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Had she been at it for long enough? Surely she had, right? The handful of times they’d used it thus far, Ena had a bit of a trigger-happy streak with this particular toy, emptying it the second the urge hit. This wasn’t particularly conducive to having sex that stayed good for more than a few minutes, so today was an exercise in patience and moderation. This time, she’d started with the pump laid next to her rather than in her hand— no temptation for her, thank you! She was going to make this feel good, really good, for both her and Mizuki. She was going to redeem herself!
It felt like it was finally time to use this toy for its intended purpose. Slowing down the rocking of her hips to allow herself a little brainpower for multitasking, Ena removed one hand from Mizuki’s waist, feeling around for the pump. She quickly made contact with the tube that connected it to the dildo hanging from her hips, and ran her hand along it until she reached her prize. Positioning her thumb over the plunger, she dragged her hips backward, giggling as Mizuki tensed up, gripping the blanket beneath her with a whine of anticipation.
Though her thumb itched to slam down on the pump and blow half of the dildo’s contents in one go, she resisted temptation. She was going to savor this, no matter how much the little devil on her shoulder wanted her to give in. Pressing down ever-so-lightly, she rolled her hips forward, sliding the toy back in as she delivered the appetizer for what was to come. The fact that she’d barely squeezed anything out had no bearing on the strength of Mizuki’s reaction; she squealed in bliss, her arms momentarily giving out, leading to an unceremonious faceplant.
Mizuki said something, but the thick fabric in the way of her mouth rendered her incomprehensible. Ena snorted, leaning forward to tousle her girlfriend’s hair. “Mizuki, you realize I can’t understand you?”
With some difficulty, Mizuki raised her head, glancing back at Ena through wild, desperate eyes. “Mm… said it feels good, feels really good. More? Pleeease, Ena??”
So needy already… Mizuki was so cute. The cutest girl in the world, even. This cuteness made it incredibly hard for Ena to not immediately give her anything she wanted, but she forced herself to resist, to savor the moment, to not immediately plow her girlfriend into the mattress. She pulled halfway out, tilting her head, dropping the pump and giggling behind her newly-free hand.
“Just one little squirt makes you feel that good, love?”
“Mhm!” Mizuki nodded emphatically. “‘S soooo good. Wanna have your babies…”
“Ohh, really~?” Ena’s voice was animated, patronizing, as if she were responding to a talkative pet. “You want me to breed you?”
The effect this tone had on Mizuki was instant; she melted like putty, giggling like an idiot in lieu of replying. She wiggled her hips, trying her best to scoot back, to get even a little bit more of the toy back inside her.
“ Hey.” With a sharp smack to her ass, Ena snapped Mizuki out of her trance. “How about we use our words?”
For a moment, Ena really wasn’t sure if Mizuki was up to fulfilling her request. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed beyond belief, and she spent a good few seconds just staring dumbly, hungrily at the hand that had hit her. Then, she swallowed thickly, quietly half-slurring-half-sobbing out her best attempt at speech. “I wan’… I wanna be bred, please, need you now, please, Ena…!”
Well, since she asked so nicely… Ena stuffed the toy back in, leaning forward to drape herself over Mizuki’s back, shivering as her erect nipples dragged against her girlfriend’s supple skin. She tilted her head, getting as close to Mizuki’s ear as she could, her volume dropping to a whisper. “How many babies do you wanna have?”
“Oh, don’ make me do math righ’now, Ena…” Mizuki whined, clutching at the blankets for dear life. “‘M too stupid for that… Want as many as I can have, s’that good enough?”
As she idly ground her hips against Mizuki’s ass, Ena hummed, as if she were seriously contemplating whether that was satisfactory. “As many as you can have, huh…?”
With a groan, Mizuki nodded, shooting Ena her most pleading look.
“Yeah, I think we can do that.” Ena straightened up a little, pulling halfway out again, taking the pump in her hands once more.
She started with slow, experimental thrusts, seeking the angle that would brush against Mizuki’s prostate just right. It wasn’t hard to find; the low “mmnf, fucking shit, Ena—! ” Mizuki let out made it known that she’d succeeded.
More purposeful movement followed; strong, rhythmic bucking of Ena’s hips that drew noise after noise from her girlfriend. She gasped, whined, squealed at Ena’s ministrations, one shaky hand disappearing beneath her to play with her clit. As soon as it did, Ena deemed it the perfect time to give her what she wanted, muttering a “You’re gonna have the prettiest babies, Mizuki…” as she pressed down on the pump.
Mizuki pressed her face into the mattress just in time to muffle the scream that resulted. Her body tensed up, her legs shook— was that all it took to get her to cum? Cute…
Ena chuckled, offering some mercy in the form of a short lapse in her thrusts, leaning forward again and craning her neck to press a kiss to Mizuki's. She chuckled, her mouth mere millimeters from her girlfriend’s nape, relishing how she twisted and shivered at the sensation. A hot, damp whisper amplified her reaction tenfold; “You might pass out before you're good and full.”
“Don't care,” Mizuki grunted, lifting her head slightly. Then, softer, “You can keep going if I do, ‘kay?”
“Of course, baby.” Ena's voice was slow, honey-sweet, and she definitely wasn't dragging her words out to give herself a few extra milliseconds to readjust the pump that had been steadily slipping out of her grasp. She punctuated her words (with a bit of delay, though Mizuki was far beyond the point of caring) with a gratuitous squirt, resulting in another squeal, and what she could only assume was a gush of choice expletives a moment later, when Mizuki returned to smushing her face into the bed.
A few lazy thrusts, and then, “Whateeever you want, sweet girl.” This, too, was marked by her thumb's enthusiastic press of the pump, but Mizuki's reaction was lacking this time— not a negative reaction, by any means, but Ena had come to expect a little more than the little whine she was given.
Did she need to change her angle? Did Mizuki need a break?? Before she could waste any more time overthinking all possible conclusions, she decided instead to look to the source of her worries. Again, she straightened up, stroking the small of Mizuki's back with her thumb. “Baby, is something up?”
Mizuki took a moment to come up with a reply, eventually settling on turning her head just barely enough to free her mouth, and offering a “Uhhuh, yeah, my clit. Feels so good, Enanan…”
Ena snorted, but quickly shifted back to being concerned, frowning as she pulled out slightly. “Okay… Sorry, I just— When you didn't react as much as I thought you would to that last squirt, I thought maybe—”
Mizuki interrupted her with an inquisitive hum, tilting her head as well as she could, given her current position. “I felt like tha’ was a pretty normal noise to make for a squirt that small, though?”
Small? Nothing about that should've been small, but surely she hadn't already— 10ml wasn't that little, right? There was no way she'd already exhausted the dildo's capacity, surely. Surely!
She pressed the pump again. “Mizuki, did you feel anything just now?”
“Mmno, I don’ think so.”
Ena sucked in a breath through her teeth. “Okay, cool. So I need to pull out for a minute.”
“Why?!” Mizuki whined, utterly outraged.
“Baby, it's empty, we need to reload— here's hoping I've gotten good enough at doing that for it to not take forever this time.”
Mizuki pouted. “Jeez, already? ‘M not even close to full… Maybe we gotta look into toys that hold a li'l more.”
“Yeah, I think you might be right… Especially if you intend to keep being such a greedy cum whore.”
Mizuki giggled dumbly at this, a welcome reprieve from the minor annoyance at hand. Ena dropped the pump, grabbing Mizuki's waist at either side. “Okay, I'm gonna pull out now. You ready?”
“No!” Mizuki huffed. “What kinda question is that? I'll never be ready… Want you to stay in me foreeever.”
Cute. Mizuki was so cute, cute enough that Ena seriously considered obliging her request. Also cute, however, was the whining, thrashing, near-tears Mizuki that a fully-loaded strap brought to life, and Ena really wanted to see a bit more of her.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a needy little thing, you know that? Let me rephrase— are you as ready as you can be?”
Mizuki sighed dramatically. “Fiiine, I guess.”