[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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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. ]