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“M-Madoka…”
“Uh-uh, that’s not what you call me, sweetheart,” Madoka gently corrected her with a tap on the nose. “What do we say?”
Homura’s face flushed bright red. “Mommy…”
Madoka smiled. Her little girl was just SO cute!
“What do you want, baby?” she asked, cupping Homura’s cheek in one hand.
Homura dipped her head. “I want…”
“Come on,” coaxed Madoka. “Tell me what you want.”
“Can I have a kiss?” asked Homura in a tiny voice.
Madoka melted. “Oh baby, of course.”
She kissed Homura, who made a kittenish noise and clung to her.
Too cute, too cute!
After a long, deep kiss, Madoka pulled away. Homura tried to chase her tongue, and Madoka had to gently push her back into her seat.
“Alright baby, that’s enough,” Madoka chided her gently. “It’s time for your cage check. Open your legs up and show Mommy your clit, okay?”
Blushing cutely, Homura obeyed.
Her cock was hard and dripping, straining at the pale blue plastic cage it was trapped in.
“Aww, poor little thing,” cooed Madoka. “How long has it been since I last let you cum?”
“I think it’s been a week,” murmured Homura, not quite able to meet her eyes.
“And how do you feel?” asked Madoka. “Are you getting desperate yet?”
“No,” said Homura stubbornly, but her voice cracked a little.
Madoka smirked. “Then I suppose you won’t mind if I leave it locked for a long time, huh?”
Homura quickly realized her mistake. “No, no, please! I’d really like to get unlocked soon, Mommy, please.”
Madoka giggled. “Don’t panic, love. You’ll have a chance to get unlocked today, in fact.”
Homura’s cock twitched visibly.
“Thank you!” she gasped, starry-eyed.
“But you’re going to have to earn it,” Madoka said sternly.
She reached down to undo her belt and pulled her skirt and panties down.
Madoka was never going to get over the look of absolute adoration Homura gave her body. No matter how often they had sex, and no matter how kinky it got, Homura always reacted like she was getting her first glimpse at something divine.
“Come here and give Mommy some kisses,” she said, opening her legs up for her girlfriend-pet.
Homura shuffled forward and pressed her face eagerly between Madoka’s thighs.
Madoka sighed happily at the feeling of a slick, hot tongue sliding between her labia.
He pet was so gentle and polite when she was allowed to eat her out. She kissed her vulva as softly and lovingly as she would her mouth.
Madoka ran a hand through her long, silky black hair, and pulled up a bundle to grasp gently in her fist, urging her forward. “Good girl. There’s my good girl.”
Homura moaned into her cunt and suckled, massaging her labia and delicately licking over the hidden bud of her clit.
Madoka wouldn’t cum from this, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that being so lovingly worshiped by her pet’s tongue made her feel like a goddess.
Homura pressed her lips together and suckled, until sparks shot up Madoka’s thighs to tingle pleasantly at the crown of her head.
She was so lost in her duty that when Madoka finally nudged her back, she whined and tried to nose forward like a dog being denied a treat.
“Not stopping you, love,” she reassured her. “Just giving you the other side.”
She turned around and leaned forward a little, spreading her legs to give Homura access to her ass. “I didn’t wash this morning- just for you, sweetheart.”
Homura dove in immediately with a grateful, piggish grunt.
She burrowed her face between Madoka’s cheeks and licked eagerly, her tongue probing the tight little pucker of Madoka’s anus.
Madoka sighed happily, wiggling her toes and feeling herself clench and relax under the gentle ministrations of her beloved pet.
By the time she finally emerged, Homura had several curly black hairs stuck to her lips, and a dazed look on her flushed face.
Madoka cupped her face in both hands and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Was that fun, love?”
“Yes,” whispered Homura, blessing her with a soft little smile.
“Do you want to have even more fun?” Madoka gently picked the pubic hairs off of her face. “How would you like to fuck me today?”
Homura’s eyes widened. “Really?!”
‘So cute!’ Madoka squished her cheeks. “Yes, baby. Do you want to?”
“Of course I do!” Homura looked up at her with all the love and trust in the world. “Thank you, Mommy!”
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A few minutes later, Homura was pouting as Madoka fixed a large strapon over her chastity cage.
“I’m sorry, I know that was a mean trick,” said Madoka. “But you’re ADORABLE when you’re frustrated.”
“I’m still mad,” Homura groused. “I really, really, REALLY want to get unlocked, Madoka- Mommy.”
“I know, and I PROMISE it will be soon,” Madoka reassured her.
“But not today?” Homura gazed sadly up at her.
Madoka suppressed the urge to give in to those sweet puppydog eyes.
“Not today, love.” She gently stroked the hair out of Homura’s face. “You want to be a good girl for Mommy, don’t you?”
Homura deflated slightly. “Of course I do.”
“Then will you let me use you as a dildo?” Madoka tweaked her strap. “You are my favorite dildo, after all.”
She saw the moment when Homura’s resistance melted completely. “Yes, Mommy, of course. I love being your dildo.”
Madoka gave her a long, sweet kiss that had her squirming in place by the time she pulled away.
“Now sit back so mommy can ride you.”
Homura sat back obediently, spreading her legs so that the big candy-pink dildo on her strap could bounce up invitingly.
It was a little more than six inches long, curved up at the end to press into someone’s G spot, with lovely little nubs all down the shaft.
Madoka liked Homura’s cock just fine. But it stuck straight out, and Homura had the tendency to either ejaculate very quickly, or lose her erections from nerves, so she could rarely make Madoka cum with it.
This was better for both of them, honestly. Madoka got to cum on a hard dick, and Homura… got to be good for her.
Madoka threw one leg over homura’s lap, carefully positioning herself so she could spear herself down to hilt in one fluid motion.
She moaned as the dildo ground deep into her. “Ohhh… that’s perfect.”
“Mommy,” Homura whimpered. “That… that kinda hurts.”
“It’s okay baby,” said Madoka, swiveling her hips. “Just let me-“
She started to bounce in place, throwing her head back as pleasure began to crackle up her body.
“Ah, ah, AH!” Homura yelped with each bounce. “Mommy, you’re crushing my balls!”
Madoka’s cunt throbbed.
“I know, I know,” she panted. “Can you endure it for Mommy?”
Homura whined, but she nodded, her expression pinched.
“So good for me,” Madoka panted, fucking herself on the big fake cock. “My good little girl.”
Homura buried her face into her bouncing tits and held on for dear life.
Madoka paid her very little mind outside of a stable mooring point as she chased her own orgasm, spearing herself over and over with that gorgeous nubbed cock.
Her baby was such a good piece of furniture, even if she did whine about it.
Madoka grew wetter and hotter the longer she rode, gasping and moaning softly as she was driven closer and closer to her edge.
Homura bore up admirably, clinging to her with trembling arms.
She was visibly trying not to lose control, biting her lip and hitching her shoulders up to hold in her complaints.
But a few more minutes, and she broke, whimpering out little puppyish sobs.
“Mommyyy…” she whined, tears welling up in her eyes. “Mommy, I wanna CUM.”
Madoka’s cunt clenched hard.
“Awww, my poor baby.”
She leaned down until her mouth was inches away from Homura’s. “You wanna cum?”
Homura nodded desperately.
“How does it feel?” Madoka traced her thumb across Homura’s bottom lip. “Do your balls ache? Are they full?”
“They’re so full, Mommy,” Homura sobbed. The tears started to track down her cheeks. “They keep clenching and it HURTS.”
Fuck, her little stifled cries were making Madoka’s clit PULSE.
Her baby was so, so pretty when she cried.
“I bet it’s a little leaky faucet down there,” Madoka cooed, kissing her baby on the cheek, the bridge of her nose, the earlobe. “It’s crying just as hard as you.”
“Please,” Homura cried. “Please Mommy, I wanna cum, I wanna cum….”
“Oh sweetheart.” Madoka gave her a soft, sweet kiss on the mouth.
She put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, smiling down at her as she ground her hips down.
“You know you’re not gonna cum today,” she said gently.
Homura stared at her in shock for a moment.
Then her face screwed up and she started to really cry, deep hitching sobs from the bottom of her chest.
That was more than enough to tip Madoka over into a massive, toe-curling orgasm.
She wrapped her arms around Homura, crushing her to her chest as she twitched and shuddered through it.
The two of them clung to each other, Homura sobbing and Madoka crying out in overwhelmed pleasure.
Finally, Madoka slumped forward, exhausted.
Homura propped her up, grunting softly as her Mommy’s entire weight rested on her poor aching testicles.
“I love you,” Madoka murmured, sleepy after her massive climax.
“Love you too, Mommy,” Homura sniffled.
Madoka stroked her pretty hair and kissed her face. “Even when I’m mean to you?”
Homura hid her face in her breasts. “Especially when you’re mean,” she said, muffled and shy.
Madoka grinned and nuzzled into her. “That’s my good girl.”