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Another day of training, conversing, and showing off his unmatched pride and good looks. TM Opera O was truly the Uma fit to be king of the castle (or academy). His boastful stance, dashing looks, and not to mention his uplifting personality that many simply adored. Though, even kings have someone to answer to; A being that surpasses their pride and commanding presence. In Opera's case, that was the one and only Fuji Kiseki. She was all anyone could ever ask for when it came to looks, confidence, and getting what she wanted. It wasn't a surprise that she took a liking to Opera. There was just something so satisfying about being able to establish dominance over someone as proud and dazzling as him. Soon after meeting, Opera developed a sort of longing for Fuji's presence. For awhile now they'd been a fling, but Opera began to want more. He wanted to be more than just someone who Fuji could hit up for a quick hook-up. He wanted to actually have an intimate, serious relationship. Though he had no clue if Fuji felt the same.
Just as Opera was walking off to the dormitory to think his feelings over, he felt something grab at him. A firm hand on his shoulder yanked Opera around a dark area behind one of the buildings, nice and away from where everyone else was. The self-proclaimed kink didn't even need to turn around to know whose hand had taken such a strong hold on him. It was, of course, Fuji Kiseki. The one who secretly turned the king of the track into the pet that obeyed her every command like the divine figure she was to him. Overwhelming, overpowering, and always in control.
"Where were you off to my little plaything?" Her voice drew Opera in as always, his heart beginning to beat faster.
"Uhm, Fuji I-"
A quick yank on Opera's tail made the poor thing yelp and go quiet.
"That's not how you address your superior. Try again," Her sultry voice commanded.
"S-sorry, Mistress.."
A smirk formed on Fuji's face.
"Better. Now strip for me."
Opera's face went red, glancing around nervously which was quite unusual for someone like him. Right now, the king felt more like the court jester to be toyed with. His heart wanted to leap out of his chest. The original plan was to confess to Fuji, to explain that he wanted something more. But he couldn't muster up the strength to do it, to halt what was going on now. He wanted to address this yearning he felt, the grips of which continued to claw away at his sanity day after day. Instead, he resigned as he stripped away the remainder of his clothing, only left in some measly undergarments covering his obviously soaked pussy as well as his iconic crown. It was quite the pathetic state, exactly how Fuji liked her playthings.
"Good boy. I think today you've earned, only a small bit of me to grace your dirty little vessel~" Fuji whispered, now shoving her knee up into Opera's crotch. That simple action kept Opera pinned to the wall, legs shaking as he whimpered out from the rough treatment. His goddess began to move her leg in slow circles, one of her hands suddenly grabbing hold of his luscious orange hair and tugging it back. With his neck exposed, Fuji leaned down, her mouth close to that delicate area. Opera could feel her hot breath, with a sudden pain causing him to yelp and fall deeper into his superior's clutches. Fuji's tongue swiftly covered the mark she'd left, soothing the stinging feeling.
Opera felt so pathetic, as he often did in Fuji's presence. It only worsened each time he failed to speak up about how he felt. The proud Uma could only struggle against the harsh pleasures his goddess bestowed upon him. The poor thing could already feel his climax getting closer and closer, pathetically trying to hump against Fuji's knee to finish. Reaching far beyond what he was allowed. His mistress could easily tell how needy he was, and suddenly stopped her movements, choosing to pin the king turned pet in place instead.
"I get to decide how fast we go, not you my little pet~" Fuji muttered, making another harsh and painful mark on Opera's neck. He reacted even more preciously, barely able to stand on his own. The goddess' precious little toy would've fallen like a ton of bricks if his goddess wasn't there to do the heavy lifting.
After forcing Opera to stop humping, Fuji decided to get her hands dirtier, sticking one beneath the now drenched undergarments to shove two fingers into his hot core. Opera immediately keeled over, moaning even louder with eyes tearing up too at the assault on his dripping cunt. He couldn't help it if anyone else saw, but at the same time he wanted to stop, not the sexual encounters but to tell Fuji how he really felt about her. Though now the only thing going through his mind was how intense her fingering was getting, those digits stuffing him before curling in and hitting all the right spots.
By now Opera was a complete mess, Fuji adding a third finger and her teeth assaulting his chest with harsh bites around his nipples was just too much. In one final cry, the king went limp as he came, climaxing and his eyes rolling up. Fuji caught him before he hit the ground, sliding her fingers out of the poor thing and licking them clean.
With a sly smile, Fuji partially dressed Opera back up just enough before carrying the poor king back to his dormitory. She set him down in the shower, turning it on for him and departing with nothing but a kiss on the lips and a pat on the head for being so good. Opera weakly tried to get her attention, his heart still burning and yearning for her, but to no avail. Fuji turned to give one last remark before she left.
"You're always so fun to play with, pet. I hope you don't lose sight of where you belong; Right in the palm of my hands~"