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Four times.

Throughout her tenure with the Astral Express family, Stelle rarely visited her own cabin room, only stepping inside on four separate occasions. It was a figure that, for some, boggled the mind until they considered the obvious alternative: Stelle simply had no reason to step foot inside her own cabin room, because Stelle spent the bulk of her time on the Astral Express loitering around in someone else’s.

Rarely, she would scour Dan Heng’s archives to learn more about the galaxy in which she woke up in. Sometimes, she would even take extended naps in the Parlor Car, no matter who was visiting the Astral Express; no matter who might stumble upon her while she snored away, holding a pillow to her chest if she hadn’t fallen asleep with her phone in her hands.

However, most of the time, Stelle slept peacefully in March 7th’s room, which was to be expected considering their relationship. Unlike the platonic relationships she shared with most everyone aboard the Astral Express, Stelle’s relationship with March 7th was different. It was something warmer, something sweeter, something more.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!”

Stelle groaned and turned over in their massive pink bed, and she screwed her eyes shut. “No… five more minutes…”

“Uh-uh!” Stelle could hear March 7th click her tongue in playful disapproval. “You said five minutes thirty minutes ago! Come on, you’re gonna like this!”

But even with such a promise, Stelle did not budge. It ended up being that March 7th got into bed to coax her lover out of the sheets, but it was a trap!

As soon as March 7th got next to Stelle in their shared bed, the grey-haired Trailblazer turned around and wrapped her arms around March’s body, snuggling intimately close and prompting the bubbly archer to squeak in joyful surprise.

“Ah!” March giggled as Stelle snuggled up close beneath the covers. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“Cuddly,” was Stelle’s only response, if you didn’t count her loud yawn of comfort while she nuzzled her face against March’s neck. “Need more sleep…”

“Aw, Stelle… why are you so sleepy, anyway? Did you stay up all night playing that game of yours?” she accused.

“Noooo…”

“Are you lying?”

“Nooooooooooo…”

March grinned, savoring the comforting warmth as she pressed herself against Stelle’s toned physique. Her girlfriend could be such a goofball sometimes, but she didn’t mind one bit. She found Stelle attractive no matter which quirk was on full display, sleepiness be damned.

“We can’t just stay in bed all day,” said March.

“Why not?” Stelle shot back, smirking. “I like this bed… it’s so comfy, especially when you’re in here with me…”

“Oh, Stelle…”

March observed as Stelle pulled back, revealing a mischievous glint in her eyes, hinting at her naughty intentions. The pink-haired trailblazer didn’t even have to ask what Stelle had planned, as Stelle eagerly reached beneath the covers to tug at March’s shorts.

A quiet groan escaped March’s mouth. “Stelle…”

“What?” Stelle smiled innocently, even tilting her head for good measure. “The coast is clear, right?”

“W-Well, yeah,” said March, “but…”

Stelle chuckled slyly. “Good… mm, maybe I want some sausage for breakfast, huh?”

“Stelle, it’s almost noon…”

“Then it’s still breakfast time!”

“Ugh, you’re impossible sometimes!”

Perhaps it was true, but Stelle didn’t want to retort such a claim. Not when she had her eyes—and hands—on the prize. Kicking off the blanket that covered them, Stelle wasted no time in freeing March’s cock from its cloth prison, making sure her girlfriend’s shorts were out of the way before she grabbed her dick with both hands.

Stelle could feel March’s shaft pulse straightaway, and March 7th tilted her head back with a sensuous moan as Stelle began jerking her off, fully intending on bringing her lover to full mast. She was half-hard now, but that wouldn’t last very long. Not when March had such a gorgeous woman stroking her penis in their shared bed; not with Stelle giving her lover bedroom eyes in the most appropriate place to do so.

“Your hands feel amazing,” March said, letting out a low moan of pleasure. “They always feel so amazing, Stelle…”

“Mm, I’m glad… heh, do you want me to keep going?” Stelle asked, even though she knew damn well what the answer would be.

“Yes, yes! Please… please don’t stop,” March said, moaning again—a little louder this time.

“Get on your back, baby… let me make you feel good…”

March certainly didn’t have to be told twice. Following Stelle’s instructions, she obediently lay on her back, always happy to do whatever Stelle told her to do in any intimate setting. Stelle crawled up the bed with an aroused chuckle as she put her hands on March’s thighs, and she started peppering her lover’s cock with quick, fiery kisses, making March moan with mirth as she lay back to bask in the pleasure that Stelle smooched her with.

“Ah… S-Stelle… hah…”

March covered her mouth with a hand, trying to muffle her voice and remain unheard. The last thing she wanted was another embarrassing conversation with Himeko telling her how vocal she’d been with her beloved lately. It may have seemed funny to Stelle initially, but March couldn’t shake the embarrassment or stop mulling it over in her thoughts. No, March thought, it was better to keep things quiet for now. Perhaps, if they were lucky and had the time, they could book a hotel in Belobog or somewhere else along the cosmos. The rooms of the Astral Express weren’t really soundproofed…

But Stelle didn’t mind one way or the other. The cool-headed Trailblazer minded little about many things, and it was just one of the many reasons why March loved her grey-haired gremlin of a girlfriend.

And it was that same gremlin who turned up the charm when it came to such intimacies. Stelle took the head of March’s cock into her mouth and began swirling her hot, wet tongue around the tip, soaking the uppermost part of March’s thick dick with her saliva. March moaned immediately through the palm that covered her mouth, and she eyed her cabin door to make sure that no one was about to interrupt them. It’d happened before, and it was liable to happen again!

Until then, however, March would enjoy herself in her own bed with her beloved Stelle, and Stelle would enjoy the taste of March’s cock in her hot, wet mouth; on her long, greedy tongue. Stelle’s eyes drifted shut as she focused on pleasing her precious partner, and March kept her thighs spread to ensure that Stelle had all the “playing room” she needed.

“Hah… yeah… ooh, Stelle…” March whimpered softly as she enjoyed the sensation of being buried in her partner’s mouth like this. It didn’t take long before March’s cock was at full mast, thick and rigid and pulsing between Stelle’s hot, wet lips. She raked her fingers through Stelle’s grey locks of hair, keeping one hand on her mouths to better suppress those mewls of arousal.

Stelle chuckled softly as she kept fellating her lover like this, softly stroking March’s thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, over and over again. The noises in the cabin continued just so: Stelle’s quiet, wet slurps; March’s moans of genuine delight; Stelle’s eager, soothing humming.

Stelle opened her eyes to see that March was blushing beet red, and it put a smile on her face while she sucked her cutie’s cock. With a quiet and wet pop, Stelle let March’s cock fall out of her mouth so that she could stroke it with one hand, planting moist kisses with those pouty lips of hers. “Are you close?” she asked tenderly. “You wanna cum in my mouth, don’t you?”

March whimpered, and she nodded desperately as she nearly bit through her finger. “Yes,” the poor girl croaked. “Yes, please…”

Stelle chuckled again, the corners of her lips remaining upturned in her knowing smile. “Beg for it, then. Beg for me to let you cum…”

“Stelle—! Nngh… please, baby?” March whimpered again, her eyebrows curled upward and her eyes full of desperation. “Please, please, please let me cum…!”

“So cute,” Stelle remarked, nodding as she picked up the pace with her determined stroking. Two hands this time, pump, pump, pumping back and forth, up and down, again and again until it pushed March over the edge. Her breathing became ragged and her hips seized as she let out a muffled cry, the tip of her cock bursting just in time for Stelle to wrap her soft lips around the head of her dick.

The natural progression: Stelle let her eyes drift shut as she gulped down all the hot and gooey seed that March spilled into her mouth. Poor March could barely handle even this much pleasure, her warm body writhing and curling inward as she emptied herself into Stelle’s greedy mouth—and Stelle never stopped sucking the entire time.

“Nngh! S-Stelle—ah! C-Careful,” March cried, “S-Sensitive!”

But Stelle could only smile as wide as she could while March’s pearly white cum splattered against her tongue, teeth, and gums. Then she pulled back when her sweetheart was finally finished, just to make a big show about swishing the contents around in her mouth. March could hear it—the swish-swish-swish of something that absolutely was not mouthwash.

“Ugh… just swallow it already!” March said, blushing.

“Mm-hmm!” And then Stelle did exactly that, gulping noisily and dramatically before she let her mouth fall open, revealing that there was nothing more inside her maw.

“Ahhh… thanks for the morning milk, baby,” said Stelle, chuckling thereafter. She watched as March collapsed onto the bed, panting softly as Stelle used her forefinger to stroke the very last drop out of March’s penis, and then she flicked her tongue against the head of March’s spent cock, releasing another sigh of contentment.

“So good,” Stelle murmured. “I love the way you taste…”

“I love you,” March mumbled dreamily, making Stelle giggle as she scooted up to kiss March on the lips. Now even March could taste herself, and she wrapped her arms around Stelle’s neck to hold her close while they proceeded to spend the next few minutes making out in the relative silence of March’s room. They could hear nothing but the sounds of their own hot breaths, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner that served the keep the cabin at a comfortable temperature.

Eventually, however, Stelle pulled away to whisper up against March’s pink-flushed ear. “It was hot,” she started, “when you told me to swallow like that. So aggressive,” she added with a quick smooch.

“Too aggressive?” March asked quietly, worriedly.

“Pfft… not aggressive enough, if you ask me!”

“Huh?”

“I got to thinking… you should try being the dominant one sometime,” said Stelle, blushing and smiling as she licked the saliva from those glistening lips of hers. “Maybe… sometime soon?”

“Really?” March smiled sheepishly. “But you’re the one who’s always a lot more assertive than I am. You make it look so easy,” she added.

“I’m sure you’d be a great domme,” Stelle assured. “Don’t you wanna try something a little different?”

“Uh, maybe, but… is there anything wrong with the way things are now?”

“Hell no! I just want to see you try it—that’s all!”

Frowning, March furrowed her brows in deep thought. It was obvious from her expression that she must have felt rather dubious about all this. Then again, she would do anything to assure Stelle’s comfort and happiness, and so…

“Maybe,” March said.

“Only if you want to,” Stelle quickly added, giving her beloved a tender stroke against the thigh. “I never want to make you do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable. Don’t just say yes for my sake, only say so if you wanna try it.”

March’s smile was radiant. There was nothing else she needed to say. Not when they were sharing an intimate moment like this; words were wholly unnecessary, not unlike kisses. March wrapped her arms around Stelle’s shoulders and pulled her down into another passionate embrace—one that kept them sequestered in their room for the next hour. And breakfast had gone cold.

* * *

It was one week later that Stelle came into her and March 7th’s room, hefting a rather large cardboard box sealed with signage reminiscent of the Herta Space Station.

“Oh, hey!” March smiled with confusion clear in her gaze, locked onto the box in her girlfriend’s hands. “What’s that stuff you got there, babe?”

“This,” said Stelle, smiling proudly, “is stuff that I got Asta to buy for me!”

“That explains the Herta Spaces Station sticker,” said March, though her quizzical expression never left her face. “What is it? Or is it a secret?”

“It’s a secret,” said Stelle, “to everyone except us. And uh, Asta, I guess.”

March was about to pose another question, but Stelle went ahead and opened the box outright. The flaps raised, Stelle walked to the largest desk in the room and began to take contents out of the aforementioned box.

And, just as Stelle expected, each item removed from the box only made March’s blush grow more and more intense.

Item number one: a collar.

Item number two: a leash.

Item number three was a something that March couldn’t see, because she had elected to cover her eyes out of her growing embarrassment. “Stelle,” she said, “don’t tell me that Asta actually saw all this stuff…”

“She did,” Stelle admitted outright.

“AH! That’s so embarrassing! Why did you buy this stuff?!”

“Because!” Stelle laughed, unable to wipe the grin from her face. “Today’s the perfect day for us to try that role switching we talked about. Remember? I just needed Asta to buy a few things for me and keep them safe until today, while Dan Heng and the others are shopping around off the Astral Express…”

March had to agree that today was a fine day for getting down and dirty, considering they were alone in the passenger cabin of the Astral Express. March didn’t know it then, but it was Himeko who took Welt and Dan Heng with her to do some shopping—something about coffee accessories and more things for the Express’ pantry.

But Himeko knew better. She didn’t need Welt and Dan Heng to buy these things. No, it seemed more likely that she was doing Stelle a favor, on account of that knowing smile and wink she gave the Trailblazer before taking off with the men of the train in tow.

“Besides,” Stelle added, “it’s not like Asta hasn’t caught us before…”

March’s blush intensified. Another point for Stelle: it was Asta herself who had caught March and Stelle in a compromising position aboard the Herta Space Station. The two lovers just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, and Asta teased them about it to this day.

“Sheesh! You could have told me,” said March, pouting.

Stelle beamed. “And miss the look on your cute face?” Then she picked up a vibrator from out of the box and waved it like a baton. “Come on, let’s have some fun while we have the chance. I’m gonna teach you how to be more assertive.”

March had to admit, it was a tantalizing prospect. It took little convincing before the two got naked inside March 7th’s room, and the only thing that Stelle put on was the aforementioned collar she’d taken out of the box—a cute, red, snug-looking thing with a bone tag attached to it.

“It looks super cute on you,” March said, smiling as she rubbed Stelle’s cheeks.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Stelle, surprising March.

“M-Mistress?” March returned a wobbly smile. “Me?”

“Yeah~ Mistress March! Since I’m your pet now, anyway.”

“Sheesh, you really planned this far?”

“Of course I did… Mistress!”

March blushed. She wasn’t used to being called something like that, and certainly not from her girlfriend. However, she didn’t think it would take long to get used to; not very long at all.

The leash came next, and Stelle handed it off to March foremost. “Clip this onto my collar,” she suggested. “And we should use a safe word, too.”

“A safe word?” asked March.

“You know, a word we can say so that the fun stops. In case we need a break, or in case one of us is going too far, or…” She trailed off, hoping it was more or less a satisfying explanation.

“Oh, like…” March thought of something unsavory right off the bat, recalling their time spent on the Xianzhou. “Mung Bean Soda?”

“Sure, that works!”

“How do you know all this?” March accused playfully.

“I read. Sometimes,” said Stelle.

“Sometimes?”

“Sometimes~”

“You’re so lewd!”

“Yeah, but you love it!”

With an embarrassed smile, March clipped the leash to Stelle’s collar and took a step back to admire how the accessory looked secured to her lover’s neck. A gorgeous sight if ever there was one, and March licked her lips at the prospects that now lay before her.

“How should we start?” March asked, running her thumb along the leash in her hand. It felt… powerful, holding something like this somehow.

“That’s easy, Mistress, just give me an order,” said Stelle.

“Like what?”

“Like… anything? I might do it if you order me,” Stelle teased, hoping March got the picture by now. The meekness on display was adorable, but she was getting more turned on by the minute. “Also,” Stelle added, “you can use dirty talk sometimes. And names.”

“Names?”

“Call me a slut, a whore, your bitch, stuff like that.” Stelle mentioned it so off-handedly that March raised both eyebrows.

“I would never call you that stuff!” March took both of Stelle’s hands in her own, frowning. “I love you and I’d never say that!”

Stelle grinned. “But I want you to call me that stuff.”

“You… you do?” March blinked. “Why?”

“Because it’s hot!”

“Argh… really? This stuff seems kind of… I don’t know, mean?”

“That’s the point, March. You get a little mean, and then you and the other person are turned-on… it’s like a power play thing. You’re the dominating one, and I’m the submissive one. I think you’ll understand it if you try it!”

“Give it a… try…”

March looked down at the leash in her hand, and for a moment, Stelle thought she could hear gears turning in her pink partner’s head. Finally, after a few seconds, March gave Stelle a nod.

“Okay,” she said, smiling. “Then… um… g-get on your knees. Right now? Um, please?”

Stelle smiled sympathetically. She suspected this was going to be a longer teaching session than she thought. Still, at least they were on the right path!

“Yes, Mistress,” Stelle said, falling to her knees in front of March 7th, nodding obediently as she did so. She rested her palms on her knees, and she looked up at March 7th in wonder of what instruction would come next.

March gulped. It was dawning on her just how precious her lover looked with a collar wrapped around her neck like this. All she was missing were canine ears, and she might be a good little dog. Or, not-so-little dog, considering Stelle was actually the taller one here.

“Um… now… um…” March gripped the leash, her smile uncertain. “Now… I want you to, um… suck my dick?”

Stelle playfully rolled her eyes. “Is that an order?” she asked.

“Do you… want it to be an order?”

“Oh, wow. Wow! You’re… amazing, honestly.”

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m doing my best here!”

“What do you want me to do?” Stelle asked gently.

“I want to feel your mouth on my… my penis,” March said, blushing. “It always feels so good when you start off like that…”

“I can do that for you,” Stelle assured, putting her hands on March’s thighs. “But I want you to order me to do it. Pretend you’re my boss if you don’t want to be my mistress. Pretend like I have to do it if I know what’s good for me! If I don’t like what’s happening, I’ll use the safe word.”

“You promise?”

“I promise! It’s all consensual, so come on~ let me have it!”

March sighed. “Alright, alright… um… I order you to suck my dick. Do it… or else!”

“Mm, yeah?” Stelle leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on the head of March’s cock. “Or else what, baby?”

“Or else, I’ll… I’ll be super annoyed! And I’ll… I’ll spank you!”

“Oooh, yeah?” Stelle hummed delightfully as she stroked March’s cock, taking the head of her penis into her mouth and moaning as she worked up a fine rhythm with her tongue, lapping away with all the pleasure she usually felt doing something like this. Stelle actually enjoyed giving head, just as much as she enjoyed watching her lover relish something like this.

“I’ll spank you so hard that your butt will turn red!” said March, before closing one eye with worry. “Um… is that okay?”

“Keep going,” Stelle encouraged. “You’ve had a long day, you’re upset, you want some relief… you want to feel your little slut’s throat wrapped around your cock, and you’re gonna let me have it. That sounds good, right, mistress?”

“Little slut?” March cracked a wry smile. “But you’re taller than me.”

“Ugh, just go along with it!”

“D-Don’t tell me what to do, you… you little… bitch?”

Stelle moaned as she took more of March’s cock down her throat, and the pinkish Trailblazer moaned with arousal as she put a hand on Stelle’s head, keeping the leash in her opposite palm. “Oh, fuck… that f-feels so good, baby…”

“Mm-hmm?” Stelle looked up at March almost innocently, and March nearly dropped to her knees right then and there. Her lover looked so adorable like this; so demure. It was a look she’d never seen on Stelle’s face before. An expression of sorriness. Submission.

“You look so cute right now,” March said, inspired. “So cute and… subby. That’s a word, right? So precious, and, um… it makes me wanna do things to you!”

“Mm.” Stelle pulled back to smooch the head of March’s twitching dick. “You wanna do things to me, mistress?” she asked coyly. “Like what?”

March gulped. She hadn’t thought that far ahead, but now she was, and her brain was bombarded with images of all the rough and nasty things they could do together. Things they’d done and avenues yet to be explored.

“I wanna bend you over my lap and spank you until you cry?” March tried.

“Oh, fuck… mm, mistress… I’m sorry for being so naughty,” said Stelle, her voice low and her tone meeker than usual. Her eyebrows were knit with faux worry, and March was eating it up.

“You better be sorry, you little… bitch,” said March, gulping gain. She wrapped the leash around her hand and gave it a gentle tug, prompting Stelle to return to her cock sucking endeavor. Up, down, back, and forth, over and over again. Stelle’s head bobbed against March’s crotch, taking half the girl’s length down her hot, wet throat in servitude.

“Fuck,” March uttered, breathless. “Phew… it feels amazing, Stelle…”

“Mm?” Stelle stopped sucking altogether, giving her girlfriend a knowing wink.

“I mean, uh… I mean, slut! Whore…! Um, don’t stop sucking, please!”

Suddenly, Stelle had an idea. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she pulled back altogether—an expression like she’d just found a new trash can.

“Mm… no,” said Stelle. “I think I’m done here.”

“W-What?! Nooooo! Please! Not yet,” March cried. “I’m feeling so good!”

“I’m just not really feeling it today,” Stelle taunted, licking her lips and swaying in place. “Maybe if mistress was more aggressive with me, or if she corrected me, then I would gladly put my hot, wet mouth to good use. Mmm, what a shame, because I love sucking cock. Oh, well…”

March made a noise like an arrow had just pierced a lung. She raised her hand off Stelle’s head and looked deep into her eyes, finding the spark of mischief hidden deep inside her gaze. It was like she’d nodded without actually doing it. A confirmation that, yes, this was okay. That she can and should continue. Stelle was a big girl—she could handle being thrown around a bedroom.

“…suck it,” said March.

A twitch on Stelle’s lips. A half-smile.

“Did you say something, mistress?”

March huffed. “I said… suck it…!”

She gave the leash a sudden tug so that Stelle’s mouth went right back to her cock, and Stelle parted her lips to allow March to invade her throat again. She closed her eyes almost immediately, evidently pleased with the way that March had taken control of the situation.

But they weren’t finished yet. March put her hand on Stelle’s head and urged the other Trailblazer to keep going; to not stop until she was satisfied. March tipped her head back with a groan as she made Stelle suck her dick, pushing her girlfriend’s head down, down, down the length of her cock until Stelle had taken every single inch down her throat.

It was a remarkable display! March’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she watched it happen; as Stelle deep-throated her lover’s dick, making her neck bulge from the sheer force and size that had been stuffed deep, deep down. Stelle groaned and gurgled from the lust and ardor of being used like this. Being dominating was rather fun, but Stelle was beginning to recognize that she also really, really loved submitting to March, too.

Stelle, with her throat having engulfed every centimeter of March’s massive cock, nuzzled her nose against March’s pretty pink pubes. It was a sight that nearly made March bust on the spot; she’d seen nothing quite like this before, and the surge of pleasure and dominance inspired her to keep a tighter hold on that leash. She didn’t want to miss this for anything.

“That’s it,” March moaned. “Good girl… ngh… g-good girl, you… slut! Cock sucking slut!”

“Mmmff!” That seemed to strike the right chord in Stelle, who pulled back with a hearty gasp, saliva and pre-cum connecting her pretty little lips to March’s massive member. Then March gave the leash another stern yank, and just like that, Stelle went right back to sucking her off, taking the immense, immaculate girldick down her throat where it belonged.,

“Fuck,” March moaned, putting her hand back on Stelle’s head to make her deepthroat her cock once more. The sensation of being buried in Stelle’s throat like this; there was no comparison. March felt overwhelmed with how delighting this was, and she couldn’t stop herself from pumping her hips back and forth, in and out, over and over again, almost like she was fucking her lover’s throat. Frankly, that’s exactly what it was.

This wasn’t the sort of blowjob that Stelle would give March almost every night before they went to sleep. This was a proper face fucking, and the naughty Trailblazer deserved it.

“I’m going to cum down your throat,” March warned, grunting. “Gonna blast it all down… into your slutty… stomach!”

“Mm-hmm!” Stelle nodded as best she could, given the circumstances, still occupied with throating her lover’s meat shaft and feeling it pulse and swell against her hot, we tongue. Even the pre-cum was delicious. Stelle was used to the taste, but now it seemed just a little sweeter.

“Get ready!” March warned. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming…!”

March put both hands on Stelle’s head and shoved her down as far as she could possibly go, until Stelle was practically kissing March’s pastel pubes. Stelle’s eyes went wide as she felt March’s cock throb and erupt in her throat—seizing, really—while it burst and spurt rope after long, thick rope of seed straight into her stomach. Stelle couldn’t remember the last time she felt so used. So slutty.

And she loved it.

She felt like a proper whore; a cum receptacle for her girlfriend to enjoy. Aggression and ardor in spades; March kept both hands on Stelle’s head while she came straight down her throat, practically painting the inside of her neck stark white with sticky seed.

“Drink it!” March moaned, then growled. “Drink it all, you slut…! Come on—work that tongue!”

Stelle did her best to appease her beloved, thankful she was getting into the swing of things now. She smiled widely while she was made to suck down March’s seed, gulp gulp gulping it down as though she needed nothing else in this life. Like this was better than water or oxygen. Frankly, Stelle was surprised she could even hold her breath this long, though once she became conscious of the fact, her lungs began to feel like they were burning.

And just like that, March pulled back with the biggest and loudest moan she’d ever released, her thick, messy cock falling out of Stelle’s mouth while the last few spurts of cum splattered wetly against Stelle’s face. Stelle coughed and panted to welcome more air into her lungs; closed her eyes to protect them from the mess, but when she opened them once more, she saw March was panting, blushing and slightly disheveled from the display of aggression she was getting a taste for.

Thus, with a job well done, Stelle wiped the mess from her face before popping her fingers into her mouth, smiling smugly. A few more coughs later, and Stelle was ready for more.

“How do you, hah, feel, baby?” she asked tenderly, licking her lips and rubbing her throat with a wince, touching the spot just beneath her collar. “Hah… Sheesh… you really did a number on my neck there…”

March winced. “Too much?”

“No, it was great!”

“It was?”

“Yes, I loved it!” Stelle assured. “You need to do that more often!”

March laughed nervously. “I really liked it, I think. As long as I didn’t hurt you…”

“Baby, I want you to hurt me!”

“Huh?!”

“You said you’d spank me, right?” Stelle teased.

“I did say that,” said March, suddenly uncertain, “but…”

“Gonna back out now, mistress?”

March wrung her hands together shyly. “You didn’t do anything to make me upset enough to spank you,” she said, pausing. “So… um… if you… if you did something bad…”

Stelle raised an eyebrow in understanding. She could see where March was going with this. If she wanted a reason for Stelle to get punished, she would certainly give her a reason!

“I can be a bad girl,” Stelle reasoned. “I can do things that warrant… behavioral correction, mistress.”

“Like what?” asked March, only for her mouth to fall open in surprise once Stelle grabbed the leash out of March’s hand and stood up to walk to the other side of the room freely. Subsequently, Stelle grabbed March’s camera from its place near the photography wall, and she tossed it up and down in her hand. The act alone was enough to make March’s eyes go wide with surprise.

Oh, no, thought March. Is she going to break my camera?!

Fortunately, it was nothing quite so heinous. Instead, Stelle held the camera up and took a picture of herself, before turning the camera around to take a picture of March—naked and reeling.

But it didn’t stop there. Stelle snapped photo after photo of the surrounding room; the toys, the unmade bed, her own feet, and then March finally realized what Stelle was planning on doing.

“Hey, are you going to use up all my film?!” March pressed. “The film is special! It’s not cheap, you know!”

Oh, Stelle knew. She knew damn well how fussy March was about her film, though she continued acting like a brat by sticking her tongue out and taking another photo of her silly face, making sure to get the collar and leash in the shot.

“I thought mistress wanted to make a photo album with me? Our special time together?” Stelle giggled. “Isn’t this okay, mistress?”

“It’s not okay!” said March. “You’re wasting all the film! Ugh, you’re not even taking good photos!”

“Come on, mistress, lighten up! After all,” she added with a wink, “if Mistress didn’t like this, then she would have punished me by now, riiiight?”

Stelle tried to take another picture, but it was all for naught. The roll of film was all used up. Wasted. That’s when Stelle tossed the camera back onto the table, and she turned to see that March was pouting. Frowning. Then she was scowling, hands on her hips.

Better still: her cock was hard all over again, throbbing with want and need.

“Uh oh!” Stelle sashayed over to her beloved, smiling mischievously. “Did I do something wrong, mistress? Do you not like this?”

“You…” March began. “You… little…!”

“Does Mistress wanna hit me? Spank me? Does Mistress wanna put me in my place?” Stelle let the leash hang free, ripe for the yanking. And, oh, did March ever yank!

She pulled the leash hard enough that Stelle stumbled forward right into March’s arms, and the typically bubbly Trailblazer pushed her tongue past Stelle’s mouth to bury it down her throat, prompting Stelle to moan with pleasant surprise as she sank into her Mistress’ embrace.

The next minute was a whirlwind of pleasure that neither Stelle nor March had expected. It was like their bodies were moving completely of their own accord, with no input from the duo whatsoever. March pulled away from the kiss while holding Stelle’s leash in her hand, and she wordlessly guided the taller Trailblazer to their bed, where Stelle immediately bent over to present herself to her well-endowed partner.

Another curse slipped from March’s lips as she slapped her cock against Stelle’s ass, gliding her thick sausage between Stelle’s perky buns. Using her free hand, she even felt her lover up from behind, kneading and squeezing Stelle’s pert ass just as she always did, admiring the give of flesh beneath her fingertips. This time, however, there was an undercurrent of domination that ran through this circumstance. Stelle wiggled her ass, and March was all too happy to spank it.

“I need to be inside you,” she said with a moan. “I want to be inside you so bad, Stelle…”

“Take me, Mistress,” said Stelle, jerking back to push her bare butt right up against March’s crotch, prompting the pinkish Trailblazer to moan again. “Fuck me like you own me!”

“Damn it…” March bit her lip with a quiet growl as she gave Stelle’s leash another tug, and then she pressed the tip of her cock right up against Stelle’s soaking wet pussy lips. She made herself at home without further ado, parting the girl’s pussy with her cock and sheathing her penis deep inside her, making Stelle groan with pleasure as she dealt with March’s leash-tugs and ass-kneading.

Another growl escaped March as she began thrusting in and out, lancing her lover repeatedly with that thick shaft of hers, really letting Stelle have it. Normally, March would begin with a nice and easy pace for the two of them to get used to, almost like they were having an intimate dance. This time, however, March offered Stelle no such courtesy, and she fucked her like a beast in heat while keeping her bent over the bed, squeezing her every which way as she railed her from behind.

Stelle jerked forward with every eager thrust from her exceptional and elated lover. She even threw her ass back to meet March’s thrusts halfway; it was as if Stelle’s moans were being forced out of her lungs with every forward thrust, and she clenched her eyes shut to bask in the pleasure that March was effectively fucking into her.

“So good,” March moaned. “You feel so good!”

“Mistress!” Stelle cried. “Mistress, yes! Ooh, don’t stop! Please!”

March didn’t have to be told twice. She continued to spank and knead Stelle’s ass while she fucked her from behind, delivering strikes with her open palm to leave reddened handprints all over Stelle’s rump. March glanced down and watched Stelle’s pussy grip her cock while she plunged deep inside her over and over again, bearing witness to the way she was buried deep inside her beloved and finding it to be such a tantalizing sight that she almost came right there, on the spot.

“Do you like it when I pull your leash?” March groaned.

“Yes!” Stelle moaned aloud. “Yes, please!”

And with that, March gave the leash another firm yank. This time, Stelle made a sound like she was being choked, and her eyes went wide.

“Do you like it when I call you names?” March asked again. Another desperate not from her submissive; Stelle croaked in a confirmatory manner, her cunt clamping around March’s cock.

“You… fucking slut!” March tried, giggling thereafter as she felt her confidence rise and her dick pulse inside her girlfriend’s hot, wet, tight pussy. “From now on, you’re gonna do what I say when I say it! Is that clear…?!”

Stelle couldn’t answer with anything other than a scream, because Stelle was having an orgasm. She bucked and writhed and trembled like a leaf in the wind, shaking as she let herself go, soaking her thighs and the bedsheets in front of her with a messy, sprinkling climax. March moaned even louder as she felt Stelle’s cock clench and unclench like it was trying to milk her dry, and it wasn’t long before March had an orgasm of her own, filling the room with the sound of her melodic moans to go with the percussive strikes of skin slapping against skin.

March unloaded a torrent of hot and gooey cum, packing her lover’s pussy full of seed and blasting it all the way up to Stelle’s waiting womb. It was a consequence they would deal with later, because for now, the couple was experiencing the most powerful climax they’d ever had in their lives.

They were left breathless by the end, with Stelle collapsing onto the bed and March having almost fallen on top of her. She freed her messy, spent cock from Stelle’s pussy just then, admiring the goopy strands of spunk—their combined love; alchemical of a sort—connecting the tip of March’s dick to Stelle’s sopping, drooling cunt. The very essence of a gorgeous mess; the culmination of their spine-tingling, toe-curling climax.

And even so, they weren’t finished. Not by a long shot.

March wobbled in place like she was going to collapse at any moment, and then she fell onto the bed beside Stelle at last, who mumbled and cooed as she basked in a heady afterglow.

“Holy cow,” March remarked. “Hah… that was amazing… the strongest orgasm ever…!”

Stelle was inclined to agree, though she was breathless and panting as her grey locks clung to her sweaty forehead. She turned over on the bed to better look herself over, admiring the sticky mess that dripped from her nethers. A stain of honor.

“So, what do you think?” Stelle asked. “Do you like being dominant now?”

“I do,” said March, grinning. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Did I hit you too hard?”

“Nope,” Stelle assured. “I can take more than that…”

“Are you sure?” March asked, staring longingly at her beloved Stelle. “You wanna go again? Sheesh, you’re such a workout!”

“Come on, baby,” Stelle enticed, parting her pussy lips with two spread fingers as she gave March the bedroom eyes she always loved seeing. “Put me in my place—one more time. I’ll do anything for that cock…”

“Anything?” March grinned, having found out just how much she loved this new role of hers. “Why don’t you… beg for it, then?”

“Beg for it?” Stelle’s eyebrows shot up on her face, and she looked pleasantly surprised to hear what March had to say.

Fortunately for March, Stelle was well-suited for the task of begging—especially for pleasing her new Mistress. Thus, she stayed rolled and exposing herself like she was a proper whore begging for sex, and she turned on the charm by biting her lips and keeping her eyes half-closed, heavy with lust.

“Please, baby,” whispered Stelle. “Please fuck me… I need it so bad. I need it more than anything! Give me your big fat cock, Mistress… give it to me nice and hard! I’ll do anything for you. Just say the word and I’ll do it, I swear!”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” March asked, blushing beet red as she asked the question. Her blush deepened further, then, when she saw just how well the phrase good girl affected Stelle. Almost like it was some kind of password—the moment she said it, Stelle arched her back and whined sweetly and desperately.

“I’ll be your good girl!” Stelle cried out. “I want to be your good girl! Let me be your good girl and your naughty little slut, Mistress! Your cock sleeve, your cum dumpster! Anytime you want, I’ll be there to take your cock!”

March grabbed Stelle’s leash again in preparation, this time climbing on top of her lover to take her in the missionary position—one of the more romantic and intimate positions she liked to be in with her precious Stelle. This time, however, there was an undercurrent of domination, of possession, with this position in mind. Stelle immediately wrapped her legs around March’s waist while March pushed her thick, throbbing cock into Stelle’s hot, wet pussy, sheathing her dick inside the grayish Trailblazer’s sticky snatch.

“Fuck!” March growled as she parted Stelle’s folds and penetrated her atop the bed. The pleasure she felt this time was the strongest wave yet; the sensitivity from their prior tryst was still present, and so pushing her cock in Stelle’s pussy made a shiver run up her spine as her dick throbbed warmly from its familiar snug, wet surroundings.

Meanwhile, Stelle arched her back and let out a happy moan as she relished the sensation of her lover’s cock buried deep inside her pussy. Stelle wrapped her arms around March’s shoulders to hold her close while they made love on the bed, though the assertion present was new for the both of them.

Case in point, March yanked the leash just as she had before, making Stelle’s eyes go wide as she choked suddenly from the tight seal around her neck. March groaned with pleasure as she started thrusting, fucking her sweetheart against the large, creaky mattress beneath their tight, hot, wet bodies.

Stelle moaned aloud with delight, already panting from the ecstasy shared between them. She didn’t want to let go of March’s body for anything. Neither Welt, nor Himeko, nor Dan Heng; not even Pom-Pom could encourage her to break free of this succulence.

“That’s my girl,” March growled, smirking as she took Stelle like this. “That’s my good little slut… ngh, it feels so good to fuck you like this, baby.” Stelle arched her back again, squeaking with delight as March reached down to pinch one of her lover’s pretty pink nipples.

“B-Bite my neck! Please!” Stelle urged. “I want you to leave m-marks on m-me!”

March gasped with surprise, but she quickly did what Stelle told her to do. She didn’t want to break character, and even so, she was curious to know how Stelle would react to such a thing.

And then March was taken aback as Stelle experienced a sudden and new climax, her pussy clenching tightly around her cock while she made another mess all over herself, soaking the bedsheets beneath their coiled bodies while March hammered their hips together with reckless abandon. March, who kept her teeth digging into Stelle’s neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to really emphasize her own domination, and Stelle’s submission.

“FUCK!” Stelle cried out with pleasure as her entire body seemed to pulse in time with her quickening heartbeat. March was already on the precipice of another orgasm, and Stelle locked her legs around March’s legs to prevent the bubbly girl from pulling out of her.

Not that March would pull out at this point. It was far too late for something like that. Even so, it was a testament to just how badly Stelle needed March, and vice versa. March held Stelle down against the mattress as she loomed over her sweetheart, shoving Stelle downward and putting her in a mating press as the taller Trailblazer’s legs were wrapped snugly around March’s body.

“Take my cum!” March said with a possessive growl. “I’m gonna fuck you pregnant!”

“Yes!” Stelle cried, her body dripping with sweat—some of which rolled off March’s body herself. March picked up the pace just then, slamming herself into Stelle’s body with such ferocity that the entire bed knocked against the wall, shaking like it was about to collapse like a house of cards. An immeasurable fallout!

“Get pregnant!” March growled, nipping at Stelle’s ear while she fucked her nice and hard. “Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant!!”

“GET ME PREGNANT!” Stelle cried. “YES! MARCH!”

“FUCK—HERE IT COMES—!”

March slammed downward one last time before the floodgates burst, and the obvious result was that poor Stelle’s pussy and womb were absolutely flooded with hot, gooey, potent cum. She just kept coming, and coming, and coming, and Stelle twisted and writhed as her mind went blank and another climax ripped right through her tight, toned body. March clenched her eyes shut as she let herself go; as she emptied herself deep inside Stelle’s body and creaming her so thoroughly that her body began to swell only slightly, like she was pudgy with hot spunk that painted her insides white.

The two collapsed into each other’s arms as March’s cock fell out of Stelle’s utterly ruined pussy. The flood was so incredible and overt that the overflow stained the bedsheets and the mattress beneath them, the mixture of their fluids coating both girls’ crotches and thighs.

Stelle nearly passed out. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth was stuck open in a wide O-shape that surprised March to see. “Baby?” March asked, momentarily concerned despite her breathlessness. “Honey? Are you, phew, okay…?”

“B-Best orgasm,” Stelle moaned, unable to get up or so much as think about using her legs. “B-Best orgasm… ever… had… ooh… c-can’t move…”

“Me either,” said March, giggling. A giggle that melted into a soft moan as she pulled back to admire her handiwork. If she still had film in her camera, she would have loved to take a snapshot of Stelle’s ruined body to commemorate this moment.

Instead, she swiped Stelle’s phone from the nightstand and used that, taking a picture to mark the occasion. Then she put the phone away, making a mental note to transfer the pictures later.

For now, it was time for the aftercare.

She only needed to muster the strength to stand up first…

* * *

They definitely had laundry to do after this… but it was a concern for the future. At present, March was content to squeeze a bottle of soothing lotion onto Stelle’s ass while the girl lay face down, and Stelle sighed with immense relief as March rubbed the lotion into her sweetheart’s rump. The stinging sensation left straightaway, making room for a cooling, soothing feeling.

“How do you feel?” March asked.

“Ooh… like I’m definitely going to feel this tomorrow,” Stelle said sheepishly. “I can’t walk…”

March winced. “I’m sorry.”

“Ha~ don’t be. I don’t want to leave this bed, anyway. And now…”

Stelle winked.

“Now I have an excuse to sleep all day!”

“Ugh, you’re something else…”

“Hey, March… how about you? Are you okay? How do you feel? Do you need some aftercare, too?” It was a question that surprised the pastel Trailblazer, and upon reflection, she felt as though she could benefit from some treatment herself.

“I love you so much,” Stelle reminded, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from March’s face. “I had so much fun with you, March. Thank you for trying something new with me. I always love spending time with you like this… and I’m thrilled we could do it.”

“Me too,” said March, blushing and smiling as she turned the leash over in her hand. “I didn’t think I would like this sort of thing so much… who knew being dominant could be so fun?”

“I did,” Stelle said teasingly.,

“So am I gonna be dominant all the time now?” March asked.

“Not all the time. I think we can switch now and then. What do you think?”

“I really like that idea. Being a Mistress is fun and all… but I enjoy being your good girl too,” March said, giggling. Then she considered Stelle’s collar with a quirk of her brow. “Um… do you want to take that off? So I can rub lotion on your neck,” she offered.

“Nuh-uh,” said Stelle, wiggling her ass and flashing another smile. “I don’t want to take my collar off. It feels… good. Really good. I think I love it…”

“Another surprise,” March mentioned. “Just like… what was it I heard you say just now? Get me pregnant? Wow! You really said that, huh?”

Stelle glanced away, pretending to find the doorknob extremely interesting. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re the one who said, get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant. That was all you!”

“I thought you would like that!”

“I did! It was fucking hot!!”

The two shared a laugh just then, and the next time March tugged Stelle’s leash, it was a lot gentler than before. She pulled her beloved into a long, loving kiss—one hand gracing her collar and another hand gracing her slightly swollen tummy.

In the comfort of their disheveled room, they offered each other aftercare that went beyond mere words. In the embrace of the night, Stelle and March found joy in their cuddles, with Stelle relishing the role of the little spoon and March providing warmth as the big spoon.

Stellar contentment.