“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Azuki yelled as she heavily dropped onto the bed in her quarters inside the orbital station hosting the League of Guardians base.

“Chérie?!” Cassie hurried over, appearing at the doorstep. “Is everything okay?”

“Fuck no! Nothing’s ok!” The other replied sharply, the vulgar tone a stark contrast to her pleasant and charming appearance. “I’m so fucking done with all this shit!” She emphasized, raising herself up on her elbows, her beautiful face contorted in anger as she looked at her companion.

The visibly distressed Cassie sat down beside her, lovingly stroking her long hair, a mixture of shiny black, purple, and fuchsia strands.

“I’m sorry, mon Amour… Come here…” She said softly before leaning in, using the hand that had been caressing Azuki to lift her face towards her own. As their lips drew near, both parted them aggressively, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths without warning, giving in to a languid and torrid kiss.

Despite being filled with almost ferocious passion, the violent kiss seemed to dissipate the anger that had been burning inside Azuki, turning the fervor into a languid calm rather than the wild lust one might expect.

It took a good minute of deep tongue twisting before Cassandra felt the aggression completely subside, and only then did she pull back, sensually licking her lips before moving away and clicking her tongue to dry them.

“…Thank you,” Azuki said after a long sigh.

“Don’t worry, Chérie, I’m here whenever you need me.”

“I just need to rest a bit,” she added, looking pained.

“How about this: while I go prepare one of the safehouses, why don’t you have a drink and then join me? I’ll round up a couple of girls and have them ready for you, so when you get there, you can smash right away.”

Azuki’s lips finally formed a tired smile. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

A genuine expression of happiness and contentment appeared on Cassandra’s face, softening the sarcasm of her reply. “See? Frying my brain did do some good.”

“Best decision ever.” The other replied, bringing her companion’s hand to her cheek, reveling in her touch.

“Where should I open? Milan? Paris? Saigon?” Cassie asked eagerly, wanting to continue with the plan, reaching for her cigarette-shaped vaporizer from between her ample breasts and taking a drag as she waited for Azuki’s answer, crossing her legs and resting her elbows on them in an expectant pose.

"Let's go with the Los Angeles penthouse. I need some space." Azuki said.

"Pool party?" Cassandra inquired, exhaling a languid cloud of lilac-colored smoke.

"Yeah, a nighttime pool party with multicolor LED always wins, but keep the company to a minimum. I'm in the mood for something chill." Azuki replied.

"No Harlequin, then?"

"Nah, I don't want the night to end with paramedics trying to extract carpenter tools from the asses of girls whose names I can't even remember." Azuki said.

As Cassandra exhaled another puff of smoke, she chuckled until she almost coughed, recalling the incident.

"Hahaha! Well, she really asked for it!"

"Yeah, I imagine that with the next criminally insane sociopath she meets, she'll be less enthusiastic in bragging about her anal prowess." Azuki quipped.

The memory lingered between them for a few seconds, leaving them in a complicit and amused silence that Cassandra broke by taking another deep drag, while Azuki stroked her thigh, reveling in the sensation of her smooth and cool skin under her touch.

"Okay. What kind of girls should I bring?" Cassandra asked.

"A couple of club girls, nothing too sophisticated," Azuki replied.

"Roger that: flashy, uninhibited, young. A couple of calls and we're good to go. I'll go get ready. Do you need anything else?"

"Another nice deep French kiss." Azuki said, before plunging her hand into Cassandra's hair, pulling her closer for another passionate kiss.

The exchange lasted shorter than the previous one, but it was equally passionate. Their eyes were half-closed, savoring each other's tongue play, as they explored each other's mouths with quick, darting movements, clearly intent on demonstrating to each other how mutually exciting and provocative they found themselves.

Cassandra savored the tonguing to the fullest, and only when their embrace loosened did she speak, asking Azuki, "Ça va? C'est bon comme ça?"

"Mmmmm..." Azuki sighed in satisfaction. "You can tell you're French when you kiss."

"Half French, Chérie..." the other clarified with a smirk.

"...And half Spanish! Sangre Caliente! Hot Slut Stuffing with a glaze of Sophisticated Lover on top: my favorite dessert!"

"You mean "Haute-couture Model sporting hairy armpits since her nymphomaniac girlfriend has a body-odor and pubic hair fetish: my ideal fuck", non?" Cassandra teased, pretending to adjust her hair and, in doing so, exposing her underarms where her companion's object of desire flourished. Indeed, Azuki's eyes lit up with lust, and the effort not to pounce on the other sitting there became palpable.

"You fucking cockteaser! You see? I treat you like a slut for very good reasons! Now how do you think you’ll avoid getting stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey before leaving this room?"

It was at that point that Cassandra had to summon all of her willpower to keep her smile untouched by sadness. As much as she wanted to surrender to passion with her companion, she knew that Azuki's dark thoughts were only kept at bay by that lust, as if it were a blazing fire that drove away the darkness. She had managed to bring back her smile and briefly make her forget why they were planning this escapade, but if that passion consumed all its momentum in a place so close to her torment, the instant it died down, the weight of that dark fog would crush her companion once again.

So she had to do what she hated the most: hold off intimacy with the Love of her life to prolong as much as possible that moment of rapture, taking Azuki away from everything that was hurting her.

"What do you say if, to make it up to you, I fetch the club girls from the ones we've already 'indoctrinated'? That way, they’ll already have a nice thick bush, and you can have a nice all-you-can-eat hairy buffet? Meanwhile, you can have a snack here in mine, so whatever you drink, you can taste my flavor in it too."

Tickled by her fetish, Azuki narrowed her eyes, eager and languid, and leaned towards her companion's bare skin, inhaling as much as possible the fragrance of her body covered only by the lingerie.

Cassandra accentuated her pose, an implicit invitation to bury her face in the long black curls that covered the hollow of her armpit, but just a second before she surrendered to her perversion, Azuki suddenly stopped and, raising her deep amethyst-colored eyes to her lover's, gave them a pleading look; almost whispering timidly, she said...

"Down below?"

For Cassandra, seeing her "Mistress" so meekly ask her, her "Love Slave," for permission to give her pleasure was an adrenaline rush that she struggled hard to hide. However, determined not to spoil such a juicy opportunity, she did her best to ride the change in attitude and change roles just as quickly.

So she transformed her gaze from loving and caring to seductive and dominant and leaned back, bringing her legs up on the bed; with a puff from the vaporizer, she took the time to enjoy her new position of power and at the same time use the gesture of the cigarette to punctuate her sensual movements.

"Oh, it's like that then? This little stray bitch is hungry? Did she smell her favorite meal? Does she want to stick her nose in my pussy and use that obedient little tongue to lick it all?"

Biting her lip in a clear gesture of excitement, Azuki nodded, unable to say anything.

"Well, what's this? Haven't you been taught manners? You really are a stray little bitch. How do you say it?"

"Please, may I?" Azuki whispered with a faint voice before assuming approval and descending with her face between the other's thighs.

However, with a sinuous yet lightning-fast movement, Cassandra slipped off her Louboutin and placed the tip of her foot, encased in the silky stocking, on her companion's snout, right between her upper lip and nose, halting her lover's advance.

"No, no, no. Qu'est-ce que tu fais? Ça va pas, non? Since when do bitches talk like real people? Come on, let me hear how bitches in heat really beg."

Cassie's ease in swapping personalities perfectly hit Azuki's naughty chords.

In response to her lover's provocation, her expression turned into a pleased and teasing smile before the young woman nuzzled her face into the sole of her partner's foot and began rubbing it all over, inhaling deeply.

"Oh, so this isn't just a little bitch; you're a petite pute, n'est-ce pas? I've been wearing these shoes all day, and what do you do when I put my foot under your nose? You smell it from tip to toe. Do you like this too?" In reality, there was little for a true foot fetishist to appreciate: the shape of the feet was indeed perfect, but the skin had a fresh, clean scent. Perhaps the only distinct smell that stood out was the leather that the shoe had left on the skin, but evidently, at that moment, it was a valid substitute for what she usually searched for between the thighs or under the arms of her "concubines," which she very eloquently called "the scent of a female in heat." So, without a shred of modesty, she widened her smile and nodded, admitting her guilt while at the same time accentuating her affection with her partner's foot.

"But then you're not just a little slut, n'est-ce pas? You're a Salope... A huge Salope: a filthy bitch in heat who needs her daily dose of sluttiness to avoid withdrawal." Cassandra continued, while, increasingly immersed in her new role, she began actively rubbing the sole of her foot on the other's face with an increasingly aggressive and domineering look. Once again, Azuki not only played along but, in turn, became more and more excited and involved, responding by seductively opening her mouth and acted on her own initiative by trying to wrap her tongue around her companion's toe, attempting to suck it, failing repeatedly due to the presence of the stocking, and because Cassie sadistically continued to snatch away the object of her desires as soon as she managed to seize it, frustrating her attempts and forcing her to work hard to achieve her own humiliation.

"Do you see it? Do you see the nice little reward waiting for you between my legs if you behave like the bitch you are? Can you smell my Pussy? Just obey, and you can bury your nose right in. Alors, allez-y: let me hear how those of your species beg. Come on: woof, woof! Let me hear it."

Pushed to the brink of excitement by the expertly conducted game, it was a real relief for Azuki to give in to the blackmail and, with her nose still firmly in contact with her tormentor's foot, let herself go and languidly pronounce a simple, hoarse, and sensual

"Woof woof?"

With a sadistically pleased expression, Cassandra savored that sensation of victory as long as possible, taking a long drag from the vaporizer before fixing her eyes full of almost cruel malice on her "victim," blowing out the cigarette smoke, and replying with an equally hoarse tone of desire,

"Bien sûr"

Further fueled by that gesture, which she found infinitely exciting, Azuki finally circumvented her companion's foot and began to travel up her leg, covering it with kisses and languid licks.

As soon as she passed the edge of the stockings, Azuki's eyes were drawn to the spectacle that awaited her at the end of her journey: Cassandra's pubic area, in contrast to the rest of her extremely well-groomed and smooth appearance, was a thick forest of black curls that the very skimpy designer thong could not contain at all. The sophisticated lace embroideries were embedded in a completely wild jungle, creating a truly spectacular contrast.

Obviously, it was a deliberate effect, or better yet, sought after. All according to the meticulous instructions that Azuki had generously given; from the obvious black color to how snug the model should have been, from the shape the rubber band should have to sensually slip between the buttocks to the "V" shape it should have at the front and so on, up to how much hair should poke out to tickle her perversions.

And Cassandra had done well. Very well. She had followed every instruction and even more: she had observed her mistress's reactions to every model worn, to every "adjustment" of her trimming, to understand even the subtlest nuances of her desires, which even Azuki herself ignored. How thick the curls should be, how long, and how straight or curly they should be. How much they should grow on the inner thigh, how much towards the navel they should rise with a thin strip giving the feeling of being "wild" without being "hirsute."

All to perfectly satisfy her mistress's desires, all to see Azuki's gaze filled with lust when it landed on her.

And that very gaze had now taken over her face, mixing with surprise and even a little embarrassment (which was almost unheard of for someone like Azuki) when she realized she had been staring motionless between her companion's thighs a little longer than appropriate, like a victim of Stendhal syndrome. The situation didn't improve when she raised her eyes and found Cassandra waiting for her with a cunning, victorious, and penetrating gaze that left no doubt that she had caught her in the act, especially when paired with the mocking and mischievous smile that slowly spread across her seductive face. Determined to raise the stakes, Cassie brought the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag, never taking her eyes off her, then blew it away to one side, making sure to accentuate the femme fatale movement to which that gesture lent itself well.

Enchanted by that seductive sight, Azuki couldn't look away.

Fuck, she was hot… Fuck, she was good. That slut really knew her stuff. She knew every single trick in the book to drive her wild, and she was using each one of them, one after the other. It wasn’t enough for her to be a perfect ten in looks and body; she wanted to blow her mind with desire: the cigarette, the gaze, the pose, the lingerie, the five-inch heels… the scent.

That pungent scent of sex wafting up from between her thighs, still mixed and masked by the fabric of her thong. Even so, she could still smell it, could still feel that Cassandra was extremely aroused, and that only made her more eager. And as that scent invaded her nostrils, assaulting her sense of smell before climbing up to fuck up her brain, as the excitement began to make her pant with desire, while her eyes looked up at the haughty face of her impromptu mistress, Azuki’s face descended lower and lower, until it rested, mouth and nose, against the black fabric.

The stimulus became so intense that her eyes almost rolled back in their sockets as she took a deep breath, and when her vision returned, she found her companion’s dominant gaze waiting for her, giving her orders once again.

“Take them off,” she ordered abruptly.

Cassandra’s icy demeanor shattered even the semblance of control Azuki still held onto; she frantically reached for the elastic of the thong, but just a second before she could slip her slender fingers between the fabric and the skin, Cassie’s foot came down hard on her face again, this time pushing her away forcefully.

“Mais alors tu es vraiment une stupide putain de conne!” Her companion’s severe voice scolded her.

To Azuki’s incredulous look, like a child who had his ice cream taken away, Cassie replied, annoyed, “Not with those dirty paws of yours! Have you ever seen bitches pick up snacks with their paws?!” A timid and guilty shake of the head from Azuki. “Et alors? Tu sais ce que tu dois faire.” Finished with her reprimand, Cassandra leaned back against the wall, assuming her relaxed and regal pose once again, and, spreading her thighs again, she silently signaled her lover to continue.

For her part, Azuki, scolded but not dissuaded in the least, dove back between the other’s legs, going after the thong's thin rubber band with her teeth, working diligently despite the difficult challenge.

Removing the first one from around her companion’s marble-like buttock was hell, making her grunt with frustration. Rubbing her face against that work of art, feeling its smooth skin caressing her cheek, feeling with all her senses the proximity to her most intimate parts without being able to fully surrender to them yet: every stimulus made her even more crazed with lust.

Cassandra was merciful and helped by pulling off the first leg herself while Azuki held the elastic taut, but then she closed her thighs, silently forcing her to remove the thong from the other leg for its entire length, to the point she had to fight with the Louboutin heel to get it off.

When the mission was accomplished, Cassie could finally look upon her masterpiece: Azuki was on all fours in front of her, her panties between her teeth like a trophy she refused to part with, her eyes sparkling and her breath short with desire. To tell the truth, more than a bitch, she felt like she had turned her into a she-wolf… and a seriously hungry one at that.

And she liked that a lot, to the point that, still with that satisfied smile, she was very happy to reward her predator by spreading her thighs again, showing herself completely defenseless before her.

Now wound up like a spring, Azuki just allowed herself the theatrics of tossing away the thong with a flick of her head, and then she lunged forward and claimed her coveted prize.

The moment her lover’s tongue touched her sex sent a devastating electric shock down Cassandra’s spine, but that was just the beginning. The vast experience Azuki had in unleashing others’ pleasure, combined with the hunger that had built up inside her, hit Cassandra with such force that it made it impossible for her to maintain the composure her role should have imposed on her. She could barely hold on when she felt the other’s tongue rummaging between her lips to taste the intimacy that had been cruelly denied her, but when she felt it rise and stimulate one of her most sensitive spots, her head snapped back and her back arched, while her right hand, which still held the cigarette between her fingers, gripped her companion’s head, pressing it onto her sex.

Miraculously, she stifled the scream of pleasure that burst from her throat and thanked Azuki’s fervor, which made her totally unaware of anything but what her lips were delving into, thus preventing her from seeing Cassandra’s face distorted in that silent howl and her eyes wide with ecstatic pleasure.

But the relief was short-lived because soon her mind turned against her too, focusing her attention not only on the pleasure but also on who was giving it to her. Knowing that her mistress was right there, between her thighs, enjoying her taste, her smell, with the same fervor as a castaway savors their first meal after being rescued, was an ecstasy even greater than what Azuki’s mouth was already giving her.

With each stroke of the tongue, that thought multiplied the pleasure, and it took very little for her body to betray her, responding to her lover’s caresses with increasingly determined spasms of pleasure.

Finally, her attempts to resist the premature and devastating orgasm that was building up inside her became truly detrimental, because with every languid moan turned into a hoarse growl, she felt the strength of the wave of pleasure that would overwhelm her when the dam inevitably broke growing alarmingly.

However, even though she was completely immersed in her lover’s sex to flood her senses with the scent and taste of the other, Azuki was perfectly attuned to her pleasure as well, aware of every spasm, every irregularity in her breath in order to direct her tongue to the most stimulating, most vulnerable points, and to dose the rhythm and intensity of her strokes so that she could speed up Cassandra’s race towards her orgasm at an alarming rate.

Contrary to what the other thought, therefore, Azuki felt very vividly the approach of the collapse of the dam that Cassie had worked so hard to build, and her lover’s resistance only made her more aggressive and determined in her intent to push her beyond the limit to see her fall.

The challenge, of course, quickly brought out Azuki’s sadistic side, which, from submissive slave, quickly returned to being a demanding mistress who was beginning to find her servant’s stubbornness (in not yielding to the orgasm she wanted to generously give her) annoying.

So she decided it was time to teach her a lesson, even if it meant “cheating” a little.

Without interrupting her frenzied assault on Cassandra’s clitoris, Azuki changed the shape of her tongue, making it long and forked like that of a snake, but at the same time thick and muscular like that of an okapi.

The transformation took no more than a fraction of a second; then, without any warning, Azuki changed target, plunging her tongue into her lover’s sex, taking care to hit all the most sensitive erogenous zones she knew perfectly well as she penetrated her forcefully.

The diabolical tongue only stopped its race when it crashed against Cassandra’s cervix, only to immediately resume the erotic torture using the forked tips to sensuously caress the extremely sensitive surrounding area while the snake-like part writhed wildly behind it, bombarding the neck of the uterus with stimuli too strong to resist.

“Putaaaain!!!” Cassie screamed, caught completely off guard by the change in approach and overwhelmed by the pleasure that that brutal treatment forced her to feel.

Her head snapped back, her eyes wide and distorted by the sensory overload.

As her throat ran out of air to scream, her mouth remained open in an attempt to catch her breath, choking the scream into an orgasmic moan before closing her eyes and clenching her teeth as if to resist the overwhelming pleasure.

Cassie grabbed Azuki’s head with both hands, burying her face deep in the thick and wet raven fur in order to press her clit, left unattended mid-flow, against her lips.

She pulled her close so hard that her body clenched in on itself, curling up on her lover with an animalistic growl that foreshadowed her climax.

Now too excited, Cassandra gave in to instinct, literally using Azuki’s face to masturbate her clit, rudely humping her face, with her companion’s tongue still crazily swirling in her cunt, making the orgasm even more obscene.

“I’m coming, you retarded cumslut!! Baise ma chatte avec ta bouche!! Je vais jouir!!” She obscenely shouted as Azuki had taught her to do to excite her even more.

That was the last coherent act she had the strength for; then the orgasmic wave crashed down on her, transfiguring her.

The muscles of her back tensed again, first throwing her supine on the bed and then arching her even further. Her mouth took one last breath before closing and holding it for dear life, reproducing a hoarse and almost desperate moan modulated on the waves of pleasure that were overwhelming her. Elegance and sinuousness did not save her legs from exhibiting an equally disordered behavior, trembling messily as if possessed by a demon.

At the height of pleasure, Cassandra’s sex could no longer contain the pleasure and began to squirt her secretions abundantly directly onto her lover’s face and into her mouth, which, for her part, welcomed them with infinite satisfaction as a reward for her devoted effort.

Only the hands and arms remained where they were, holding Azuki’s head in place as if it were the anchor that prevented her from leaving this world.

When the apnea ended, her body fell back onto the mattress, the tension completely released, the muscles completely devoid of strength, the breath exhaled in long sighs that reproduced the sound of languid and satisfied vowels.

Azuki’s tongue slid out slowly with a delicate spiral movement, designed both to prolong her lover’s pleasure and to savor the orgasm that excited her so much. When she had freed it, however, her mouth remained between Cassandra’s thighs, exchanging that depraved invasion with some tender kisses, covering the other’s sex, paying particular attention to the large lips still completely moist with fluids.

The sweet affection drew Cassandra back to reality until she found the strength to finally lift her head to give her mistress a look full of gratitude and love.

To her great dismay, however, when she met Azuki’s eyes, she did not find the same look gazing back at her. Despite the tenderness her companion’s lips exuded, in fact, the expression on her face was still full of lust… and hunger.

In response to her surprised expression, the other didn't utter a word, but, without taking her eyes off her, she delved even deeper into the black fur and resumed licking the large labia with her (now human) tongue.

"Chérie?" Cassie asked, her voice tainted with considerable concern. "Can... Can we take a break? You really sent me over the edge. I don't know if I can take another..."

But the only response she got was Azuki's tongue giving a deeper lick, gathering her abundant juices and traveling up to her still swollen and sensitive clitoris. The caress, although delicate and lubricated, found her still completely vulnerable and caused her an involuntary spasm halfway between pleasure and pain.

"Mon Amour?!" She tried again, now clearly nervous, to the point of trying to push her companion's head away from her sex.

The only result was feeling Azuki's hands grabbing her thighs to completely immerse herself in her scent and taste, with so much force that Cassie clearly perceived the impossibility of prying her off.

"Chérie, je t'en prie... wait. Why don't we switch? I really need to feel your cock fucking my mouth and your hot cum sliding down my throat," she almost pleaded, playing the card of the foul-mouthed and nymphomaniac slut to distract her lover.

The tactic seemed to work because Azuki's tongue retreated, giving relief to Cassandra's hypersensitive intimacies. But nothing changed in her mistress's stern and determined gaze, which did little to calm her labored breathing.

Now that the climax of their intrigue had passed, Cassie began to think that she had perhaps overdone it by pushing the seduction game so far. While the excitement rose, it was beautiful to see her so captivated by her moves, to see her go crazy with desire with every drag she took from the cigarette, only to then counter with a penetrating look while pulling the reins to keep her in check. But now that the time had come to reap the rewards of her efforts, she began to think that she had sown too well.

Cassandra knew very well how bottomless Azuki's lust was, and now that her mind was illuminated by post-orgasmic clarity, voluntarily putting herself on the path of that unstoppable train no longer seemed like such a brilliant idea.

Her only hope lay in the compassion that her loving Mistress might have for her reckless gesture, turning a blind eye to what had ultimately been an excess of zeal in the sincere attempt to serve her better.

All this longing materialized in a submissive and remorseful expression that Cassie directed at her Mistress, trying to make her eyes as teary as those of a baby deer, silently begging to be spared from the consequences of her reckless seduction.

From the raven nest in which she still had her face buried, Azuki observed her lover's attempt to use her wiles to convince her to give up the luxurious feast that she had been promised, returning her gaze with a stern and inquisitive one.

And finally, she responded to that plea by issuing her unwavering sentence without moving her mouth from her sensitive and exciting prize:

"Time to cum, Slut!" she promised hoarsely before diving back into her slave's sex.

"Non non non non... NON!!" Cassandra squeaked in one last desperate, yet futile, attempt to stop Azuki while she completely ignored her, feasting voraciously on her pussy, inhaling deeply the hot smell of sex with which the thick black fur was superbly imbued.

[...]

"Mmmmmm..." Azuki moaned in satisfaction as she felt Cassandra's pussy flood her mouth with the last in a long series of squirts, letting it splash directly onto her tongue. Only after waiting for a moment to make sure she had savored every last drop of her prey's pleasure did Azuki part her full lips from her companion's pubic area. She lingered a bit longer to take a few clumps of the wet and thick black hair between them, nibbling on them and finally cleaning them up by rummaging through them with the tip of her tongue, but this time, she had the mercy to avoid Cassandra's already battered erogenous zones.

Satisfied, she rose to her knees, towering over the still trembling body of her fiancée; with a truly rough but at the same time indispensable gesture, she wiped her lips on her forearm, running them along its entire length in an attempt to clean herself up.

"...Aaaaand seven it is. Now you know what happens when you tease me too well, right, Slut?"

No response came from the other still gasping mouth. "What do you say, my little French pissmop?" Azuki further urged, gloating triumphantly.

Cassandra turned her head toward her, not without effort, and reopened her dreamy, cloudy eyes from the languid aftermath of multiple orgasms.

"Thank you, thank you very much, my Love. You really made me squirt like a horny little bitch. My pussy will remember this lesson for a long time." The declaration of submission was obviously part of the ritual for which she had constantly perfected herself, but its real strength lay in being sincere, down to the core. Only the theatricality of the gesture was a bit artificial, enough to be, indeed, an obvious act of submission.

And true was the rapture that never died within both of them, so much so that Cassandra overcame her exhaustion by reaching out her right hand to the other's face, unable to contain another raunchy request.

"Come and kiss me, Chérie; I want to taste how you made me come."

Proud of how much of a slut her girlfriend was, Azuki leaned over her, enveloping herself in a loving embrace that provided the backdrop for the filthy, pussy-flavored French kiss to which the two immediately surrendered. This time Azuki could let her lover work as she felt the desire to savor her own orgasms by slipping her tongue into her mouth, trying to wrap and caress her tongue as if she wanted to thank her for the pleasure she had just given her.

The mistress's attention went thus to her right hand, which seized Cassandra's supple breast and began to arrogantly fondle it, making the half-French girl even more aggressive in her kissing.

It was therefore not strange that neither of them paid attention to Azuki's communicator, which had started vibrating shortly after the beginning of their kiss. And neither of them paid any attention even when Cassandra decided to detach herself for a moment, just to say:

"You made me sweat like a sow" before bringing her hands behind her head and displaying her armpits as a sacrificial offering to her wonderful tormentor.

"You stink like shit, you filthy slut. You know that you make my dick rock hard doing like this, right?" Azuki asked, kneeling over her and starting to fiddle with the buttons of her jeans. "You know that now I have to fuck that slutty pussy of yours until I wear my cock out, right?" And saying this, she finished unbuttoning her pants, revealing her sex, also covered by a thick bush.

Azuki shoved unceremoniously her hand into her pants, pulling out a slab of meat almost one-foot-long and thick as a can, perfectly straight and tense, so much so that it was impossible not to picture it as a rod of rulership. Besides, on her playmate-like physique, it looked even more imposing, but the care she had put into shaping her phallus was such that it still seemed harmonious in its disproportion.

With a voluptuous caress, Azuki began sliding her hand up and down her meat-rod, mesmerizing her exhausted lover; Cassandra’s glassy eyes trailed down her girlfriend’s curvaceous body until they reached her engorged cock, which was throbbing in anticipation, ready to dish out pain and pleasure at the same time.

Her gaze glued to that massive erection, she couldn’t look away, bewitched by the disturbing yet vulgar demonstration of lust Azuki had for her.

In the contemplative silence, finally Azuki's communicator had its revenge: vibrating once again, it transmitted its shock to the mattress, amplifying it enough to rise to prominence in the lack of ambient noise.

Nevertheless, the first three vibrations were, though clearly heard, openly ignored by both, but they had the power to divert Cassandra's gaze from her companion's sex to investigate her face, searching for her mistress's intention regarding such blatant and inappropriate intrusion.

But Azuki's eyes hadn't changed a bit: still sharp in their cunning and sweetly sadistic gaze that anticipated the imminent torture, so much so that Cassie thought, for some strange reason, the sound of the communicator hadn't reached her.

On the fourth ring, the half-French girl finally turned towards the electronic device, and then she had proof of how wrong she was: grabbing her dick by the base, Azuki struck her with it on her pelvis, repeatedly slapping her clitoris with the head, forcing her to whimper softly like a spanked child and to give her complete attention.

“Oh no, you fucking don’t! You won’t get away this easily, my dear cumguzzling whore. Now you ARE gonna take this cock balls deep, and you’ll be thankful for it too!”

With the sound of the communicator's vibrations once again reduced to ignored background, Cassandra could only nod submissively, like a whimpering little bitch gazing at her Mistress, who, for her part, widened her satisfied smirk and continued with the program.

"Lift your thighs and spread your cunt." Obediently, Cassie gathered her legs, bringing her knees alongside her supple breasts, and then she dipped her slender fingers into her pubic hair, parting her large, still-dripping lips, offering herself completely defenseless to her tormentor.

But even this didn't satisfy Azuki's perversion, who enjoyed so much that sadistic game of humiliation and submission.
“Well done, my little fucktoy. Now go ahead and give me a sweet Love Sign and beg me all sweet and tenderly to plow your stupid slut-hole like the useless cockteaser you are."

That order made even a devoted slave like Cassandra shudder, but, even if she did sigh profusely, mortally embarrassed and humbled by the authentic shame she was feeling, she carried out the order nonetheless.

Her fingers left her pussy lips to connect thumb with thumb and index with index, framing the entrance of her cunt with a heart-shaped symbol.

She felt so stupid. Groveling before her Mistress like a slave was the most intense pleasure for her… But that was not the pose a humble servant would assume; that belonged to a retarded little skank: not even a schoolgirl on her first time would go that low.

And that was exactly why Azuki ordered her so.

And that was not all:

“Oh, Love of my Life, can you please, please use my useless cockteasing slut-hole to jerk off your amazing bitch-breaking cock so that you can cum inside my warm and wet baby-room and fill it with your smelly ball-juice?”

She blurted out, unable to prevent the request from taking on a whiny tone due to her overwhelming embarrassment.

What a total bitch her Mistress could be...

She loved her for the innate ability to know how to care for people's wounded hearts, to instinctively know what to do to bring joy back to a faded smile, but God, how dangerous she was when she used that intuition to get obedience in sexual games.

Azuki had pissed in her mouth countless times; she had her ordering at so many fast-food counters with her face literally plastered with cum, and she had assfucked her in many more diner parking lots while crowds of truckers watched them, calling her the dirtiest names… and she had liked it.

And she had been proud of herself, of what a shameless slut she was.

And in that depraved pride, Azuki had found the way to dominate and demean her even more.

Everyone has a punishment that scares him the most, and her Mistress was able to pinpoint it with surgical precision.

And to her, a refined lover well-versed in every form of entertainment and lovemaking, being forced to show passion like a retarded, run-down high-school fuck was the ultimate humiliation.

Cassandra cursed her stupid cunt for betraying her by making her clit stiffen itself, showing how much she loved being put in her place in such a cruel way.

Of course, Azuki noticed it, reveling in such a sight and leaving the task of throwing salt on the wound to her smirk without needing to utter a word.

"Very well," she simply said before stretching out over her, placing a hand beside Cassandra's face for support while the other directed the shaft towards her pussy to penetrate her. "Since you insist..."

Cassie was in love. In love and ecstatic at how her Reason for Living always managed to make each sexual encounter unique and unrepeatable, no matter how unplanned or improvised.

Now, of course, she was afraid. Afraid she wouldn't endure the mating Azuki was about to subject her to. Afraid she wouldn't measure up to that Sex Goddess who had granted her the grace to serve her.

But deep down, her heart was warmed up ‘cause she knew the Goddess would guide her once again into another stellar fuck from which she would emerge exhausted but satisfied well beyond what a mortal being was allowed to.

Azuki locked their gazes, immersing herself in all the passion that brightened her slave's eyes, drawing strength from it just as a deity gathers power from the prayers of the faithful.

Even the communicator stopped vibrating, perhaps resigning itself to the impossibility of meddling in their relationship, so pure and depraved at the same time.

Finally, Azuki's glans rested against Cassandra's large, wet, and hot pussy lips, parted in the throbbing anticipation of their Mistress, ready to envelop her in a torrid and lustful embrace.

"ATTENTION PLEASE, TRAINING OFFICER KURENAI MUST CONTACT CONTROL CENTER IMMEDIATELY! I REPEAT: TRAINING OFFICER KURENAI MUST IMMEDIATELY CONTACT THE CONTROL CENTER! THIS REQUEST TAKES TOP PRIORITY! I REPEAT:..."

The emergency broadcast exploded from all the speakers in the room and probably from those throughout the orbital station, the volume at maximum, the urgent tone stripping away the poetry from that otherwise magical moment.

Both lovers widened their eyes simultaneously, paralyzed like two deer caught in the headlights. Quickly, however, their expressions changed in opposite directions; Azuki's filled rapidly with anger, while Cassandra's shifted to panic as she watched all her efforts to take away her Love from the nightmare that started that peculiar evening crumble before her eyes.

"Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me?!" Azuki growled darkly, addressing an imaginary caller on the other end of the intercom as she rose to her knees, her member still fully erect.

Worried, Cassandra lowered her legs and propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze fixed on the speaker in anxious anticipation. But as soon as her companion noticed, she lashed out with another stroke of her cock against her clit and the phrase:

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? Stay down, slut, I'm not done with you yet!"

So very obedient, Cassandra found solace in that command and let herself fall back supine again, not calm, but at least soothed by her lover's dominant attitude.

"Ma Cazzo di Merda Fottuto!!" Azuki cursed in Italian, then, clearly supremely annoyed, she brought her multicolored hair to life and used it like tentacles to retrieve the earpiece from the bedside table, placing it in her ear and simultaneously initiating the call on the communicator.

As soon as the line was established, Azuki's anger took over and immediately exploded.

"What the fuck is going on?!!"

"Good evening, Miss Kurenai..." a female voice on the other end tried to formally reply.

"Don’t you fuckin’ dare good-evening me! What the hell is this fucking bullshit?!! What the fuck is going on?! And tell that idiot on the intercom to shut the fuck up; she's pissing me off!!"

There was a moment of silence in response to her outburst, soon followed by the interruption of the announcement, which stopped abruptly.

"About damn time!" Azuki spat out, visibly nervous. "Now, tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"Miss Kurenai, your presence is urgently required on Training Deck 12." The other replied, trying to maintain the most professional tone possible in the face of that barrage of curses.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! I literally ended my shift minutes ago!!" She yelled, unable to resist her frustration, getting off the bed and walking up to the middle of the room as if she could physically get her hands on the other person there.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kurenai, but there's been an emergency involving the recruit with Codename “Blast Furnace”. The Roster indicates he's under your responsibility and..."

"Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck happened again?! And why isn't anyone else available to deal with this?! He's under my responsibility while I'm on duty! When I'm off, you should contact MY Supervisor!! Why the fuck didn't you call her?! Rather than disturbing her, you prefer bothering me during the only break I have?!"

"Your supervisor is currently unavailable."

"What?! Then what’s the fucking use of having a supervisor if she’s not available?! And where the fuck did Her Majesty go this time?!"

"Lady Sigrid..." The operator emphasized, doing her best to ignore Azuki's passive-aggressive demeanor, "...is currently engaged in an international peacekeeping mission. I'm not allowed to contact her as she requested radio silence."

"What a surprise! Ok then, go ahead!" She urged her with a vexed tone, “Enlighten me on why you need me so badly!”

"The recruit has caused a malfunction in his equipment, and now this fault poses a threat to him and his teammates."

"A... A malfunction?! You're calling me for a malfunction in..."

"The recruit somehow deactivated his suit's containment field, and now his pyrokinetic powers are out of control." The other interrupted her before another barrage of profanities could engulf her.

It worked. The synthetic description choked the growl in Azuki's throat, and even though she couldn't suppress her anger, she immediately recognized the severity of the situation.

Beautiful even while gritting her teeth, Azuki's face twisted in a frustrated grimace; her right hand ran through her hair, pushing it back in a nervous gesture that served to measure the silence that settled on the call.

"Shit, shit, Shit!" Azuki's voice finally intoned, realizing she couldn't deny the state of emergency. "Motherfuckin’ son of a bitch!" She cursed wantonly. "Alright, alright! Evacuate Training Decks 10 through 14 and recall any response teams deployed: they'll just end up getting incinerated, fucking shit!"

"Understood! I'll also alert the infirmary to prepare treatments for severe burns." The operator confirmed, relieved to have obtained her cooperation.

"Yeah, like that would do any fucking good!" Azuki immediately dampened her enthusiasm. "If I can't contain the situation, the only thing you'll have to alert is the structural engineering team to seal off the level after half of it will be reduced to ashes!"

"U... Understood!" the other confirmed, swallowing heavily when she realized it was her who had underestimated the severity of the situation.

On the bed, Cassandra had disobeyed her command and again propped herself up on her elbows, watching her Love rant on the phone. Resigned to the situation going full circle, she witnessed the rather unusual closure of the official communication.

"Eh, sì, 'stocazzo!" Azuki exclaimed again in Italian before disconnecting without being able to appreciate the absolute bewilderment she had caused the operator.

In a nervous gesture, Azuki's tentacle-like hair fished her e-cigarette from between her breasts and brought it to her lips after lighting it. Azuki took a long drag, then exhaled exasperatedly as she gathered her strength to face yet another emergency.

"Chérie?" Cassie tried timidly, aware of her partner's frustration.

"I have to go," Azuki said bluntly. "Come here." The voice, now almost flat, gave the request a clear sense of urgency.

Cassandra hurried to obey, quickly getting out of bed to reach her Mistress with light but brisk steps, tiptoeing like a ballerina executing the pas couru before leaping. However, her gracefulness wasn't reciprocated. As soon as she was within reach, Azuki's free hand grabbed her by the base of her ponytail, pulling her to her knees right at the level of Azuki's member, which, despite the outburst, was still engorged.

Even though Cassandra had undergone extensive training, she was still taken aback by this sudden gesture, finding Azuki's cock attempting to force her lips open, which remained partially closed.

Obviously, immediately complying with the explicit but unspoken request, Cassandra opened her mouth without protesting. However, the urgency of the situation was such that she still felt her Mistress using the head as a lever to force her to take the entire shaft in her mouth.

In less than a second, Cassandra’s nose was pressed in Azuki’s pubic hair, while she parked her rod deep inside her throat and took another drag from the vape without even looking at her.

What followed could only be described as a “Textbook Facefuck”, with Azuki’s hand imparting a very fast pace to the blowjob, banging her slave’s mouth rudely and without any concern for her, in the clear attempt to vent all of her frustration in that degrading oral intercourse.

Azuki forced herself to climax very quickly, magnifying her lust with the feeling of abusing her lover in such a nasty way and the total obedience the other showed.

She took the span of two long drags from the e-cigarette before nutting down her partner’s throat while pressing her face in her belly.

It was a high-strung cumshot, disguised by the haughty and apathetic attitude Azuki kept, still smoking while, spurt after spurt, she flooded her girlfriend's mouth with her semen, soon filling her belly with one of her huge, smelly, and rich-flavored loads.

After shooting the last thick ropes down her throat, Azuki loosened her grip a bit and pulled Cassie’s face from her crotch, drawing out her still hard cock from her mouth, pulling strings of spit and semen from that trickled from her lips.

In total worship, Cassandra let her mistress finish digging out her member from her orifice before looking up adoringly, her makeup completely ruined, and just telling her a heartfelt “Thank you…”

Now that her anger had at least a little subsided and she was beginning to regain her composure, Azuki's eyes had a moment of hesitation when they met those of her slave.

"Mon Amour, I wouldn't even think of letting you go with blue balls. You were amazing: I came without even touching myself." She preempted her, smiling while remaining crouched at her feet in a sign of total submission.

Azuki accepted that absolution, returning to her cold resolve, postponing her gratitude for a moment when she could reciprocate with all of herself. Without breaking eye contact with her beloved, she focused for a moment, transforming her casual clothes into the League combat uniform. Then she lightly caressed Cassie's cheek and took another drag from her cigarette.

"Go open up Los Angeles and find the sluts. I'll wrap this shit up, chug a couple of beers, and then I'll get to the pool and give all of you a good dicking." She concluded, doing her best to appear calm and confident.

In return, Cassandra pretended to believe the facade of confidence and nodded with the sincerest smile she could muster, letting Azuki finally walk away with a determined and furious stride towards her mission.