized with a start that he wasn’t going to stop, and her head tipped back.

Rinoa cried out in pained delight as Deling’s crotch slammed into her backside. A loud clap echoed in the train car, and her belly bulged. Warmth trickled out of her, sending a shiver down her spine. He did it: he took her first time. And without hesitation, too. Of course, she couldn’t blame him. Not when she offered herself up to him in no uncertain terms.

The new sensation of being stretched, stuffed full caused Rinoa’s eyes to flutter and a moan to tumble from her lips. Deling remained there, buried deep, as she quavered, impaled. While his size proved to strain her insides quite a bit, she couldn’t deny the pleasure him taking her instilled in her. She mewled, knees quaking.

Managing to peek back over her shoulder, Rinoa met Deling’s hungry stare, and the corner of her mouth quirked up. “I told you to go slow,” her smirk spread across her face, “you dirty old man.”

Amused noises seeped out of Deling, and he grabbed Rinoa by the waist. She jumped at his suddenness, but a low, throaty moan escaped her as he pulled back. His cock ripped out of her tightness at a steady pace, and she shook, the pleasure of him moving inside her too much to bear. Her insides clung to his girthy shaft as he went, not wishing to let go.

Rinoa tried to form words, to tell Deling to go slower, but only pathetic mewling came from her. Instead, she resigned herself to be at his mercy. Not that she didn’t wish for that to be the case. She had given her virginity to him, and he could do with her what he wished. Of course, she wanted this the same as he did if she was being honest.

Flared ridges teased Rinoa’s stretched-open entrance, and Deling came to a wavering halt. She let out a sharp breath. Before she knew it, he thrust back into her. The entirety of his length penetrated her in one swift, fluid motion, striking oh-so-deep. A scream of a moan ripped from her lungs again as his overpowering body weight crashed into her and forced her up against the wall.

In an instant, Deling withdrew, dragging out of Rinoa’s coiling cunt. Her head spun, overwhelmed, but the ecstasy a mere couple of thrusts delivered delighted her to no end. If this was what sex was like, she craved more. Far more. And the man behind her seemed quite keen on delivering just that until he got his fill.

“PuSSy…tiGHT,” Deling muttered as he began to work in and out of Rinoa at a quick, rhythmic pace. “BrEEd.”

Glee bloomed within Rinoa, hearing Deling enjoying her. She moaned to let him know she enjoyed it as much as he did. He drove into her over and over, forcing her up against the wall with more and more force. Each thrust caused her messy tits to squish on the hard surface, marking it.

Pain blossomed in Rinoa’s forehead as she smacked into the wall whenever Deling buried himself in her coiling womanhood. She turned her head to the side, and his movements forced her cheek to smush and shift. Despite her hazy, blurry vision, she caught sight of Squall standing far enough away to not be able to do a thing.

Rinoa’s eyes fluttered and snapped down. The front of Squall’s pants protruded in a visible tent. A smile graced her face, and she attempted to meet his gaze. He glanced away from her, trying to focus on something, anything else, but he failed to escape her. She moaned, mouth opening and closing, and savored the fact that her actions turned him on.

Deling pistoned with renewed vigor. Each time he hilted inside Rinoa, her stomach swelled. The veins and bumps struck her in all the right places. His thickness split her open with ease, but her walls shrank as soon as he left…only to be split the instant he plunged back in.

Moan after moan tumbled from Rinoa’s gasping lips. Squelches accompanied every one of Deling’s thrusts, causing further juices to gush from her abused pussy and leak down her legs. By the end of this, she expected to be a complete mess. Even if she tried to hide it, she didn’t think she would be able to prevent the others from realizing what she had done.

Force and power slammed into Rinoa from behind. He clapped against her asscheeks, making them jiggle and burn the more he ploughed her. The mild pain only accentuated the ecstasy building within her with each passing second. She adored what he did to her, tightening up around his fat, driving cock.

“Yes,” Rinoa breathed, giving in to the pleasure coursing through her. “Faster, Daddy.”

A gurgling growl rose, and Deling obliged. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her back into him as he drove forward. Their bodies joined in an echoing cacophony of claps and squelches. His pace increased, only making the sounds they made more intense, frequent. He groaned in approval, and she mewled.

Pressure swelled in Rinoa’s lower half each time Deling thrust deep. For her first time, she expected it to be more painful. However, after the initial shock and first few movements, she adjusted to him. That fact sent a thrill down her spine. Perhaps he had been right about her after all; she was nothing more than a slut at heart.

Succumbing to the realization despite her best efforts, Rinoa attempted to push back into Deling as he pistoned in and out of her naughty pussy. Whenever she managed to move, he crashed into her and pinned her tight. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she moaned. The way he took her, drove oh-so-deep without any concern for her well-being delighted her to no end.

Once more, words tried to form to express how incredible Deling’s cock felt. However, they always failed. Instead, little more than breathy, gasping noises escaped Rinoa. She trembled under the power, strength of each of his thrusts. Her insides coiled around his invading thickness as more juices gushed from her whenever he struck home.

Something built and built within Rinoa—strange yet familiar. It rose every time the pleasure Deling inflicted upon her increased. The desire to give in, embrace it overtook her. If she wished to fulfill her part of the deal, she saw no reason to deny it. Her body, too, sought it. Why fight what seemed so natural…right?

Rinoa’s legs trembled, weak at the knees. Deling continued to plough her over and over, uncaring about anything but his own desires. That suited her fine; he gave her untold ecstasy. She gasped as he struck her vulnerable spots. Lightheadedness swirled, and she whimpered in delight. The last little thread of willpower she held onto snapped.

“I think I’m—” A high-pitched squeal ripped from Rinoa’s lungs, and her womanhood clamped down on Deling.

Juices squirted from Rinoa’s happy pussy as she locked up, convulsing. Her mind went blank, the euphoria surging through her the only thing worthwhile. Goosebumps rose along her arms and chest as she spasmed and shrieked. Every fiber of her being sang, and a warmth blossomed in her core, radiating out to her entire body.

Rinoa’s fingers and toes curled, digging into her palms and the soles of her shoes. She quavered as more and more fluids showered her inner thighs, Deling, and the floor. He continued to pump away at her with nothing more than a grunt and a squeeze. Her increased tightness didn’t appear to dissuade him or slow him down a bit.

“GOOd,” Deling said, lancing Rinoa’s quivering, squeezing cunt. “ShOW me HOw mUCh of a DIRty girL yOU Are.” More of his weight rested upon her and pinned her to the wall.

While distant to her post-orgasm mind, Deling’s words caused Rinoa to shiver and whimper in glee. His cock split her open and carved out her insides. She tried to catch her breath, but her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow, fruitless bursts. Between the unladylike noises pouring out of her and the ecstasy he instilled in her, she struggled to remain conscious.

The vague outline of Squall’s presence drifted in and out of Rinoa’s vision. She smiled, lost in the euphoria of her climax and the repeated pounding Deling gave her. If Squall wished to protest, or complain, he didn’t. The fact that he had to watch some disgusting old man violate her no doubt made him jealous. His rigid tent proved that to be the case.

A huff of a breath escaped Rinoa, and the tension in her body vanished. Her muscles failed her, and she slumped. Deling gripped her tighter and squished her up against the wall harder. Her needy nipples stabbed the smooth surface, teasing her. She ached for his touch. His hands and mouth were far better at pleasing her than this lifeless object.

Rinoa swallowed. “Harder,” she breathed, her voice little more than an airy whisper. “I need…” Moaning, she cut herself off.

“WhAT do YOu nEEd, young…LADY?” Deling asked, but he didn’t dare slow down or stop. To Rinoa’s surprise, he sounded quite articulate for a sick man.

Mouthing the word “more,” Rinoa attempted to meet Deling’s gaze out of the corner of her eye. She failed, but he leaned in closer. Heat burned her cheeks as his hot breath blew over the nape of her neck. Slimy and wriggling, his tongue slithered out and caressed her. She trembled, groaning, and craned backward, seeking more sloppy kisses.

Deling lurched, and his giant, mutated hand pressed to the back of Rinoa’s head. He pushed her forward, and she yelped. As his cock struck home, her face smacked back into the wall. Whether he thought she tried to escape, or he just wanted to assert his dominance over her, she didn’t know. Either way, disappointment flickered before being stuffed out by overriding pleasure.

Unintelligible words poured out of Rinoa amidst gasps and moans and grunts. The pressure on her spine from Deling’s weight and vigorous fucking forced her hips up and backside out more. His dick slammed into her, spearing her even deeper. Ecstasy jolted through her, and her vision swam. He did oh-so-much to her.

A curse tumbled from Rinoa’s lips, and she tightened up around Deling. He grunted and thrust harder, forcing her open despite her renewed tightness. The clap of his mutated flesh against her pure, smooth skin rang in her ears. She couldn’t imagine what it must look like from the outside: this monstrous, lecherous form preying on an innocent girl.

Rinoa chuckled. Perhaps she wasn’t so innocent, asking for more and enjoying every last thing Deling did to her. That didn’t matter, of course. She wanted this; she chose this. All for Timber’s sake…or so she told herself. She didn’t know she had it in her, yet, deep down, there was no questioning it. Promiscuity suited her well. Just like her mother.

Thrills ran through Rinoa, making her shudder. The thought of sharing the same activities, and cock, as her mother excited her far more than she would like to admit. Juices trickled down her thighs, staining not only the floor but also her stretched clothing. How they had not been torn to pieces, she didn’t know. And it didn’t matter. Not with Deling fucking her with such wild passion.

“TiGHt,” Deling roared as he thumped against Rinoa’s backside at an unyielding, vigorous rhythm. “CUm.”

Panic shot through Rinoa, and her eyes snapped open. Her heart leapt into her throat while her breath caught in her chest. Did he mean he was going to climax, or that he wanted her to do so again? She coiled around his bulbous, plunging cock. If he continued to piston in and out of her like this, she believed both were possible in the immediate future.

Knees buckling, Rinoa groped for anything to grab ahold of. The slick, smooth wall yielded no results. Her arms shot backward and latched onto Deling’s bulky arm and waist. He squeezed her hip and forced her forward. She straightened, and he slipped the furthest out of her he had since they began. Fear gripped her.

“No, Daddy, don’t stop,” Rinoa begged in her fearful, vulnerable state. She didn’t want Deling to stop until he finished what he started. Shame seared her to her core, yet more arousal gushed from her perverse womanhood.

Deling crashed into Rinoa one last time. Rather than pull out as he had for the hundred or more other thrusts, he remained buried deep in her pussy. She whined and writhed, eager for more, needy. He ripped out of her, dragging her along with him. Her insides clung to him in desperation for as long as they could before snapping back into place.

A loud, wet pop sounded, and Deling’s dick sprang free of Rinoa’s tightness. She moaned and huffed, ragged, a void forming inside that he had carved out of her. Agony swept in to replace the ecstasy he brought. She stood, legs trembling, aghast that he would pull out. No. He couldn’t stop now. Not when she was so close….

“Please, come back inside me!” Rinoa whined, squirming in frustration.

What was she thinking? This whole plan had been ridiculous, and yet Rinoa wanted nothing else. She tried to spin around, to face Deling, but her muscles failed her. Instead, she wavered and began to collapse. Both of his hands found her waist and spun her to face him. Elation swelled within her, and her eyes snapped down to his long, thick, magnificent cock.

Deling’s manhood twitched, and he hoisted Rinoa up into the air. She let out surprised noise before giggling as his cockhead pressed to her eager, dripping entrance. Without hesitation, he lowered her and thrust. She cried out in bliss. Inch after inch of his swollen, bumpy dick vanished into her taut, little hole. The sight caused her head to spin, and she lost control.

As Deling’s dick struck home, Rinoa clamped down on him. She tossed her head back and shrieked in delight. Excited juices squirted from her, only to shower her partner in her copious, gleeful mess. He grunted, trying to withdraw, but her tightness prevented him. Without momentum, he stood no chance against her pussy despite his size and strength.

Tremors wracked Rinoa as she convulsed and moaned, impaled. Deling groaned under her spasmic assault and pulled her closer, deeper into his embrace. Tingles danced along her skin, and pins and needles infected her toes and fingers. Bliss swept through her. This was incredible, and he wasn’t done with her yet.

The instant Rinoa, riding out her potent orgasm, relaxed the slightest bit, Deling withdrew. She whined, not wanting him to leave, but he would be back. Flared ridges teased the entrance of her spasming, milking cunt. He stopped, inhaled, and plunged back into her. Their flesh clapped together, and she moaned in elation.

“Yes, Daddy,” Rinoa cried before sucking in a sharp breath. “Give it to me.”

As soon as Deling hilted inside her, Rinoa threw her arms and legs around his hideous mass. She squeezed him, and a pleased growl escaped him. His dick twitched oh-so-deep. However, he didn’t let her passionate embrace stop him. With the same frantic force, he retreated and set about pounding her again at a quick yet rhythmic pace.

Slaps sounded from their joining flesh, and Rinoa bounced in Deling’s embrace. A giggle bubbled out of her between moans. Her insides tightened up, coiling around his wonderful, driving man-meat. Pleasure coursed through her in overwhelming waves. This was where she belonged, and she adored every sensation inflicted upon her.

In and out, Deling’s cock worked. Rinoa moaned and held him tight, allowing him to fuck her harder, faster. Saliva dribbled from his mouth and lulling tongue onto her exposed chest, but she didn’t care. In fact, the feeling of dirtiness it gave her excited her all the more. He loved her body, and she loved everything he did to her.

“More,” Rinoa huffed. “It feels so good.”

Deling complied, lancing Rinoa’s pussy with vigorous, relentless force. His rhythm increased in speed. Each time he plunged into her, he split her open with ease, and juices leaked from her. However, whenever he left her, she tightened back up. Every plunge stretched her like the first time, and she mewled in ecstatic delight, not a single thought in her head beyond this euphoria.

Rinoa’s thighs flexed, and she hauled herself closer as Deling thrust. The resounding clap that followed sent shockwaves through her and struck oh-so-deep. A gasping cry ripped from her lungs, and her head tipped against his. His wriggling tongue teased her chin. She tilted forward in a vain attempt to close what little of a gap remained between them.

Unintelligible noises seeped out of Deling with each of his frantic movements. She let out her own as he pistoned in and out of her. Her insides tightened around his girthy mass, squeezing him tight. That didn’t so much as slow him. He continued at his steady pace, and her belly swelled whenever his entirety vanished.

A mewl of whimper came from Rinoa, and she bounced on Deling’s cock. “Yes, right there,” she moaned and inhaled, “Mr. President. Oh, I can’t believe you feel so good inside me. Don’t,” she attempted to meet his gaze but failed, “stop.”

Roaring, Deling hugged Rinoa against him and slammed into her over and over. Moan after moan ripped from her lungs, and she trembled under the sheer ecstasy infecting her. Every fiber of her being screamed in delight. The fact that she enjoyed this so much surprised even her, yet she didn’t wish for it to ever stop.

Long and thick, Deling’s cock ploughed Rinoa’s taut, little pussy. Her tits ached as they bounced, nipples standing on end and begging for attention. She wished he would play with them, but she had to settle for the brief brushes against his slimy flesh. Her head spun as need burned deep within. Despite the mild frustration, she could do little more than squeal in pleasure.

“PuSSY…gOOd.” Deling throbbed each time he buried himself in Rinoa’s cunt. “MOre.”

Rinoa giggled, reveling in carnal delight and the fact that Deling approved of her. “Thank you, Mr. President. I’m glad I’m doing a good job.” Heat flushed her cheeks, and her heart hammered. “I’m losing my mind.” Ragged breaths escaped her as she tried to steady herself long enough to talk. “I never knew sex could be this incredible.”

Laughter rumbled as Deling twitched in Rinoa’s naughty womanhood. He increased his pace and plugged away at her. She whimpered at his sudden surge, savoring the sensation of him stuffing her full with even more vigor. Her eyes fluttered, and he began to tremble. Was he about to blow again after all this time?

Trying to open her mouth to speak, Rinoa groaned. Between the rhythmic thumping of Deling against her, the ecstasy coursing through her entirety, and the urgency of her breaths, she couldn’t bring herself to formulate words. That suited her fine. If he wanted to climax, she wouldn’t, couldn’t stop him. In fact, it was her entire goal.

Deling gripped Rinoa tighter, nails from his small hand digging into her waist. A thrill ran down her spine. He grunted as his cock twitched out of control. With every thrust, he picked up more speed. Something was coming; it built inside her, too. A voice in the back of her mind told her to embrace it now more than ever.

“Oh, I know it feels great,” Rinoa breathed as she held on for dear life. “Do you want to do it on my face again?”

Instead of answering Rinoa, Deling continued to plough her, relentless and furious. A yelp eked out of her, but he didn’t dare halt. His throbbing filled her. She coiled around his bulbous length and moaned into what appeared to be his ear. His thrusts came harder, faster. Nothing would stop him now, not that she had any illusions of doing so.

“BrEEd…giVE BAby,” Deling bellowed, desperate, as his cock twitched out of control.

Rinoa let out a little squeal. “Yes, give it to me.” She tightened up. “Breed me.”

Bubbling growls flowed from Deling, and he hilted himself in Rinoa’s tight, welcoming depths one last time. He roared as his dick jumped and erupted. Her heart leapt up into her throat before she, too, lost it. As she clamped down on her partner, rope after rope of thick, hot cum flooded her vulnerable pussy.

“Daddy!” Rinoa’s shriek echoed in her ears as she convulsed and showered Deling with her own excitement. More and more spunk blasted into her, painting her walls. He pulsated and bucked as his balls contracted and dumped even more inside. Between his cock and his seed, there was no more room. Her belly swelled the slightest bit as more and more pressure formed within.

Tingles danced along Rinoa’s skin, and the first trickle of excess semen oozed out of her around Deling’s pulsating shaft. She shuddered and moaned as each subsequent shot forced the previous out with potent force. Torrents of the stuff gushed from her with every passing second. Warmth radiated out from her core, heightened by the amount he pumped into her.

Rinoa mewled, expecting Deling to be finished, but he kept cumming. More and more flowed out of her like a waterfall, landing in what came before. Some splattered and hit her backside and taint, which caused her to flinch. The mess they had made paled in comparison to this. Pride swelled in her breast; she had outdone herself.

Tremors continued to wrack Rinoa while load after load of jizz oozed out of her. If Deling’s cum was virile—and how could it not be with how much he let out?—she had a high chance of becoming pregnant. A smile spread across her face. The idea of carrying a man such as Deling’s child triggered something within her that she didn’t know was there.

Growling, Deling hugged Rinoa to him. This time, his tongue sought out her flesh. She giggled and shivered as he ran it all over her chest, neck, and face. Part of her wanted to move that last little bit to make him slip into her mouth, but strength failed her. Instead, she resigned herself to whatever he wished…for now.

Sliminess coated Rinoa’s skin as Deling licked at her. Cum still dribbled out of her now that he was done erupting in her depths. Lightheadedness swept through her, and she shuddered in his embrace, under his lustful assault. His dick remained semi-erect, throbbing here and there. If he didn’t pull out of her soon, she would crave more.

Deling groaned, and he pulled back. The tip of his tongue dragged from between her tits, up her throat, and past her lips. She managed to kiss it before it slipped away. In the same motion, he lifted her. Inch after inch of his manhood slipped out of her still-coiling pussy. Further spunk slopped out of her, adding to the massive puddle beneath her.

Rinoa’s feet touched the ground, and her knees almost buckled. She lurched forward, clasping his shoulder for stability. His meaty hand pawed at her while the other groped her left breast. A thrill ran down her spine, and his broad, slimy cockhead stabbed at her stomach. She glanced down, her breath catching in her chest.

“Oh, my.” Rinoa giggled as she took in the sight of the spreading pool of viscous seed on the floor. Her hands came down to her belly, the bump she felt before no longer there. “You really let out a lot; it’s still leaking out of me.” Globules of jizz trickled down her inner thighs at a ponderous pace.

Squall cleared his throat, still unable to move. “You really let him…”

Smiling, Rinoa turned to Squall. She had forgotten he was there. “Calm down. It’s just cum; not poison.” She couldn’t help but giggle. “I’ll be fine.”

A twitch ran through Deling’s manhood as it rested against her hip. His heat seeped into her, and she trembled. An idea sprang to mind. She shifted her attention from Squall and refocused on Deling, and his fat dick. Instead of cradling her stomach, she wrapped her fingers around his daunting girth. Her fingertips didn’t meet.

“You’re still so eager, Mr. President.” Rinoa began to stroke his length, slow and teasing. “I’ll throw in this bonus favor as an extra incentive to keep your promise.” He throbbed in her grasp; right where she wanted him.

Growling seeped out of Deling as Rinoa jerked him off. His massive arm swept behind her, and he grabbed her ass. She giggled and leaned into it while focusing on the task at hand. Gnarled digits sank into her soft, supple flesh. Tremors ran through her, and she let out a breathy moan. Between handling his dick and his groping, she reveled in the moment.

Rinoa drifted closer, cradling Deling. He twitched under her ponderous yet reverent ministrations. Precum dribbled from the tip to join the mess already squishing between her fingers and staining her palms. She didn’t mind the filth. After all, she had caused it and continued to do so while keeping to her word.

Deling’s tongue lulled out as he stared down at Rinoa. She smiled up at him and, careful not to let her strokes slow or stop, eased up onto her tiptoes. The long, wriggling mass greeted her, teasing her jaw and chin. Waves of delight rippled along her skin, and she closed what little gap remained between them.

With Gusto, Deling hauled Rinoa to him and stuffed his tongue into her waiting mouth. Muffled noises escaped her as he plunged into her throat. Their lips pressed together, and she moaned. Roughness tickled her, but she didn’t mind. All that mattered was pleasing her partner to ensure he would give Timber its freedom…or so she would have said earlier.

Lust overtook Rinoa, and she worked up and down Deling’s long, thick, throbbing shaft with excited diligence. She couldn’t believe that it had been in her, that it gave her so much pleasure, and that his gooey, warm seed still leaked from her. This morning, she never would have considered such an outcome. Now, she adored it more than anything.

The bumps and veins running along Deling’s length tickled Rinoa’s hands, adding to his presence, manliness. Groans and other needy noises eked out of him while he slithered all around inside her. She attempted to match his eagerness, but she failed. He overpowered her. Of course, he didn’t prevent her from cranking his shaft.

Pouring all her energy, neediness, and strength into her efforts, Rinoa jerked Deling off faster and faster. He bucked, and the tip of his dick stabbed up against the bottom of her breasts. At first, she tried to avoid him touching her—it made her job more difficult—but an idea soon came to her. Excitement filled her, and her heartbeat skyrocketed.

Rinoa eased back from Deling to break their kiss, and, to her surprise, he allowed her to. A wet smack sounded as their lips parted, and his frisky muscle slithered out of her. She swayed with the motion, her instincts telling her to stay locked in carnal delight with him. Rather than dismiss them in their entirety, she planted several kisses along his length as it lingered close.

“I,” Rinoa sucked in a sharp breath, trying to recover from their vigorous kissing, “I just thought of something. I hope you like it.”

Deling cocked his head at Rinoa, but she smiled and dropped to her knees. Her hands fell away from his cock after giving it a reassuring squeeze. He lurched forward the slightest bit, shoving himself in her face. She reeled back an inch to avoid being stabbed, but not enough to show any disdain or disgust.

Cupping her soft tits, Rinoa puffed them up, offering them to him. “I know you like them a lot, Mr. President. Come, put your dick between them, and I’ll use them to get you off.”

An eager gurgling noise came from Deling, and he shoved his dick between Rinoa’s breasts. She wavered, almost falling backward, from his suddenness. However, she remained upright and wrapped her softness around his girth. Warmth and wetness seeped into her the moment he touched her, sending a thrill down her spine.

Instinct spurred Rinoa into action, and she began to work herself up and down Deling’s length. He grunted and twitched but didn’t try to stop her or take control. A smile quirked up the corners of her mouth as she focused on performing. Squelches sounded as their combined filth oozed between her squished-together tit-flesh. The sights, the sounds, the sensations drove her wild.

“Do you like this, Daddy?” Rinoa asked, staring up at Deling, her breath caught in anticipation.

Deling nodded and growled, his dick throbbing. More and more precum leaked from the tip, and Rinoa bit her bottom lip. Goosebumps rose along her arms and legs. The urge to take him back inside flitted through her. It had tasted so delicious when he blew in her mouth earlier, how could she deny herself more?

Leaning in, Rinoa planted a tender, loving kiss on Deling’s bulbous cockhead as she ran down. Salty sweetness teased her lips and tastebuds, and she murmured in satisfaction. More. She wanted more. As she puffed her chest out, rocking and bouncing to cover as much of him as possible with each up-down, she licked the several inches of him that reached her.

Rinoa purred at the sweet flavor and delighted in serving Deling. He bucked, his hefty balls slapping against her underboob. The smack, combined with his thickness, heat, scent, and taste, caused her head to spin. She kissed him, taking the crown of his cockhead into her mouth. He tried to force the rest in, but she pulled back.

Rather than chide Deling or use words to express herself, Rinoa instead chose action. She pumped up and down faster and faster while she slobbered all over the upper portion of his cock. Saliva ran down his length in rivulets, further adding the lubricating mess dribbling between her pressed-together tits. Oh, how easy it was to work to please him.

Groans and grunts and other noises of enjoyment seeped out of Deling. Broken speech tumbled from him amid other sounds, but none of them made any sense to Rinoa. Because he failed to articulate them well enough or because she was so focused on her ministrations, she didn’t know. It didn’t matter either. All that did was making him cum one last time using her body.

Erect and stiff, Rinoa’s nipples brushed against Deling here and there. An ache burned in her bosom, and she pressed her needy nubs inward. A little yelp escaped her as the first lump teased her. He twitched at her sudden shift, and pride swelled. She longed to use her assets in any way possible to pleasure him.

Deling throbbed between Rinoa’s tits, and his bucking and other movements became more frantic. Was he about to climax? After his performance earlier, the speed at which she brought him to the edge surprised…but also excited her. He must really like what she was doing if he couldn’t hold on for that long.

Rinoa focused on Deling, locking eyes with him. “Go ahead. Cover me in your seed again.”

Deling let out a gurgling roar and thrust into Rinoa’s embrace. She yelped but didn’t break away from him. The tip of his dick pressed to her lips, and she latched onto him. Rope after rope of jizz spurted into her mouth. Her eyes snapped open, and she gulped down shot after shot of thick, hot spunk. She stopped bouncing, to focus on drinking her reward, but she continued to massage his pulsating shaft with her breasts.

With every new burst, Rinoa struggled more and more to gulp it all down. Too much filled her, and she coughed before gagging. Excess semen splattered out of her and down her bosom. Reluctant, she pulled off his erupting manhood and let him once again paint her face. Warm, sticky ropes streaked across the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks.

A warming sense of pride swelled within Rinoa. She smiled and puffed out her chest. Deling gurgled and grunted, his legs giving away. As yet another glob graced her tits, he collapsed away from her, still firing off his load. She yelped and lurched, trying to keep him nestled in her softness, but he fell on his back.

Panic shot through Rinoa, and she hurried forward and knelt on all fours beside him. “M-Mr. President, are you all right?” She ignored the semen dripping off her face and hanging breasts.

Rinoa glanced up and down Deling. Incoherent noises rose as he writhed on the floor, spurts of seed still dribbling down his pulsing shaft. She tried again but received no response. Worry began to override the pleasure of bringing him to orgasm yet again. Did she make him cum too much? Was she so good that she pushed the old guy too far?

“Don’t worry; I’ll save you.” Channeling the magic she drew upon, Rinoa cast a potent healing spell, hoping to spare Deling’s life.

Blue sparkles flared to life and swirled around Deling. He cried out in pain and spasmed on the ground. Terror washed over Rinoa, and she stared in confusion. His limbs twitched and waved before slumping, still. All sound stopped, and his body began to melt away. In almost no time at all, any trace of him—besides the copious amounts of cum staining her, the carpet, and the couch—faded away.

Rinoa shook her head, a sense of regret sinking in her gut. “I’m sorry, Mr. President. I wasn’t fast enough to save you.” A humph to her left drew her attention to Squall. He stood there, unmoving, but his pretty eyes judged her. “Well,” she pulled herself together and rose, “if that was a decoy or something, we now have one less to deal with.

“If it was the President, his death means that Timber’s liberation is almost a certainty.” Rinoa cocked her head and smiled. “Worked out great for us, didn’t it?”

Squall shook his head and mumbled something. Part of Rinoa thought to ask him to repeat himself, but she was surprised to find that his paralysis had worn off. How long had he been free to move? Did he pretend to not be able to just to watch her? An impish grin spread across her face as she headed to grab something to clean herself off with.

“So,” Rinoa said in a chipper, curious voice, “Squall, since you got a front-row seat, how do you think I performed?” She wiped the spunk trailing down her front off on a spare coat she found at a table in the back, peeking at him as she did so.

No sounds came out of Squall, but his lips moved. Rinoa focused while picking her way through the train car to collect her discarded clothing. She raised an eyebrow when she thought she saw him mouth the word “girlfriend.” Her heart skipped a beat as she shimmied her panties back up. Did he really think her performance made her girlfriend material? Excitement filled her. Perhaps this wasn’t the last time they would do a mission together.