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Morning Routines
It’s steaming and sweat-inducing, the bed creaks underneath them as she is helplessly trapped between them, though she has no desire to escape the strong hands and arms that are holding her arms and hips. All she can do is moan and gasp at they take their pleasure from her, worked up into a frenzy to reach their own climaxes while her own pleasure is a distant afterthought, but it is in that animalistic desire that has swept her up that fed the fire that was building up inside of her. Together they mercilessly pistoned their cocks in and out of her cunt and ass, the quick rhythmic poundings stretching her in ways that made her ache and hurt in all the ways she wanted it to.
She felt them cum inside of her, punctuated by their own groans and growls, but they did not relent for a single moment as their discharge sloshed out of her, which only furthered her own oncoming pleasure.
When she came, her body was electrified, every nerve was set on fire as she cried out.
She was in pure bliss.
She was in heaven.
She was-
000
She was pissed as she woke up.
Yoru shot up in bed, her eye already twitching, and there was that awful feeling between her legs that she hated to admit in how much a part of her desire to attend to it. It was far too early in the morning for this kind of thing, but she wasn’t even out of bed before the anger came along, and she looked down to the source of that agitation.
Asa looked peaceful as she slept, content in her slumber, but there was a smile on her face as she let out soft moans and shifted in her bed, and there was a bit of drool coming from the corner of her mouth.
The audacity of this woman.
“You WANTON SLUT!” Yoru screamed, slamming her palm down on Asa’s face. The strike itself merely passed through her face, not even the sensation of the slightest breeze to accompany it, but the shouting itself seemed to have done a fine job and jolted her host awake.
“Wah!” she gasped, jumping up into a sitting position, her eyes blurry with tiredness and a case of bed head. “WH-Yoru?” she said, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes and ash rubbed a palm into them. “What are you-”
“ Both Denji and Chainsaw Man!” she shouted, getting into Asa’s face, her red, ringed eyed glaring daggers into Asa’s dark brown orbs which were now wide awake. “At the same time! What sort of shameless harlot are you?!”
“What are you even talking about?” Asa shot back after almost retreating to the headboard. “Why are you-Oh…” There was a realization in her eyes as the remnants of the dream took form in her sleep-addled brain, images that Yoru couldn’t help but feel resonate in her own subconscious. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, suddenly avoiding eye contact with Yoru.
She always did this, she always tried to play the innocent and chaste maiden despite the thoughts that ran through her head. Asa was a young woman who enjoyed a healthy sex life with her boyfriend, but she was so much more degenerate than she let on, and every time she joined Denji she wanted nothing more than to shout and scream all the things she wanted to do and to be done to her. Asa had a very creative imagination about what she wanted from her bedroom activities, sometimes even wanting to take those activities to places outside the bathroom.
This was the kind of brain she found herself housed in, and it was tortuous at times.
She was about to yell more when a scent suddenly made itself known to her nose, and thankfully it was enough to overpower the scents that had come to life last night as certain activities between Denji and Asa last knight.
“I-I’m going to eat breakfast!” Asa said, pushing herself to get out of bed.. “I think Denji’s making it! I better get going!”
She fell out of bed as she tried to untangle herself from her sheets, and again once she tried to find a pair of shorts to slip on.
000
“Morning Asa,” Denji said as she walked into the kitchenette, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she went for her morning tea, which had already been prepared for her by Denji.
“Morning Denji,” Asa said with a yawn, before she looked around the main room to see it was surprisingly empty. “Where’s Nayuta? She’s usually causing a fuss this early in the morning.”
“She said she had something at school she needed to get there early for,” he said, sliding eggs and toast onto her plate. “You actually just missed her a few minutes ago.”
“Oh,” Asa said as she took the plate and sat down at the table.
Personally, Yoru was glad to miss Control. The less time they spent together, the better.
With morning pleasantries out of the way, it didn’t take too long before Denji and Asa were sitting down at the table, enjoying their meals as they watched the television and whatever news report was on. For the most part, Yoru typically didn’t care about the news, it was filled with senseless human drivel that was so far below her that she-
Something then caught her attention. “Turn that up!” she shouted, pushing Asa out of the driver’s seat.
Despite giving her a curious look, Deni complied and took hold of the remote control to turn the volume up several bars.
“Despite hopeful beginnings, the peace talks had broken down between United States and Russian delegates,” the newswoman said. “Many were hoping that these talks would lead to something productive, but sadly not even fifteen minutes in and the representatives were literally at one another’s throats, dashing any hopes of putting a stop to the America-Russian War which has, at this point, been going on for six months. The current body count between the two countries is currently estimated to be around-”
Yoru couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yoru?” Denji said, more of a confirmation than a question.
“I love war!” Yoru said with a lightness that she needed after what had just happened with Asa. “It’s so good that my power has been known once again and these two nations are ever closer to destroying one another!”
“What were they fighting over again?” Denji asked, finishing off the last of his toast. “I kind of wasn’t paying attention. Something about, I dunno, oil?”
Yoru rolled her eyes. “It’s a lot more complicated than that, but resources and how the geo-political landscape interacts with them was a major driving force of this conflict. But there are also aspects of each nation’s leaders wanting to show some level of control over one another.”
“Huh.” Denji bit into his last piece of bacon. “Sounds dumb.”
“You’re dumb!” Yoru snapped.
“Nah, what I mean is, why does everyone waste time getting into big wars like that? At least do it for something good.”
The War Devil rolled her eyes. “And what would you propose is a “good” reason to fight?”
He seemed to give it a moment of genuine thought as he leaned back in his chair. “‘Cause it’s fun.”
“That’s your answer?”
“Hell yeah! Nothing better than getting the blood pumping with a good fight!”
“At least we can agree to that.”
“I mean, if you’re gonna start a big fight, at least get involved yourself! I bet the old fucks who start these wars never fight in them themselves!”
“Of course they don’t, they’re far too cowardly to ever draw blood themselves! If you’re going to order the execution, at least be the ones who swing the axe!”
Denji leaned against the table, staring right at Yoru with a wide grin. “Pussies like that don’t even know how to throw a punch.”
Yoru also leaned against the table, with her own coy smile forming. “Unlike you?”
“At least I know how to take a hit, and I keep getting back up to hit back.”
“That’s always been one of your most annoying aspects, that you just don’t know how to stand down.” She leaned closer in. “Someone really needs to learn to keep you knocked on your back.”
Denji slightly pushed himself up out of his chair. “And who’s gonna do that? You?”
The chair slid out from her as Yoru stood up. “It might as well be me, we both know Asa is made of jelly when it comes to you.”
“Hey!” Asa yelped from the side, but was utterly ignored by her counterpart.
Denji only laughed, which made something boil inside Yoru. “I’d like to see you try for yourself.”
“Presumptions bastard,” Yoru growled.
“You got a stick up your ass,” Denji said with a grin.
The two of them held a very intense stare between them, and Asa wasn’t sure who was going to be the first one to break it.
Yoru reached over the table and grabbed Denji by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him close to her, where she caught him in a deep and heated kiss. He was caught off guard by her forwardness, but he didn’t give her a moment to enjoy this victory before he began to kiss back with his own equal passion. Their hands were desperate for one another, quickly trying to find grasp on each others body as they continued to kiss, their tongues sliding and twisting in an attempt to dominate one another, but the table between them was soon proving to be a frustrating hindrance, and so Denji was the one to separate from Yoru, but he wasted no time in walking around the table to her side, where the moment he got into range she jumped up at him, forcing him to grab hold of her as she leaped into his arms. Not a moment was wasted before she took hold of his face and shoved her tongue back down his throat.
Denji wasn’t having that, so while he and Yoru made out, he managed to lean down towards the table and using his arm, he pushed the mostly finished food and dishes off to the side, where most of it fell to the floor.
Asa wanted to scream at them about the mess on the table, grateful that they had at the very least plastic dishes, but she found herself too entranced in what they were doing to actually raise any alarm.
With the way cleared, Denji hoisted Yoru up and slammed her body on the table, it shook at the impact, but neither one of them seemed to notice or care as they were both blinded by their lust. Denji’s hand roughly grabbed Yoru's chest, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed the mound of soft flesh, while one of her hands worked itself around the back of his shirt and scratched at his neck. He pressed his body against hers, their pelvises grinding, his hardened cock against her heated core with several layers of clothes between them, and both of them wanted that gone as soon as possible.
Taking the hand that he had at her chest, and quickly slid it down her stomach, before he shoved it right into her short and down her underwear.
“Ffuck!” Yoru gasped, bucking her hips against his hand, his two fingers already inserted into him.
“You’re already wet~” he smugly said between kisses.
“Blame Asa,” she groaned, threading her fingers through his hair to pull him back if only for a moment. “She has the filthiest dreams about you.”
“Really?” He sounded amused as he began to curl his fingers inside her, causing her to squirm under him. “What did she dream about?”
Yoru could only chuckle as she brought her face up to Denji’s ear. “Something nasty, but I’ll let you imagine what that was exactly.” She then lightly nibbled on it, while the other hand reached down between his own legs and grabbed his dick through his shorts. He gave a grunt as she firmly held it, giving it a few strokes which caused him to groan under her touch, but he already had a head start as his fingers pressed against her clit.
“Fuck this,” he grunted as pulled hand out of her shorts, but not before reaching to her hips, grabbing the edge of her shorts and underwear, and after a few frantic, and unfocused pulls, he managed to yank them down her legs, where she quickly kicked them off. While he did this she worked on his shorts, and he was soon similarly undressed as well with them pooling around his ankles as he pulled her towards him just enough that her ass was only halfway on the table. With the obstacle of clothing removed, Yoru pulled herself up to him and trapped him into another kiss while her hand dipped down to his cock, her palm soon becoming wet with his precum. With some minor adjustments she managed to angle it at her core, and he needed little prompting to push himself forward, and his turgid cock pierced her inner heat.
They both shuddered at the sensation of the warm and wet contact, and soon he was pulling back back, before slamming in again. Yoru’s body rocked against the table, causing it to slide and scrap against the floor, but the movements and sounds went ignored in their desires to rut. They each dedicated a hand to keeping themselves onto the table, Denji’s hand flat against the surface while Yoru held onto the edge, while their others had grabbed onto one another, her had clawed at his shoulder while he gripped at her asscheek.
“Gonna cum yet-” Yoru grunted between kisses, holding him closer to her.
“Not even close,” he groaned, kneading her ass.
The truth of it is that they were both desperate to reach their own respective climaxes, and were doing their best to resist their urges to cum in order to outlast one another.
Deciding that she had already gotten close enough, Yoru took both hands and firmly grabbed Denji by the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before throwing it off to the side. She then pulled him onto her so that they were both on the table, but before he could comfortably settle situation back into their established rhythm she was quick to roll them over so that he was on his back with her on top, where after a quick, triumphant glance down at him, took her own shirt and threw it way.
They had almost rolled off the table, but neither one noticed or cared.
Without losing a beat they continued where they left off, Yoru grinding her hips into Denji, relishing in the new angle at it allowed his cock to reach in places it hadn’t before, briefly holding herself above him, her hands supporting her up at his chest, before she brought herself back down to him. She held onto him, as he held onto her, as they fucked on the table, their bodies grinding and pounding even more to the point the table was starting to creak under their movements. Wet slaps filled the kitchen, the preluding fluid from their joining making a mess on the table below them.
“Cum you fucking bastard,” Yoru growled as she bit bit his shoulder, and attempts to pull back were ceased by Denji’s hold on the back of her head, but she had her own form of retaliation in the form of clawing at the back of his head and arms.
“Not until you do, you crazy bitch!” he grunted, trying to struggle against Yoru’s grip, but she managed to pull herself away from him, if only for a moment, and seeing the opportunity dove back in for another kiss. Once again they exchanged spit as their tongues wrestled one another, and they fought to find themselves the dominant one in this situation, though the seconds passed on in a frenzied blur of heated passions and no victory had yet to be achieved as they continued on.
They both came, loud grunts and groans came from their mouths as their bodies shook and shuddered against one another, and the result of their joint orgasms spurted out of Yoru’s cunt and onto the table, creating a sticky mess on the fake wooden surface. The last few pumps and grinds of their bodies died off, signaling the end of their session, and the two of them laid there in their mess, all of their previous energy and desire to move spent in the final throes of passion.
Laying on the table, with Yoru laying her head on Denji’s chest, the two were content to bask in one another’s presence, and she took a moment to gently stroke her fingers through his hair.
“I blame Asa for this,” she said with a soft pur. “But I have to admit I think I love you as well.”
“Well, I love you two too,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’m still going to turn you into a weapon one day.”
“Really?”
“Yes, just not today.”
Meanwhile, having experienced Yoru’s physical sensations, Asa found it hard to stand, but even in this state couldn’t help but think about the mess.
She wasn’t cleaning this up.
000
Meanwhile, a number of blocks away, Nayuta wanted to bleach her eyes. She had forgotten a bag of snacks at the apartment, and thus had sent an enthralled rat to go and retrieve them, but when it had managed to get its way into the apartment it, as by their connection she had seen much more than she had originally wanted to ever see in her life.
Maybe she’ll stay out later than she usually did, give them plenty of time to clean up their disgusting mess.
Either way, she’s never using that table again.