Chosen One | By : Jadedragoon Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 7242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Thank you Racewing, Holy night, MegamanFan and everyone else who‘ve taken the time to read this over, I‘m even humbled at your reviews. My apologies for the lack of…ANYTHING, but as some may know, hentai writing tends to come in spurts, and I’m one of the sad fools who requires more than a little inspiration to get going. Hopefully with Advent on the horizon, I’ll have new ideas. But, enough of the sidetracking!
Deep within the cool depths of Area F, Aile made her way across icy spikes and frosty halls. Sporting the oh so flattering Model Lx form, the young Guardian had the look of a seasoned veteran with much on her mind.
The mission was simple; search through the waters of Area F and find a large, robust pearl for the young man in Area C. It was one of the many minor jobs that had cropped up over the course of her adventures with the Guardians, yet were never taken care of right away.
“Tch, I’ve been busy doing those suicide missions known as tasks for Muget and Rose,” Aile muttered, “You wanna try running into a large base filled with enemies, explosives and missiles coming down on you all the time? Be my guest.”
The girl came to a stop, glancing around before blinking.
“…Just who am I talking to?” she asked, before shaking her head, rushing forward and taking a leap into an air.
A mechaniloid sitting in a large chair with a cannon mounted at the front came down to greet her, and was swiftly cut in twain with a swing from Aile’s halberd. Another enemy fell as Aile passed by and started to float in the water, eventually coming to a stop near a large block of ice.
“Good to know my skills haven’t slipped,” she added while looking over a reflection of herself in the ice.
Some time had passed since Serpent was defeated, and with time, changes come. Aile was no exception, as she had started to age in many ways. The Guardian was now taller and was starting to grow a ponytail from her head, talked with a slightly deeper pitch in her voice and had even grown wiser about the ways of the world. Aging did more than just that though. Through time, Aile had become more defined in appearance, sporting a curvaceous body with wider hips and a more fleshed out upper body. A glance down and a smirk only confirmed how much of a change in the last note, as Aile now had a larger pair of breasts, which along with the rest of her form, were sensually accented with Model Lx.
“…Which I still don’t understand,” she said with a cocked brow, “Even when I was younger, I always looked a little bigger.”
Her smile continued to grow as she pulled her already opened jacket away and ran her fingers along her chest, whilst rubbing her thighs together.
“Not that I minded…” Aile continued as she dragged her thumb across the tip of a nipple that yearned to be touched, “Ooooohhh…being down here, in this armour…it makes me tingle all over…”
She was climbing higher and high up the path of arousal, fueled by hormones that would just not relent for the young woman. Ever since that day, the time when Prairie kissed her on the lips, Aile had never been truly the same. That one, simple action by the commander ended up sparking a flame of desire, a want that had consumed the young woman since. Many a time Prairie had been the object of masturbation fantasies for Aile; always yearning for more than that one kiss.
By this point, the transporter had fallen to her knees rubbing her breasts with one hand and ripping off her lower body armour with the second, before it too started to play about. Moans filled the water as Aile keeled onto her side and furiously stroked her oh so sensitive clit. More of this continued as the girl eventually got back to her knees.
“Oh Prairie!” she said with tightly closed eyes, imagining the commander lying just beneath her on a bed, nude, “If I could, I swear!”
It had become obvious to Aile that she had developed quite the crush on the commander, but as it stood there was little she could do. The duo had indeed become closer friends since the kiss, but that was all. It frustrated the much younger woman, as she wanted to be so much more, but was unsure of how to approach the subject. Prairie had mentioned that if there were problems, that it was best to talk to her, but each time there was a chance to bring up the subject, the commander would end up being whisked away by her duties. Worse yet, there would be moments of awkward silence from time to time.
But that did not deter her one bit.
“Prairie…if I could…” Aile began, as she opened her eyes and looked down at her blushing friend, and came closer, “I’d kiss you sweetly.”
She opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to snake out.
“Then thrust myself between your lips,” Aile added while bringing a pair of fingers up to her mouth, which she began to lick feverishly, “Mmmmm…afterwards we would wrestle with our tongues…before breaking away.”
The girl snaked back a few steps, kicking up sand and bubbles while completely slipping out of her jacket. Regrettably, her fingers were pulled away from her mouth and moved to her breasts, which were quickly pushed up.
“And then…oh and then…” she said while bending her head down and running her tongue across an aching nipple, “I would suckle on your own breasts, giving you the kind of joy that I experience now.”
She took it into her mouth and began to suck on it, causing her to squirm with pleasure and play with the other one furiously.
“Nnnn-OH GOD!” Aile shouted while switching to the other one, and pinching the first, “Mmm…mmmmm…MMMM…YES!”
Her eyes glazed over as her hands flew down and began to dig into her folds, tearing at the fabric that kept her from the prize.
“And after that!” she said while ripping open the bottom of her pants, exposing herself to everything in the water, “…I would begin to rub.”
Her thumb clawed at her clit, triggering sharp, lustful moans.
“And rub…!”
She began to thrust her hips against the thumb, while sliding fingers inside.
“AND RUB!”
Aile threw her head around as she grinded on her one hand, while snaking the other hand around her back.
“More…!” she growled, while dancing her fingers along her lower cheeks, “I want to do more!”
She gritted her teeth as fingers were brought into her anus, bringing fourth a new type of pleasure only recently acquired. Aile kept her tempo up, grinding and driving while moaning and thrashing about…
…Prairie could only groan in response as she watched this unfold. The Guardian commander watched in arousal of her own as Aile ravaged herself on screen to a small camera she had been using to track her friend. It had been the object of her curiosity for a while now to find out what was bothering Aile, as the young woman seemed to have some issues on her mind that she would just not speak about. A few times, Prairie tried to ask what was wrong, but her queries would bring up only fruitless results. Growing increasingly worried, the commander opted to find out for herself what was going on, and if that meant a little spying, then so be it.
She…had never expected this to be the result, however. Nor did she foresee the effect it would have on her own body. Not long after Aile started ravaging herself, Prairie felt a tingling sensation run through her body, prompting her to lovingly caress herself. As time went on, these gentle strokes grew into fierce rubbing. Being the Commander of the Guardians, Prairie’s life was filled with meetings, tasks and other kinds of time-consuming duties, bringing fourth long stretches of stress with little means of relief. The few times the commander did have to herself were either spent hanging around with Aile, or indulging in her own desires.
“OH!”
A loud yelp filled the air, snapping Prairie out of her trance as she saw Aile violate her folds with a piece of ice and letting out low, primal moans that served only to further the commander’s excitement as she furiously masturbated as well.
Sporting nothing but her cap and favoured stuffed toy, Prairie had been watching and pleasuring, sliding fingers into her fold while rubbing the beaded eyes of her toy across her sensitive breasts.
“I…don’t know…how much longer I can hold out!” she grunted, feeling the effects of several weeks of holding back finally coming to fruition.
Her breathing became ragged as her body trembled from a deep, primal fire that burned between her legs, flaring up with each mad strike upon her clit.
“Old…friend…we’d…better!” she panted, while bringing up her doll and lying down upon her back.
A finger went down along the back of the toy, searching. Lower and lower it went, before finding something solid within it.
It was a button.
“We’d better finish!” she said while pressing in, and causing the toy…to grow a penis!?
A swift glance would make one think that, but upon a second look, one would realize it was merely a dildo coloured white. It was long, at about nine inches and reasonably thick. Another press of the button revealed it also vibrated.
“Oooooooh!” Prairie shouted, letting out a long moan from deep within herself as she easily slid the cock into her juicy self, before pulling it out.
She kept this rhythm up for a minute, coating the dick with her nectar while bringing up a breast and licking a nipple akin to Aile.
“Ahhh…aaaaahhhhh…AAAAAAAHHHH!”
Prairie glanced to the side, as she saw Aile raping herself with ice in both holes, and at a furious pace. Not wanting to lose tempo, the commander pulled her toy out and stroked its cock with her hand, slicking her fingers with juice and bringing them to her mouth. Using the same trick Aile did before, Prairie imagined the hand as her friend, face to face. The commander moaned as she brought out her tongue and kissed the apparition, before slipping herself inside and suckling off the juices from her fingers. By this point, Prairie had slicked her other hand with her honey and placed her doll down on the bed, rod standing up. She rose to her knees and scooted over the vibrating growth, before sliding herself back onto it.
“Oh yes…” she growled while bringing her hips up, then down, “Yes…yes…YES!”
“Oh god! Prairie!” Aile yelled from the screen, now sporting two icicles in her folds along with the single in her rear, “I want…I want to…I want to fuck you!”
“And I want you to TAKE ME!” the commander said while bucking around on her toy and jamming fingers into her own ass, “Fuck me and make me yours!”
“Gwahh!”
Prairie quickened her pace, feeling the flames reaching the highest point. Her other hand, now sucked dry of juices made its way down to the doll once more, searching for the button and pressing it one last time. The toy began to thrust, rapidly. Its own hips jabbed at the commander’s pussy with one unrelenting strike after another.
“Ooooooohhh….ooooooooooooooohhhh…” she moaned, feeling the doll pick up its pace.
“Gruuuuu…” Aile growled, before opening her eyes, “Ahhhh….aaaaahhhhh…aaahhh…”
Prairie clenched her teeth, before letting out a scream along side Aile, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
The commander bucked like a raging bull, snapping her head around and shaking the bed furiously, causing the toy to shoot blast after blast of hot, gooey liquid into her while Aile thrashed with violent shudders, both of them letting out roars of heightened passion. This explosion of pleasure, the annex of desire burned for what seemed like eternity, before both women began to calm down.
“Hah…hah…haaahh…” Prairie sighed as she flopped down on the bed, smothering her treasured toy as ooze started to pour out from the depths of her folds.
“Ooooh…Prairie…someday…I swear,” Aile panted, coming down from what the commander guessed was her best orgasm yet, “I swear I will make you mine.”
“I happily await,” the commander said while slipping into a much needed slumber…
…Aile placed her hands forward, holding a large pair in her palms.
“Here you go!” she said with her usual smile, handing the valuable to the man who asked for her help.
“Oh, thank you!” he said with excitement, “At long last, I finally have a gem almost as beautiful as my darling!”
“All in a days work,” the transporter said with a smirk.
“I’m really grateful, I’m certain you put yourself at risk for this, so as a reward, I will send money to your account,” the man said with a bow.
“It wasn’t so bad,” Aile said while thinking back, “In fact, I had A LOT of fun.”
The man rose a brow as she started to walk off, happily singing a song made of whistles, remembering her situation from earlier in the day…and the five more that followed.
“But that’s for another time,” she said, before running off to the nearest teleporter.
A/N: Jabs at the game, fourth wall breaking and not one, but TWO hot masturbation scenes as we roll along in what I expect will be a 4 chapter story, or more. The tempo picks up, and the excitement for what happens next is at an all time high!
From a writing perspective, dare I say I’ve improved between the first chapter and now? Granted I did use that “Pretend fingers are a tongue” thing three times, but I feel I did a better job of capturing the lust that comes with all of this and pull off a pheasable storyline instead of a PWP tale. Anyway, 2 down and maybe 2 to go. I have a fairly decent idea of how the next, very intense chapter chapter will go, so hopefully I won’t be nearly as long in uploading it.
Until then…
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