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poisonangel) wrote2007-05-27 10:09 pm
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Sexy-persuasion-kun
Title: Sexy-persuasion-kun
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters: Gunter x Anissina x Gwendal
Rated R
Author’s Note: Sorry, I fail at secrets. I wrote this for the Gunter x Anissina x Gwendal: Femmedom request on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kkm_meme.
Hours of work. Nights without sleep. Dozens ofbatteries assistants temporarily drained. Righty tighty, lefty loosey, and done!
Sexy-persuasion-kun was ready for its test drive.
The redhead stalked through the halls with the oversized contraption strapped to her chest, looking a bit like a mutated armor breastplate. It would come off soon enough, but not until she found herprey favorite test subjects. Luckily, she managed to find them together.
“Hi, boys. I have a little, itty bitty favor to ask. Do you think you can help me test my latest invention?” A strange, metallic tang clung to her voice and the gears within the device whirled softly with the steady flow of her own maryoku.
“Yes, of course,” Gunter responded and then immediately clasped his hand over his traitorous lips. He meant to politely decline with a maou-related excuse. Gwendal found himself in a similar situation with an inexplicable, “how can we help?” that quirked Anissina’s lips into a very self-satisfied smile. With a flick of her wrist and a couple of clicks the door was sealed to the outside world.
“I want you to make me a sandwich,” she requested with eyes that failed to look innocent.
“Turkey? Peanut butter? Bearbee honey on rye?” Gunter asked as he edged backward. If his decades of training had not ingrained his regal status into him, he would have been stammering like a nervous cadet.
The inventor walked toward them with utter confidence emblazoned in her features. “Not exactly. Take off Gwendal’s pants.” Without question or fail, the porcelain-skinned mazoku’s fingers immediately unfastened the dark green fabric. “Slower,” she commanded, “Enjoy it. Tease him a little.”
Gunter’s slender fingers found the soft, navy thong beneath Gwendal’s uniform and glided across the surface. The outline of what lay beneath was unmistakable--soft, but firming in response to his caress. Violet eyes which had been fixated and fascinated by this very foreign, but not entirely unwelcome thing he was doing, slowly upturn. Gwendal looked...aroused.
“Do you like it, Gwendal? Be honest.” The woman’s augmented voice seemed to coil around the prince, blending into the building heat and the utter confusion.
The stoic man’s brow creased and then relaxed beyond his control. He hated having things beyond his control. He held on so tightly, dutifully fulfilling his role while his mother and the maou and his younger brother and this infernal woman with her damnable mechanisms brought a constant stream of crazy crashing down his ears. And now, here he was helpless in her thrall.
Have Gunter’s hands always been so soft?
“Yes, yes I like it.” The words were as difficult as they were liberating. He gave himself over to this impossible situation. It was probably some dream brought on by too much stress anyway. And there were worse things than being strummed by the lovely Gunter while Anissina bossed him around. He had always secretly enjoyed the way she gives him no quarter. She was strong and honest and blunt and that crimson dress of her’s was hideous. Maybe she would let him take it off of her...
The fabric of Gwendal’s thong was slick and dark with his precum. Gunter’s fingers didn’t need another word from the inventor to be inspired to pull the hindrance away. And he dropped to his knees a moment before she commanded the maou’s advisor to “suck him.”
It was the very image that haunted her sleepless nights of jealousy and longing. She was sure there was something between the two men even if they both acted as if they’d never been laid. Sure, they were as awkward in personal relations as they were brilliant in the line of duty, but how could they have missed such an obvious spark between them? And yet, as Gunter’s pink tongue glided tentatively over Gwendal’s wet head it truly felt as if she was watching them interact intimately for the first time.
Her insides were on fire! She needed to sit if she was going to watch this. But she was no longer going to be a spectator in her own life! She wouldn’t sit nor would she stand idly by with mild direction. Boldly stepping closer, she impulsively grabbed a fistful of Gunter’s hair, jarring his head backward before she leaned down and kissed him breathless. He tasted bitter and salty with just a hint of his own natural flavor.
The kiss surprised them all. Anissina had never felt any sexual attraction to Gunter before, but she attacked his mouth with a vigor she had only ever felt upon the creation of an especially exciting invention. Gwendal watched with increased desire. He could imagine nothing so beautiful as the two of them engaged like that. And Gunter was surprised to learn there may be a reason to kiss women after all.
“Strip.”
The shock had waned. It was time to get down to the business of pleasure. The two men pulled their clothes off in a little flurry of activity. Her fingertips glided over bare chests. There were less words and more touching. When Gwendal’s strong hands began unhooking her dress her cheeks turn a deep, ruddy hue, but she did not stop him. Gunter was kissing her neck and she buried her hands in his hair. How could it feel so much like silk? She needed the secret of his conditioner.
She didn’t even notice when Gwendal removed the device from her chest, casting it off onto the floor, forgotten. She was too busy enjoying the feel of her hair freed from its scrunchie prison. It draped loosely about her shoulders as she twisted in place to kiss the prince.
Gunter’s curious hands covered her breasts, squeezing experimentally and then finding the nipples. She pushed Gwendal down onto the floor and straddled his legs. Searching for a bed or a big enough table was far too much work and this carpet was soft and cushioned. Gunter was behind her, moving his hands over her body. Occasionally, she commanded him to concentrate on certain areas over others, but her soft whimpers and moans were enough to guide the man.
Her hips rocked against the still unsatisfied erection beneath her. “What do you want, Gwendal?” There was lust in her eyes, but something softer and more vulnerable too.
“Anissina,” he pushed himself up enough to bring their lips together. “I want you. Please...”
Emboldened once more, she settled herself over him. Gunter’s hand reached down to guide the other man into position as Anissina pushed down upon him, slowly. This wasn’t her first time, but it had been awhile and she wanted to savor every moment as he stretched and filled her.
It was hard to define exactly what happened next. They became a merged tangle of naked flesh and long, colorful hair. Their voices, panting, squeaking of the floor, and heavy, wet sounds swirled around the room, summoning the curious and warding off the fearful.
Sometime later the three were lying upon the rug in a neat little row: Gwendal, Anissina, and Gunter were all on their backs. There was no pretense of modesty. They were spent, relaxed, and feeling a warm body buzz. Smiles sat upon each lovely face, looking the most out of place on Gwendal. Pink scratch marks punctuated Gunter’s alabaster skin and there was a bite mark from the woman’s small palette upon Gwendal’s neck. It was doubtful his collar would manage to conceal it fully, but that didn’t really matter at the moment.
“So, tonight, my room,” Anissina stated. It wasn’t quite a demand or a request.
“Yes,” both men replied at once.
She smiled with great satisfaction. Best invention EVER!
...
She was naked. So, where was...? Sitting up, she looked around the room for it, finding Sexy-Persuasion-kun only an arm’s length away. It must operate even at short distances. It spoke well of her craftsmanship. She touched the metallic breastplate and saw not a single light shining. There was no hum of operating gears. It was silent, still, useless.
Slowly, she looked over her shoulder at the two men. They had done all of that of their own accord. All those touches and words were real.
Her cheeks blushed a shade just lighter than her hair. This was going to be a good year.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters: Gunter x Anissina x Gwendal
Rated R
Author’s Note: Sorry, I fail at secrets. I wrote this for the Gunter x Anissina x Gwendal: Femmedom request on
kkm_meme.Hours of work. Nights without sleep. Dozens of
Sexy-persuasion-kun was ready for its test drive.
The redhead stalked through the halls with the oversized contraption strapped to her chest, looking a bit like a mutated armor breastplate. It would come off soon enough, but not until she found her
“Hi, boys. I have a little, itty bitty favor to ask. Do you think you can help me test my latest invention?” A strange, metallic tang clung to her voice and the gears within the device whirled softly with the steady flow of her own maryoku.
“Yes, of course,” Gunter responded and then immediately clasped his hand over his traitorous lips. He meant to politely decline with a maou-related excuse. Gwendal found himself in a similar situation with an inexplicable, “how can we help?” that quirked Anissina’s lips into a very self-satisfied smile. With a flick of her wrist and a couple of clicks the door was sealed to the outside world.
“I want you to make me a sandwich,” she requested with eyes that failed to look innocent.
“Turkey? Peanut butter? Bearbee honey on rye?” Gunter asked as he edged backward. If his decades of training had not ingrained his regal status into him, he would have been stammering like a nervous cadet.
The inventor walked toward them with utter confidence emblazoned in her features. “Not exactly. Take off Gwendal’s pants.” Without question or fail, the porcelain-skinned mazoku’s fingers immediately unfastened the dark green fabric. “Slower,” she commanded, “Enjoy it. Tease him a little.”
Gunter’s slender fingers found the soft, navy thong beneath Gwendal’s uniform and glided across the surface. The outline of what lay beneath was unmistakable--soft, but firming in response to his caress. Violet eyes which had been fixated and fascinated by this very foreign, but not entirely unwelcome thing he was doing, slowly upturn. Gwendal looked...aroused.
“Do you like it, Gwendal? Be honest.” The woman’s augmented voice seemed to coil around the prince, blending into the building heat and the utter confusion.
The stoic man’s brow creased and then relaxed beyond his control. He hated having things beyond his control. He held on so tightly, dutifully fulfilling his role while his mother and the maou and his younger brother and this infernal woman with her damnable mechanisms brought a constant stream of crazy crashing down his ears. And now, here he was helpless in her thrall.
Have Gunter’s hands always been so soft?
“Yes, yes I like it.” The words were as difficult as they were liberating. He gave himself over to this impossible situation. It was probably some dream brought on by too much stress anyway. And there were worse things than being strummed by the lovely Gunter while Anissina bossed him around. He had always secretly enjoyed the way she gives him no quarter. She was strong and honest and blunt and that crimson dress of her’s was hideous. Maybe she would let him take it off of her...
The fabric of Gwendal’s thong was slick and dark with his precum. Gunter’s fingers didn’t need another word from the inventor to be inspired to pull the hindrance away. And he dropped to his knees a moment before she commanded the maou’s advisor to “suck him.”
It was the very image that haunted her sleepless nights of jealousy and longing. She was sure there was something between the two men even if they both acted as if they’d never been laid. Sure, they were as awkward in personal relations as they were brilliant in the line of duty, but how could they have missed such an obvious spark between them? And yet, as Gunter’s pink tongue glided tentatively over Gwendal’s wet head it truly felt as if she was watching them interact intimately for the first time.
Her insides were on fire! She needed to sit if she was going to watch this. But she was no longer going to be a spectator in her own life! She wouldn’t sit nor would she stand idly by with mild direction. Boldly stepping closer, she impulsively grabbed a fistful of Gunter’s hair, jarring his head backward before she leaned down and kissed him breathless. He tasted bitter and salty with just a hint of his own natural flavor.
The kiss surprised them all. Anissina had never felt any sexual attraction to Gunter before, but she attacked his mouth with a vigor she had only ever felt upon the creation of an especially exciting invention. Gwendal watched with increased desire. He could imagine nothing so beautiful as the two of them engaged like that. And Gunter was surprised to learn there may be a reason to kiss women after all.
“Strip.”
The shock had waned. It was time to get down to the business of pleasure. The two men pulled their clothes off in a little flurry of activity. Her fingertips glided over bare chests. There were less words and more touching. When Gwendal’s strong hands began unhooking her dress her cheeks turn a deep, ruddy hue, but she did not stop him. Gunter was kissing her neck and she buried her hands in his hair. How could it feel so much like silk? She needed the secret of his conditioner.
She didn’t even notice when Gwendal removed the device from her chest, casting it off onto the floor, forgotten. She was too busy enjoying the feel of her hair freed from its scrunchie prison. It draped loosely about her shoulders as she twisted in place to kiss the prince.
Gunter’s curious hands covered her breasts, squeezing experimentally and then finding the nipples. She pushed Gwendal down onto the floor and straddled his legs. Searching for a bed or a big enough table was far too much work and this carpet was soft and cushioned. Gunter was behind her, moving his hands over her body. Occasionally, she commanded him to concentrate on certain areas over others, but her soft whimpers and moans were enough to guide the man.
Her hips rocked against the still unsatisfied erection beneath her. “What do you want, Gwendal?” There was lust in her eyes, but something softer and more vulnerable too.
“Anissina,” he pushed himself up enough to bring their lips together. “I want you. Please...”
Emboldened once more, she settled herself over him. Gunter’s hand reached down to guide the other man into position as Anissina pushed down upon him, slowly. This wasn’t her first time, but it had been awhile and she wanted to savor every moment as he stretched and filled her.
It was hard to define exactly what happened next. They became a merged tangle of naked flesh and long, colorful hair. Their voices, panting, squeaking of the floor, and heavy, wet sounds swirled around the room, summoning the curious and warding off the fearful.
Sometime later the three were lying upon the rug in a neat little row: Gwendal, Anissina, and Gunter were all on their backs. There was no pretense of modesty. They were spent, relaxed, and feeling a warm body buzz. Smiles sat upon each lovely face, looking the most out of place on Gwendal. Pink scratch marks punctuated Gunter’s alabaster skin and there was a bite mark from the woman’s small palette upon Gwendal’s neck. It was doubtful his collar would manage to conceal it fully, but that didn’t really matter at the moment.
“So, tonight, my room,” Anissina stated. It wasn’t quite a demand or a request.
“Yes,” both men replied at once.
She smiled with great satisfaction. Best invention EVER!
...
She was naked. So, where was...? Sitting up, she looked around the room for it, finding Sexy-Persuasion-kun only an arm’s length away. It must operate even at short distances. It spoke well of her craftsmanship. She touched the metallic breastplate and saw not a single light shining. There was no hum of operating gears. It was silent, still, useless.
Slowly, she looked over her shoulder at the two men. They had done all of that of their own accord. All those touches and words were real.
Her cheeks blushed a shade just lighter than her hair. This was going to be a good year.