Noelle wasn't lying. Magical Witchy ~Pero Pero~ is one step removed from just being a tentacle rape hentai in its second cour. You sort of wonder how many takes the seiyuu spent in the sound booth trying to strike the right mix between terror and erotic thrill. Maybe BD sales were lagging on the first run, so they felt the need to sex it up. The source material never got this prurient.
Regardless of the reasons why, these episodes are certainly designed to titillate as much as they are to tell a coherent narrative. When the three witches, Lillith, Lucy, and Lulu, have to "soul bond" to defeat the villain in one episode, it's pretty clear, despite the mystical steam that appears to obscure the screen, that they're basically just rubbing each other's cunts.
"Whoa," you say during the scene, glancing at Noelle. "So much for undertones, huh?"
"It's -- it's a necessary part of the story," Noelle says. "They explained how soul bonding works. It's a magical ritual to boost their sealing powers."
"Yeah. By cumming on each other."
On screen, raven-haired sexpot Lillith is sighing: "Ahh -- it feels so good!"
To which blonde-haired, cow-titted Lucy sneers through little grunts of pleasure: "S-stupid Lillith... I'm not doing this for your sake!"
And which is followed up by demure, plank-chested redhead Lulu, who timidly orgasms while pleading: "Let's all feel good together!"
"This is porn," you say. "We're watching porn right now."
"Yeah, whatever," Noelle says. "You were watching porn before I showed up too. Anyway, I warned you, so whose fault is this?"
"I'm not complaining," you say. "I'm just surprised the show went this far. Actually, this kind of thing is more my speed. You were the one who always said you preferred things subtle and understated."
"I'd rather not hear about your tastes in hentai, Alabaster, if you'd please."
"I mean... don't agree to watch hentai with me if you don't want to hear what I think about hentai."
"It's ecchi at most," she says. "Anyway, that's about as hot as it gets--"
"Hot?"
"You know what I mean."
"You ARE a lesbian," you say. "I knew it."
"Oh please," Noelle says, groaning. "2D doesn't translate to 3D. Just because I like gay things in 2D doesn't mean I'm gay in real life. You of all people should understand such a concept."
"Is that some kind of snipe?" You say. "Been digging through my internet history, now, cop?"
"No," she says. "But my oh my, did you give away an entertaining fact about yourself just now."
You don't know what it is -- something in the air, a sudden shift in the mood of the room -- maybe it's having your masculinity directly challenged like that, or the fact that Rose left you in a state of need, or just because the show, despite your shit-talking, did have its intended effect on you. But you suddenly lean in and grab Noelle and kiss her on the lips.
But it seems you misread her. You're not a Lothario after all. She recoils, pushes you back. "W-what are you doing!" She shouts.
"I--" you stammer. "I thought..."
"I can't have sex with you," she says. "I-- I shouldn't be here. This is such a mistake. I shouldn't be fraternizing with you at all. I'm sorry -- I'm sorry, I need to go."
"Noelle--" you say, as she stands.
She stops. "You have to understand," she says. "This is a real oh-shit thing to be doing, sitting here, with a subject of the investigation I'm running--"
You try to brush away the awkwardness. "I get it. It's fine. I don't want to make things weird, you know? The truth is.... the truth is, I kind of missed just hanging out with you and riffing on anime together. It was... fun. It was a lot of fun."
She regards you for a long moment.
"I'm not one of those thirsty weeaboos at the MAC," you add. "Just chalk it up to temporary insanity and forget about it. I'm not gonna be m'ladying you all night--"
She steps closer and climbs onto your chair with you -- gets in your lap facing you. "Jesus," she says. "Stop digging already."
"That's -- a good idea," you agree.
You let her kiss you.
Her mouth tastes powerfully of mint, the precise flavor of a scoop of mint ice cream, but warm and moist. And you can practically feel her need, a desperate need for something real, companionship, closeness, human contact -- and unless Quantico has a special course on posing as a sex-starved Christmas Cake, you think this must be real and true. How sad that she should land on Alabaster Soliloquy as the tincture for a lonely heart, you think. Somehow the reality of being a loathsome asshole seems especially biting right now.
Nonetheless, Noelle is pretty, and warm, and she's in your lap kissing you, and you're never going to say no to such a situation.
"The bed?" You prompt in between her ravenous, wet kisses.
"Yeah. The bed..."
You lead her by the hand there. This feels kind of taboo in a new way too. If you're going to become lovers, you'll be star-crossed indeed -- you've been eyeing each other from opposite sides of the FBI security cordon long enough to know where you stand. This is bad news for both of you.
But Noelle is already kicking off her black shoes and socks and slacks -- underneath a surprise, pastel pink panties. And under her shirt, a matching bra.
"Been raiding Rose2's underwear drawer?" You laugh. Even now, you can't resist ribbing her.
"Oh, shut up. These are cute."
"They're extremely cute," you say approvingly. She blushes a little at this. She blushes even harder as you get your hand behind her lithe back and unhook the strap on her bra and pull it off. You're getting pretty good at that maneuver.
Noelle's breasts are small and perky, the nipples a dark brown despite her pale skin -- you were never clear what flavor of Asian she is, but her body is small and thin and fuckable all the same. You get your clothes off too, and enjoy the way her eyes bulge despite herself at the moment of the big reveal. You never get tired of that, the way a girl reacts the first time she sees it. Some are upfront about their surprise -- but others, like Noelle, try to conceal the trepidation. All she allows is a little exhaled huff of air, as you take the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs.
"Do you -- have any condoms?" She asks. Even as she asks this, she spreads her legs open, bares her pretty pussy to you.
"No," you say simply.
"Oh..."
"Is that a problem?"
Noelle thinks. She chews her lower lip. Then she shakes her head slightly no.
You lie over her and kiss her some more. But her kisses in return are full of doubt, it seems, and her body is all trembly. Her voice is pinched as she says: "You'll pull out, right?"
"Sure," you say. You rub your cock up and down the cleft of her pussy as you lie on top of her. It's slick, the fat lips feel nice against your shaft. She keeps herself cleanly shaven down there, and you appreciate how smooth and wet both ends of your body feel, as you mate your tongue to hers, and tease her cunt with your prick.
"I'm gonna put it in," you say.
"Do it slow... please."
You're nice; you follow her orders. Rearing back, you find the entrance to her slit with the head of your cock, and instead of ramming it home, you gently nudge it in by centimeters. The first is the most difficult, for her. She takes a choking breath of air as you spread her pussy open around you and begin to slide in. To alleviate some of the tension and discomfort gripping her, you, well, grip her: you find her arms where they lie at her side and bring them up by her head, and then you lace your fingers through her fingers. You hold hands with her as you get your raw dick inside of her.
"It's so warm," she says. Her voice is higher than you're used to, way higher. But the warmth in it reflects the warmth she feels in her pussy.
You push and push, letting her acclimate to the feeling. She stares blankly up at you, seemingly in shock at just how much there really is -- as if she can't believe that you're not already all the way inside, as you continue you slip your horny prick into her. But it's sooner than it seems to her, when you have yourself balls-deep. She's got a great little cunt, nice and velvety, and you can actually feel the way its wetness seeps from the walls all around your throbbing shaft. She's all wet for you. Her cunt is drooling on you.
As you begin to pull out, her legs wrap around you, her bare feet interlock at the ankles just above your tailbone. "Wait," she says. "Go back in."
"Do you understand how sex works?" You say. "There's a rhythm... in and out, repeat--"
"I want to feel your cock in me... all the way in me... please."
She's a bit delirious right now, but her desperation is so sweet that you let her have her way. You get yourself as deep as you can go and settle your weight on her. Still interlocking hands, your mouths find one another's again. She's all pips and squeaks as you enjoy the simple feeling of your hardness resting inside of her, the way her cunt loosens and tightens and loosens again, milking you off. Though she can't move much with the way she's pinned, her butt does gyrate just a little bit with anxious lust. These little rotations masturbate your cock in turn. The pressure and heat is delicious.
You lie like that for three or four minutes, letting her revel in being completely full. But your prick is getting so hot for more that the itch actually begins to hurt a bit. Your body doesn't understand why you've got yourself stuck up a cunt but aren't fucking it for all it's worth. Eventually you just HAVE to give in to your base instincts and do it; you're filled with a burning need to fuck her pussy out. And now that she's got you so riled up, you have a hard time being gentle about it.
You do try, you really do, but you just can't take it slow. You're in such a state of overdrive that you have to really fucking pound her. Your first in-and-out thrust, a moderate tempo but without warning -- is met with a surprised little moan from her. The second, faster thrust, with Noelle stammering: "Al-Alabaster--"
And then, when you cut loose and start fucking her ass into the mattress as hard and as fast as you can, your hips a blur on top of her, she can only tighten her grip on your hands and hold on, breathless, as you rut. And rut you do, like a dog, unable to stop yourself. A few moments later, she finds her voice again, but it's senseless. She can only form a long, low "unnnnngggg-- unnnnn--" while you fuck her mercilessly -- as you rail her.
You have the benefit of a soft memory foam mattress without springs that creak; but the frame is thumping against the floor and the headboard is banging against the wall. You're making a huge racket as you fuck Noelle silly. And her low "unnnnggg---" noises are picking up in volume, resounding off the walls, leaving no doubt that you've got a girl in your bed who you're showing the time of her life to. "Unnngh--- unnnngh---!!" Her hands flex in yours and this seems to be her only way to sensibly communicate that she wants you to keep going, exactly like this. Her creaming, cramping cunt is the other indication that she loves it. She's quite the little fuck-bunny when you get her warmed up.
It doesn't take much, like this, to get you up to that wonderful peak. You're an honest man -- you know you have to pull out. You ask her, your voice hardly more than a scratchy grunt: "Where do you want it?"
"Whu--" she moans, her head shaking side to side.
"I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?"
Her ankles around your tailbone tighten. "In," she says. The force of your thrusting leaves her unable to form more than one syllable at a time. "In-- in-- innnnn--"
That suits you, too. You mash your lips to hers and exhale deeply through your nose, a sigh of pure satisfaction, as you let go of frustrating concerns about having to pull out. That's right: in is just fine. You like in, too. Her cunt makes lewd, sloppy noises around your dick as you jab back and forth, these final few, deep, short strokes that carry you to the finale. Your balls tighten, you heave, she throws her head back against the pillow and bares her thin, pale neck to you. And like that you blow your load in her pussy. She hugs you to her body with her feet, to make sure you stay exactly like that, all the way inside, while you empty yourself. Blast after blast of cum directly in her womb. You seed her right up, just as she asked -- and just like she really needed. She knows now as well as you, the doujins weren't lying to you: there is no greater pleasure on Earth, for man or woman, than that of cumming inside.
GIRLS FUCKED: 10/12