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A collection of stories ranging from a king and his close relationship with his most honorable knight, to an android unit sent to "correct" a fellow android's behavior with his big android dick, all the way up to and including a younger M. Bison's first time!
This is Bison's Babes.
A combination of worldly desire and sheer force of will, teenage Bison was a stud in the midst of coming up with his own style of fighting. The only thing missing was finding the means to remove the goodness buried deep within his own soul. One day this would be rectified, but for now there's a quiet feeling that this man can be trusted. It's an air that he learns to give off well enough to attract others to him, as Bison does not yet have the full on skill required to force others on his side.
A work in progress, as it were.
Still, he has his needs and things he's willing to learn. Which has led the young man to Mamako Oosuki, an older and full-bodied woman that he lived in the general area of. She was hard to miss, what with her flowing brown hair, lovely smile, and incredible curves. Hips you could hold onto forever and an ass you could pound for days. This was before you even got to Mamako's impressive chest and the incredible strain they must put on any bra or piece of clothing.
Yes, she would do well to be Bison's first. His adult cruelty not one hundred percent there, Bison is able to come across as genuine despite the cloud hanging over his head. The sort of feeling one may get from another that is at a crossroads in his life. Sure, Bison has done bad things--absolutely bad things--but he hasn't made the decision that would change his life into a cold and uncaring individual. Perhaps this is the reason he is able to pull Mamako to him.
It starts off simple enough: greetings from the more personable older woman, short responses from the young man. Then it grew to lingering looks that she caught coming from him. His build, the occasional treatment of kindness he gives her, the way he looks at her from time to time. Maybe all of this helped in bringing him into the middle of Mamako's living room.
Or maybe she wanted to fuck the neighborhood stud, which M. Bison most certainly was. He just needs her guidance, and he stands there open to her every word and direction. Which is why he comes to Mamako's room when she calls for him...
On the edge of a lake 2B falls. Her weapons drop along with her. The android's pod falls alongside her, unable to move or register a response. Just before then he alerted her to someone attempting to upload the virus. His last words to his companion are that he can do nothing to stop it. After that, her system is swiftly attacked, rendering her weaponless and even destroying her most of 2B's outfit in an explosion that leaves her weak and barely able to move.
Wearing nothing but the thong singlet(?) she wore underneath everything, 2B gets a look at a figure approaching her. The likely assailant confirms his identity as the being that uploaded the virus. Looking past her to a cabin that sits on a nearby hill, the figure picks 2B up and slings over his shoulder. "Unit 2B, you have been absent for too long. Assuming a glitch in your system to be the cause, I have uploaded a virus to ensure that you will not bring me any harm."
Reaching the cabin, the figure slings open the door and approaches the bed. Were he programmed to appreciate all of this, he would compliment the intimacy of this little building as well as the fact that it has survived for so long in all of..this. Instead he deposits 2B onto the mattress, her body rolling onto its side, her back facing him. No, he was programmed to appreciate far better looking things than some wooden building.
They made her well. The figure smiles and resumes speaking. "I am unit Bison, number sixty-nine. I am programmed to apprehend AWOL female units, fix their glitch, and send them back to base happy and in line with their given orders. The virus I uploaded in you will enhance your pleasure receptors while dulling your pain so that you can handle my endowed unit in each notable orifice you possess." Taking note that 2B is trying to move on the mattress, Bison removes his own clothing with ease, revealing a muscular build and an absolute unit as well.
"You can move all you want. I have been programmed to find your weak attempts at motion arousing." Bison approaches the bed and joins 2B, tearing away the last bit of clothing she wore. He let's her fall onto her back, breasts giving an enticing bounce. The unit licks his lips and reaches down to fondle one of the pale, round mounds. It gives no resistance, instead being worked with ease by 2B's assailant.
"You're well made." He compliments, sitting beside 2B, his pupil-less gaze taking in the sight of her nude form.
To function properly, a kingdom needs many a resource at his disposal. While many are based in economics and numbers, no kingdom is complete without a proper defense. No king is truly safe without a capable bodyguard. Enter Erza, a young up and coming member of the king's forces. Seventeen with a wit as sharp as her sword, the redhead shot up King Bison's ranks with alarming speed. Her focus was enough to worry even the strongest of wills about a possible uprising or betrayal, but the king never once got that feeling from the young Erza.
No, she has only ever displayed utter and complete loyalty to the man. Often she carried herself with pride and oozed confidence, only ever bending her knee to her king. Open to learning and often sure of her choices, Erza impressed her king quickly enough that she could be seen at his side more than most, rivaling the king's officials and even giving the king advice every now and again when he sought it.
It's this trust that sees Bison accepting Erza's request to meet with him in the dead of night a week after news breaks out in whispers that the queen is barren and can sire no children for the powerful leader. As such, his chambers were empty, the queen living within the castle walls and quite comfortably, but on the other side of the property. She didn't want to hear the cries of pleasure from other women that she similarly knew and enjoyed.
One notable difference to Bison is that Erza is out of her armor. A show of vulnerability and trust on her end, perhaps? He nods in greeting towards Erza when she drops to her knee in respect, bidding her to rise to her feet. Even with her armor on, Erza's body was difficult to hide, but now it looked to be on full display: the strings off her cloth top strain against the swell of her pale breasts, her pants clinging to those soft and likely toned legs. Standing there with the moon shining through to cast light in Bison's chambers, the young woman could be mistaken for some sort of Goddess.
Something to be worshiped. Yet she fidgets. Looks nervous, even. "Speak your words, girl." So commands her king.
"Struggling is useless." The large business man assures poor Satsuki. Leading what she thought to be an average takeover of someone else's business has turned into something much worse for the young woman. Instead this man has overwhelmed her with abilities she never knew he possessed, only to be collared and chained, with the big bastard holding the chain and told that her mother set this up! The only thing this man required was her daughter, and she obliged him of his request!
With Satsuki naked as the day she was born, Bison looks down at her with a wicked grin on his face. Her wrists are bound behind her back, Bison pushing the girl roughly against the table so that she ends up in a bent over position, her ass on display. "I went through a lot to make sure this deal was successful. So I'll be sure to have my fill of you, girl." Bison starts things off with a simple swat right across both of Satsuki's pale cheeks.
Noel did what many in the force thought impossible: she had M. Bison, an old foe of her father's, put away. So then why was she at the prison demanding to see the man she put away a few months later? Well, it came to her attention that this horrible excuse for a human being was being given the good life, even in the cold walls of prison!
So the warden and guards would need to forgive the petite blonde for throwing one helluva fit upon her arrival. Showing Noel the way to Bison seems like the right call, but Noel was trusting far too many of the wrong individuals for all of this. It's a shame for her, yet she brings it on herself by underestimating the reach of the powerful M. Bison. Nothing seems out of sorts even when she steps into his wing of the prison.
That's essentially what it boils down to: his own slice of the prison itself! So angered by this is Noel that she doesn't notice one of the guards slipping behind her until it's too late. A clubbing blow renders Noel unconscious. When she wakes later, it's to the feeling of something warm, hard, and heavy slapping her across the face. Opening her eyes reveals this thing to be a cock--and a mighty big one at that. She's sure to struggle or try to push away, but can't, thanks to her hands being cuffed behind her back. Not that she may be able to anyway, what with Bison's free hand tangled in the girl's blonde locks to ensure she gets nothing but a near face full of hard dick.
Looking up enough will reveal this incredible appendage to belong to none other than--!
Good or bad, ninjas gotta ninja. For Sheena Fujibayashi, this is being done for the greater good. The possibility of securing damaging information on a supposedly good man. A charitable businessman on the surface, Sheena felt something..off about the man known as M. Bison. Women in the man's various programs often went missing, or seemed to be excused away. Proof of some kind was always on Bison's side, deep in her gut, Sheena knew better than to believe what this guy sent out to the press.
She just needed to find it. So when a female reporter comes to Sheena in confidence claiming that Bison did a number of terrible things to her and others, the ninja jumps on the chance to turn wrong into right. That is what brought her to one of Bison's off-the-grid properties. Thankful to the reporter for pointing her out to an unknown and secluded place, Sheena finds herself slipping in with relative ease thanks to another helpful hint provided by the reporter: Bison had a thing for beautiful women and full curved figures.
Sheena had both to spare, and so posed as a maid joining the ranks of the others that took care of this place. For a couple days she searches around with no such luck until deciding to look into the man's personal chambers. The reporter assured her the likelihood of running into the man was slim to none. Not the type to outright fear another, Sheena did not underestimate her potential enemy so completely as to be foolish. Another thing M. Bison was known for was his own series of dojos around the world that taught a variety of martial arts to any who sought them out. Even with this, there was news out there among the populace that M. Bison came up with his own type of fighting style.
One he shares with no other.
So caution was the best way to go, obviously. Still, all the caution in the world doesn't prepare her being caught trying to crack the businessman's safe. It's more like an ambush really, as the moment she cracks the safe open, a burst of powerful energy hits the poor ninja maid square in the back. Sheena makes a weak turn around just in time to see a looming figure strike her in the gut.
Sheena's world goes black. When she wakes once more, Sheena finds that she is on a plane. Worse than that, the reporter is there to greet her! It's then revealed that this was all a set-up, the reporter being one of the women that Bison "opened the eyes of"--the woman's own words. Suitably angered by this revelation, Sheena makes an attempt to get out and lay this bitch out--only to find that she can't. Getting a better look at her surroundings reveals that Sheena isn't just bent over because she's a little weak, but because her hands have been bound to a metal post.
Trying to rise to her feet does nothing but put the ninja in a bent position, and with her short maid skirt, there's an obvious reason why. "It's all coming together, isn't it, Fujibayashi?" Bison can be heard approaching from behind Sheena, his hand reaching out to cup one of Sheena's soft cheeks under the skirt. Sheena fell for the outfit even down to the lacy, barely-there thong underwear she wore. She can feel each inch of Bison's rough, strong hand fondling her ass like it belonged to him.
Like she belonged to him now. "I'm going to fuck you thousands of miles in the air. No one will hear your cries except for my men..and my women." The reporter blushing and bows, thanking M. Bison for the glory he bestows upon her. Then she leaves to wait elsewhere, stating that she looks forward to hearing Sheena squeal like a whore.
A pair of powerful beings trade blows to one another, energy flashing as a heroine looks to fell a villain. A villain that once blackmailed the heroine by having her trade a night of fucking her how he pleased with the promised safety of others. This alone would be enough to anger the heroine. Only to see these people wind up dead and in the news weeks later sealed the villain's fate. The things he did to her!
What he made her do to him! He defiled her in ways she didn't think another could or ever would. The outfits, the collar, the whips. What he put inside of her, how he stretched her. It all pushes the heroine to seek the villain out, leading to her attacking the man and putting him on the ropes, so to speak. The villain is caught off guard by her sudden appearance, she's landing hard, powerful blows. When she's able to hurt him enough that she can get her hands on his throat--!
Then it all ends, in the sudden. The heroine's rage leaves her blind in it, seeing only red. This allows the villain to defend, take the blows, and wait for an opening. The rage he stirred within the heroine does just that, and the man takes the heroine's wrists and binds them together. Just like that her power leaves the heroine weak and vulnerable. He drops her with a powerful blow, aware that he need not hold back against the heroine. She isn't knocked out, but very much awake.
While still glaring daggers at the villain, she spits his name out with undisguised disgust. Bison is his name. M. Bison. The villain smiles down at the woman and picks her up, throwing her into an SUV that's pulling up. He says her name with much more warmth in it.
"Wonder Woman." He says, closing the door behind them and telling his driver to take them back to base. All the while he pulls Wonder Woman into his lap, positioning her so that her legs rest spread out over his. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered your little weakness." The villain tugs on Wonder Woman's top, watching as a single breast bounces free. Large and heavy, Bison begins to fondle the big tit, knowing he has nothing to worry about any longer.
"At least it isn't a glowing green rock, hm?" He laughs a booming laugh as the SUV speeds down the street.
A file lands beside the body of a leggy, busty blonde teenage girl. Her face is cute but her body is incredible. Her usually nice long hair is disheveled and splayed out. She lays on the bed of a man she doesn't know, waiting to hear what he has to say. Her arrival in this strange place was sudden; almost like the girl was snatched out of thin air.
So she waits, being given permission to sit up if she so chooses. Lucy's keys taken from her, the girl had initially tried resisting this man to no avail. All she got for her trouble was a slap that hurt more than she would have probably liked to admit. So the girl stays where she fell, hoping that them being in this room didn't mean what she thought it meant. "Lucy Heartfilia. Seventeen. Guild: Fairy Tail. There's more information in the file. You can read it if you like." Bison pauses to see if Lucy will accept the offer to see what information has been gathered about her while the big muscular man in the suit continues to speak.
"Second member from this guild to be brought in. Second member from her world to be brought in."
In a fit of jealousy and desire to prove herself to the very man she protects, Kagura seeks out her employer to show him that she is more than just a sword, and plenty useful to him.
This is Bison's Babes.
A combination of worldly desire and sheer force of will, teenage Bison was a stud in the midst of coming up with his own style of fighting. The only thing missing was finding the means to remove the goodness buried deep within his own soul. One day this would be rectified, but for now there's a quiet feeling that this man can be trusted. It's an air that he learns to give off well enough to attract others to him, as Bison does not yet have the full on skill required to force others on his side.
A work in progress, as it were.
Still, he has his needs and things he's willing to learn. Which has led the young man to Mamako Oosuki, an older and full-bodied woman that he lived in the general area of. She was hard to miss, what with her flowing brown hair, lovely smile, and incredible curves. Hips you could hold onto forever and an ass you could pound for days. This was before you even got to Mamako's impressive chest and the incredible strain they must put on any bra or piece of clothing.
Yes, she would do well to be Bison's first. His adult cruelty not one hundred percent there, Bison is able to come across as genuine despite the cloud hanging over his head. The sort of feeling one may get from another that is at a crossroads in his life. Sure, Bison has done bad things--absolutely bad things--but he hasn't made the decision that would change his life into a cold and uncaring individual. Perhaps this is the reason he is able to pull Mamako to him.
It starts off simple enough: greetings from the more personable older woman, short responses from the young man. Then it grew to lingering looks that she caught coming from him. His build, the occasional treatment of kindness he gives her, the way he looks at her from time to time. Maybe all of this helped in bringing him into the middle of Mamako's living room.
Or maybe she wanted to fuck the neighborhood stud, which M. Bison most certainly was. He just needs her guidance, and he stands there open to her every word and direction. Which is why he comes to Mamako's room when she calls for him...
On the edge of a lake 2B falls. Her weapons drop along with her. The android's pod falls alongside her, unable to move or register a response. Just before then he alerted her to someone attempting to upload the virus. His last words to his companion are that he can do nothing to stop it. After that, her system is swiftly attacked, rendering her weaponless and even destroying her most of 2B's outfit in an explosion that leaves her weak and barely able to move.
Wearing nothing but the thong singlet(?) she wore underneath everything, 2B gets a look at a figure approaching her. The likely assailant confirms his identity as the being that uploaded the virus. Looking past her to a cabin that sits on a nearby hill, the figure picks 2B up and slings over his shoulder. "Unit 2B, you have been absent for too long. Assuming a glitch in your system to be the cause, I have uploaded a virus to ensure that you will not bring me any harm."
Reaching the cabin, the figure slings open the door and approaches the bed. Were he programmed to appreciate all of this, he would compliment the intimacy of this little building as well as the fact that it has survived for so long in all of..this. Instead he deposits 2B onto the mattress, her body rolling onto its side, her back facing him. No, he was programmed to appreciate far better looking things than some wooden building.
They made her well. The figure smiles and resumes speaking. "I am unit Bison, number sixty-nine. I am programmed to apprehend AWOL female units, fix their glitch, and send them back to base happy and in line with their given orders. The virus I uploaded in you will enhance your pleasure receptors while dulling your pain so that you can handle my endowed unit in each notable orifice you possess." Taking note that 2B is trying to move on the mattress, Bison removes his own clothing with ease, revealing a muscular build and an absolute unit as well.
"You can move all you want. I have been programmed to find your weak attempts at motion arousing." Bison approaches the bed and joins 2B, tearing away the last bit of clothing she wore. He let's her fall onto her back, breasts giving an enticing bounce. The unit licks his lips and reaches down to fondle one of the pale, round mounds. It gives no resistance, instead being worked with ease by 2B's assailant.
"You're well made." He compliments, sitting beside 2B, his pupil-less gaze taking in the sight of her nude form.
To function properly, a kingdom needs many a resource at his disposal. While many are based in economics and numbers, no kingdom is complete without a proper defense. No king is truly safe without a capable bodyguard. Enter Erza, a young up and coming member of the king's forces. Seventeen with a wit as sharp as her sword, the redhead shot up King Bison's ranks with alarming speed. Her focus was enough to worry even the strongest of wills about a possible uprising or betrayal, but the king never once got that feeling from the young Erza.
No, she has only ever displayed utter and complete loyalty to the man. Often she carried herself with pride and oozed confidence, only ever bending her knee to her king. Open to learning and often sure of her choices, Erza impressed her king quickly enough that she could be seen at his side more than most, rivaling the king's officials and even giving the king advice every now and again when he sought it.
It's this trust that sees Bison accepting Erza's request to meet with him in the dead of night a week after news breaks out in whispers that the queen is barren and can sire no children for the powerful leader. As such, his chambers were empty, the queen living within the castle walls and quite comfortably, but on the other side of the property. She didn't want to hear the cries of pleasure from other women that she similarly knew and enjoyed.
One notable difference to Bison is that Erza is out of her armor. A show of vulnerability and trust on her end, perhaps? He nods in greeting towards Erza when she drops to her knee in respect, bidding her to rise to her feet. Even with her armor on, Erza's body was difficult to hide, but now it looked to be on full display: the strings off her cloth top strain against the swell of her pale breasts, her pants clinging to those soft and likely toned legs. Standing there with the moon shining through to cast light in Bison's chambers, the young woman could be mistaken for some sort of Goddess.
Something to be worshiped. Yet she fidgets. Looks nervous, even. "Speak your words, girl." So commands her king.
"Struggling is useless." The large business man assures poor Satsuki. Leading what she thought to be an average takeover of someone else's business has turned into something much worse for the young woman. Instead this man has overwhelmed her with abilities she never knew he possessed, only to be collared and chained, with the big bastard holding the chain and told that her mother set this up! The only thing this man required was her daughter, and she obliged him of his request!
With Satsuki naked as the day she was born, Bison looks down at her with a wicked grin on his face. Her wrists are bound behind her back, Bison pushing the girl roughly against the table so that she ends up in a bent over position, her ass on display. "I went through a lot to make sure this deal was successful. So I'll be sure to have my fill of you, girl." Bison starts things off with a simple swat right across both of Satsuki's pale cheeks.
Noel did what many in the force thought impossible: she had M. Bison, an old foe of her father's, put away. So then why was she at the prison demanding to see the man she put away a few months later? Well, it came to her attention that this horrible excuse for a human being was being given the good life, even in the cold walls of prison!
So the warden and guards would need to forgive the petite blonde for throwing one helluva fit upon her arrival. Showing Noel the way to Bison seems like the right call, but Noel was trusting far too many of the wrong individuals for all of this. It's a shame for her, yet she brings it on herself by underestimating the reach of the powerful M. Bison. Nothing seems out of sorts even when she steps into his wing of the prison.
That's essentially what it boils down to: his own slice of the prison itself! So angered by this is Noel that she doesn't notice one of the guards slipping behind her until it's too late. A clubbing blow renders Noel unconscious. When she wakes later, it's to the feeling of something warm, hard, and heavy slapping her across the face. Opening her eyes reveals this thing to be a cock--and a mighty big one at that. She's sure to struggle or try to push away, but can't, thanks to her hands being cuffed behind her back. Not that she may be able to anyway, what with Bison's free hand tangled in the girl's blonde locks to ensure she gets nothing but a near face full of hard dick.
Looking up enough will reveal this incredible appendage to belong to none other than--!
Good or bad, ninjas gotta ninja. For Sheena Fujibayashi, this is being done for the greater good. The possibility of securing damaging information on a supposedly good man. A charitable businessman on the surface, Sheena felt something..off about the man known as M. Bison. Women in the man's various programs often went missing, or seemed to be excused away. Proof of some kind was always on Bison's side, deep in her gut, Sheena knew better than to believe what this guy sent out to the press.
She just needed to find it. So when a female reporter comes to Sheena in confidence claiming that Bison did a number of terrible things to her and others, the ninja jumps on the chance to turn wrong into right. That is what brought her to one of Bison's off-the-grid properties. Thankful to the reporter for pointing her out to an unknown and secluded place, Sheena finds herself slipping in with relative ease thanks to another helpful hint provided by the reporter: Bison had a thing for beautiful women and full curved figures.
Sheena had both to spare, and so posed as a maid joining the ranks of the others that took care of this place. For a couple days she searches around with no such luck until deciding to look into the man's personal chambers. The reporter assured her the likelihood of running into the man was slim to none. Not the type to outright fear another, Sheena did not underestimate her potential enemy so completely as to be foolish. Another thing M. Bison was known for was his own series of dojos around the world that taught a variety of martial arts to any who sought them out. Even with this, there was news out there among the populace that M. Bison came up with his own type of fighting style.
One he shares with no other.
So caution was the best way to go, obviously. Still, all the caution in the world doesn't prepare her being caught trying to crack the businessman's safe. It's more like an ambush really, as the moment she cracks the safe open, a burst of powerful energy hits the poor ninja maid square in the back. Sheena makes a weak turn around just in time to see a looming figure strike her in the gut.
Sheena's world goes black. When she wakes once more, Sheena finds that she is on a plane. Worse than that, the reporter is there to greet her! It's then revealed that this was all a set-up, the reporter being one of the women that Bison "opened the eyes of"--the woman's own words. Suitably angered by this revelation, Sheena makes an attempt to get out and lay this bitch out--only to find that she can't. Getting a better look at her surroundings reveals that Sheena isn't just bent over because she's a little weak, but because her hands have been bound to a metal post.
Trying to rise to her feet does nothing but put the ninja in a bent position, and with her short maid skirt, there's an obvious reason why. "It's all coming together, isn't it, Fujibayashi?" Bison can be heard approaching from behind Sheena, his hand reaching out to cup one of Sheena's soft cheeks under the skirt. Sheena fell for the outfit even down to the lacy, barely-there thong underwear she wore. She can feel each inch of Bison's rough, strong hand fondling her ass like it belonged to him.
Like she belonged to him now. "I'm going to fuck you thousands of miles in the air. No one will hear your cries except for my men..and my women." The reporter blushing and bows, thanking M. Bison for the glory he bestows upon her. Then she leaves to wait elsewhere, stating that she looks forward to hearing Sheena squeal like a whore.
A pair of powerful beings trade blows to one another, energy flashing as a heroine looks to fell a villain. A villain that once blackmailed the heroine by having her trade a night of fucking her how he pleased with the promised safety of others. This alone would be enough to anger the heroine. Only to see these people wind up dead and in the news weeks later sealed the villain's fate. The things he did to her!
What he made her do to him! He defiled her in ways she didn't think another could or ever would. The outfits, the collar, the whips. What he put inside of her, how he stretched her. It all pushes the heroine to seek the villain out, leading to her attacking the man and putting him on the ropes, so to speak. The villain is caught off guard by her sudden appearance, she's landing hard, powerful blows. When she's able to hurt him enough that she can get her hands on his throat--!
Then it all ends, in the sudden. The heroine's rage leaves her blind in it, seeing only red. This allows the villain to defend, take the blows, and wait for an opening. The rage he stirred within the heroine does just that, and the man takes the heroine's wrists and binds them together. Just like that her power leaves the heroine weak and vulnerable. He drops her with a powerful blow, aware that he need not hold back against the heroine. She isn't knocked out, but very much awake.
While still glaring daggers at the villain, she spits his name out with undisguised disgust. Bison is his name. M. Bison. The villain smiles down at the woman and picks her up, throwing her into an SUV that's pulling up. He says her name with much more warmth in it.
"Wonder Woman." He says, closing the door behind them and telling his driver to take them back to base. All the while he pulls Wonder Woman into his lap, positioning her so that her legs rest spread out over his. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered your little weakness." The villain tugs on Wonder Woman's top, watching as a single breast bounces free. Large and heavy, Bison begins to fondle the big tit, knowing he has nothing to worry about any longer.
"At least it isn't a glowing green rock, hm?" He laughs a booming laugh as the SUV speeds down the street.
A file lands beside the body of a leggy, busty blonde teenage girl. Her face is cute but her body is incredible. Her usually nice long hair is disheveled and splayed out. She lays on the bed of a man she doesn't know, waiting to hear what he has to say. Her arrival in this strange place was sudden; almost like the girl was snatched out of thin air.
So she waits, being given permission to sit up if she so chooses. Lucy's keys taken from her, the girl had initially tried resisting this man to no avail. All she got for her trouble was a slap that hurt more than she would have probably liked to admit. So the girl stays where she fell, hoping that them being in this room didn't mean what she thought it meant. "Lucy Heartfilia. Seventeen. Guild: Fairy Tail. There's more information in the file. You can read it if you like." Bison pauses to see if Lucy will accept the offer to see what information has been gathered about her while the big muscular man in the suit continues to speak.
"Second member from this guild to be brought in. Second member from her world to be brought in."
In a fit of jealousy and desire to prove herself to the very man she protects, Kagura seeks out her employer to show him that she is more than just a sword, and plenty useful to him.
no subject
She didn't know which side of him she preferred.
But now wasn't the time to think through such things. To keep Bison waiting was another step toward death, and there were far too many things she left to do in life to throw it all away just prove a point. And so she sticks close to her master, rubbing him with her body, trembling whenever the stiff peeks of her nipples brush against the hard planes of his well-defined muscles. She does still use her hands, reaching out to run her palms up and down along his arms, marveling at just how feet he truly was.
As the trail back up to land on his shoulders, she lifts herself from the water. At first it seemed intended to remove herself from the bath and maybe, the Satsuki of the past might have been bullheaded enough to try her luck. But before Bison could think she sought to flee and react appropriately, he face was surrounded by the softness of her breasts. Still dripping with water, and bearing the scent he had chosen for them to bath in.
Curiosity, it seemed, had gotten the best of her as she now pressed his face eagerly into her chest.
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While he enjoys the soft touch of her careful caresses and the feeling of her soft breasts easily giving against his hard edges, the lift and pressing of them against his face was the cherry he truly sought after. His lips immediately take hold of a nipple, Bison's arm looping around Satsuki's waist to keep her like this for a bit.
From there he sucks the pebbled nub, nipple clearly stiff from her earlier attention to it. The heat of his mouth is added with the wet relief of his tongue rolling over the nub, deft and strong in its movements. His face presses into the tit itself before he pulls his head back and uses his lips to tug her nipple. He releases it, watches the heavy tit jiggle, and flattens his tongue, rolling it once more over Satsuki's nipple, then tracing it around her areola several successive motions.
Then his teeth add a bit of pressure, teeth pressing in just enough to be felt before dragging back to Satsuki's nipple. Another tug with his lips, except this one is quick. His tongue flicks over it immediately after, then swipes down. He traces around the nub several times, then bites, using his teeth to tug it roughly. It's a quick, sudden jolt to keep her off guard.
Then the welcome relief returns. His mouth, his tongue. A suck, a release. A nip to the underside of the breast. Then he shifts enough to face the other and presses a wet kiss to the side of it. He pulls back just enough to drag his hot tongue along the side, dipping just enough to go from the underside to what was previously the ignored nipple. This one he takes hold of tongue first, pressing wet heat against it before closing over it.
His lips are a little loose around it to better allow his tongue to tease with wet sucks and saliva coated swipes and rolls of the strong, capable muscle.
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"Aaahn!" For the first time she moans willingly. One hand move to rest on the back of his head, lightly pulling at this short brown strands. She leans into him, drawn to the wet heat of his mouth and the attentive stroke of his tongue. This felt vastly different from when he touched her in office. The firm pinch of his strong fingers replaced by the sharp tug of his teeth.
She shudders whenever they clamp down, just enough to cause a little bit of pain and send a warm tingle down to her already dripping sex. A short tug that earns him another moan, followed in quick succession by a long swipe of his tongue, and suction pressure of his mouth. The sort of triple combo attack that has Satsuki almost falling apart in front of him. She cries out in a whimper as arousal drips down her inner thighs in thick rivers, her breathing uneven and quick as she holds herself to him.
When he switches to focus on the other nipple, she felt like she was going to melt away. Her moaning growing louder as the hand in his hair holds him to her chest. She had never considered that she could get so turned on, so close to letting herself go just because someone was sucking upon her breasts.
"Mas--aaahn!!" At the last second, she stops herself from calling out to him. No, no, no. She couldn't say it out loud like this. Was it really worth it? Admitting defeat? Calling him Master? All because he so fucking good with his mouth?
Had Satsuki Kiryuin really fallen so far?
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Very good. He'll operate as is and not punish her. She can always experience his face some other time. Instead he keeps it up, especially since she didn't exactly pull away. If anything she's been absolutely encouraging, even burying her hands into his short hair and tugging with encouragement.
So Bison gives Satsuki's breast a love bite, right on the underside. The breast itself rests against his face while he does, shifting and jiggling when he moves to drag that tongue over the marked spot, all the way to the nipple again. Then he clamps down on the areola itself, applying more than pressure as he traps it between his teeth and holds it.
His tongue lashes out, teasing the very tip of Satsuki's nipple. At first it's swipes and flat drags over it, then the tip of tongue starts to poke and tease the tip, giving Satsuki an extra preview of what being eaten out by her Master will be like when they get there. Something so strong and thick, moving with such skill~!
Then his teeth drag downward, trapping and tugging the nipple sharply. A kiss follows, then he's back to the other. Wet, hungry kisses to the side lead a trail to just beside Satsuki's nipple. He clamps shut and sucks hard here, getting the edge of the girl's areola in his mouth as well. Bison pulls, releases, smiles at another angry mark, and lavishes attention upon it. His tongue moves again, a wet trail to the top of the breast.
His gaze flicks up, and seeing an opening, his tongue trails upward. A kiss to her collarbone. Another kiss, higher. Another. Then, a love bite to the slope of the girl's neck. "You have such wonderful tits, Satsuki." With his arm behind her still, he slips it to the girl's lower back and forces her to lean back, beautiful breasts bouncing and put on an incredible display.
With a hungry sound he gives a tight suck to the underside of her right one, then goes back and gives her nipple the same treatment, sealing tightly over it and sucking, sucking, tugging, sucking. His free hand comes up and squeezes the other breast, thick fingers digging into the pliable flesh, yielding to the strength of her Master as he handles the tit roughly. When his thumb makes a second pass over Satsuki's nipple, the hand stays put and starts playing with it appropriately.
First he circles the nub, pressing his thumb against it and pushing in, then circling. He does this several times in slow, firm motions before letting the nipple spring back out--only to trap it with his fingers. He pinches, pushes into the breast, and then tugs sharply before releasing it and going back to manhandling the breast itself.
She's assaulted all over her chest, getting a nice mark at the top of the other breast his mouth is working on still. Not even the sides were safe from being attacked. Angry spots of red adorn both breasts after some time, saliva soaked and saliva dried trails shown on them when the light hit just right.
Where on her chest did she not feel his tongue? His lips? His teeth? A full, complete attack like he never has done before...
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One after another, the fell from her parted lips. Sometimes interrupted by gasp when he bites down with his teeth, or times by a whimper as he clamps down with his mouth. Sucking upon her tit like a man overcome with thirst, though she had nothing to give. And still that doesn't stop him.
He divides his attention evenly between the two, marking them with his teeth or lavishing upon them the most divine-like attention in equal parts. Anything and everything, he makes sure she can experience it all with her breasts. And then when even that wasn't enough for him, he brings his hand into play. Capturing a breasts between his thick, rough fingers. Massaging it, rolling against it with his palm just as she had done moments before. Then came the pinches, those hard tweaks of her sensitive buds that she had failed to mimic herself, and caused an ever louder roar of pleasure to spill from her mouth.
There are no breaks, no chances to catch her breathe. Only the constant hot, wet pressure of his mouth and tongue, and skillful touch of his fingers.
"Master..." It rushes past her lips on it own, followed by the sudden trembling of her body. At some point, despite her wish not to do it, she comes. In a vein attempt she pressed her thighs together as much as she could to stop it from happening, but it wasn't enough. Liquid heat poured down her legs, into the bath. Her body unable to withstand such a concentrated frontal attack for so long. She whimpered in his arms, mind fuzzy with a haze of unbridled lust.
She had been unable to think of anything, to feel anything else besides his mouth and fingers playing across what she came to realize was one of her weak spots: her breasts.
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There's a reason Satsuki gave in and moaned out his title. His position over her. This was just one of many. Pulling Satsuki into a seated position, he holds her against him while she comes, letting her shudder against his sturdy chest and in the safety of his arms.
"I believe you added a whole new type of perfume into the bath, my dear." His hand brushes through the girl's hair, and after a quick clean up, he's easily maneuvering Sastuki into his arms, cradling her against him. They go to a room in the bathing space to dry off. Bison gets them both taken care of and then attaches a collar to Satsuki's neck. Grabbing the chain, he leads her out and commanding her to walk behind him, guides her to his room.
The door is locked. The collar comes off, and he has her neatly put it away nearby for..later use. From there she is directed to a closet to pick out something to sleep in. There are many things to choose from: scantily clad items, genuine night items.
The only thing he forces her to wear is a black thong. Anything else is up to her. A reinforcement that being his slave isn't going to be that bad. With the girl dressed, Bison motions for her to get in bed, and he joins her. He has no need for clothes and while she settles under the covers of his enormous and incredibly soft bed, Bison joins her. He of course is absolutely naked, looping an arm around Satsuki to pull her against him.
Eventually, the two of them fall asleep like this: Master and Slave.
The next morning sees Bison stirring first.
He looks down at a sleeping Satsuki and slips his fingers gently through her long hair. The little maniac looks so peaceful like this. Little does she know that the bath she came in had plenty of far flung minerals in it from other countries and shadowy religions. When she wakes, she'll feel refreshed, and the cheeks of her ass no longer red and sore. Only the love bite on her neck will have remained.
She's fresh and pristine once again. For the most part. He thinks about waking her with his head shoved between her legs, but waits to see if she stirs from the brush first.
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He leads her into another new room, and the sight of the large, plush bed has Satsuki realizing just how tired she really is. As soon as the collar is off, she takes a step toward it, wanted nothing more then to sleep off all this fatigue and maybe, even awake from this nightmare she found herself in. But before that...he instructs her to dress herself, and she remembers. She had been wearing nothing this entire time.
She slips on the dainty black thong first, like he ordered, before looking through the closet staked with hanger upon hanger of woman's clothes. Some of them modest, many of them not. In the end she chose a sheer what chemise to wear, the length of reaching to about mid-thigh on her. Then, seeming to have forgotten her previous distaste for the man waiting for her under the covers, she climbs into bed. The second her head hits the pillow, she's out.
There had been no dreams that night, only a comforting world of darkness. A void in which she floated along with concern or care. A place she would have liked to linger for a few hours more, but something seemed intent on pulling her back to the waking world.
And so she stirs, grumbling at first about tea and a meeting, before her brain started to catch up. This wasn't her home, her servants weren't here, and this most certainly wasn't her bed. She blinks a few times, almost blinded by the light of day, and grumbles again once her vision became more clear. She was still here.
Turning to her side, she is face with the man responsible. If he was expecting a smile, or a cheerful morning greeting, then he was in for disappointment. She frowns, scowling a little as she looked up at him. "Oh, it's you."
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"Good morning. You almost woke up with my head between your legs. I'm fine with settling on you watching the process." Bison grabs Satsuki's shoulder and eases her onto her back, his lips taking hers in a hard, deep kiss.
His tongue slips past the soft lips of his slave, entwining with Satsuki's. His weight bears down on her enveloping the girl in a familiar heat and scent.
Once he breaks their kiss, Bison nips Satsuki's bottom lip and shifts on top of her more, slipping his knee between her legs. His lips meet her slender neck as he presses a kiss to a tender spot. His lips linger, turning it into a gentle suck.
Then he grabs hold of the shoulder part of her dress and tugs, tearing it enough that a single, large tit pops out. He catches it mid-bounce and greets it with his tongue out, lips sealing the nub.
Another familiar feeling for her, no doubt. This morning he starts her off with consecutive tugs to the nipple, pulling again and again before releasing it and brushing his tongue flat over it.
He watches it harden quickly, eager and responsive. His hand comes up to squeeze that same breast, thumb swiping the nub left and right as his gaze shifts to her lovely face. He wants to watch how she feels when he gropes the other, clothed breast. Trapping the nipple that perks up against the fabric between his two fingers and rubbing them together against it.
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Her virginity the previous day, and today her first kiss.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, she just never considered it would be with notorious businessman who delighted in tormenting and teasing her for hours on end. So, he would have to forgive Satsuki if her response to their sudden making out is...a little sloppy. Some scrapping of her teeth, the wild flail of her tongue when his invaded her mouth. By the time she catches on and relaxes enough to let him properly explore, he's already pulling away.
A relief, she thought, only to have such a feeling turned over on its side when Bison reaches for the strap of her chemise. All it takes is one tug of moderate effort, and the thin material rips, readily exposing a breath to his hungry gaze.
The second his mouth make contacts, she recalls the bath they shared. How he had brought her to come by just suckling upon and teasing her breasts. That night as she joined Bison in bed, she vowed not to let such an embarrassing display repeat itself. Tomorrow, she was a new Satsuki. A stronger Satsuki. One who stand her ground firmly, and refuse to waver.
"Aaahn!" She moans the moment his fingers pinch at her still clothed breast. Her body twisting, leaning itself more in the direction of his hand. A presses herself against the knee planted between her legs, rolling her hips in sensual waves to rub against him. The crotch of her thong already damp with her clear excitement.
Both hands grab at the wrinkled sheets beneath her, whimpers turning into small cries as he applies pressure to her sensitive buds. Tweaking the hard, pink-colored peak in such a way, she couldn't focus on anything else. "N-no, not there...!"
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"You little whore." He laughs at her, his fingers working the girl's nipple still. Twisting, tweaking, tugging. The only thing akin to a break for her is when he uses his thumb to circle the pebbled, stiffened nub--or worse, when he feathers it with quick swipes that end in a rough tug.
Bison looks down, watching Satsuki as he poses her a question. All while her grinding against him causes his heavy cock to slowy rub against her, gradually hardening past her navel as it now also sits heavy on her belly.
"Your kiss a moment ago. I found it tasty, but lacking. Was that your first?" He of course continues brutally pleasuring Satsuki beneath him.
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Slave. Whore. Two whole nicknames, and she had only been with him for half a day. She was on quite the roll!
The so-called 'break' he gifts upon her isn't very long, but it's enough. She collects herself, refocuses on the now just as Bison calls out her rather poor kissing technique.
"What do you think, master?" There's a bit of sarcasm in her tone at the last part. As if a part of her still hasn't yet accepted her new lifestyle and refuses to bend to him completely. She huffs as he flicks her nipple with her finger, body writhing when he pinches it and pushing more firmly onto his knee with her hips. By now that part of him is probably soaked with her arousal just as she felt her thong had become. And yet the small pleasure she felt from such a rough form of contact wasn't enough to still her actions just yet.
"I had--mmm!--no time to experience such intimacies in my quest for power." In fact, it was the very last thing on her mind. A blip that barely registered on her radar called 'life'.
At some point, she moved to rest a hand on top of his stiffening cock. Pressing him to her body with a light pressure, enough so that she could feel the heat of him through the material of her chemise. Up and down she trailed her fingers, matching it to slow rolls of her hips and the occasional swipe of his thumb across her nipple.
"Would you have preferred I asked my opponent's to make-out with me before I crushed them underfoot, just so you could have had a more pleasant kissing experience, master?"
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"Should I roll you over and split your ass in two?" He smiles, hand going back to Satsuki's breast. He takes to fondling her, fingers brushing, digging into soft flesh that gives so easily to his touch.
"Or should I tell you what I did to the women that tried to fight against me? What I did to their minds, their bodies. I have a whole group of them dedicated to assassinations from within the shadows. Bodies and minds I warped into doing my bidding. Or are you just being a brat, upset she lost another first to her superior." That last word sees Bison squeezing and harshly twisting Satsuki's nipple while teeth drag and then roughly tug the other!
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She had fell opponents bigger than her before. Taking someone of his size wasn't hard.
But she knew better then to act on such impulses. Those threats he made were not empty ones. Every thing he said, he could do a thousand times over and more. He could tear her apart piece by piece, until not scrap of herself remained. A fate far crueler than death.
She breathes in through clenched teeth, body arching toward his mouth as he bares down on her nipple with his teeth. "Master..." There's a considerable amount of sincerity to her tone this time around, his title spoken as an almost desperate plea. She thrusts against his knee, grinds her aching slit against that hard surface both in a bid to ask forgiveness, and some small bit of sexual relief.
She whimpers again when his fingers come into play. Twisting and tugging at her sensitive, harden bud. Flooding her senses with both intense pleasure and pain. The same potent mixture that saw her embarrassing herself that first time in his office. If she could just confess that she acted out in shame, she could put this torment to an end. And yet the only sound out of her pretty lips were more moans and soft cries.
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For the second mockery of his title, of course. His knees are now on either side of Satsuki's waist. He straddles her, takes away the potential for her to even dare trying to play at using her hands for some sort of self-relief.
He continues to twist and tug her nipple, however. Give the brat pleasure that he can stop at any time. A reminder of who is in control, who isn't, and that trying to add a little honey to his name to get out of trouble won't work on him. There is a reason she is his and not the other way around. He proves it now with everything he has taken from her and the only thing he is currently allowing.
Pleasure, but not enough to push Satsuki over any edge. He's going to keep her there for a bit, make her teeter on the edge, but not push her off. Yet. She has some making up for it to do.
However, there is a reward of sorts. A teachable moment and an opportunity to take away some of the shame she felt but lacks the maturity to admit aloud. Bison's head lifts, broad chest pressing firmly to Satsuki's. Heat on heat. Trapped with him looking down at her. Bison presses his lips to her own softer pair, this time guiding the girl's tongue with his own as they kiss.
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So she had been a bit of brat, but this felt like taking it a bit too far.
Not that Bison would give her the opportunity to argue against his actions. He hadn't let up on working her nipples. His pattern of tweaking and pulling that hard peak between his fingers carrying on unhindered. The only hint of pleasure she was allowed as part of her 'punishment'. Enough stimulation to keep her on edge, but nowhere close to getting her off.
Should she apologize, but with a bit more heart to it this time? An option that Satsuki found herself seriously considering as the seconds dragged on, but it seemed her Master had other plans for his bratty little slave.
He kisses her, much as he had when this all began. Deep, slow, and with his tongue sliding its way into her mouth. She hesitates as they meet, afraid that she would only show more of her flaws and be denied even further relief from her building sexual tension, but he takes his time. He uses his tongue to lead her, guide her into what to do. Shows her that she needs to relax, to keep her mouth open to prevent a repeat gnashing of their teeth. And she follows along, slipping him the tongue when he allowed, using the methods that he had shown her in order to better taste and explore his mouth.
In fact, it isn't long until she starts kissing him on her own. Moaning hotly against his lips, her tongue sliding up alongside his to rub and stroke. Not yet a true professional when it came to kissing, but at least ten times better then their first unfortunate experience.
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After a long moment, Bison breaks their kiss, letting Satsuki's soft pants fill the room as he stops toying with her breast to bring that same hand up to Satsuki's cheek. Another kiss, more guidance as he takes a moment out of all of this to train her further here.
It's a little harder this time, meant to steal her breath from Satsuki. When the kiss breaks after another long moment, Bison's hand slides to gently cup Satsuki's cheek. "I believe you have something to say, girl. So say it, request a single thing returned to you for me to pleasure you with, and then stick out your tongue. I want to suck on it."
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Already she accepts his kiss with almost eagerness, lips already parted in welcoming before he even makes contact. She greets his tongue with a gentle stroke, but when he makes it clear that he intended to take the lead this round, she surrenders. Rather than try and overpower him, she allows him to explore as he wished. Maybe there were a few strokes here and there, some light wrestling of their tongues as she moaned at the back of her throat for him, but nothing to really force Bison from the direction he wished to take.
By the time he pulls back, a breathless Satsuki lays beneath him. Saliva trickling down the corner of her mouth, the expression in her eyes reading that her ego had been cooled. She didn't seek to challenge him, rather she bore the expression of needy, obedient slave who had been thoroughly disciplined.
"I'm sorry, Master." She apologizes for perhaps the first time in her life. Voice soft and lacking the hard-edge of her earlier insults. She takes a shuddering breath, hips lifting off the bed so that her body could press a bit more firmly against his. That slight bit of friction causing her chemise to slid a bit higher on her body. "Please touch my pussy. I want to feel Master's fingers deep inside me."
As much as she enjoyed the teasing of her breasts, it went without saying that her lower mouth was feeling severely neglected. It yearned for attention and she could only hope she behaved well enough to earn it.
Of course, she hadn't forgotten the last set of instructions he had given her. So as she waited for him to make a decision, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. Gazing upon him with desperate, needy eyes.
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"I love that look in your eyes, Satsuki. You should have it more often." Just as he takes hold of Satsuki's tongue with his lips, Bison shifts and settles between his slave's pale legs, a slender limb on either side of him. With one side Grabbing up her wrists and pinning them above her head as a means to also brace himself against the mattress, Bison's free hand slips under the chemise. His fingers press against the wet fabric of Satsuki's thong just as his lips seal tight and hungry against Satsuki's once more.
The sound that comes from Bison is a hungry one, this time the older man coaxing his younger girl to take the lead. It was time to show him a little something more. After a few minutes of teasing, Bison breaks their kiss and moves the fabric out of the way, shoving his fingers inside of Satsuki.
"Oho, you've gotten so wet my dear~" He barely let's Satsuki gather her breath before kissing her again, pressing into her so that she feels his weight against her slender, curvy figure. It pushes Satsuki into the mattress once more, three(!) fingers curling and plunging roughly inside. Satsuki's body makes hungry, desperate sounds of its own, pleased to be given some form of attention after being neglected for much too long. Bison's fingers spread now and again to stretch Satsuki a bit, allowing for an increase to eventually ease movement for them.
The kiss breaks, Bison wanting to hear Satsuki gasp as their lips release. He nips the girl's bottom lip and keeps his head just above hers so he can watch her squirm underneath him.
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He kisses her at the exact moment his finger pressed into her still clothed sex. an act that sees Satsuki openly moaning into his mouth as he sucked upon her tongue. Another stroke with his finger has her whimpering, begging him without words for more. She wanted him, needed him. Subjecting her to anymore teasing at this point, and she just might break entirely.
She barely hears the words he speaks, her mind reeling from the sensation of his finger sliding between her slick folds. "Haaah--" He cuts her off mid-gasp, silencing her voice with another deep kiss.
Another finger is added, followed by another. All three slipping inside her past the first knuckle, stretching her little tight pussy beyond what she was used to. Tears dot the corners of her eyes as he forces her to open wide for him, thought she knows this pain is only temporary. A necessary step to go through if she ever hopped to accept him proper without complications.
"Master~" That is the first word out of her mouth when he pulled back. The only piece of vocab she seemed to remember when started to move his hand. The sting that bloomed from being stretched around three thick fingers having subsided after the first few thrusts. Now there was only pleasure, the kind that saw Satsuki writhing beneath him, her hips lifting off the mattress and angled in such a way, it allowed him a deeper point of penetration. "Master..!" She moans for him again, fingers flexing in the air, desperate to cling onto something, anything as his plowed away at her with only his hand.
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He breathes a compliment against her neck that sounds a lot like 'good girl' before his tongue drags along the spot, up and then across Satsuki's cheek. It's lewd and the trail is wet, but he doesn't care. Her body is his to mark and treat how he sees fit.
"Show me your eagerness." He kisses her once more, meaning he wants Satsuki to guide him with her tongue, his strong, broad muscle brushing against her smaller, softer one just once to entice her to entwine hers with his or..whatever she wants.
If she were to kiss him awhile and then say..break the kiss to suck his tongue, she may be rewarded with something she hasn't gotten from him yet at all--oral with that same strong tongue of his.
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She heard the words 'good girl' whispered against her skin. The combination of them together still not something she would ever get used to hearing, but accepted it for what it was regardless: a term to show she was behaving as he expected.
Once more, they kiss. Tongues meeting in a twisted dance, with Bison easily overpowering Satsuki, and Satsuki content to simple glide alongside him for a time. That is until she's struck with an idea. She recalls what he'd asked of her before, the latter part she needed to fulfill in order to express how truly sorry and worthy of his attention she was.
It was a little sudden when she pulled away, taking in a deep gasp of air. She looked at him for a brief moment, wondering if breaking away from the norm was really the right thing to do before ultimately deciding, fuck it. She leans in again, but instead of kissing Bison, she instead wraps her lips around his tongue. Sucking upon that slick muscle like he had done to hers just moments before, treating him with the same tenderness as she had shown him before their bath together. The perfect amount of pressure to show her master that she was serious.
"Mwahsther.." She whimpers around his tongue, sucking upon him one last time before breaking away from him for one more breathe of air. Had it been worth the attempt? Had she offered him the same pleasurable experience the he had moments before?
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From there he sits back and straddles Satsuki's leg, reaching down to grab the chemise she wore at the middle. He pulls, hard, tearing it mostly down the middle and freeing Satsuki's other breast. Another tug, and then it's torn halfway down completely, left in tatters as Satsuki's breasts bounce and her stomach tenses.
"Your body is incredible." Bison practically growls, his big hands gripping Satsuki's hips. They then slide slowly up along her body as Bison shifts onto his knees between Satsuki's slender legs, fingers digging into the soft, pale skin of her sides. His hands continue their travel upward before both grab hold of Satsuki's breasts, squeezing them roughly and releasing. They jiggle gently, Bison chuckling as his head dips to press a kiss to Satsuki's navel.
Then another underneath. Then, another first as the same strong tongue that showed Satsuki some sweet kissing time slips between her cute slit and swollen pussy lips to get a nice, long taste of her slicked snatch. His lips clamp hungrily, sucking the folds once, then again, tugging the swollen lips before releasing them. Then his tongue greets Satsuki's clit, the tip rolling against it before flicking sharply upward.
His lips take hold, tugging, then releasing. Then a relentless attack from his strong, deft muscle.