[It's maddening. The cacophony of sex drowns out the wild pounding of her heart as the imp behind her begins smearing his precum against her soft outer labia. He snickers, and smacks her ass with his small open palm.
"You like it, don't you? Hearing your friends get fucked mercilessly? They like it too. Ya hear that one moanin' over there already? Keep her mouth open, boys. I wanna hear her squeal."
A small wave of cackles follows his statement, and another imp settles on her back to fist its little hand in her hair and yank. This forces Rin to arch her spine, to the delight of the crowd, as the 'leader' of her group rams himself in half way. Tohsaka cries out in surprise — it hurts, yes, but that pain quickly blooms into warm pleasure. The imps surrounding her begin swarming her in other ways. Stuffing their dicks in the tops of her stockings, stroking themselves with coils of her hair, and smearing the evidence of their arousal wherever they can on her body.
And yet her body cannot reject it. Somehow she cannot hate it. Especially not when she can hear Gen's voice turning from sour to sweet. Especially not when she can hear Atsumu gurgling against the cock in his mouth, and how the balls the imp fucking his ass slap loudly against his body. A part of her wants to see them... partially to see the lust on their faces, and partially to watch them get sloppily passed around.]
Ah, no—
[Is all she can get out before a whimper escalates to a moan when the imp bottoms out. His huge cock hilted deep inside her while its girth stretches her wider than she could have ever imagined. While none of the imps fuck her face, they do smear their weeping heads across her cheeks and on her lips. Rin's face even more flush than before. One of the imps wiggles underneath her, pushing Rin's torso up just enough so he can thrust his cock between her modest breasts.
All the while her little noises join the overture of squelching slaps, choked moans, and clapping flesh. Pants, groans, little yips and lustful sighs. Rin claws at the ground as if trying to get away, but the imps instead guide her soft hands to their hard dicks.]
[ First to fall, but last to slip. It's a dubious honor at best, when Atsumu has the terrifying awareness of the sound of his friends' struggles slowly morphing into something more sensual... more debauched, watches the expression on Gen's face shift into something that feels wrong to see.
His futile attempts to wiggle away continue for several seconds while the imps pinning how down laugh and jeer at him, and the two using him shove into him harder and deeper than before. Several agonizing seconds of clarity while the other two fall deeper into the imps thrall, before the sensation hits him for the first time.
The one fucking him grunts with satisfaction and his thrusts inside of Atsumu start to smooth and find a flow, all the while an all consuming heat flares up inside of him, racing up to his core and spreading out in a way that has him thrashing harder for a moment, before his movements start to calm. Atsumu doesn't sit still, he's never been good at that, but he goes from fighting against the movements of the imps to slowly falling into the rocking rhythm the two are creating for him, moving in tandem with them instead of fighting them.
The imp fucking him gives his hip a condescending pat as he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. "There you go. Now you're feeling it like the other whores."
And fuck if he isn't right that Atsumu is feeling it now. It feels good, the heat, hot enough to make it feel like his thoughts are bubbling and melting away, spreads from both ends now, swirling around inside him in a way that leaves him dazed and his cock aching. He watches, eyes glazed as Gen continues to get used by the imps around him, hands wrapped around imp cocks in a way that has him flexing his own fingers.
"You want that too, huh? We got a real slut on our hands, fellahs." Though the delight is obvious as the imp lets go of Atsumu's hand, standing upright to get himself ready and in position--
Only to have Atsumu's hand quickly reach right for his own cock, grabbing onto this neglected part of himself as he moans loudly and without restraint around the dick inside of his mouth.
He barely hears or registers the one imp's offended "Motherfucker!" as the little devil's friends laugh around him, especially not when he's rewarded for his actions by the two inside of him fucking with renewed vigor. Vigor that he tries to match with the pumping of his own hand. ]
[ Having gotten a healthy head start, the imp fucking Gen's throat is the first to blow its load. And while it's not something either Rin or Atsumu will be able to see -- not with the way that flared cock is shoved in so deep that Gen is forced to feel each spurt jetting into him, practically pummeling his stomach -- it's certainly something they'll be able to hear.
The imp cackles in triumph as it shallowly bucks its hips a few more times, tiny fingers yanking into dark hair, and Gen chokes and gurgles each time, too incoherent to realize the tight spasms of his throat only encourage further punishment. His hands -- forced taut around another cock each -- grasp and jerk haphazardly as he jolts in place; another loud moan is muffled deep in his throat as he gives a sharp jerk of the hips, so aroused his own hard cock flicks a viscous string of precum from the movement. When the imp finally withdraws from him in deliberately, cruelly, agonizingly slow fashion -- the head scraping against the inside of his throat the entire way up, practically scrubbing against flesh rendered hot and slick and terribly sensitive -- Gen coughs as it pops free of his mouth. The noise comes both pitiful and wanton, starting and stopping from the gluts of thick seed that continue to burble up his throat. It feels gross and painful and humiliating ... and good.
Is it the oxygen deprivation making his thoughts come so fuzzy and distant? Maybe. In part. But even more than that -- it's pleasure. He feels so good that it's impossible to focus on anything other than the heat sloshing in his stomach, the sensitive tingle at his lips, how much his tongue longs to be flattened against hard flesh once more.
'Hungry little cocksucker, aren't you!' The imp that had been fucking his face crows while hooking a finger against the corner of his mouth to pull it open; it uses its other hand to squeeze a few final drops of come from its length onto his tongue. Gen closes his eyes as he absently licks it up, then laps at the imp's finger, earning an approving cackle. 'Don't you worry, we'll be feeding you as many dicks as you want! Ain't that right, boys?'
The little imps surrounding him holler in agreement, and not a second is wasted before another cock is shoved into his mouth, the head pressing against the inside of his cheek to lewdly bulge it out. Which is nice enough, but it'd be better going deep. Gen blearily pants for air as he opens his mouth wide, head tilted back and tongue swept out of the way, groaning the entire time as the imp's cock presses inch by agonizing inch down his throat.
His stomach clenches the moment hot pre-come begins trickling in; his own cock drips in anticipation and joy. And while a small part of him absently thinks it'd be nice if there was a cock fucking his ass, too -- it's fine. The sensation of flared imp dick bulging his throat is good enough that he can let it slide. One of the cocks he'd been jerking off twitches in his grip as it cums over his chest, leaving his skin feeling hot. Gen chokes when the bulb of a thick knot bumps against his lips, moaning long and loud as the cock slowly pulls out. Then there's just the rhythmic, wanton noises of the imp humping his face with all its strength; his ears echo with the sounds of those steady slaps, the frothing of pre-cum, and the gurgling of his own spittle.
[It's disgusting. She's disgusting for her body falling so far as to like it. As to crave it when the the first imp spills his infernal seed inside her. To crave it when he falls away from her, slipping out, and spraying her lifted backside with the final spurts of his climax. Tohsaka groans — half lamenting how good it feels when another imp takes his place inside her, and half thick with the undeniable way her body welcomes being stretched to its limit.
Not long after the other little devils follow suit. Covering her tits, back, hair, and face with the corrupting liquid that makes her feel both empowered and weak. Brimming with energy, yet some how still defeated enough to take on the next set of imps that filter in. The one who requested her mouth be left open hovers to her front — letting his half hard cock sway before her.
"You want it, yeah? To taste it on your tongue and guzzle it down to your belly. Yeah, you hear how much fun your friends are havin'. Don't you wanna have fun like that too? Be honest and I'll let ya have it."
Rin tries to look away. Attempts to see how Gen and Atsumu are doing. Because of the swarms around them she can't make out much, but she can hear them. Their struggles, their enjoyment... For a moment her mind wanders. Her corruption-addled brain thinking of them both. Uncertain if she wants to be the one making them moan like that, or if she wishes they would instead take the places of the imps satisfying themselves with her body. Perhaps both.
With no answer from her, the Imp in front of Rin grabs her face. Lifts it up and drags his cum-covered cock along her soiled cheek and rubbing it there. While he tries to goad her into begging, the imp behind her thrusts furiously. Humping noisily as the first load of semen in her begins to froth from his movement. With each inward push a gush of white spills out from her pussy and onto his pelvis; the sticky liquid churning into an even bigger mess.
It's gross. It's so gross but for some reason it's so good. Their scent fills her lungs and somehow the sticky feeling of being coated in semen is a secret delight mixed with a little shame rather than being a wholly vomit-inducing experience. He's right — she does want it. She wants that tingling heat to sear her body and burn away the disgrace. Rin opens her mouth wide, as if to invite him.
"Nah, princess. You gotta use your words. I want your friends to hear just how desperate of a whore you really are. Go on. They might not even be listening."]
Fuck, just — give it to me! I don't want to hear you anymore! Just let me have it.
[The whole crowd around her bursts into jeers and cackles, but she doesn't seem to be getting what she asked for just yet.]
[ The chattering of the imps blends into the background for Atsumu, both the ones yelling at him, and the ones berating and degrading his friends. Smatterings of words and phrases register in his sex-addled mind: cocksucker, feeding you as many dicks as you want, princess, how desperate of a whore. None of them really settle as the float down in the churning soup of his thoughts.
It's not until he hears Rin yell out, really yell out, that something in Atsumu snaps back to reality for a moment. His eyelids flutter for a minute, before his eyes go wide, peering at the small sea of imps now surrounding him to try and make out the shapes of his fellow Zenites in this mass of bodies. The rolling movements that matched the imps before stuttering before stopping, and his hand stills on his cock as his brows knit together.
Seeing the change, the imp fucking into him tuts in dissatisfaction. ]
None of that now, cocksleeve. Just keep on doing what you were doing before. Your little friend over there is loving it, so what're you so concerned about?
[ Every few words out of the imps mouth punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, until he finally spills into Atsumu on the last word with a throaty groan and a load large enough to make Atsumu jerk in surprise as his eyes squeeze shut again, a small moan of his own spilling out.
He wants to focus. His friends are... Rin sounds more upset than happy about any of this... There's no chance in hell a closet case like Gen is actually enjoying this.
But the more Atsumu tries to think, the more the cum sloshing around inside him has him curling his toes in want, the corrupting seed seeming to soak into him in an intoxicating manner, fogging his mind once more. All this while the imp settles a clawed hand over Atsumu's own, coaxing him to start jerking himself off again with a low crooning sound. ]
That's a good boy. There you go. Stop thinking so much, and just enjoy the ride.
[ Their hands speed up, Atsumu's resistance disappearing in seconds as he moans louder around the cock in his mouth, and the imp using that end of him matches his thrusts, and when he was already so close around.
Atsumu full body shudders as he finally comes, a muffled yell coming out of him while he makes a mess of himself, hot, sticky and thoroughly back under the thrall of the imps as he feels another load gush into his open mouth and down his throat. What little moment of clarity he had is past, and he lies there looks dopey and glazed, and the imps chortle and encourage new ones to take up the positions of the ones using him just moments ago. ]
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"You like it, don't you? Hearing your friends get fucked mercilessly? They like it too. Ya hear that one moanin' over there already? Keep her mouth open, boys. I wanna hear her squeal."
A small wave of cackles follows his statement, and another imp settles on her back to fist its little hand in her hair and yank. This forces Rin to arch her spine, to the delight of the crowd, as the 'leader' of her group rams himself in half way. Tohsaka cries out in surprise — it hurts, yes, but that pain quickly blooms into warm pleasure. The imps surrounding her begin swarming her in other ways. Stuffing their dicks in the tops of her stockings, stroking themselves with coils of her hair, and smearing the evidence of their arousal wherever they can on her body.
And yet her body cannot reject it. Somehow she cannot hate it. Especially not when she can hear Gen's voice turning from sour to sweet. Especially not when she can hear Atsumu gurgling against the cock in his mouth, and how the balls the imp fucking his ass slap loudly against his body. A part of her wants to see them... partially to see the lust on their faces, and partially to watch them get sloppily passed around.]
Ah, no—
[Is all she can get out before a whimper escalates to a moan when the imp bottoms out. His huge cock hilted deep inside her while its girth stretches her wider than she could have ever imagined. While none of the imps fuck her face, they do smear their weeping heads across her cheeks and on her lips. Rin's face even more flush than before. One of the imps wiggles underneath her, pushing Rin's torso up just enough so he can thrust his cock between her modest breasts.
All the while her little noises join the overture of squelching slaps, choked moans, and clapping flesh. Pants, groans, little yips and lustful sighs. Rin claws at the ground as if trying to get away, but the imps instead guide her soft hands to their hard dicks.]
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His futile attempts to wiggle away continue for several seconds while the imps pinning how down laugh and jeer at him, and the two using him shove into him harder and deeper than before. Several agonizing seconds of clarity while the other two fall deeper into the imps thrall, before the sensation hits him for the first time.
The one fucking him grunts with satisfaction and his thrusts inside of Atsumu start to smooth and find a flow, all the while an all consuming heat flares up inside of him, racing up to his core and spreading out in a way that has him thrashing harder for a moment, before his movements start to calm. Atsumu doesn't sit still, he's never been good at that, but he goes from fighting against the movements of the imps to slowly falling into the rocking rhythm the two are creating for him, moving in tandem with them instead of fighting them.
The imp fucking him gives his hip a condescending pat as he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. "There you go. Now you're feeling it like the other whores."
And fuck if he isn't right that Atsumu is feeling it now. It feels good, the heat, hot enough to make it feel like his thoughts are bubbling and melting away, spreads from both ends now, swirling around inside him in a way that leaves him dazed and his cock aching. He watches, eyes glazed as Gen continues to get used by the imps around him, hands wrapped around imp cocks in a way that has him flexing his own fingers.
"You want that too, huh? We got a real slut on our hands, fellahs." Though the delight is obvious as the imp lets go of Atsumu's hand, standing upright to get himself ready and in position--
Only to have Atsumu's hand quickly reach right for his own cock, grabbing onto this neglected part of himself as he moans loudly and without restraint around the dick inside of his mouth.
He barely hears or registers the one imp's offended "Motherfucker!" as the little devil's friends laugh around him, especially not when he's rewarded for his actions by the two inside of him fucking with renewed vigor. Vigor that he tries to match with the pumping of his own hand. ]
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The imp cackles in triumph as it shallowly bucks its hips a few more times, tiny fingers yanking into dark hair, and Gen chokes and gurgles each time, too incoherent to realize the tight spasms of his throat only encourage further punishment. His hands -- forced taut around another cock each -- grasp and jerk haphazardly as he jolts in place; another loud moan is muffled deep in his throat as he gives a sharp jerk of the hips, so aroused his own hard cock flicks a viscous string of precum from the movement. When the imp finally withdraws from him in deliberately, cruelly, agonizingly slow fashion -- the head scraping against the inside of his throat the entire way up, practically scrubbing against flesh rendered hot and slick and terribly sensitive -- Gen coughs as it pops free of his mouth. The noise comes both pitiful and wanton, starting and stopping from the gluts of thick seed that continue to burble up his throat. It feels gross and painful and humiliating ... and good.
Is it the oxygen deprivation making his thoughts come so fuzzy and distant? Maybe. In part. But even more than that -- it's pleasure. He feels so good that it's impossible to focus on anything other than the heat sloshing in his stomach, the sensitive tingle at his lips, how much his tongue longs to be flattened against hard flesh once more.
'Hungry little cocksucker, aren't you!' The imp that had been fucking his face crows while hooking a finger against the corner of his mouth to pull it open; it uses its other hand to squeeze a few final drops of come from its length onto his tongue. Gen closes his eyes as he absently licks it up, then laps at the imp's finger, earning an approving cackle. 'Don't you worry, we'll be feeding you as many dicks as you want! Ain't that right, boys?'
The little imps surrounding him holler in agreement, and not a second is wasted before another cock is shoved into his mouth, the head pressing against the inside of his cheek to lewdly bulge it out. Which is nice enough, but it'd be better going deep. Gen blearily pants for air as he opens his mouth wide, head tilted back and tongue swept out of the way, groaning the entire time as the imp's cock presses inch by agonizing inch down his throat.
His stomach clenches the moment hot pre-come begins trickling in; his own cock drips in anticipation and joy. And while a small part of him absently thinks it'd be nice if there was a cock fucking his ass, too -- it's fine. The sensation of flared imp dick bulging his throat is good enough that he can let it slide. One of the cocks he'd been jerking off twitches in his grip as it cums over his chest, leaving his skin feeling hot. Gen chokes when the bulb of a thick knot bumps against his lips, moaning long and loud as the cock slowly pulls out. Then there's just the rhythmic, wanton noises of the imp humping his face with all its strength; his ears echo with the sounds of those steady slaps, the frothing of pre-cum, and the gurgling of his own spittle.
It's nice. ]
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Not long after the other little devils follow suit. Covering her tits, back, hair, and face with the corrupting liquid that makes her feel both empowered and weak. Brimming with energy, yet some how still defeated enough to take on the next set of imps that filter in. The one who requested her mouth be left open hovers to her front — letting his half hard cock sway before her.
"You want it, yeah? To taste it on your tongue and guzzle it down to your belly. Yeah, you hear how much fun your friends are havin'. Don't you wanna have fun like that too? Be honest and I'll let ya have it."
Rin tries to look away. Attempts to see how Gen and Atsumu are doing. Because of the swarms around them she can't make out much, but she can hear them. Their struggles, their enjoyment... For a moment her mind wanders. Her corruption-addled brain thinking of them both. Uncertain if she wants to be the one making them moan like that, or if she wishes they would instead take the places of the imps satisfying themselves with her body. Perhaps both.
With no answer from her, the Imp in front of Rin grabs her face. Lifts it up and drags his cum-covered cock along her soiled cheek and rubbing it there. While he tries to goad her into begging, the imp behind her thrusts furiously. Humping noisily as the first load of semen in her begins to froth from his movement. With each inward push a gush of white spills out from her pussy and onto his pelvis; the sticky liquid churning into an even bigger mess.
It's gross. It's so gross but for some reason it's so good. Their scent fills her lungs and somehow the sticky feeling of being coated in semen is a secret delight mixed with a little shame rather than being a wholly vomit-inducing experience. He's right — she does want it. She wants that tingling heat to sear her body and burn away the disgrace. Rin opens her mouth wide, as if to invite him.
"Nah, princess. You gotta use your words. I want your friends to hear just how desperate of a whore you really are. Go on. They might not even be listening."]
Fuck, just — give it to me! I don't want to hear you anymore! Just let me have it.
[The whole crowd around her bursts into jeers and cackles, but she doesn't seem to be getting what she asked for just yet.]
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It's not until he hears Rin yell out, really yell out, that something in Atsumu snaps back to reality for a moment. His eyelids flutter for a minute, before his eyes go wide, peering at the small sea of imps now surrounding him to try and make out the shapes of his fellow Zenites in this mass of bodies. The rolling movements that matched the imps before stuttering before stopping, and his hand stills on his cock as his brows knit together.
Seeing the change, the imp fucking into him tuts in dissatisfaction. ]
None of that now, cocksleeve. Just keep on doing what you were doing before. Your little friend over there is loving it, so what're you so concerned about?
[ Every few words out of the imps mouth punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, until he finally spills into Atsumu on the last word with a throaty groan and a load large enough to make Atsumu jerk in surprise as his eyes squeeze shut again, a small moan of his own spilling out.
He wants to focus. His friends are... Rin sounds more upset than happy about any of this... There's no chance in hell a closet case like Gen is actually enjoying this.
But the more Atsumu tries to think, the more the cum sloshing around inside him has him curling his toes in want, the corrupting seed seeming to soak into him in an intoxicating manner, fogging his mind once more. All this while the imp settles a clawed hand over Atsumu's own, coaxing him to start jerking himself off again with a low crooning sound. ]
That's a good boy. There you go. Stop thinking so much, and just enjoy the ride.
[ Their hands speed up, Atsumu's resistance disappearing in seconds as he moans louder around the cock in his mouth, and the imp using that end of him matches his thrusts, and when he was already so close around.
Atsumu full body shudders as he finally comes, a muffled yell coming out of him while he makes a mess of himself, hot, sticky and thoroughly back under the thrall of the imps as he feels another load gush into his open mouth and down his throat. What little moment of clarity he had is past, and he lies there looks dopey and glazed, and the imps chortle and encourage new ones to take up the positions of the ones using him just moments ago. ]