Chapter 21: CH21: Pumping Into Moka's Backdoor
Two weeks after killing Kuyo, my body had fully recovered. Moka still refused to let me train even after the headmaster kept his end of the bargain. We had a full set of training weights built for professional forces among yokai and other pantheons. My current set might be found in the home of a dedicated devil noble. He was more than generous with the reward and tight-lipped with an explanation. My next hit wasn't for another week, and wasn't even in the school. He was giving the newspaper club a paid vacation from classes. It wasn't that I didn't mind, but I wanted to know how those people were allowed inside or why Rias was allowed to recruit Tsukune.
My questions kept mounting with precious few answers. Dedicating my growing spy network wasn't enough, but I had other sources. The fallen I tamed might be able to give me the answers I was looking for, and my next hit gave me an opportunity. I planned to send them a message and get the answers I needed about everything.
I raised my hand, and my glass of water slowly rose off the nightstand and hovered to my hand. Fine control like that was difficult when I started practicing; the cups always wobbled, and it was harder when they were filled with water. Some things like growing plants and plowing fields were second nature to me but lifting a cup with will alone wasn't one of them. Powerful telekinesis was probably out of my reach for the foreseeable future unless I found a teacher.
Because of my promise, I couldn't work out for a few more days. Even inner Moka wouldn't budge on the issue. I tapped my foot, but it wasn't enough to contain the mounting energy flowing through my veins. I needed to be active and do things. So, I had a plan.
I took some rose cuttings and a few flowerpots and grew roses all around the ship along a path leading to our bedroom. Growing the flowers wasn't difficult but pruning them into a uniform manner to entice a girl like Moka wasn't easy. Maybe she didn't like flowers, but that didn't mean she didn't like receiving flowers. This made it less of a gift and more of an aesthetic to our night. Some people might assume I'm simping, but it was all calculation.
Moka wouldn't let me out of my promise, and I was going stir-crazy. Sometimes a flash of Moka's panties was enough to make me hard, not to mention her scent. Darkness, mystery, duality, and what I think might be love. We hadn't been together for very long, and I wasn't sure if that love was even directed at me, but it was attractive. I wanted to bury my nose in her scent. Then there was the touch of her skin, the way she moans when I rub my meat stick over her soaked panty-clad cunny. Her skin was smooth as silk and pale as moonlight, and I couldn't resist her beautiful pink, which went well with Kurumu's brown.
I released the glass in my hand and let it levitate to the nightstand only to wobble before dropping hard. When I caught the glass, my pants almost ripped. My pants were too damn tight from my early thoughts. It was impossible to focus after thinking about Moka and Kurumu's titties. Even focusing on Moka's signature was hard when all I could think about was how much I wanted to have sex with her.
From what I could tell, Yukari made an excuse, and Moka made her way here. One student tried to intercept her, so I sent bees after him. It was my experiment and another excuse to grow so many flowers. I wanted to know what honey created from the flowers I grew would taste like. The boxes took only an afternoon to prepare, and the queens rapidly grew in intelligence. They were more than willing to do me a favor in exchange for protection from the flowers I grew.
Nearly every plant I grew became predatory at some point. Even the tomato vines would eventually hunt the insects that tried to burrow into their tomatoes. Of course, none were as successful as the blueberry kaiju, but that wasn't important. Moka was nearing the ship, and I ordered the cherry trees I grew to release their blossoms.
Moka gasped as pink cherry blossoms rained around her out of season. I watched her from countless eyes even as I watched the rest of the school to ensure no disturbances. Swarms of wasps waited in the very blooming trees, ready to swarm at a moment's notice. Murders of crows flew across the sky larger than they had any right to be and were incredibly vigilant. Half of them held grudges against other students, and the slightest provocation could unleash their wrath.
I held out my hand and focused as much as I could. I rehearsed opening the door with will alone for several days, but it was harder this time. Finally, my mind pushed at the controls, slowly pressing a button. The light read green, and the door to the spaceship slid open. Bright blooming pink, white, and red roses greeted Moka as she stepped into our ship.
She quickly found me in our bedroom. Moka blushed and looked around nervously at all the flowers. "Is this a special occasion?" Moka asked.
"No, I felt like doing this and surprising you. Well, surprise," I said as her eyes lowered to my most obvious tell.
"You didn't have to go to all the trouble if you wanted some help with little Arakan." She lifted her skirt, revealing her white panties, and I did something I wouldn't have dared before. I reached forward and eased them down.
The entire time I pulled them, I expected her to back away or come up with an excuse to stop here. Instead, she wiggled her hips to help me lower them. I leaned forward and licked her clit before breathing in the scent of her crotch. My meat stick bucked in my pants, and I felt a need burrow into my stomach. I grabbed her hips and picked her up to get a better taste.
Her slit was mostly shut with barely the hint of her clit, but with every lick, it woke up. Moka's thighs rested in the crook of my elbows as I licked and tasted the honey between her legs. A boldness swept through Moka as she put her hands on my hand and tried to push me deeper into her.
Sexcraft was damn useful. It helped me figure out quickly that Moka only liked it when I rubbed the very top of her clit and licked around her hole. Even touching under her clitoral hood was too sensitive for her, and I did it anyway. She wiggled her hips, trying to pull away until I withdrew and attacked the sides of her labia and swirled around her tunnel.
Moka spoke up after I laid her on the bed. "I thought we were taking care of your needs."
I leaned in and kissed her, but she didn't seem to care where my mouth had been. Instead, her long tongue stuffed my mouth, tasting herself while using her feet to pull my pants down. She gripped my waist with her feet and pulled me closer. My meat stick flopped atop her clit, and we rubbed against each other, sandwiching my member between her warm lips.
Moka was slick, and my member was leaking pre all over her smooth belly. My vampire lowered her hands to my member, gripping it before rubbing my pre up and down to the base. Finally, she spread her legs wide, and I moved in. To say vampire pussy was like human pussy would be a lie. For one, a vampire's cunny feels even more dimpled and grooved.
Sexcraft had made me a few inches bigger than before, but Moka took me to the hilt on her first time. I knew she was flexible because of all her ridiculous high kicks. Still, the amount of elasticity she showed me was ridiculous. There wasn't a drop of blood or even a tear; I was sure she would be just as tight minutes afterward.
I pounded her; my mind went fuzzy, and all I could think about was the next thrust. Her cunny slurped my cock with every thrust, wetter than before. Moka bit her bottom lip as I pounded her vampire pussy without mercy.
"Could you take off my rosary? Inner wants a turn." Moka said, and I took it off without a second thought. The transformation, while I was inside of her was incredible. She clenched down on me, and I pounded her harder. She took my thrusts and smirked at me with knowing eyes.
"Are you even in there right now? You look more like a beast than a man." Moka said as she brushed back her silver hair.
I grunted in answer and continued to plow her. Her vagina rippled and squeezed me with every thrust, clenching as if Moka was testing those muscles. Then they began to squeeze me independently as Moka thrust upward. I could feel myself hitting her cervix with each thrust, but that only made her squeeze me harder.
When I tried to pull out, it sucked on me like her pussy didn't want me to escape. Then, finally, our eyes met, and her crimson eyes told me all I needed to know.
Moka lunged for my throat and dug in with her fangs more brutally than normal. I picked her up and pressed myself deep inside of her. The sheer pressure drove me inevitably over the edge. Moka sucked hard on my neck as I grabbed her ass and pushed her deeper. I slipped my hand between her cheeks and pressed against her butthole. She tightened in surprise, and I came inside her, shooting hard against her unprotected womb.
We stayed like that for a while. I used some relaxing vibrations to relax her butt enough to slip a finger inside while she slurped from my neck. All the while, I kept her cunny plugged up. Moka squeezed while I explored her. Finally, she pulled her fangs out of my neck and licked the wound.
"If I bite you like this every time we have sex, I'll leave a permanent mark." Moka narrowed her eyes. "I'm only letting you do such a filthy thing to my backdoor because you're my mate. It doesn't turn me on." Moka said.
"Of course," I said.
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