"Say Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
And just like that, Stelle pushed her fat cock into Clara's mouth.
Tenth time's the charm—just as old as Clara was herself, if Stelle had to guess. She asked once and was half-surprised to learn that not even Clara herself knew how old she was. Still, at least our Galactic Baseballer put in the effort to ask before feeding the snow white-haired girl her galactic baseball bat.
Indeed, the tenth time was the charm! Clara was getting a lot better at giving blow jobs, much to the Trailblazer's delight. She threw her head back with a long and throaty moan as Clara plied her throat. After all, the Belobogian was well aware at this point that Stelle loved it when she took her turgid dick down as far down her throat as she could—even if it meant a great deal of gagging.
Stelle raked her fingers through Clara's hair, coaxing the girl gently down further, to welcome more of that thick and meaty cock down her throat. Clara was already clenching her eyes shut and struggling to breathe, but she did her best to endure it, of course.
For Stelle's sake.
Anything for the Trailblazer who had done so much for her and Belobog.
Anything… for Big Sister.
"God," Stelle croaked. "That's good… don't stop, Clara, please… please don't stop…"
Clara couldn't speak or do much of anything except choke. Except struggle to breathe again. She wondered for a moment if it was possible to learn to hold her breath for much longer; another minute or two. She was willing to try, of course, if it meant more pleasure for the woman she was currently deepthroating.
She felt Stelle's cock throb against the inside of her throat—something else she had to get used to for the sake of Stelle's pleasure. Even so, it was all worth it to hear Stelle's moans and groans of pleasure; she loved making Stelle happy like this, especially considering how happy she made everyone else. No, this was the right thing to do—Stelle told her that herself. That it was the least she could do for all the—
"Nngh—mmff—!"
She started sputtering again, getting spittle all over Stelle's crotch. The renowned Galactic Baseballer simply groaned again, keeping her hand on top of Clara's head, forcing her down even deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper…
"Nnnghgh… gulk! Hrrk! Ngh—hrrk!"
It was too much. She had to breathe!
"Just a little more, Clara, please!" Stelle held her head down with both hands, even as Clara started beating her little meatball-sized fists against Stelle's thighs. "You can do it, Clara, I know you can! I want to feel your tongue against my balls—come on!"
Clara started tearing up before long. Her cheeks were stained by the time she managed to fit all of Stelle's sausage down her underaged throat, prodding Stelle's nut sack with the very tip of her tongue.
Finally, mercifully, and after what felt like a near death experience, Stelle released her grip on Clara's head so that the too-young girl could resurface for air, welcoming lungfuls of oxygen back into her body.
Clara was crying and sniffling. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she struggled to do anything but cough. The important thing, however, was that Stelle was happy.
She leaned back with her palms on the mattress, a dopey smile on her face as she admired the thin rope of saliva that connected Clara's lips to the tip of her cock. Minuscule strands of pre-cum and spit combined to make a beautiful tendril; a web that made Clara look even more beautiful and filthy than she already was.
"Ah… that was so good," said Stelle, reaching out to welcome Clara into her arms. "Thank you, Clara… hah, you're a good girl… you're such a good girl, Clara…"
Clara sniffled, nodding slowly and happily as she settled into Stelle's arms. She loved being cuddled like this; enjoyed sinking into the Trailblazer's strong, protective embrace. It made Clara feel funny things that she could hardly articulate with common words. She couldn't even explain it with any of the words she knew—all she knew was that the feelings of safety and delight were just as good, if not better, than what she felt with Svarog.
Words failed her. This was something irreplaceable.
"Good girl," Stelle repeated, patting Clara over the head while she hugged her intimately close. "Such a good girl, Clara… I love you, I really do…"
Clara finally settled down, and her lips turned up into a warm, welcoming smile. She nuzzled against Stelle's neck, humming delightedly as Stelle softly and lovingly rubbed her back.
"I… I love you too, Big Sister!" Clara blushed brightly as she said it, feeling the warmth come back to her pale little cheeks. "I love you a lot, um… I really do… it makes me happy that I can make you happy like this…"
Stelle pulled back from the hug and ruffled Clara's hair, prompting the little girl to giggle joyously and wipe at her mouth with the back of her hand.
The affection continued when Stelle held Clara by the cheeks, playfully squishing the girl's face. "Are you ready to continue?" she asked. "I really want to fuck you. Can I fuck you again? Please say yes!"
Clara giggled. "Sure, we can, um… we can fuck!"
"I like it when you say bad things like that," Stelle added, chuckling. She eyed the door with some suspicion clear in her eyes, then turned her attention back to Clara, who looked back at her with a tilt of the head. "I think we've got a few more hours together… but just in case, you should keep your voice down, okay?"
Clara nodded with only minimal understanding. "Um," she said, "we still can't let other adults… know what we're d-doing, right? Because it's wrong?"
"These are adult only games, Clara. Special games," Stelle explained. "If anyone finds out about this… we won't be able to see each other again. I'd go away for a really long time, and I could never come back to Belobog again." She frowned with immense exaggeration. "You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
"I don't want you to leave!" Clara blurted immediately, panicking suddenly. "I won't tell anyone else—I swear! Big Sister, I don't ever want you to leave… please don't go! I need you, and Belobog needs you, and—!"
Stelle silenced her with a kiss—one that was long, languid, and full of lust. An impassioned kiss that Clara could hardly return, even if she did her very best.
Then, with her hands on Clara's shoulders, Stelle pulled away from the loving smooch and gave one more to Clara's little button nose, prompting the little girl to blush beet red and squeak joyously. "I won't leave you," Stelle insisted. "As long as you keep these games between us… then I'll be with Belobog—with you—forever and ever. Okay, Clara?"
Clara couldn't nod quickly enough. "Okay, Big Sister!" she said. "I won't tell anyone about the, um, special games we play. I promise!"
"That means Svarog, too," Stelle reminded. "He would be really unhappy about this, and I wouldn't ever see you again. If you don't want that…"
"I don't want that!" Clara emphasized. "I'll keep it a secret from Mr. Svarog too, I promise, Big Sister! No one is going to know about this. Not Lady Bronya, not the kids of the Underground, not Mr. Svarog… no one!"
"Good girl!" Stelle kissed Clara on the cheek, setting the little one's heart aflutter. "This will be our little secret, okay? Does that sound good, sweetie?"
Clara giggled. "Yes, Big Sister! Our little secret! Just f-for us to know, and no one else!"
"Good girl, Clara. You've been so good—I should give you a present!"
Clara beamed with pride, and it was an expression of elation that melted into confusion once Stelle put her hands around the girl's thin neck.
"Maybe a collar," Stelle mused, licking her lips.
"Like a dog?" Clara giggled again, finding the older girl's statement absurd. "Only dogs should wear collars, silly… and I'm not a dog!"
* * *
It was only twenty-four hours later that Stelle proved her wrong. Clara's jaw dropped in surprise when they met up the very next day, with Stelle holding a collar and a leash.
"Now you can be a wonderful dog for me," the Trailblazer said.
"R-Really?" Clara felt dubious about this. "Well… um… would it make you happy?"
"Yes!" Stelle blurted, grinning. "It would make me very happy! I would love it!"
"W-Well… um… okay, Big Sister. If it'll make you happy, then I'll do it…!"
Clara took the collar with a wobbly smile—only for Stelle to take it right back.
"No," the Trailblazer insisted. "The owner has to do it."
"Oh." Clara frowned. "Okay."
With a wide smile, Stelle crouched down and put a hand on Clara's shoulder, using the other to move some of her snow-white hair out of the way. Clara then watched as Stelle slipped the collar around her neck, securing it snugly with a click of the clasp.
This feeling was… new. Unknown, but somehow delighting in a manner that Clara didn't expect. She'd never worn a collar before, but she could feel the material taut against her throat, and the sudden sensations made her gulp. "S-So?" she asked. "How does it look?"
"It looks great on you, Clara!" Stelle beamed.
Clara beamed right back. "Really?"
"Mm-hmm!"
Then the Trailblazer put her hand on Clara's head, and there was something in her smile that changed. It turned malicious somehow. A fracture in the glass.
"But dogs aren't supposed to speak," she said suddenly, instilling in Clara even more surprise than before.
"H-Huh?" Clara blinked. "W-What do you mean, Big Sister?"
Stelle didn't respond, instead reaching for the leash and securing it right to the girl's collar by the loop. Clara shuddered when she noticed the naughty glint in Stelle's eyes—somehow so different from the ones she'd seen before.
"B-Big Sister?" Clara asked, trembling slightly. "W-What…"
"Didn't I tell you that dogs aren't supposed to talk?" asked Stelle. When Clara thought about responding again, the Trailblazer gave Clara's leash a stern yank, prompting Clara to yelp as her face was suddenly pressed up against the bulge in Stelle's pants. "I only want to hear woofs and barks from you, alright?"
"W-Woof?" Clara asked, confused.
"Good start!" Stelle chuckled, getting the end of the leash around her hand. "Now get my pants off. Be a good dog for your bone."
Clara bit her lip as she released another quiet and embarrassed woof, working her tiny, baby carrot fingers to undo the button and zipper that held up Stelle's pants.
Ziiiiip!
She unzipped the older girl's pants just as she'd done about a dozen times before, and she knew very well what came next. The oral service; the sort of pleasure she gave Stelle each time she visited Belobog now. Their little secret.
It was becoming more and more difficult to find places where they could have their fun. Clara was surprised that Stelle managed to find a hotel where they could play their games—and all it took was a bit of lying to the person at the front desk about the nature of these recurring visits.
Clara didn't know the specifics. Frankly, there were a lot of things the little girl didn't know. What she knew, however, was that the things Stelle was doing with her weren't right. They were adult games, and Clara was no adult.
But Clara's abundance of innocence was exactly what Stelle loved about her. They played these games because Clara wasn't an adult, and that was the extent of her knowledge on the subject. Was it wrong? It must have been for Stelle to be as secretive as they were.
But if it was so wrong, then why, oh why, did it feel so good? Why was Clara already working up a sweat? Why did she feel a surge of excitement when Stelle secured the leash to her brand new collar? And why, oh why, did she feel like barking for her Big Sister?
But now Big Sister's zipper was down, and Clara pulled her pants down even further, all the way to her ankles. Then Clara did the rest—what she was used to—and she pulled Stelle's boxers down to reveal the enormous cock she was used to putting in her mouth.
A thick, throbbing bat.
"Good dog," said Stelle, patting Clara on the head again. Clara leaned into her touch, crooning softly and lovingly.
"Thank you, Big Sis—hrk!"
Another yank. Much harder this time.
Clara winced and made a choking sound as she looked up at Big Sister with worry deep in her eyes, unsure what had caused the shift in attitude until the older girl spoke again.
"Bark," said Stelle. More an order than anything else.
"B-Bark?" Clara asked dumbly.
"That's right. Just like that."
So Clara did. "B-Bark… um… bark-bark?"
"Uh huh?" Stelle smirked, grabbing her cock and stroking it up and down slowly, steadily, right in front of Clara's face. "Keep going."
"B-Bark!" Clara repeated, tongue dangling from her mouth as she expected her meal to fill her throat again. "Bark! Bark-bark!"
"Good girl! So vocal!" Stelle couldn't help but chuckle softly as she pushed her cock against Clara's face, eliciting a moan from Clara as she felt the heat of the girl's breath against her throbbing shaft. Stelle let out a moan herself as Clara's hot little tongue darted out, teasing the underside of her thick dick.
"Fuck yeah," Stelle moaned. "God, yeah… open your mouth just a little more, puppy. Let me give you what you want…"
Clara parted her lips further to welcome Stelle's cock into her mouth, eyes drifting half-closed with desire while she sank into the musk and the pleasure that Stelle provided for her. The grey-haired girl put her hand on Clara's head and guided her up and down the length of her cock, groaning with arousal. She watched her dick vanish down Clara's throat, and it turned her on just as much as it always did.
Clara immediately put her focus on trying to breathe, just like yesterday.
And, of course—just like yesterday—Stelle hardly gave her a chance. She had the benefit of a leash to tug now, and Stelle yanked that leash upward while she buried her fat cock farther down Clara's throat.
Clara started sputtering almost immediately as Stelle kept a hand on her head, raking her fingers through the little girl's hair and moaning all the while.
"Now all we need," said Stelle, biting her lip, "are some cute puppy ears for you! Maybe even a tail! Would you like that, Clara, sweetheart?"
Clara could neither nod nor shake her head. Not when Stelle was abusing her throat like this! She thought her vision would fade before long, but Stelle never let that happen.
Instead, Stelle dragged her cock right out of Clara's throat, letting the girl cough, hack, and welcome fresh air back into her lungs. Clara's face was beet red from the surprise attack on her neck, and Stelle groaned lewdly as she slapped her cock against the little girl's face.
"I can't take it anymore," Stelle said, gliding her dick against Clara's tender cheek. "I need to be inside you… I gotta take you right now…!"
Clara shuddered anxiously. She was excited that Stelle was so eager to have more "adult fun" with her, though it was a bit worrying about just how overtly the Trailblazer's attitude had changed. The older girl's newfound assertiveness caught Clara off guard, leaving her unsure of her feelings towards it.
One thing, however, was certain—Stelle would give her new pleasures that Clara had never even dreamed of before. Their relationship thus far had been a whirlwind of lust and ardor, and Clara felt more and more adult with every passing day she spent with the grey-haired Trailblazer.
"Get on the bed," Stelle ordered. "On your hands and knees."
Clara nodded and went to do just that. Recognizing the correlation, she knew that the swifter she obeyed Stelle's directions, the greater their shared contentment would be. Wasting no time, she quickly climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Then, she eagerly turned her head to gaze at Stelle, watching with growing interest as the Trailblazer climbed up onto the bed, got behind her, and slapped her thick cock against Clara's ass cheek.
"I'm going in now," Stelle warned. "Are you ready, Clara?"
"Bark!" was the little girl's response.
"Good girl—you're learning so well!"
And just like that, Stelle pushed her fat cock into Clara's pussy—stretching her out like she always did. Clara began whimpering and moaning almost immediately, arching her back as her eyes went half-closed and her body tensed from the mixture of pain and pleasure she felt here and now.
Even so, this was still far better than how things were during Clara's first time. She could still remember Stelle's hot breath on her neck, and the way the Trailblazer clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle those cries and whimpers—sounds that Stelle told her were "unbecoming" and "not worth making" even if she couldn't help herself. Still, Stelle had pampered her when all was said and done, expressing to Clara just how proud she was that they'd gone through with it. Clara even got a lot of treats that day, and it was the following evening that they had made their taboo "relationship" official.
What Svarog didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?
Either way, Clara didn't want to think about Svarog right now. It always made her feel guilty whenever she considered him these days, especially considering all the secrecy. She moaned aloud as Stelle started up a fine rhythm from behind, pumping her hips back and forth, in and out, over and over against Clara's little body.
"Fuck," Stelle groaned, squeezing Clara's butt and admiring the give beneath her fingertips. "You're still so tight, Clara… we might have to do this more often, so I can, ngh, loosen you up a little more… hah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Clara opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a strangled cry. Stelle had tightened her grip on the leash, once again choking the girl in front of her and silencing any attempt at a moan or a scream. The breath began to decay in her lungs all over again. Meanwhile, her pussy clenched even tighter around Stelle's cock, prompting the only adult in the room to groan and keep pumping; to thrust her hips more deeply against Clara's own underaged body.
"Holy shit," Stelle groaned, giving the leash more slack so that Clara could lean down, cough, and welcome fresh air into her lungs. "Fuck, I'm so addicted to this… your body feels so good!"
With every blow, Stelle's relentless assault from behind grew more intense. It took a long while before Clara could take every inch of Stelle's cock, but the results were well worth the pain. Now Clara could arch her back and take it like the good puppy girl she was, yelping and moaning with a familiar and heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the hotel walls. It was a minor miracle they received no noise complaints yet—but even if they had, Stelle did not think she could remove herself from the divine heat and wetness that was Clara's tight little pussy. It was a pleasure unlike anything else, and she couldn't stop her hips from pumping back and forth against Clara's own, spearing her juicy cunt with her thick, throbbing cock.
The Trailblazer cursed under her breath again, a victim helpless to the lust and pleasure that ensnared her mind and forced her body to keep going; to not stop for anything. Meanwhile, Clara withstood each and every one of Stelle's brutal thrusts. She would have slid up the mattress had Stelle not kept her on a tight leash, and if Stelle hadn't kept a hand on Clara's waist to better hold in her in place. Such a tiny, childish waist it was; it was deliciously easy for Stelle to manhandle her and get as rough as she wanted. No matter how many tears Clara shed, Stelle always made up for it afterwards. It was the responsible thing to do as the girl's Big Sister.
"You feel so good, Clara!" Stelle moaned. "Oh, I wish I could take you with me on the Astral Express! I'd keep you in my cabin room, oof, all day long!"
Clara dug her fingers into the bedsheets beneath her writhing body. She felt hot to the touch, and damp to boot. Her skin was flush pink from the embarrassment and the pleasure she experienced, and she fantasized along with Stelle about coming onto the Astral Express. While she visited once or twice, she'd never stayed aboard for more than a few hours. To think she could sleep beside Big Sister and experience this sort of pleasure anytime she wanted…
It was a notion so powerful that she nearly climaxed right then and there. Clara's little chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing as she bumped back against Stelle's meaty dick, grunting and groaning just before her climax.
"B-Big Sister!" yelled Clara, breaking the no speaking rule that Stelle had imposed today. "I'm g-gonna… I'm gonna let it all out, Big Sister!"
"Let it all out for me, Clara! That's it—yes!" Stelle reached between Clara's legs to play with the little girl's soaking wet pussy, and to rub her clitoris to better spur her on. Stelle rubbed her little lover in littler circles, stroking her fingers against Clara's love button to push her over the edge—and it didn't take long before that was exactly what had happened.
Clara screamed with pleasure as she reached her first climax of the day, spraying the bedsheets and her tender inner thighs with her dripping wet ardor. Stelle kept thrusting even as Clara clenched around her cock and wet herself from the splendor that took hold of her at this moment, and her mouth fell open into a wide O-shape as she clutched the pillow in front of her. Her entire lower half was trembling, shaking like a leaf in the wind, and Stelle chuckled from the sheer force of the girl's climax.
"Atta girl," she praised, bringing her hand from Clara's waist to the girl's snow-white locks. Clara expected a pat on the head, which is why she was surprised when Stelle suddenly yanked her hair and put another dip in the girl's back, even despite her trembling.
"Gonna empty myself inside you," Stelle moaned. "Gonna cum inside you, Clara! Fuck—I'm cumming! Clara, I'm cumming!"
"BIG SISTER—!"
Clara screamed again with rapturous joy as Stelle emptied herself inside of her; packed her nice and full of hot and gooey cum. Now it was her entire body that was trembling from the force of her fiery climax, not just her lower half.
With one hand clutching Clara's hair and another hand on the girl's ass, Stelle let herself go. Her rock-hard cock pulsed and throbbed as it spilled deep inside the little girl it was buried in, and Stelle filled the room with the sound of her melodic moaning as she burst inside Clara; packed her underaged pussy full of hot, sticky, potent seed.
Spurt…
Pump…
Spurt…
It kept coming, and coming, and coming. Clara cooed as she felt her Big Sister's load splatter against the inside of her sex, as though Stelle was painting the inside of Clara's pussy to make it as white as her hair was.
"God, yes! Oooh, Clara, yes! Mmm, Clara…"
Stelle's climax eventually made way for a heady afterglow, and she sighed with delight while she worked her hips in and out, back and forth—slowly, ever so slowly…
"B-Be careful, Big Sister! I'm sensitive there!" Clara whimpered.
"This feels better than anything," Stelle said, shallow breaths escaping her while she sawed back and forth, watching her still-hard and messy cock plunge into Clara's cunt repeatedly. Whimpers and moans continued to spill out of Clara's mouth, up until she flopped forward, top half resting on the mattress with her head resting on the pillow. Poor Clara seemed dazed and confused, tongue lolling out of her mouth, drool staining the pillow beneath her head while Stelle continued using and abusing her precious, underaged pussy.
"B-Big Shishterrrrr…" Clara's eyes were full of lust, glazed over as her little chest rose and fell. She huffed and puffed, trying to keep up with Stelle's relentless plaps, feeling the older girl's fingers squeezing her butt and grabbing her waist. Stelle was so touchy! Frankly, Clara loved it. It was a remarkable amount of attention, and certainly not the kind that Svarog had ever given her.
Clara squeaked with surprise as Stelle lifted one of her legs suddenly, though she never stopped pumping her hips back and forth amidst the waves of pleasure that washed over her in this moment. Then, just a few seconds later, Stelle lifted Clara's other leg, putting the little one in a position she'd never experience before. For a moment, she felt like flying, but with Stelle's cock still buried deep inside her hot, wet, tight pussy, perhaps it was more like being a flag in the air—locked against a nice, hard pole.
"B-Big Sister!" Clara exclaimed, suddenly alert all over again. "W-Wah!"
"Don't worry, Clara—I've got you!" Stelle groaned with pleasure as she held Clara up from the mattress, holding her by the ankles while tipping her front half against the damp bed. This was the "wheelbarrow position," Stelle thought—and there was a first time for everything!
Resting on her knees, she continued to drive herself in and out, spearing Clara's hot and juicy cunt with that monstrous cock of hers, grunting and moaning like an animal in rut. Meanwhile, Clara could not stop making noises herself, feeling so embarrassed by all the sounds that were leaving her mouth that she covered her face with her pillow, helping to stifle those tones of hers.
"Mmff! Mmngh! Nngh! B-Big Sister!" Clara was sweating by this point, her gaze full of lust and affection for the Trailblazer who put her in her place.
Picking up the pace once more, Stelle moved with a newfound urgency. Hefting Clara's body like she was, she continued to drive herself back and forth, watching her fat cock disappear past Clara's folds over and over again—a sight that would push her over the edge once again.
This time, she hardly felt the need to warn Clara before she reached her orgasm. Slamming herself forward and releasing hearty grunts, Stelle sheathed her cock deep inside Clara's pussy before letting herself go, unloading another torrent of hot and gooey cum deep inside Clara's tight, wet, messy pussy. Clara's pussy clenched around Stelle's cock as she began to tremble and writhe; another orgasm for the little one as she clutched the pillow in front of her, mewling lustfully from the sensation of Stelle packing her little pussy full of warm, sticky jizz.
"Yes!" Stelle moaned, slowing her thrusts as she spanked Clara's ass—hard enough to leave the trace of a handprint. "Hah, yeah… thanks for that, Clara…"
Clara mumbled a thank-you. At least, she thought she did. She could barely even understand what she was saying as she stayed put, lying on the mattress and dizzy with all the ecstasy that coursed through her body in this moment. Poor little Clara continued to experience tremors running through her body as Stelle dragged her cock out of her well-used hole, biting her lip as she watched the gooey mess ooze out of Clara's entrance.
Stelle took a deep breath before wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "What do you say, Clara? One more?"
Clara mumbled something unintelligible once again. Before she knew it, she was giving Big Sister one of the "clean-up blowjobs" she asked for now and then, and Stelle once again grabbed the leash to help her little sweetheart along.
Clara bobbed her head up and down as she used her mouth and tongue to clean the mess from Stelle's thick, still-hard cock. Stelle sat back with a moan as she spread her legs, giving her precious Clara all the room she needed to do her job.
"Good girl," said Stelle. "Hah… that's what I like to see, Clara. Mm, you're so good…"
Stelle continued to shower Clara in praise and pats on the head. The sensory delight returned for the little one, and Clara shuddered joyously as she basked in the affection Stelle had for her. Meanwhile, she continued to work her head up and down, back and forth, over and over again while she throated Stelle's cock, sucking the cum residue and her own essence right from the meat pole in front of her.
Clara hummed and moaned as she worked those mouth muscles of hers, gliding her tongue up and down the length of Stelle's meaty dick. Each time Clara came down to suckle on Stelle's balls, or flick the tip of her hot, wet tongue against Stelle's glans, the Trailblazer would groan with lust, sitting back with a dopey smile on her face while she kept a firm grip on Clara's leash.
"Hah… ooh… Clara, yes…"
"Big… mmf… Sister…" Clara whispered, nodding graciously as she did her best to please the Trailblazer in front of her. She idly wondered where the rest of Stelle's companions were. Still on the Astral Express, she would presume. She was thankful the others weren't here to see something like this. No pictures from March 7th or cool-headed remarks from Dan Heng. It was just Stelle, and Stelle was all she needed.
Clara wrapped her little fingers around the base of Stelle's cock and started stroking her—slowly but surely—until the Trailblazer's groans picked up in volume. Stelle chuckled gently as she raked her fingers through Clara's snow-white locks of hair again, as though she surprised the older girl by taking this beyond a mere cleaning.
"You want to have more fun, don't you?" Stelle asked playfully. "Sheesh, Clara… you're becoming so naughty. Just what am I going to do with you?"
Anything you want, Big Sister, thought Clara, blushing as the words just popped into her head somehow. Indeed, the corruption was already working its magic with little Clara. Exposure to all this lust was turning her into an obedient little slut for Stelle to enjoy.
And, oh, how Stelle enjoyed. How she savored. She sank deeper into Clara's mouth and kept her hand rubbing atop the girl's cute little head. She hardly needed to pump her hips, either. Not with Clara practically fucking her own throat using Stelle's thick, throbbing cock. The pleasure was a genuine delight for the horny Trailblazer, and she felt a surge of pride at the knowledge that she'd turned Clara into such a naughty little succubus—one who filled the room with the sounds of wet slurping and aroused moaning.
"Oh, Clara," Stelle said with a groan. "You've become so dirty, I love it…"
Clara blushed beet red as she kept going; as she bobbed her head up and down, feeling Stelle's thick dick glide against her hot, wet tongue all the while. She could feel every single pulse and throb from Stelle's dick, and the sensation inspired her to continue. To not stop until she felt Stelle pelt the back of her throat with another helping of hot and gooey seed.
To help the Trailblazer along, Clara reached down and began fondling the girl's balls with her tiny, soft hand, drawing more moans of pleasure from Stelle as Clara continued with her lip service. Now it seemed like Clara was in her own little world, sucking Stelle's dick and having a hell of a time doing it. She caressed the adult's sack while fellating her with everything she had, her cheeks flushed pink as she kept going, all the while relishing the moans and grunts that spilled out of Stelle's mouth.
"H-Holy cow," Stelle groaned. "C-Clara, ah! F-Fuck, yeah, that's it! Keep sucking! Don't stop!"
It was evident that the "cleanup blowjob" was going to become something much messier in no time at all, and Clara was completely fine with that. She put one small, soft hand on Stelle's knee for leverage while she bobbed her up and down, gulping the pre-cum that trickled out of the head of Stelle's cock, cherishing the taste as she always had.
My body feels so hot again, thought Clara. Like I'm burning up… my private parts are so wet and itchy, and…
…and it was good. She slowly realized just how badly she needed cock, and she knew the only way to satisfy her craving—indeed, the only one who could—was Stelle herself. She continued to suck and moan around the head of the Trailblazer's thick cock, this time snaking a hand down between her thighs to touch herself while she gave Stelle head.
It didn't go unnoticed by Stelle, who could only chuckle in light of the circumstances. "Wow," she remarked. "I've really done a number on you, huh, Clara? Ah, you used to be so innocent…"
That got Clara to stop sucking just to ask her question, meek as a mouse. "Do you prefer it when I'm more innocent?" she asked cutely.
"Don't worry," Stelle assured. "You still are innocent for the most part…"
Stelle grabbed her cock and slapped it against Clara's face, leaving a smear of cum on the girl's cheek. Her dick throbbed desperately, clearly in need of relief, and Clara firmly intended on making sure this wasn't a job left half-finished. She went back to sucking Stelle's dick while stroking her with both hands, gliding her palms against Stelle's thick dick and drawing more moans of pleasure from the Trailblazer.
Eventually, it turned out to be too much! Clara's hot mouth and tongue simply felt too wondrous for her to hold back, and Stelle felt prideful for having trained such a hot little mouth with her cock on a near-daily basis.
However, it was pride that quickly became white noise amid her explosion of pleasure. Stelle grunted and groaned out loud while she let herself go, stuffing Clara's mouth and throat with a fresh, potent load of hot and gooey cum.
Clara got exactly what she wanted. Each twitch from Stelle's cock was accompanied by a thick spurt of jism—spurts that pelted the back of Clara's throat while she moaned and drank it all down, down, down. She gulped the mess before it could all cling to the back of her throat, and Clara moaned lustfully, almost whorishly, while she swallowed the sticky white seed that Stelle gave her. Another hard-earned meal; more milk for a growing girl such as her.
The fun and games continued in the shower. Stelle found Clara couldn't keep her hands to herself, and she once again felt that familiar mixture of arousal and shame—both for what she'd done to Belobog's beloved barefoot beauty. To think that Clara had become such a naughty little girl—it boggled the mind!
The squeak of a shower knob preceded the following flow of water. Stelle stepped in first, and Clara entered thereafter. The pretext had long since been abandoned, and it was only seconds after entering the shower did Clara press herself up against Stelle's body to start a make-out session between the two of them.
"Big Sister… hah… can you keep teaching me how to kiss?" she asked, blushing intensely and keeping her hands on Stelle's breasts. "Just in case I need to kiss someone… um… when I'm older."
For some reason, Stelle loathed that notion. She couldn't bear the thought of Clara kissing someone else who wasn't her; the Trailblazer's possessive streak was once again rearing its ugly head. No, Stelle didn't want Clara putting her babyish hands on anyone else, just as she didn't want to think about Clara one day sucking someone else's dick.
"Big Sister?" Clara asked, tilting her head. "What are you—eep!"
Suddenly, Clara had been picked up and pressed against the wall behind her. She shuddered at the feeling of the cool shower tiles against her back, but she soon melted into another oasis of pleasure when Stelle pushed her hot tongue into Clara's own little mouth, easily dwarfing and dominating the little loli's littler tongue.
"Mmff!" She moaned. "Mmm… mmph.."
Clara wasn't nearly as good at kissing as she was at sucking cock, but Stelle would fix that in due time, too. In the meantime, she kept Clara pressed up against the wall while locking lips with her, moans spilling past the little one's lips as she wrapped her arms sensuously around Stelle's neck, holding her intimately close—just as one would a lover they'd known for years. Stelle herself shuddered with sprouting pleasure as she rocked her hips back and forth, pressing the tip of her cock against Clara's bare naked body.
"Mmm… mmff… mm-hmm~"
Stelle pulled back from the long, lustful smooch at once. A thin trail of saliva connected their lips together, and Clara giggled once it broke off and melted into nothingness. It was like the evidence of their tryst was all gone, even if Stelle knew better than that. She wanted more. Needed more.
"Big Sister… your c-cock is already rock-hard again," she observed, biting her lip as she felt Stelle's dick press up against the folds of her soaking wet pussy—wet not just from the shower they were lingering underneath, but also the not-so-obvious arousal that trickled down Clara's inner thighs.
"I can't stop fucking you," Stelle lamented. "I'm going to go crazy… if I don't get inside you again. It's like I'm addicted to you, Clara…"
"Big Sister is so funny," Clara said, cracking a smile and holding Stelle in a cute koala bear hug. "Big Sister can use my body as much as she wants, remember?"
Caught between the cool wall tiles against her back and Stelle's feverish body, Clara found herself panting before they'd even gotten properly started. The temperature difference she experienced helped add to the sensory titillation, and she held onto Stelle with every ounce of strength she had. She had a feeling she would lose her strength rather quickly, given the circumstances.
Just like that, Stelle penetrated Clara's folds yet again, taking her against the shower wall and groaning up against the girl's blushing ear, feeling Clara quiver in her arms—but not from the cold. As their bodies intertwined, another surge of pleasure coursed through both of them, leaving them breathless. Still, Clara kept her eyes open to gaze upon her beloved Big Sister. She didn't want to miss a thing.
"Big Sister!" Clara cried. "You can start m-moving now, please… I want to feel you deep inside me again…"
"Oooh, Clara!" Stelle moaned as she started pumping herself back and forth, working up a delightful rhythm as she lanced Clara over and over again. "God, yes… hah… you're so lewd, Clara… you've become such a lewd little girl!"
Clara blushed intensely as she basked in the lust and attention that Stelle showered her in. Water trickled down her naked body and over the swell of her modest breasts, running down her tummy and thighs in transparent rivers. Still, Clara was tight and hot on the inside; Stelle's thrusts became automatic with no further impetus, and she couldn't stop herself from fucking Clara right against the wall, locking lips with the little one and digging her tongue into her mouth.
Another tremor ran through Clara's tight little frame. Stelle suspected it was a mini orgasm, or perhaps the aftershock of one. She reached down and played with Clara's clitoris while she speared her juicy cunt over and over again, putting the girl in her place with that tremendous cock of hers. All the while, Clara couldn't stop moaning and mewling with pleasure, her pleasured voice echoing off the bathroom walls.
Clara kissed back as best she could, though she was helpless beneath the strength and splendor of Stelle's hot, wet tongue. It was like a wrestling match inside her mouth with Stelle's tongue pinning hers to the floor of her maw, then swirling around hers to better mix their saliva together. All the making out and making love made Clara feel lightheaded, or perhaps drunk. She'd never experienced a joy as pure as this, and she never wanted this relationship to end.
Big Sister is so good to me, she thought gleefully. If I have to keep this a secret from everyone… even Svarog… I'll do it to make her happy—forever…
Stelle broke the kiss after a long minute of kissing, her breath hot in Clara's face while she worked her hips back and forth, in and out, repeatedly taking her precious Clara against the bathroom wall. Clara clenched her eyes shut as Stelle picked up the pace, thump thump thumping her against the tiles and splashing water around the chamber.
"Clara," Stelle whispered, right up against the girl's ear. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this? Mm, I wanna hear you say it?"
"S-Say it?" Clara blushed again. "I… I love it… I love it when you f-fuck me like this, Big Sister… mm, it feels so good… please don't stop…"
"More!" Stelle panted as she put a hand on Clara's head, caressing her as though they'd been years-long lovers. "K-Keep talking like that. It's turning me on!"
Clara's blush deepened as she continued with her dirty talking. "I love it when you, mm, take me like this… anytime you want, and anywhere you want. Your big, thick, meaty c-cock… inside my p-pussy… nngh, B-Big Sister, it feels better than anything. I feel like I need this everyday now, Big Sister… I'm getting hooked on it…!"
"Cumming!" That was Stelle's only warning before she picked up the pace and thrust more wildly against Clara's tight little cunt, reaching a fevered pitch before she finally let herself go. Once again, the Trailblazer unloaded a torrent of hot and gooey cum deep inside Clara's tight little pussy, stuffing the underaged girl's snatch full of baby batter and having her seeing stars from the climax burst between them. Clara slipped into another orgasm of her own, clenching her eyes shut and parting her lips to fill the chamber full of her rapturous moans, her body squeezing and milking Stelle's cock like it desperately needed to be filled.
"Clara!" Stelle moaned, slowing her thrusts as her thick dick spurt an even thicker load inside her beloved loll lover. "Fuck—ngh, Clara!"
They shared yet another electrifying climax, their hearts pounding in sync. Frankly, it was up in the air whether Clara would even be able to walk tomorrow or not.
With a satisfied smile, Stelle pulled out of Clara's gooey, well-fucked pussy, and she carefully lowered the girl onto the shower floor. Poor Clara wobbled in place, looking like she was about to collapse. Seeing this, Stelle assisted her in getting cleaned up, grabbing the bar of soap and the loofah from their place beside the shower knobs.
It wasn't long afterwards that Clara was back in the main room of the hotel, leagues cleaner than she was before. Stelle glanced at the bed with a sheepish grin; it finally dawned on her just how absolutely filthy the place was. The bedsheets were stained with drool, sweat, and cum. Whoever was to clean this particular room was going to have a hell of a time.
Then Stelle glanced at the door, wondering if she ought to get a move on. She barely thought about it for more than a few seconds before Clara gave her a hug from behind, nuzzling her face against Stelle's smooth, damp back.
"Are you leaving already, Big Sister?" Clara asked meekly. "I was having a lot of fun…"
Stelle laughed nervously. She was wondering if it was Clara she had wrapped around her finger, or the other way around.
"Maybe I should check in at the Astral Express?" said Stelle. "Himeko and the others, they're probably…"
But Stelle trailed off when she saw Clara grabbed the leash from earlier…
Click!
…and secured it snugly around her neck. Clara cast her gaze to the ground, then took a deep breath and stared at Stelle resolutely.
"B-Big Sister," Clara started. "I… I won't let you go! Not yet… pretty please? I need you…"
"C-Clara…"
"Just a little more, please? I can spend the night here," she offered, biting her lip and fidgeting in place. Then it was that Stelle wondered if she hadn't just created a little monster.
Clara held the end of the leash in her palms, and presented them to Stelle like it was some kind of present. Like Clara herself was the gift to be cherished. A fact of life more than anything else.
Stelle sighed before the corners of her lips turned upward.
So much for the shower!
She grabbed the leash and gave it a stern tug. Clara whimpered, but she was smiling. She was happy. Just like before, Stelle's cock stirred to life as she kept her eyes on Clara's clean, naked body—a body she couldn't wait to defile over and over again.
"I guess I'll have to put you in your place, puppy," said Stelle, smirking mischievously considering Clara's obvious elation. "Fine… then I won't leave until I've given you everything I have!"
"Yay!" Clara clapped gleefully. "I can't wait for—hrrk!"
Stelle hardly gave Clara the chance to finish her sentence before they went right back to their "lovemaking"—if such a treatment could be called a lovely one. It was far more violent and aggressive than their prior trysts, but if Clara's lovesick expression and moans were any sign, she seemed to adore being tossed around the room like she was.
Stelle had even pushed the girl's head into a pillow while she spanked her ass and railed her from behind, watching with rapt fascination as Clara's butt jiggled and shook. The girl swayed her hips like she wanted more; like she was firmly addicted to the treatment she was getting, and she moaned with delight as Stelle continued to tug that leash of hers.
This workout was unlike anything else for the Trailblazer, leaving them breathless and exhilarated. Doggy style, missionary, riding—no matter what position she had in store for Clara, the white-haired girl was keen to keep the both of them satisfied, no matter what.
Until, at last, Stelle capped things off with a mating press. She pinned Clara to the bouncing mattress as she slammed into her body over and over again, grunting and growling like a beast in heat while she speared Clara's ruined cunt with that monstrous cock of hers. Clara screamed joyously as she let herself go, once again reaching a spine-tingling, toe-curling climax that left her speechless, breathless, and practically unconscious.
Stelle reached her climax shortly thereafter, pushing her cock as far inside Clara's pussy as it could go, then effectively flooding the little sex fiend's womb with another hearty load of hot and gooey cum. The Trailblazer's potent seed just kept coming, and coming, and coming…
It was only after Stelle had finished that she realized how pudgy Clara started looking. There were so many swimmers floating around in Clara's body that she looked downright pregnant, and Stelle chuckled with amusement as she pulled out of "Little Sister's" pussy, wiping her messy cock off on the unconscious girl's thigh and backing off with a sigh of ultimate satisfaction.
Stelle had half a mind to start up another shower, but she didn't want to risk Clara waking up again for even more rounds. Frankly, the Trailblazer was spent! If this kept up, she would shoot dust before she knew it.
Thus, Stelle was content to write a note for whenever Clara woke up, and she outright left the little one in the hotel room. Ruined, leaking cum, twitching, and well-bred—just like that. Perhaps she would come back tomorrow, or she might bring Clara onto the Astral Express.
Then again, there was more than one prospective sex friend in Belobog, was there not?
I wonder what Hook is up to, Stelle thought suddenly.