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Junko does have a nice little…
*AHEM* I mean what? I wouldn’t know. It’s not like I’ve checked her out.
I like Mukuro/Junko because they are females, so they can be called ‘yuri’ in my opinion.
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I’ve been reading a bunch of stupid yuri manga and…
Today I was struck with the…I hesitate to say “inspiration” because everything about this is awful, but I had this idea that when Mukuro comes back from Fenrir, she gets her period at the mall or a restaurant or something, and asks Junko for a pad.
Naturally, Junko doesn’t waste time with that gauche shit; she only has tampons. Mukuro’s internally really distressed about this, because she’s never used a tampon before.
"Are you sure you don’t have any pads?"
"I just fucking told you, no. How old are we? Twelve?"
"B-but—"
"Do you want the tampon or not?"
Mukuro silently takes it and disappears into the bathroom, where she perches in the stall and turns the tampon over and over in her hands, examining it. She has this very manga-esque moment of resolution, and then the “camera” cuts to Junko, who’s getting bored of waiting outside.
She comes into the bathroom, asking Mukuro what the hold up is, and finds her sister hanging her head in defeat.
"What the hell is happening?"
"I can’t do it."
"Can’t do what?" Junko glances down and notices the tampon in Mukuro’s hand. "You can’t put the tampon in?"
Mukuro, still staring at the ground, nods silently.
"You’ve never used one before."
Silent head shake.
"What did you do in the field?"
"I used rags."
"Wow, okay. Sorry I asked. Anyway, come here and I’ll help you."
Mukuro looks up, surprised but expectant. “Really?”
"Of course! I can’t have my twin running around in glorified diapers every month. We’re in high school for fuck’s sake."
Junko takes the tampon and unwraps it, waving it in Mukuro’s face. She has her sit down and Junko settles in behind her.
"The trick," she says, rubbing Mukuro’s shoulders, "is to relax."
Mukuro’s really tense, but she slowly starts to unwind the longer the massage goes on. Junko, being Junko and therefore terrible, takes this opportunity to do some clothed light petting. It isn’t long before Junko tugs her twin’s shirt up and is running her hands over Mukuro’s bare stomach, and from there it’s a pretty quick trip to the inside of her bra.
Meanwhile, Mukuro is forgetting about her problem, and getting really into their moment (remember, she’s recently come home and is only just starting to have a physically intimate relationship with Junko). She allows her underwear to be pulled down her thighs, and just when she’s as aroused as she can get from having her chest fondled, Junko slips the tampon in.
This results in surprise and an unpleasant-but-also-pleasant sensation for Mukuro.
Junko hugs her around the middle and kisses her twin’s furiously blushing cheek.
"Now I hope you paid attention, because I’m not going to do this for you every time."
Epilogue:
The next several times Mukuro has to insert a tampon, she has to first close her eyes and fantasize about sex with Junko.
Today I was struck with the…I hesitate to say “inspiration” because everything about this is awful, but I had this idea that when Mukuro comes back from Fenrir, she gets her period at the mall or a restaurant or something, and asks Junko for a pad.
Naturally, Junko doesn’t waste time with that gauche shit; she only has tampons. Mukuro’s internally really distressed about this, because she’s never used a tampon before.
"Are you sure you don’t have any pads?"
"I just fucking told you, no. How old are we? Twelve?"
"B-but—"
"Do you want the tampon or not?"
Mukuro silently takes it and disappears into the bathroom, where she perches in the stall and turns the tampon over and over in her hands, examining it. She has this very manga-esque moment of resolution, and then the “camera” cuts to Junko, who’s getting bored of waiting outside.
She comes into the bathroom, asking Mukuro what the hold up is, and finds her sister hanging her head in defeat.
"What the hell is happening?"
"I can’t do it."
"Can’t do what?" Junko glances down and notices the tampon in Mukuro’s hand. "You can’t put the tampon in?"
Mukuro, still staring at the ground, nods silently.
"You’ve never used one before."
Silent head shake.
"What did you do in the field?"
"I used rags."
"Wow, okay. Sorry I asked. Anyway, come here and I’ll help you."
Mukuro looks up, surprised but expectant. “Really?”
"Of course! I can’t have my twin running around in glorified diapers every month. We’re in high school for fuck’s sake."
Junko takes the tampon and unwraps it, waving it in Mukuro’s face. She has her sit down and Junko settles in behind her.
"The trick," she says, rubbing Mukuro’s shoulders, "is to relax."
Mukuro’s really tense, but she slowly starts to unwind the longer the massage goes on. Junko, being Junko and therefore terrible, takes this opportunity to do some clothed light petting. It isn’t long before Junko tugs her twin’s shirt up and is running her hands over Mukuro’s bare stomach, and from there it’s a pretty quick trip to the inside of her bra.
Meanwhile, Mukuro is forgetting about her problem, and getting really into their moment (remember, she’s recently come home and is only just starting to have a physically intimate relationship with Junko). She allows her underwear to be pulled down her thighs, and just when she’s as aroused as she can get from having her chest fondled, Junko slips the tampon in.
This results in surprise and an unpleasant-but-also-pleasant sensation for Mukuro.
Junko hugs her around the middle and kisses her twin’s furiously blushing cheek.
"Now I hope you paid attention, because I’m not going to do this for you every time."
Epilogue:
The next several times Mukuro has to insert a tampon, she has to first close her eyes and fantasize about sex with Junko.
it’s been months since i’ve drawn anything and i’m trying to get back into practice so here’s some despaircest in gym uniforms i did as a warmup doodle because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anonymous said:
I feel so conflicted when I see non-abusive, fluffy Despaircest. On one hand it makes me happy to see Mukuro happy (which is why I also sometimes ship her with people other than Junko - like Naegi, or Koizumi, or Nanami, or literally ANYONE other than Junko), but on the other hand - not in Despaircest, dammit. (If you’re not shipping Despaircest for how fucked up and soul-crushingly unhealthy it is in every way possible, why are you shipping it at all? I just don’t get it.)
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nsfw despaircest dream stuff from last night
Last night I dreamt that Junko was sitting in a high, royalty-looking throne. She had her crown on, and was holding a staff like??? a golden staff with a red-crown top, and was watching over Mukuro.
Junko was making fun of her for being such a loyal knight, before saying that she was allowed to step closer. Mukuro quietly obeyed, stepping up to Junko, who patted her lap to signal for Mukuro to get on. She quietly obeyed, only for Junko to make fun of her a bit more, eventually slipping her fingers beneath her skirt.
Mukuro stood up with her foot between Junko’s thighs like she was going to try to jump up and off of the throne, but Junko wrapped her arms around Mukuro’s hips, nipping at the cloth of her skirt.
Mukuro turned quiet, and Junko slipped her head beneath her sibling’s skirt, and began.. uh. Yeah. Mukuro got quiet but didn’t argue with her, instead starting to grind into her mouth. Junko lowered her arms to lace her fingers around Mukuro’s ankles. Mukuro kept grinding into her mouth, leaning over the throne, shakily finishing after a few minutes, only for Junko to headbutt her in the stomach to make her fall off of the throne, and settle the staff on her stomach and tell her to go get back to business.
hhh okay there just had to talk about this
Last night I dreamt that Junko was sitting in a high, royalty-looking throne. She had her crown on, and was holding a staff like??? a golden staff with a red-crown top, and was watching over Mukuro.
Junko was making fun of her for being such a loyal knight, before saying that she was allowed to step closer. Mukuro quietly obeyed, stepping up to Junko, who patted her lap to signal for Mukuro to get on. She quietly obeyed, only for Junko to make fun of her a bit more, eventually slipping her fingers beneath her skirt.
Mukuro stood up with her foot between Junko’s thighs like she was going to try to jump up and off of the throne, but Junko wrapped her arms around Mukuro’s hips, nipping at the cloth of her skirt.
Mukuro turned quiet, and Junko slipped her head beneath her sibling’s skirt, and began.. uh. Yeah. Mukuro got quiet but didn’t argue with her, instead starting to grind into her mouth. Junko lowered her arms to lace her fingers around Mukuro’s ankles. Mukuro kept grinding into her mouth, leaning over the throne, shakily finishing after a few minutes, only for Junko to headbutt her in the stomach to make her fall off of the throne, and settle the staff on her stomach and tell her to go get back to business.
hhh okay there just had to talk about this
Junko x Mukuro - simple and complicated
Ok yeah this is a bunch of nsfw incesty abuse and smut and sexting hahahahaa
Arms wrapped around her neck almost tight enough to strangle her, a simple kiss to the corner of her mouth and, “I missed you, soldier.”
Sometimes during school, Junko would tease Mukuro, when they were in the same class Junko might bat her eyes at her sister, make dirty gestures, shimmy her skirt up so her sister could see or perhaps pass a note round and hopefully nobody would read it. In this instance though, Junko had decided to tease her sister from the other side of the school, slipping her phone beneath her desk she smirked, she wanted Mukuro to get hot and squirm in class, perhaps get her phone confiscated, that would cause a little bit of sweet despair enough to please junko for today.
Hey sis listen up! xxxxxxxx
What is it, Junko i’m in class right now?
I dont care i said listen up i’m in class too! The funniest thing happened, I was Jst daydreaming ‘bout how sxy last night was and Im relly wet sis, im soaked rite now and its ur fault silly xxxxxxx
can’t we do this later?
No, listen here sis Im imagining like rite now ur sliding ur hands up my skirt & fcking me aganst a damn lockr its so dang hot im rubbing aganst my chair im so trned on I bet u’d love 2 fuck me in my skl unifom sis xxxxxxxxxx
I would, I can’t deny that Junko, please don’t draw any attention to yourself doing that in class…
Mukuro! r u even listening? I want u 2 fuck me and all u care about is gtting caught! xxxxxxx
Thats not true, you know that!
Prove it thn sext me muku darling dnt disappoint me xxxxxxx
I’ll try sis, but how exactly does one sext?
ur useless u kno that, just tell me what u’d do if u were here rite now and make it saucy!!!! xxxxxxxxx
Um, I suppose if we were alone in that classroom I would maybe kiss you… I don’t know Junko what do you want me to do with you?
u pussy think 4 urself 4 once xxxxxx
Well I’d get under the desk maybe and…. I’m sorry Junko I can’t…
ur a useless cunt u pretend 2 be a wolf but ur rlly a puppy and what kind of lap dog r u if u cant even please ur mistress?! xxxxxxxx
I’m sorry Junko
yeh well u already proved ur worth u couldnt even do one damn thing u cldnt even get me off u make me sick to call u my sister! xxxxxx
just…. wait a little while though ok?
why the fuck shld I do that u’ll just disappoint me again? xxxxxx
I’m sorry Junko
Mukuro waited for about 10 minuted for a reply, but a reply never seemed to come.
Junko?
She shook it off, deciding her unpredictable sister had probably found something better to focus her attentions on than Mukuro, after all she said so herself that Mukuro was disappointing. The soldier supposed she would do what she knew best, take orders, sit through the lesson and then she anticipated that she would see Junko after class and she’d probably taste a man on her tongue and choose to ignore it out of embarrassment that she hadn’t carried out her job of entertaining Junko well enough.
So she sat there, until the fire bell started ringing in her ears, her eyes widened and she looked side to side in a blur of students standing up in shock and evacuating the building, Naegi Makoto yelled at her from across the classroom “Come on! Hurry up Mukuro this might not be a drill!” Snapping back into reality, the soldier began to file her way down the hallway with all the other students, some seemed to be screaming and yelling in panic, Mukuro scorned, their energy would be better spent on evacuating the building rather than panicking.
A hand wrapped tightly, suddenly around her wrist and Mukuro has to stop, “what the?” One hand yanks hard and another claps over her mouth as she finds herself being dragged into an empty classroom abandoned by students who are currently filing out of the building. Mukuro cannot see her abductor, but she feels them behind her, everything happens in a nanosecond, and Mukuro forces the anonymous hands away from her using pure strength and self defense skills. While the adrenaline from the attack is still coursing through her veins she twists the attackers hands back behind their head and slams them hard against the desk as a gut reaction.
"Darling~" The predator giggles then begins to simper in a painfully fake baby voice, "I would have thought you’d be a little gentler with your poor little sister, play nice Mukuro."
"Junko! I thought you were an enemy!" the solider gasped when she heard her sisters voice and came to the realisation that her mysterious abductor was Junko, she was so used to living life on the edge, living in a warzone that she had never suspected she might be pulled aside by an ally rather than an enemy.
Upon her realisation Mukuros touch softened, turned apologetic and gentle, letting go of her tight and probably pain inducing grasp round Junko’s wrists and the other girl turned in her awkward embrace and hopped up onto the table, swinging her legs back and forth. Perhaps Mukuro uttered the words, “I’m sorry,” a hundred times but she wasn’t met by any acknowledgement in return, just an unimpressed snort and arms wrapped around her neck almost tight enough to strangle her, a simple kiss to the corner of her mouth and, “I missed you, soldier.”
Mukuro hesitated and gulped, closing her eyes because she knew her sister wouldn’t like what she had to say, she wasn’t expected to have any objections, “Junko the fire bell…” She winced.
Junko didn’t care, she just leaned in and whispered against her sister’s lips, “Wouldn’t it be a tale full of despair if we are both burnt alive in this school? Just because our passion forbade us to leave behind this moment, we’d be famous, we’d be on TV Muku! everyone would talk about the twins who died because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other!” Mukuro felt her sister shiver in anticipation, and she felt her sister’s body heating up against her at the mention of despair, she reacted instinctively to Junko’s forcefull kiss and she refrained from wiping her lip when Junko drew blood.
"Muku don’t make your dear sister wait any longer, you’re so cruel! Do your job! Do your duty!" she whined in her sister’s ear and snatched her wrist for the second time today. This time the model was so impatient that she slid Mukuro’s hand between her legs and into her panties, rutting up against her and presenting her sister with a sickly innocent smile.
"I’m sorry, Junko"
The elder sister could tell Junko was dripping with arousal, she smirked her signature sheepish smirk and carried out her orders silently, leaving Junko to be verbal enough for the both of them, gripping and scratching at Mukuro’s shoulders with her nails like tiny daggers which made the solder recoil and shiver, glad this situation wasn’t the other way round. Her legs were spread, skimpy underwear pushed aside and her skirt hitched up her thighs showing all there was to show of her vogue thighs, she arched back leaning in towards her sister and tipping her head back while Mukuro couldn’t tell if her moans were genuine or not, she moaned and demanded like a porn actress.
"Use three fingers! and harder goddamn it don’t tickle me get me off, you’re pathetic!"
"I’m sorry"
Junko seemed to be doing most of the work herself, she rode her sisters fingers, and bucked and rubbed up against her gasping and drawing herself closer to orgasm with each second, the practiced pleasure from her sister made her lips quiver.
"You’re robotic!"
"sorry"
Beads of crimson ran down Mukuro’s chest from the constant scratching and scraping, the sight of her bloodied up soldier thrilled Junko to the point where she was writhing in ecstasy.
"You make me sick! You wouldn’t react if I ripped you to scraps with my bare hands, would you?!" She was screaming now, attacking her sister with her claws, tearing at her hair, screeching at the pleasure she was feeling as Mukuro worked hard with her hands, doing her duty as instructed, and as Junko was tipped over the edge she couldn’t help but let slip a few words of praise.
"Ah fuck sis!"
"Fuck you’re such a loyal serviceman! I’ve trained you good you know just how I like it!"
And in the heat and perspiration and panting moments following her bliss, she fell forward almost headbutting her silent sister and dragged their lips together, tasting the blood she had drawn and biting down hard to draw more, leaving Mukuro’s lips swollen, hair sweaty and disheveled.
Junko sneered against her ear, draped over her drained of energy, "There, now you look the part of my ruffian sister, you get me off in real life maybe you’ll learn to fuck me in a text message so I don’t have to pull the fire drill again.”
The soldier just shakes her head in amusement and finally wipes the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, reveling in the fact she recieved her sisters good opinion. Looking down at her sister, blanking out her harsh utterances, she managed a small smile, Junko was almost like a baby who needed constant attention, and Mukuro dared to play with a strand of her supermodel sister’s hair, and kiss the flawless skin of her shoulder, holding her sister in silence, she had run out of apologies for now.
Ok yeah this is a bunch of nsfw incesty abuse and smut and sexting hahahahaa
Arms wrapped around her neck almost tight enough to strangle her, a simple kiss to the corner of her mouth and, “I missed you, soldier.”
Sometimes during school, Junko would tease Mukuro, when they were in the same class Junko might bat her eyes at her sister, make dirty gestures, shimmy her skirt up so her sister could see or perhaps pass a note round and hopefully nobody would read it. In this instance though, Junko had decided to tease her sister from the other side of the school, slipping her phone beneath her desk she smirked, she wanted Mukuro to get hot and squirm in class, perhaps get her phone confiscated, that would cause a little bit of sweet despair enough to please junko for today.
Hey sis listen up! xxxxxxxx
What is it, Junko i’m in class right now?
I dont care i said listen up i’m in class too! The funniest thing happened, I was Jst daydreaming ‘bout how sxy last night was and Im relly wet sis, im soaked rite now and its ur fault silly xxxxxxx
can’t we do this later?
No, listen here sis Im imagining like rite now ur sliding ur hands up my skirt & fcking me aganst a damn lockr its so dang hot im rubbing aganst my chair im so trned on I bet u’d love 2 fuck me in my skl unifom sis xxxxxxxxxx
I would, I can’t deny that Junko, please don’t draw any attention to yourself doing that in class…
Mukuro! r u even listening? I want u 2 fuck me and all u care about is gtting caught! xxxxxxx
Thats not true, you know that!
Prove it thn sext me muku darling dnt disappoint me xxxxxxx
I’ll try sis, but how exactly does one sext?
ur useless u kno that, just tell me what u’d do if u were here rite now and make it saucy!!!! xxxxxxxxx
Um, I suppose if we were alone in that classroom I would maybe kiss you… I don’t know Junko what do you want me to do with you?
u pussy think 4 urself 4 once xxxxxx
Well I’d get under the desk maybe and…. I’m sorry Junko I can’t…
ur a useless cunt u pretend 2 be a wolf but ur rlly a puppy and what kind of lap dog r u if u cant even please ur mistress?! xxxxxxxx
I’m sorry Junko
yeh well u already proved ur worth u couldnt even do one damn thing u cldnt even get me off u make me sick to call u my sister! xxxxxx
just…. wait a little while though ok?
why the fuck shld I do that u’ll just disappoint me again? xxxxxx
I’m sorry Junko
Mukuro waited for about 10 minuted for a reply, but a reply never seemed to come.
Junko?
She shook it off, deciding her unpredictable sister had probably found something better to focus her attentions on than Mukuro, after all she said so herself that Mukuro was disappointing. The soldier supposed she would do what she knew best, take orders, sit through the lesson and then she anticipated that she would see Junko after class and she’d probably taste a man on her tongue and choose to ignore it out of embarrassment that she hadn’t carried out her job of entertaining Junko well enough.
So she sat there, until the fire bell started ringing in her ears, her eyes widened and she looked side to side in a blur of students standing up in shock and evacuating the building, Naegi Makoto yelled at her from across the classroom “Come on! Hurry up Mukuro this might not be a drill!” Snapping back into reality, the soldier began to file her way down the hallway with all the other students, some seemed to be screaming and yelling in panic, Mukuro scorned, their energy would be better spent on evacuating the building rather than panicking.
A hand wrapped tightly, suddenly around her wrist and Mukuro has to stop, “what the?” One hand yanks hard and another claps over her mouth as she finds herself being dragged into an empty classroom abandoned by students who are currently filing out of the building. Mukuro cannot see her abductor, but she feels them behind her, everything happens in a nanosecond, and Mukuro forces the anonymous hands away from her using pure strength and self defense skills. While the adrenaline from the attack is still coursing through her veins she twists the attackers hands back behind their head and slams them hard against the desk as a gut reaction.
"Darling~" The predator giggles then begins to simper in a painfully fake baby voice, "I would have thought you’d be a little gentler with your poor little sister, play nice Mukuro."
"Junko! I thought you were an enemy!" the solider gasped when she heard her sisters voice and came to the realisation that her mysterious abductor was Junko, she was so used to living life on the edge, living in a warzone that she had never suspected she might be pulled aside by an ally rather than an enemy.
Upon her realisation Mukuros touch softened, turned apologetic and gentle, letting go of her tight and probably pain inducing grasp round Junko’s wrists and the other girl turned in her awkward embrace and hopped up onto the table, swinging her legs back and forth. Perhaps Mukuro uttered the words, “I’m sorry,” a hundred times but she wasn’t met by any acknowledgement in return, just an unimpressed snort and arms wrapped around her neck almost tight enough to strangle her, a simple kiss to the corner of her mouth and, “I missed you, soldier.”
Mukuro hesitated and gulped, closing her eyes because she knew her sister wouldn’t like what she had to say, she wasn’t expected to have any objections, “Junko the fire bell…” She winced.
Junko didn’t care, she just leaned in and whispered against her sister’s lips, “Wouldn’t it be a tale full of despair if we are both burnt alive in this school? Just because our passion forbade us to leave behind this moment, we’d be famous, we’d be on TV Muku! everyone would talk about the twins who died because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other!” Mukuro felt her sister shiver in anticipation, and she felt her sister’s body heating up against her at the mention of despair, she reacted instinctively to Junko’s forcefull kiss and she refrained from wiping her lip when Junko drew blood.
"Muku don’t make your dear sister wait any longer, you’re so cruel! Do your job! Do your duty!" she whined in her sister’s ear and snatched her wrist for the second time today. This time the model was so impatient that she slid Mukuro’s hand between her legs and into her panties, rutting up against her and presenting her sister with a sickly innocent smile.
"I’m sorry, Junko"
The elder sister could tell Junko was dripping with arousal, she smirked her signature sheepish smirk and carried out her orders silently, leaving Junko to be verbal enough for the both of them, gripping and scratching at Mukuro’s shoulders with her nails like tiny daggers which made the solder recoil and shiver, glad this situation wasn’t the other way round. Her legs were spread, skimpy underwear pushed aside and her skirt hitched up her thighs showing all there was to show of her vogue thighs, she arched back leaning in towards her sister and tipping her head back while Mukuro couldn’t tell if her moans were genuine or not, she moaned and demanded like a porn actress.
"Use three fingers! and harder goddamn it don’t tickle me get me off, you’re pathetic!"
"I’m sorry"
Junko seemed to be doing most of the work herself, she rode her sisters fingers, and bucked and rubbed up against her gasping and drawing herself closer to orgasm with each second, the practiced pleasure from her sister made her lips quiver.
"You’re robotic!"
"sorry"
Beads of crimson ran down Mukuro’s chest from the constant scratching and scraping, the sight of her bloodied up soldier thrilled Junko to the point where she was writhing in ecstasy.
"You make me sick! You wouldn’t react if I ripped you to scraps with my bare hands, would you?!" She was screaming now, attacking her sister with her claws, tearing at her hair, screeching at the pleasure she was feeling as Mukuro worked hard with her hands, doing her duty as instructed, and as Junko was tipped over the edge she couldn’t help but let slip a few words of praise.
"Ah fuck sis!"
"Fuck you’re such a loyal serviceman! I’ve trained you good you know just how I like it!"
And in the heat and perspiration and panting moments following her bliss, she fell forward almost headbutting her silent sister and dragged their lips together, tasting the blood she had drawn and biting down hard to draw more, leaving Mukuro’s lips swollen, hair sweaty and disheveled.
Junko sneered against her ear, draped over her drained of energy, "There, now you look the part of my ruffian sister, you get me off in real life maybe you’ll learn to fuck me in a text message so I don’t have to pull the fire drill again.”
The soldier just shakes her head in amusement and finally wipes the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, reveling in the fact she recieved her sisters good opinion. Looking down at her sister, blanking out her harsh utterances, she managed a small smile, Junko was almost like a baby who needed constant attention, and Mukuro dared to play with a strand of her supermodel sister’s hair, and kiss the flawless skin of her shoulder, holding her sister in silence, she had run out of apologies for now.
"I’m fixed at zero."
Mukuro Ikusaba is complete!
Will be debuted at either Banzaicon or Carolina Anime Day!
I’ll be there with the wife as Junko.
Despite her best possible efforts to conceal the amusement veiled behind her eyes, Junko couldn’t help but feel her lips peel up. Her dangerously white porcelain veneers leered from behind the painted coral hue of her mouth, which only parted to let a throaty cackle escape from the pit of her throat.
Not a single smudge of lipstick stained her perfectly ivory front teeth, and her eyes seemed to stare holes through the girl kneeling at her feet.
Mukuro Ikusaba, dearest sister, held in all esteem, held herself stationed perfectly on her knees. Unmoving from her designated spot at the queen’s too-reflective black boots, polished to nearly mirror her freckled face, she was left peering into the instep of Enoshima’s shoe, while her heel began tapping idly against the red carpet.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The speed never seemed to increase, though it did cease momentarily as the toe slipped beneath her chin. Mukuro felt her teeth dig into her tongue, eyes never breaking contact with her red laces, or glancing away from her beloved twin’s size 6 shoes.
Silent, she took the harsh criticism and occasional faltering praise of Junko. Something between spiels of the marketing ability of virginity, the ability to manipulate with a single orgasm, the unreliability of love and blah blah blah, something seemed to pique her interests.
Junko would occasionally slam her steel toe into Mukuro’s throat, making the breath in her esophagus catch. Only then did she break eye contact with her sister’s thighs and ankles, tensing occasionally with the pulse of muscle as she tightened and prepared for another kick.
The room was unnecessarily warm. Ikusaba could feel the sweat pool on the underside of her petite breasts and the leather against her skin, though her oath of silence was never broken.
"And so! I feel that it is necessary to reward you.."
A reward? From Junko, of all people?
Though she’d managed to phase out for most of her speech, the metaphorical monkey’s paw dangling above her head intrigued her.
The blonde then patted gently on her lap, clapping her hand against her pale, hairless thighs to trigger a lightswitch to reveal the room.
It was her throne, of course. The room was illuminated with an overt amount of royal hues, mostly dark crimsons and royal purples and blues. It was almost tacky, just how hard she tried to stick to her color scheme. It was known to expect as such, of course, as her coordination skills were lacking despite her fashionista facade. Plus, she was gaudy as hell.
Junko lifted a white fur around her throat, passionately kissing the head of the taxidermy beast on its snout before dropping it to dangle between her breasts, hanging limp and dead in replacement for her tie. She also seemed to have swiped a crown and matching gown, letting it pool off to her sides and drape off of the gold and red throne she sat herself on.
It stood out from the rest of the room only in that it was completely mismatched in color, being a pale red. Nearly salmon in hue, it was definitely not belonging in her room.
Of course, she wouldn’t say such a thing.
Mukuro nodded silently, seemingly forgetting what Junko had said in the moment of absorbing her current surroundings.
Another laugh erupted from her sister, who retracted her boots. She parted her thighs, slamming her hands between them to indicate that Mukuro needed to step up. “You think you deserve to be rewarded? Maybe I do, too! But not frequently, or else you’ll become spoiled! This is a gift from me to you..” Just to keep her in line.
The modest Soldier fell quiet again, the objections pooling in her throat seemingly escaping through her gaping mouth. She hadn’t quite realized the look she was giving Junko, but of course she wouldn’t argue. As instructed, she stepped closer to her dear darling beloved sister, sitting on the throne between the toned, pale limbs meant to keep her.
With a reckless movement, Junko crammed her hand beneath the virgin’s skirt, her lack of tact and consideration startling the older of the two. The raven-haired girl nearly leaped out of her own skin, her face flushing to reveal the dark freckles laced over the border of her nose. Her hands immediately went to grab for Junko’s wrist, legs reacting before she was capable of removing her hand.
She bounded up, knees locking as if she intended to jump off of the throne and leap away. Mukuro’s shaky knees were immediately taken captive, though.
Junko twined her arms around Mukuro’s legs, her bouncing pigtails’ bear-shaped clips seemingly disappearing beneath the dark brown pleats of her skirt. Her lips traced a quick, wet and invisible trail over Ikusaba’s thighs, lips immediately locating the bud beneath the overly-concealing shorts hiding her sister’s delicate bits.
No argument was posed, but it was obviously due to a stunned silence. With a quick heaved pant, Mukuro considered her options. Jump, run, face punishment? It seemed unlikely.
Examine.. whatever Junko was doing?
That seemed like a more plausible, but less morally correct, ideal.
Hushed although she had never spoken a word, Mukuro felt a cold gust brush between the airtight seal of her thighs as the cloth was dropped down to her ankles.
Oh. Junko seemingly had acquired a new skill, though it seemed she was just using her as test practice material again.
Junko’s tongue traced over the pale folds between Mukuro’s tactfully-addressed lips, tracing impolite circles near-mimicking the alphabet around her insides, never prodding too deep. She had been warned of such things, fortunately, by the more experienced faculty members of her despair crew.
Mukuro felt the warmth in the pit of her stomach begin to twist, and leaned into the upper headrest of the throne she stood on. Her stomach pressed into the button-pinched rest of the chair, boots taking a firm stance stationed on the opposite side of both of Junko’s thighs, giving her some headspace to move around.
Junko still worked quickly, making immodest and grotesque slurping noises, seemingly mocking Mukuro as she shook and trembled. Her sister’s fingers curled around her ankles, taking a firm brace to prevent her from moving as she stood. Not that she would, aside from grinding into Junko’s mouth, the rancorous depths still spewing muted insults even between laps and circles of her tongue.
Mukuro’s bud seemed to twitch and throb as she experienced the brunt of Junko’s containment, though the thought of her beloved chastity and moral values seemed to sink into the back of her mind, screaming for her attention. Along with the fact that, well, this was her sibling, afterall. She didn’t bother to think of everything else wrong with this situation, though.
Junko’s right hand snaked up Mukuro’s thigh, though she still held her tight around the ankle with her free fingers, digging her index and middle finger into her warmth.
Though, she did seem to disregard her sharp, pointed and filed manicure that nearly impaled the suffering Mukuro, just impatiently awaiting the shame of her climax. Her thighs tightened as she gripped for Junko’s pigtails, getting a quick huff and a bite against her sensitive walls as a warning to keep her hands off. Obediently, she halfheartedly leaned over the throne, grabbing at the back of the chair as she finally experienced the welled up warmth pooling inside of her.
With an immodest grunt, she broke her poker face, groaning shakily.
Almost immediately, though, she felt two impacts. One was a punch to the stomach, ruining the afterglow of her climax, and the other was her back hitting the three-step stairwell at Junko’s feet. She could feel the cement beneath bruise her, though her arguments were still quieted.
"Good girl! Now, get back to work. That’s all you get, now, hurry along now~"
Almost immediately, Junko began waving her hand, before tensing it into a fist. A threatening gesture of tensed fingers followed. “NOW! Get out!”
The command was heeded, and the humiliated and embarrassed Mukuro stormed outof the room, abandoning the boxers stationed between Junko’s thighs where they were.
…What a reward.
Not a single smudge of lipstick stained her perfectly ivory front teeth, and her eyes seemed to stare holes through the girl kneeling at her feet.
Mukuro Ikusaba, dearest sister, held in all esteem, held herself stationed perfectly on her knees. Unmoving from her designated spot at the queen’s too-reflective black boots, polished to nearly mirror her freckled face, she was left peering into the instep of Enoshima’s shoe, while her heel began tapping idly against the red carpet.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The speed never seemed to increase, though it did cease momentarily as the toe slipped beneath her chin. Mukuro felt her teeth dig into her tongue, eyes never breaking contact with her red laces, or glancing away from her beloved twin’s size 6 shoes.
Silent, she took the harsh criticism and occasional faltering praise of Junko. Something between spiels of the marketing ability of virginity, the ability to manipulate with a single orgasm, the unreliability of love and blah blah blah, something seemed to pique her interests.
Junko would occasionally slam her steel toe into Mukuro’s throat, making the breath in her esophagus catch. Only then did she break eye contact with her sister’s thighs and ankles, tensing occasionally with the pulse of muscle as she tightened and prepared for another kick.
The room was unnecessarily warm. Ikusaba could feel the sweat pool on the underside of her petite breasts and the leather against her skin, though her oath of silence was never broken.
"And so! I feel that it is necessary to reward you.."
A reward? From Junko, of all people?
Though she’d managed to phase out for most of her speech, the metaphorical monkey’s paw dangling above her head intrigued her.
The blonde then patted gently on her lap, clapping her hand against her pale, hairless thighs to trigger a lightswitch to reveal the room.
It was her throne, of course. The room was illuminated with an overt amount of royal hues, mostly dark crimsons and royal purples and blues. It was almost tacky, just how hard she tried to stick to her color scheme. It was known to expect as such, of course, as her coordination skills were lacking despite her fashionista facade. Plus, she was gaudy as hell.
Junko lifted a white fur around her throat, passionately kissing the head of the taxidermy beast on its snout before dropping it to dangle between her breasts, hanging limp and dead in replacement for her tie. She also seemed to have swiped a crown and matching gown, letting it pool off to her sides and drape off of the gold and red throne she sat herself on.
It stood out from the rest of the room only in that it was completely mismatched in color, being a pale red. Nearly salmon in hue, it was definitely not belonging in her room.
Of course, she wouldn’t say such a thing.
Mukuro nodded silently, seemingly forgetting what Junko had said in the moment of absorbing her current surroundings.
Another laugh erupted from her sister, who retracted her boots. She parted her thighs, slamming her hands between them to indicate that Mukuro needed to step up. “You think you deserve to be rewarded? Maybe I do, too! But not frequently, or else you’ll become spoiled! This is a gift from me to you..” Just to keep her in line.
The modest Soldier fell quiet again, the objections pooling in her throat seemingly escaping through her gaping mouth. She hadn’t quite realized the look she was giving Junko, but of course she wouldn’t argue. As instructed, she stepped closer to her dear darling beloved sister, sitting on the throne between the toned, pale limbs meant to keep her.
With a reckless movement, Junko crammed her hand beneath the virgin’s skirt, her lack of tact and consideration startling the older of the two. The raven-haired girl nearly leaped out of her own skin, her face flushing to reveal the dark freckles laced over the border of her nose. Her hands immediately went to grab for Junko’s wrist, legs reacting before she was capable of removing her hand.
She bounded up, knees locking as if she intended to jump off of the throne and leap away. Mukuro’s shaky knees were immediately taken captive, though.
Junko twined her arms around Mukuro’s legs, her bouncing pigtails’ bear-shaped clips seemingly disappearing beneath the dark brown pleats of her skirt. Her lips traced a quick, wet and invisible trail over Ikusaba’s thighs, lips immediately locating the bud beneath the overly-concealing shorts hiding her sister’s delicate bits.
No argument was posed, but it was obviously due to a stunned silence. With a quick heaved pant, Mukuro considered her options. Jump, run, face punishment? It seemed unlikely.
Examine.. whatever Junko was doing?
That seemed like a more plausible, but less morally correct, ideal.
Hushed although she had never spoken a word, Mukuro felt a cold gust brush between the airtight seal of her thighs as the cloth was dropped down to her ankles.
Oh. Junko seemingly had acquired a new skill, though it seemed she was just using her as test practice material again.
Junko’s tongue traced over the pale folds between Mukuro’s tactfully-addressed lips, tracing impolite circles near-mimicking the alphabet around her insides, never prodding too deep. She had been warned of such things, fortunately, by the more experienced faculty members of her despair crew.
Mukuro felt the warmth in the pit of her stomach begin to twist, and leaned into the upper headrest of the throne she stood on. Her stomach pressed into the button-pinched rest of the chair, boots taking a firm stance stationed on the opposite side of both of Junko’s thighs, giving her some headspace to move around.
Junko still worked quickly, making immodest and grotesque slurping noises, seemingly mocking Mukuro as she shook and trembled. Her sister’s fingers curled around her ankles, taking a firm brace to prevent her from moving as she stood. Not that she would, aside from grinding into Junko’s mouth, the rancorous depths still spewing muted insults even between laps and circles of her tongue.
Mukuro’s bud seemed to twitch and throb as she experienced the brunt of Junko’s containment, though the thought of her beloved chastity and moral values seemed to sink into the back of her mind, screaming for her attention. Along with the fact that, well, this was her sibling, afterall. She didn’t bother to think of everything else wrong with this situation, though.
Junko’s right hand snaked up Mukuro’s thigh, though she still held her tight around the ankle with her free fingers, digging her index and middle finger into her warmth.
Though, she did seem to disregard her sharp, pointed and filed manicure that nearly impaled the suffering Mukuro, just impatiently awaiting the shame of her climax. Her thighs tightened as she gripped for Junko’s pigtails, getting a quick huff and a bite against her sensitive walls as a warning to keep her hands off. Obediently, she halfheartedly leaned over the throne, grabbing at the back of the chair as she finally experienced the welled up warmth pooling inside of her.
With an immodest grunt, she broke her poker face, groaning shakily.
Almost immediately, though, she felt two impacts. One was a punch to the stomach, ruining the afterglow of her climax, and the other was her back hitting the three-step stairwell at Junko’s feet. She could feel the cement beneath bruise her, though her arguments were still quieted.
"Good girl! Now, get back to work. That’s all you get, now, hurry along now~"
Almost immediately, Junko began waving her hand, before tensing it into a fist. A threatening gesture of tensed fingers followed. “NOW! Get out!”
The command was heeded, and the humiliated and embarrassed Mukuro stormed outof the room, abandoning the boxers stationed between Junko’s thighs where they were.
…What a reward.
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