Charles Patricius

Hiruko was in for a treat, and Shota was in for a reckoning. The payout of Hiruko's efforts was a bit greater than the effort put forth thus far, proving Sakura's anal fixation. Once his tongue began rolling inside her rectum, Sakura let loose a sound that seemed... odd. Somehow, it was both coherent and not, as if a simple utterance was also something spoken in some nonexistent language. Well, Hiruko thought as much; Shota merely heard an outburst. For Hiruko, he could almost swear some sort of echo was associated with the noise. It seemed beyond positive either way, so he once again had nothing to say about it.

Sakura's weakened knees were also symbolic. Hiruko, well on his way to greatness. Both his hands were filled with Sakura's ass cheeks, which ensnared the lower half of his face as his full mouth burrowed into the deep crevice. His lips were puckered against Sakura's anus while his tongue jutted inward and continued rolling through the narrow, constrictive path. Sakura made her wish; Hiruko would ensure it was granted until she collapsed from the stimulation, if such a thing proved possible.

Those words that slipped out of Sakura's mouth were an utterance she couldn't have placed if she tried. Though she did recognize it as the language belonging to one of her parents, she didn't remember learning something like that. Perhaps it was one of those strange reverberations across space time? She wouldn't have time to consider it. As soon as a thought crossed her mind it was escaping her. The face she was making was likely beyond lewd. She was red-faced, panting her tongue hanging out of her mouth. That pulsing in her pupils was blurring her vision but she couldn't stop.

There were hands clasping her ass, and a tongue doing things which she'd never felt before buried inside her. Such stimulation was well beyond what she expected but it had the same results she knew it would. It worked as a matter of soul combination and of pure physical stimulation. She couldn't help but shake uncontrollably and her body was losing its ability to remain. The tension was building further and further until it would eventually snap. But before then, she was once again vocalizing, "Hirruuun!~ With your tongue moving like that it's too good. I'm way too close... I'll cum♥!~" she was being honest and absolutely encouraging him to continue. And actually, she was so close that within just a single extra oscillation all the tension in her body would snap. "AAAAAAAAAAAHH♥!~" she moaned her finish. Along with that the stool she gripped would be crumbling under her hands as her knees feel to the floor and a gush of wetness erupted from her core. Ah, but it wasn't just those things happening either... no, her pulsing pupils had exploded into diamond shapes as a body accepted Hiruko's ownership. There was something deeply satisfying about that. Just the same she couldn't have seen Kakihara in front of her even if she wanted to. Even with him right in front of her, she'd been looking right through him, concentrating solely on the sensation at her rear... over the course of that moment.

Hiruko was given warning. As Sakura's orgasm was allegedly encroaching upon her, he thought it was worth continuing his efforts as they were. That was the plan, but alas... there was no time to enact it. Instead, that encroaching climax was reached only a moment after its announcement. In that same moment, the stool supporting Shota broke. Well, it was only right that such a thing would happen; Shota himself was already breaking as he saw that dazed, lascivious look on Sakura's face. He'd never seen something like that before ─ nor had he ever seen the world around him move so quickly. As for that, it seemed he was... falling?

Yes. Shota was falling to the floor from that broken stool. Sakura, too, was falling onto her hands and knees. Even Hiruko descended, as his focus on Sakura's ass was not allowed to be broken so easily. No, he was only one deep; his tongue had much more work to do inside the girl. As such, there Hiruko was, his back bent and his body looming over Sakura's rear, tongue-punching her backdoor with that wet eel of a muscle. And... there Shota was, still bound by the wrists but freed from the stool... erect as he'd been while having sex with Sakura previously, but now with a chance to act. The way they fell, his erection was inches from her face. If he could just wiggle himself down and forward a bit, perhaps he could at least gain some recognition... which seemed to be completely missing of late, for reasons Shota couldn't understand.

Sakura was feeling the solidification of a connection between herself and Hiruko. A magical bond very different from one's she'd already made was forming and it was glorious. As she breathed deeply and tried to recover, Hiruko's efforts didn't ebb. He followed her down to the floor, continuing to snake within her rectum with that dangerously skilled tongue of his. "Hirrun~ That's... so... dangerous, keeping that up after I came like that, Hirrun you'll break me like that!♥~" she mused as her eyes cleared. Even so, her rear hole still twitched and her loins were still soaked... Hiruko did all that with just his mouth and no viable form of penetration. Still, while supporting herself on her hands and knees her hips continued to wiggle against his tongue but something else was entering her senses.

It seemed that Kakihara had fallen in front of her. Oh right, she supposed that made sense. "Oh, right, I broke the stool... never done that before either~" she said aloud and almost absently. But what was Kakihara Shota doing? Trying to assert himself, wiggling that bare minimum dick in front of her, trying to distract her from what was important. "Ew. I told you I don't want you. Keep moving that thing towards me and you'll never use it again," she said in an almost deadpan manner. He wanted her attention it wouldn't be received in lust. No, even with those diamonds glittering in her pupils and her body shivering under Hiruko's attention... she had nothing but disgust to offer Kakihara Shota. "Oh and that wasn't a death threat it was a harm threat, I do keep my word♥!~" she added for Hiruko's sake afterwards.

Breaking Sakura was precisely what Hiruko intended to do. The taste of her rear was oddly delicious, so it didn't even require conviction to decide he'd let his tongue live within it for however long something 'absolute' took. A break was only the start. Only when there were no questions remaining, when a dog behaved for the sake of gaining treats and affection from its owner, could it truly be considered a pet. Hiruko wondered if he could see that level reached from this side of the equation. How far would this instance of pet play be taken? Whatever the case, this short holiday would only be starting once the answer was found.

Ah, but Shota was also looking for answers while trying to reach Sakura's face with his crotch. To his surprise and Hiruko's, there was acknowledgement of his presence during that attempt... though it wasn't at all what Shota sought. She threatened that Shota would never be capable of using his dick again if he kept moving it forward. What a dangerous situation; it was already so very close to her face. If only he had a way to release it from his breeches, it would have been on her face, or even in it. Shota wasn't the only one bothered by those words, though. Shortly after speaking, Sakura would be receiving a firm slap to the ass as Hiruko's tongue retreated into his mouth for a moment. "That's a lot of focus going somewhere else, Sakucchi. You'll make me start thinking I need to do my job better♥~" he said. Of course, Hiruko would be doing exactly that. If Sakura could still acknowledge Shota, he wasn't doing enough yet. With that in mind, Hiruko slid one forefinger into her rear, prodding it until... his other forefinger joined. All that tightness had to be righted, so he'd spend several moments thereafter aiming to stretch the girl's ass for his future plans. "You know, some masters would punish you for that by making you touch it. I've seen that sort of thing happen before."

This instance of pet play would be taken far beyond this world, but that wasn't something Sakura could fully discuss yet. But she could feel it, she could feel the formation of her onw imon spreading to the spot under the collar on her neck. As well as the gentle pulse of the one over her womb which was magically also on her lower back. As if they were opening to accept a new user, not just the one's she'd previously added in. Ah, but there was a certain disruption to the flow of her own feelings, a distraction of the worst order as Kakihara Shota squirmed in front of her, trying to place that less than nothing erection in front of her face.

Ah, but she'd said something unrelated to the activities taking place at her rear and her own observations. This act earned her one of those 'punishments' in the form of a firm slap to the rear. Again, this didn't seem like a punishment to her and a happily little yelp escaped her as her hips back shifted. "AAAAAAYYYYEEEE!♥~ Hirrun that stung~" she commented absently. Of course, she didn't mind that, it was just interesting. The fact that she could even feel such a thing and it wasn't just an annoyance meant he had a certain amount of power behind his movements, further adding to her thoughts about his nature in his world. "Iia, it's like being surprised by an insects sudden appearance, just jarring for a moment," she explained of her own outburst. Ah, but there was something else happening. A stretching of her rectum which seemed to occur a lot when those used to dealing with humans were planning to enter her rear. She knew it was unnecessary as a step but found it pleasant enough to leave her panting and writhing beneath her. "Ewww," Sakura confirmed of the idea of touching Kakihara Shota. For a decision she'd made previously, she was well past the idea of him even being acceptable. It was like what happened between them was 15 years prior to the current moment, not a mere day prior. But Sakaura was a genuinely learned individual and naturally curious, if her own way of dealing with something wasn't viable, she'd ask the right question. "So what do I do to avoid that while still being good but also keeping insects from flying near my face?" A legitimately dehumanizing question, focused on her master not even acknowledging any potential danger from Kakihara Shota, instead calling him a mere annoyance in presence.

Surprise, surprise ─ Sakura had even worse things to say about Shota. Instead of being acknowledged as a proper interruption, Shota was likened to an insect buzzing about near Sakura's face. That would have been viewed as a disrespectful form of address, if Shota wasn't behaving in that exact way. Shota himself found it disrespectful; he'd been nothing but cordial and giving with that slut! At this point, she owed him at least a hand job for all the nonsense she was putting him through! Ah, but that was part of the problem. Hiruko, however, believed there was a clear way to advance Sakura's plan. How would that work? Well...

While Hiruko worked to stretch open Sakura's anus, her solution was nothing direct... but was instead a question. Studious as she was, it should have been expected of her to react that way. How could she avoid an insect flying near her face without letting it be a distraction from the moment? Hiruko thought the answer was clear. "The same way a good pet does anything. The master is the provider of sustenance and protection. If something bothers a well-trained dog... it scuttles right over to its master's leg, and lets him take care of it. The only thing you need to worry about doing while we're like this, is whatever I say~" he declared. With that, and with an open anus in front of him, Hiruko pursed his lips. He'd be more heavily lubricating Sakura's rear by allowing a stream of saliva to descend into her rectum, all while Shota remained temporarily frozen by an unexpected and... frankly confusing threat to his health.

Sakura did have worse things to say about Kakihara, but they were simply observations. She didn't think him a true distraction, instead she saw him as an annoyance. The only reason his existence continued was Hiruko's whims and Sakura's own desire to torture him. It was like he thought he was owed attention simply for existing when his existence was so miniscule. How miniscule was he? Small enough that Sakura was back to conversing with Hiruko about her options as a pet in situations she didn't like. A child of wisdom would always use the resources available to her for her own understanding. So, Sakura found out the parameters set by her new master/pet relationship. And the answer was one she wouldn't have thought of... "Sou ka, looking to someone else for protection is outside of my normal thought processes..." she concluded. Though, if this was the responsibility he wished to take on, she could see the benefits.

"Hai, wakarimasu!~" she chimed, and took only the necessary initiative to scoot further back into that stretching motion at her rear, and then the subsequent dripping of saliva which followed. Hiruko couldn't know what such things triggered. Those without magical knowledge could have no idea what introducing saliva into such a place did. If he wanted to make her a pet, he was definitely succeeding. "Hmphf♥!~" she moaned gently. If it was Hiruko's prerogative to do something about Kakihara she'd not interfere with his part of this cucking. She had no intention of touching him again, and definitely would be dissatisfied by having to do so, and as such with the proper information in place, she'd leave herself to Hiruko's care completely. Still, she'd find herself looking back over her shoulder at Hiruko with curious and desire eyes. Whatever he was about to do, she was quite interested in seeing.

Sakura didn't have to say seeking protection from others was beyond the norm for her. In her every action, her distinct lack of fear was present. She wasn't one who wanted or needed for safety as others could provide it, whether for better or for worse. Either way, she voiced understanding and acceptance of the terms. Nothing major needed to be done with Kakihara Shota as Hiruko saw things. The younger male knew better than to try anything against him... at least most times.

Alas, this wasn't what one could classify as 'most' times. With Hiruko establishing himself as the determining factor in what happened, he believed there was a certain safety available. Surely Hiruko was playing the long game, in which he'd reap some rewards for the struggle thus far. Yes, perhaps it was all a clever scheme to help break Sakura in. In such an event, he supposed he had to accept the idea of a shared plaything between them. Little did he know, that wasn't even a matter of consideration. No, Hiruko was only thinking about what was in front of him. He was basically drooling into Sakura's open ass, and it didn't seem he'd be stopping very soon, even as he slipped a finger inside, swirling it around as if to rub the new moisture in.

With new rules established, Sakura went back to enjoying the strange sensations being offered by Hiruko. When they were together, she'd apparently have nothing to worry about and she'd trust him on that as he'd given her no reason to lack faith in his abilities. Of course, that didn't account for the actual outside element here, and Kakihara Shota was far from intelligent enough to know when to let go. He'd been steadily working through his machinations and Sakura knew for a fact he wasn't planning to let this go, but... she'd take it up with Hiruko when the need to act arose.

For now, she had something different to share, given the fact that he'd been salivating into her anus only to begin rubbing that around inside. He couldn't know that there was no need for such things, and even if he happened to have taken such an experience already, perhaps she simply wished to indulge right now. "Hirrun, that tickles~" she moaned while shifting her hips further back. Her own rear would be raising as her upper half lowered towards the carpet and she gave the man behind her a much more comfortable way to pursue his interests. In fact, she'd gone back to ignoring Kakihara Shota again as if his presence was once again just that of an object or piece of furniture no longer worth any extra thought.