Klee's eyes went wide. She nodded eagerly, her pigtails bouncing against his thighs. "Milk! Klee loves warm, thick milk!" she squealed, doubling her efforts with a disturbing enthusiasm.
Her tiny hands gripped his thighs as she took him deeper, gagging slightly but pushing through it with a terrifying focus.
The bells on her hat jingled wildly as she bobbed her head, her nose pressing against his stomach.
When she pulled back for air, a thick string of spit stretched between them. "Onii-chan tastes better than Dodoco," she giggled in that creepy, sweet voice, before plunging back down with a loud, wet moan.
His control was slipping. The sheer, mind-breaking absurdity of the scene was pushing him right to the edge.
He could feel the pressure building. Her fingers dug into his hips as she sensed him tense.
"Klee wants all the milk!" she whimpered around his cock, looking up at him with teary, expectant eyes, her lips stretched obscenely wide.
"Take it all, Klee," he grunted, his hips bucking as thick ropes of cum shot into the back of her throat.
Klee gagged as his release flooded her mouth, but she swallowed every last drop, her throat working with a practiced efficiency that was both impressive and deeply disturbing.
When he finally pulled his cock out, he smeared the remnants on her soft cheek, a crude, possessive mark.
She didn't even flinch.
Instead, she giggled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips clean. "Mmm! Onii-chan's milk is so yummy!" she chirped in that unsettling childlike voice.
Then, with a wicked grin that shattered the Klee illusion, her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "Klee wants seconds."
Her small hands were already stroking him back to hardness. "Maybe this time..." she whispered, crawling into his lap.
The tiny red dress rode up around her waist, revealing she was completely bare underneath. "...onii-chan can put his candy... somewhere warmer."
A raw, possessive need took over Makoto. "Hehe, my turn. Onii-chan will lick Klee first," he growled, pushing her onto the bed.
He spread her legs, ignoring her little squeak of fake protest, and dove his face into her crotch. The scent was pure Yuna: musky, sweet, and intoxicating.
"Klee tastes so sweet down here, like strawberry," he murmured against her slick folds, his tongue beginning a relentless assault.
Klee shrieked in that high-pitched, piercing voice, her tiny hands flying to grip his hair. "O-onii-chan! T-that tickles, ehehe!" she whined, but her hips bucked against his mouth in a desperate, undeniable rhythm.
Her legs trembled as he licked deeper, her moans shifting between Klee's fake, childish giggles and the very real, guttural sounds of Yuna's pleasure.
"Klee's… special place isn't for licking!" she protested weakly, even as she ground her clit against his tongue. "B-but… if onii-chan insists..."
Her back arched off the bed, the silly Dodoco backpack digging into her shoulders as she got close.
"I-I'm gonna go... BOOM BOOM BAKUDAN!" she screamed, her pussy clamping down on his tongue as she came, her whole body shaking with the force of it.
When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting and slick with her own release, she grinned up at him with half-lidded eyes.
The Klee persona was still there, but it was frayed, stretched thin by the reality of her orgasm. "D-did onii-chan like Klee's… explosion?"
"Yeah, I loved it," he growled, the taste of her still on his lips. A dark, insatiable hunger took root in him.
He wanted more. He wanted to break her. "And I'm gonna do it over and over again."
He dove back down, his mouth finding her clit again, sucking and kissing and tormenting her for what felt like an eternity.
Klee's squeals of protest quickly turned into full-throated screams as he tormented her sensitive, swollen clit.
Her tiny hands clawed at the sheets, shredding the cheap satin. "O-ONII-CHAN TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH!" she wailed in that broken child-voice, her legs shaking violently around his head.
Her second orgasm hit like a detonation. Her back arched clean off the bed, the straps of the Dodoco backpack snapping from the sheer force of her convulsions as she soaked his face.
"K-KLEE'S GONNA DIE—!" she shrieked before collapsing in a twitching, overstimulated heap.
When she finally caught her breath, she rolled onto her stomach with a whimper, the ruined Klee costume barely clinging to her sweaty body.
"…onii-chan wins…" she mumbled into the mattress, her voice hoarse and raw from screaming. "…Klee surrenders…"
The words were part of the act, but the exhaustion, the complete physical submission, was terrifyingly real.
"Good", a dark part of his mind thought. "She's broken. Now she will be totally mine."
"Oh no, we aren't done yet," he purred, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Now it's onii-chan's turn to play."
He easily shoved his thick, throbbing cock into her quivering, well-lubricated cunt. She was so tight, so hot. "You look so cute… and helpless, hehe."
Klee's entire body convulsed as he bottomed out inside her sensitive cunt, her tiny hands scrambling at the sheets.
"O-ONII-CHAN TOO BIG! KLEE'S GONNA BREAK!" she sobbed in that high-pitched wail, but her pussy clenched around him like a desperate vice, welcoming the invasion.
Her ruined dress was now hiked up completely, the fabric tearing further with each brutal thrust. The Dodoco hat had fallen askew, revealing Yuna's half-lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes beneath.
She was still clinging to the act, even as he was destroying her. "P-PLAY GENTLY WITH KLEE— AH! AH!— OR MOMMY WILL GET MAD!"
Her nails raked down his back as he hammered into her, her legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper, to take all of him.
"ONII-CHAN'S… C-CANDY… TOO THICK, TOO STRONG—!" she shrieked, her body seizing up in another violent orgasm just moments later, her tight little cunt milking his cock with a desperate, frantic rhythm.
"Come on," he grunted, his own mind lost in a haze of pure, primal lust. "Onii-chan has a lot of pent-up milk saved for you."
He kept up his relentless pace for what felt like an hour, fucking her through her climax and beyond.
He shot his seed into her twice, then a third time, not caring about the mess, only about filling her, claiming her. "How do you feel about my milk, Klee?"
Klee's voice was completely broken now, reduced to hoarse, sobbing gasps as she took load after load. Her tiny body was a trembling, cum-drenched mess. The Klee costume is absolutely ruined, her stockings torn, her wig half-off.
"O-Onii-chan… gave Klee… too much milk…" she whimpered, her stomach slightly distended from the sheer volume he'd pumped into her.
Her pussy still clenched weakly around his softening cock, leaking his cum onto the sheets in thick, pearlescent rivulets.
With the last of her strength, she lifted a shaking hand, her finger poking her swollen belly. "B-Boom boom…" she murmured deliriously, her eyes rolling back in her head before she passed out cold, her legs still spread wide and twitching occasionally.
The Dodoco plushie lay discarded nearby, somehow even more stained than before.
Makoto pulled out of her with a wet, sucking sound. He watched his own seed ooze from her hole, a thick, undeniable proof of what he'd just done.
A cold wave of dread washed over him, piercing through the haze of his post-coital bliss.
Shit. Maybe that was too much.
He gently covered her with a blanket, his hands trembling.
He poured a glass of warm water from the carafe on the bedside table, taking a gulp himself before transferring it to her mouth, a clumsy, desperate attempt at care.
"You okay, Klee?" he whispered, his voice shaking. He corrected himself. "I mean… Yuna?"