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Series: Queen's Blade
Pairing: Funikura/Nyx
Rating: X - Contains rough sex
Length: 753 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Non-con, choke sex, weapon sex, badly made tea.
Summary: Nyx gets punished for not making a drink properly.
Notes: Funikura is either a female or genderless living demonic magic staff made of tentacles. This fic assumes mostly genderless with hints of female.
This wasn't the job Nyx had signed up for.
A true defender of justice wouldn't find herself dressed in a maid's outfit a size too small for her, garters and stockings hiked up her legs, panties conveniently missing their crotch. Her chest was chafing, not supported by a single thing, nipples itchy against the suit's fabric. The girl was in an empty tavern, doing practice runs for the customers later, her lower lip curled around her teeth. Small white gloves adorned her hands, her right one pointing at what appeared to be a blue staff in a frilly red velvet dress. Nyx's face contorted in anger as she began to shout.
“What's the meaning of this? How am I supposed to take down that stupid rich bitch in this tarvesty of an outfit?” screamed the mage, her face as red as the flames she commanded.
The staff just took its eye and glared at her.
“Ahh! I'm sorry, Mistress Funikura! Don't hurt me! I'll make it up to you! What do you want?”
The staff just took one tentacle on its side and pointed it at the teapot, another tentacle adjusting the tiara on its head.
“O-Okay! You sit tight, milady! I'll bring you some!” squeaked the mage, making her way over and using her magic fireball to heat a kettle up, putting a bag in a cup and waiting patiently. After a minute, she poured the water in, steeping the tea and making her way over. What she didn't count on was tripping over a stool, exposing herself to the world. Thank the angels nobody was in yet. The tea went flying, soaking poor Funikura's dress through.
“Ahhhhhh! I'm sorry again, Mistress Funikura! I'll make it again, just don't---” Nyx's words were cut short. Funikura had taken a tea soaked tentacle and wrapped it around the girl's throat, making her gasp and gurgle as it tightened and squeezed slowly. The poor staff was very particular about its Earl Grey, preferring to sip it gingerly as the wind ruffled its dress, not using it as a skin moisturizer. Its eye tightened in focus, two more tentacles wrapping around each of Nyx's wrists and lifting her up.
“Fu---Miss---kura---d-don't...” the girl's words barely sounded, saliva building up and cascading itself down her face, making her look as childish as her accident implied. Another tentacle made itself between her legs, stroking her exposed slit, tentacle slime mucking up her hairs. Her eyes began to bulge and roll back, breathing becoming labored, chest pounding as the bit around her neck crushed harder. Funikura pulsed with its squeezing, leaving fresh red marks around her windpipe, her nostrils flared in a desperate attempt to recover her breath.
All of this just made the mage wetter and wetter, her exposed cunt swelling and reddening, gaping open on its own as the tentacle prodded and teased, slipping inside. Her tongue popped out, inviting her throat to be similarly invaded, one last tentacle coming around and making its way into her mouth, gagging her as her neck was squeezed as strongly as it could be. Deprived of oxygen, her body began to flail and sputter, teeth grazing the invasive vine in her mouth.
Just when she thought she'd pass out right there in mid-air and slump down, her cunt writhed as her body did on the bit penetrating her, forcing her to orgasm as tears streaked down her cheeks. Slick juices ran down as she gurgled and bucked her hardest, forcing a long, sticky trail of magic infused cum to gush forth into her stomach, leaking out in droves from her staff. At once, Funikura released its grasp on her, the mage's body collapsing to the ground as she choked and gasped hard, chest heaving.
“...s-sorry...” was all she could mutter, eyes wide as she slowly regained her senses. Funikura just closed its eye and shook its head as a disappointed mother would as her child. A single tentacle came out and slapped her sharp once across the ass.
“W-whaaaa...?” Nyx sat up, curious as to what that was for.
The staff was pointing at the sugar. How dare she forget it. Two scoops in every cup, otherwise it just won't do. Two tentacles crossed under its eye, heaving a bit as if it was sighing.
Nyx just hung her head in further shame, sulking back to the washroom to clean up and try again. Justice would not triumph this day.
Pairing: Funikura/Nyx
Rating: X - Contains rough sex
Length: 753 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Non-con, choke sex, weapon sex, badly made tea.
Summary: Nyx gets punished for not making a drink properly.
Notes: Funikura is either a female or genderless living demonic magic staff made of tentacles. This fic assumes mostly genderless with hints of female.
This wasn't the job Nyx had signed up for.
A true defender of justice wouldn't find herself dressed in a maid's outfit a size too small for her, garters and stockings hiked up her legs, panties conveniently missing their crotch. Her chest was chafing, not supported by a single thing, nipples itchy against the suit's fabric. The girl was in an empty tavern, doing practice runs for the customers later, her lower lip curled around her teeth. Small white gloves adorned her hands, her right one pointing at what appeared to be a blue staff in a frilly red velvet dress. Nyx's face contorted in anger as she began to shout.
“What's the meaning of this? How am I supposed to take down that stupid rich bitch in this tarvesty of an outfit?” screamed the mage, her face as red as the flames she commanded.
The staff just took its eye and glared at her.
“Ahh! I'm sorry, Mistress Funikura! Don't hurt me! I'll make it up to you! What do you want?”
The staff just took one tentacle on its side and pointed it at the teapot, another tentacle adjusting the tiara on its head.
“O-Okay! You sit tight, milady! I'll bring you some!” squeaked the mage, making her way over and using her magic fireball to heat a kettle up, putting a bag in a cup and waiting patiently. After a minute, she poured the water in, steeping the tea and making her way over. What she didn't count on was tripping over a stool, exposing herself to the world. Thank the angels nobody was in yet. The tea went flying, soaking poor Funikura's dress through.
“Ahhhhhh! I'm sorry again, Mistress Funikura! I'll make it again, just don't---” Nyx's words were cut short. Funikura had taken a tea soaked tentacle and wrapped it around the girl's throat, making her gasp and gurgle as it tightened and squeezed slowly. The poor staff was very particular about its Earl Grey, preferring to sip it gingerly as the wind ruffled its dress, not using it as a skin moisturizer. Its eye tightened in focus, two more tentacles wrapping around each of Nyx's wrists and lifting her up.
“Fu---Miss---kura---d-don't...” the girl's words barely sounded, saliva building up and cascading itself down her face, making her look as childish as her accident implied. Another tentacle made itself between her legs, stroking her exposed slit, tentacle slime mucking up her hairs. Her eyes began to bulge and roll back, breathing becoming labored, chest pounding as the bit around her neck crushed harder. Funikura pulsed with its squeezing, leaving fresh red marks around her windpipe, her nostrils flared in a desperate attempt to recover her breath.
All of this just made the mage wetter and wetter, her exposed cunt swelling and reddening, gaping open on its own as the tentacle prodded and teased, slipping inside. Her tongue popped out, inviting her throat to be similarly invaded, one last tentacle coming around and making its way into her mouth, gagging her as her neck was squeezed as strongly as it could be. Deprived of oxygen, her body began to flail and sputter, teeth grazing the invasive vine in her mouth.
Just when she thought she'd pass out right there in mid-air and slump down, her cunt writhed as her body did on the bit penetrating her, forcing her to orgasm as tears streaked down her cheeks. Slick juices ran down as she gurgled and bucked her hardest, forcing a long, sticky trail of magic infused cum to gush forth into her stomach, leaking out in droves from her staff. At once, Funikura released its grasp on her, the mage's body collapsing to the ground as she choked and gasped hard, chest heaving.
“...s-sorry...” was all she could mutter, eyes wide as she slowly regained her senses. Funikura just closed its eye and shook its head as a disappointed mother would as her child. A single tentacle came out and slapped her sharp once across the ass.
“W-whaaaa...?” Nyx sat up, curious as to what that was for.
The staff was pointing at the sugar. How dare she forget it. Two scoops in every cup, otherwise it just won't do. Two tentacles crossed under its eye, heaving a bit as if it was sighing.
Nyx just hung her head in further shame, sulking back to the washroom to clean up and try again. Justice would not triumph this day.
