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"Pipiru-piru-piru-pipiru-pii!" Dokuro's angelic voice chanted, twirling. Her Excalibolg spun with her as she did, resurrecting Sakura back to life. The state of the room beforehand was gruesome and bloody, walls painted with Sakura's crimson blood— The scent was fresh and still lingering, metallic and warm.
"Ah, I'm so sorry Sakura-kun!" Dokuro gripped Sakura by his shoulders, shaking him back and forth. It took Sakura a second or two to get his bearings together, coming back to Earth as Dokuro's shaking became more violent. "Dokuro-chan! How many times do I have to tell you, being bludgeoned hurts!" Sakura whisper-yelled, his tone suggesting that he was agitated. His voice was raspy as he got up, brushing Dokuro's hands off him.
Dokuro had an exaggerated look of desperation on her face, her face pouting, lower lip jutting out as she tugged Sakura's sleeve. "Sakura-kuuuuuuuun! I promise it won't happen again!" she whined, giving her best puppy eyes. She knew Sakura couldn't stay mad at her for long— After all, she could really kill him if she wanted to. But that wasn't her intention; she was quite fond of him. "Ahha… Why don't I make you feel better, Sakura-kun?"
Sakura had to pause. His mind was beaming with perverse curiosity at Dokuro's tone, but he held back. Any sudden moves from him could overwhelm Dokuro and cause her to bludgeon him again. Dokuro leaned in closer, her lips barely grazing against Sakura's. Sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, the atmosphere getting hotter- and not because of how bloody it was. Dokuro's hands found their way around Sakura's waist.
Sakura's cheeks flushed a cherry red. And he closed his eyes, expecting a kiss. This was his first kiss, and his first kiss would be with the angel who'd killed him multiple times. Dokuro's lips were soft as they pressed against Sakura's, but that was to be expected; Dokuro had a very nice face and body.
Dokuro's slim fingers began to squeeze and dig into Sakura's rear, making the boy yelp in surprise. She giggled in delight, slipping her cold hand underneath Sakura's shirt and pulling it up to reveal his lower torso. Her nails raked over the smooth and exposed skin. She kneeled before Sakura and began to kiss every part of him.
She started with his stomach, peppering gentle kisses and nips. Her hands held Sakura's hips like handlebars, nails leaving crescent-shaped dents in their wake. Dokuro smiled against Sakura's underbelly, and it felt surprisingly intimate. Sakura's hands shakily fisted onto Dokuro's hair, making sure to go around her halo— It was razor sharp, and Sakura didn't want to accidentally cut himself while he was feeling so boneless.
Dokuro continued her worship, now darting her tongue out and licking Sakura's hips. He let out an embarrassing noise of pleasure, Dokuro's warm tongue gliding over his thin body. He was pretty scrawny and flat; he didn’t have much muscle or power, which was why it was hard to stop Dokuro. Dokuro giggled once more, using her teeth to pull Sakura's pants down. "D- Dokuro-chan, are you sure about this?"
Sakura was nervous. It was moving a little fast, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to lose his virginity yet. He was saving himself for Shizuki, but then again, Dokuro didn't care. Dokuro shrugged, she slipped her hands against Sakura’s boxers, and pulled them down to his knees. She gasped, an eager smile on her face as Sakura's cock jutted out. She poked the tip of Sakura's cock with her finger, watching a bead of pre-cum already start to form. Sakura had no patience. "Ah! It's so cute! But…"
"It's smaller than I expected." Dokuro teased him. Sakura sputtered a little, clearly taken aback and embarrassed. "I- It's average. I'm not hung like the average male protagonist, this isn't some hentai…" He argued against her, his face contorted into an adorable pout that almost resembled Dokuro's one at the start, despite it being out of anger rather than desperation this time around. Or maybe both?
Dokuro sighed. She knew if she didn't make a move on him now, that they would probably be going back and forth for a long time. She opened her mouth slightly and stuck her tongue out just barely. Her warmth, wet cavern wrapped around Sakura's cockhead perfectly, almost like she was made for him.
Sakura bit back the hitch in his breath, eyes widening and grip on Dokuro's hair tightening. Dokuro slid more of Sakura's cock into her mouth, her gag reflex nonexistent. Her hand wrapped around the half of Sakura's cock that wasn't inside her mouth, stroking it as she sucked on the rest. Sakura grit his teeth, feeling the pleasure burst through his veins to the tips of his fingers and feet. It felt heavenly, and it seemed to drain all the stress out of him fully.
Dokuro's tongue swirled on top of the tip and teased the slit. She pulled off completely with a wet pop and began to lick the underside, the tip of her finger moving to rub tight circles on Sakura's cockhead. After a while of coating Sakura's cock with her spit, she pulled away completely and brought both her thumbs on either gland of Sakura's cock— Rubbing and stroking harshly. Sakura was in overstimulated bliss up until this point, and as soon as Dokuro's nail dug into his gland, even if slightly, he spurted a hot stream of cum. It hit Dokuro's lips, and she licked it. "Hm… It tastes really salty."
It was a thin stream, but that was to be expected. They were still young, after all. Dokuro used the back of her hand to wipe the excess cum off and give a final rough squeeze to Sakura's cock, letting it go. She was still on her knees. She unbuttoned her top and pushed a couple of strands of her hair out of her face. Dokuro's fingers rubbed tight circles on Sakura's slit, squeezing out all he had left to give her. Her finger was sticky.
Once there was enough of that gluey substance on her fingertips, she rubbed her fingertips together and slid her hand near to Sakura's ass. Sakura felt a wave of confusion wash over him. "Dokuro-chan?" He whispered meekly. It wasn't like he was trying to stop her; he just wanted to know what she was up to. Dokuro, however, shushed him. Her finger slid in between Sakura's cheeks, and he let out a surprised yelp.
"A- Aha!" The noise was pathetic and wimpy. Dokuro laughed out loud, finding it funny how absolutely adorable Sakura sounded. Her finger pressed against Sakura's dry entrance— and up until this point, Sakura knew what was coming for him. He braced himself. "I… I don't really wanna do it, there, you know?" Sakura murmured, hoping Dokuro would cut him some slack. But just like always, she didn't.
"Sakura-kun, if you really think I'm letting you dominate me… You must be even more stupid than I imagined." Dokuro 'tsk-ed' at him, clicking her tongue and rolling her eyes. Since her finger was already slightly lubricated with the precum from Sakura's dick, she slid her finger in with no worries. It was tight, warm, and it spread a numb sensation throughout Sakura's body. The sensation was uncomfortable at first, his muscles contracting without his consent. She gave him a couple of seconds to get used to the feeling before her finger slowly moved in and out.
The precum from before was quickly fading and not enough to keep things smooth. After a couple more finger thrusts, the burn started to kick in and Sakura shifted uncomfortably, and with a little pain. His hands knotted Dokuro's hair and his knees naturally started to buck. "D- Dokuro-chan, ah… It's really starting to burn— Ngh!" The complaint, even if it was small, only fueled Dokuro's sadistic urges and made her push her fingers deeper.
That, however, made Sakura harder. Even if his body didn't realize it, or his mind was going against it, his dick still got harder. He was now half-hard and desperately tugging at Dokuro's hair while she rimmed him. Dokuro's finger started to speed up; instead of slow, deep, sensual thrusts, her finger moved back and forth quickly. As she pulled her finger completely out, she pressed her middle and ring fingers beside each other before slamming back in, making Sakura let out a shaky gasp. His eyes widened, and he whined lowly. It was drawn out.
Dokuro's fingers continued to plunge in and out of the tight, less-than-wet heat. The initial dryness shifted to a more damp state, but not as wet as Dokuro would like. After thrusting back in a couple more times, she came with a different approach. Her finger curled so she could rub Sakura's walls. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath; this action definitely felt a lot more stimulating and gentle than the rough thrusting.
Sakura melted into the sensation, going a little limp against Dokuro's body as she worked his entrance open. When she deemed him stretched out enough, she pushed him back onto the ground. His back hit the wooden floor of his bedroom with a soft thud. Dokuro grabbed her Excalibolg, spinning it around and turning her clothes into sexy pink lingerie. It was frilly, girly, and with ruffles at the ends. It made her look like a doll.
In her cute little dress, Dokuro immediately got in between his legs, her cleavage up in his face. Sakura, being the pervert he was, admired the view, cheeks tainted red. His fingers itched to grab the soft flesh and squeeze to his heart's content…
Dokuro, however, had different plans. Once she had noticed Sakura staring at her chest, she squeaked. A light pink hue washed over her face, and she pushed back away from him, pointing her Excalibolg at him. Alarm bells went off in Sakura's head, and he held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, you can't possibly bludgeon me right now! Just look at the position we're in— And you initiated all of this, might I add!" He rebutted, tone coming out more scared than defensive.
Dokuro tilted her head, innocent eyes wide and looking down at Sakura. "Bludgeon you? No, silly! I'm gonna try putting this inside you!"
A long pause. The silence was deafening. Sakura was trying to wrap his head around what Dokuro had just said. She couldn't have been serious, right? This had to have been some kind of a joke, the thing was way too big— and pointy to actually go in. It would tear Sakura apart from the inside. "Hahaha… You had me there for a second." He brushed it off.
This only amused Dokuro. She held her bat and spun it, turning it into a smaller and 'gentler' object. The spikes were much duller now, almost like the type you'd see at the sex toy shop, a 'bumpy' dildo. Sakura looked dumbfounded, he wasn't nearly stretched enough to take something so big and with things protruding from it. He was a first timer too, but as always, Dokuro didn't care. If anything, it fueled her sadistic urges once more!
She held him down by the waist, moving herself so she was standing on her knees. With her now smaller and duller bat, she magically conjured up a harness for the 'dildo'. She strapped the equipment onto her waist, covering her panties which was very disappointing to Sakura. She then attached the now dildo bat onto her o-ring, making sure it was secure. He absentmindedly spread his legs further, as much as he could with his pants pooled around his knees.
Dokuro pulled Sakura's pants completely off him. She hooked his legs on her shoulders and pinned him. She was breathing a little heavily above him, which sent a surge of heat through Sakura. The scene was primal, and Sakura almost felt like he was put in a mating-press. His hands shakily clawed at the floor, desperately trying to find something to grip on— But to no avail, his fingers slid right off. Dokuro laughed once more at his wimpy behavior. "Sakura-kun, I swear you are just too cute sometimes!"
"I can't tell if I feel bad about how hard I'm going to go on you, or if I want to go even harder…" Dokuro purred into his right ear, her warm breath hitting his lobe. He was at a loss for words. All he could do was whimper in response and pray Dokuro would grant him some mercy.
Sakura counted down slowly from 10 in his mind, the dildo slipped past his entrance multiple times and Dokuro was growing annoyed. She nailed him with one hand even harder onto the floor, using her free one to hold his hip in a bruising grip. She lifted him up slightly and slammed in. She was expecting it to slide past again, but it actually went in; the sudden pain and discomfort of being split open made Sakura scream.
"DOKURO-CHAN!" His voice cracked, his eyes squeezing shut as his entire body trembled. The bumpy ridges of the strap-on added even more pain-pleasure to the already overflowing sensations. Dokuro let out a soft gasp of her own, surprised by herself and Sakura for not crying on the spot. "Ah, sorry again, Sakura-kun… I wasn't expecting it to actually go in." She argued in her defence.
It took them both a short amount of time to get used to the feeling. Dokuro was kind enough to give him some time to get used to it, which he was ever so grateful for. Then, she started with slow thrusts. Each thrust was deep and short, Dokuro buried her face into the crook of Sakura's neck, breathing in his scent while she took his anal virginity. As much as Sakura hated to admit it, the fucking was starting to feel nice.
Dokuro's pace quickened and she started to pound into Sakura, each thrust leaving him more breathless than the last. Dokuro's strap-on reached depths he didn't even know the male biology had, the rigid edges scraping his delicate, untouched walls deliciously. His eyes started to water and he lazily started to push back against Dokuro's fake cock, needing more. Dokuro hummed, satisfied. "Good boy, Sakura-kun! Who knew you'd be such a slut? But then again, I expect nothing more from a pervert like you!"
She teased him, hoping it would annoy him— But this time, it only made Sakura harder. The mocking words that he had heard countless times before went straight to his core. He was a pervert at heart, and if being a pervert meant getting fucked by Dokuro like this every day, then so be it. He knew his ass would hate him for this, but he didn't care. He let out a string of soft, weak moans. Dokuro blushed at that. Despite her sadistic tendencies and teasing behavior, seeing Sakura so vulnerable and putty-like in her hands made her love him even more.
The feeling of love and lust bubbled inside her, rushing through her veins. She thrusted in and out even harder, his hips a blur of motion and her face red tinted. Sakura yelped, now holding onto his tighter. His knees were pressed against his chest as Dokuro drilled inside him. He whined and mewled, he figured this was feeling just as good for her as it was for him. The base of the dildo was probably rubbing against her mound. "Y- You're so good..! So, so good!"
She panted against him, taking his lips into a deep kiss before he could even respond. It wasn't like he could respond anyway, every time he tried to speak he'd melt into a puddle of muffled moans. She swallowed each whimper he let out, her tongue darting out and tangling with his. She wanted to kiss him until he was breathless, until she was breathless, until they both were full of each other, until there was more of his saliva in her mouth and her saliva in his mouth.
As she kissed him, her hips still continued their punishing rhythm. She drilled into his most intimate depths, a lewd slapping noise filling the room. Her hand snaked down and wrapped around his throbbing erection, stroking out of sync with her thrusts. This only made Sakura throw his head back, the unevenness of everything making his head spin. It was unpredictable, and that made it all the more better.
Her fingers wrapped and stroked it with expertise, thumb swiping over the slit on the tip. Sakura couldn't take anymore. With a loud cry of Dokuro's name, he came, spilling all over his stomach. Dokuro didn't stop her relentless thrusts just yet, instead letting him ride out his orgasm before she finally pulled out. She stared at him for a long time, watching Sakura catch his breath, thighs trembling. He looked at her as well, eyes tired but filled with fondness.
Her feelings came to a halt and she couldn't help but hug him again, kissing him sloppily. Sakura laughed quietly against her, wrapping his arms around her as well as she smothered him with love. They ended up lying there for quite some time, just basking in the glory of their heated, and loving embrace. The silence was comforting, and neither of them would have it any other way.