Guard Duty
It was his first assignment since he'd finished training. Some big charity concert benefiting some popular cause or another. Whatever the specifics, the organizers had decided that for such an event they needed a little extra security. As a result, half a dozen Royal Guards had been sent to make sure everything went off without a hitch.
It was still a good four hours or so till show time, and Sergeant Dusk Shield and the others would be out in the main hall, wrapping up the last few issues before the doors opened and this place filled up with close to ten thousand people. As for the rookie, he was back stage. Given the "Important" task of watching over the instruments, costumes and other such items for the show.
~Yeah...important...and mind numbingly dull.~ He thought to himself.
He'd been back here for close onto six hours, and would be back here for the duration. Until the last of the cleaning crew went home, sometime just before dawn.
~Another glorious day in the Celestial Guard...~
He adjusted his heavy, ceremonial armor, the Celestial Sun emblazoned across its chest, and made sure the tall, crested helmet was seated properly before setting out on his fourteenth walk around the back stage perimeter.
It was quiet and empty, as it had been the last thirteen times. Still, this was his duty, and he refused to show any outward sign of weariness as he proceeded on his rounds.
One thing he wasn't expecting however, was the sudden, resonant tones that picked up out of nowhere, echoing throughout the crowded space. He followed the expertly played notes around a teetering stack of prop crates, and caught sight of the player.
Long, straight raven hair spilled halfway down the back of a simple, yet elegant grey dress. He leaned against the crates, folding his arms across his chest.
~That's...Bach. Suite number one...and she's playing it perfectly.~
He waited, watching her practiced, deliberate movements and enjoying her skill. He let her finish. The last few notes were off, badly, noticeably. He cleared his throat as she finished to get her attention.
"That was very good ma'am."
She glanced over her shoulder at him, alabaster white skin tugged up at the corner of her mouth into a faint smile. A single pale violet eye twinkled with amusement.
"I was wondering when you'd speak up. Thank you, but, no, it wasn't..."
She sighed and set her instrument aside, turning to face him. Shaking her head in annoyance. "Its the Coda, always throws me off on this piece..."
"I'm sure you'll be brilliant tonight ma'am, but for now, no one is supposed to be back here yet. Security issues, you understand."
This got a smile from her, thin eyebrows arched quizzically over those amazing pale violet eyes. She walked right up to him, her head tilted back and a little to one side to look up as he towered well over a foot above her.
"Come now, do you really think I'm a security threat, Mr....?"
He took a moment to respond. "Behemoth, and not really, no. But I'm afraid I still must escort you out."
"Hmmm...its seems we're at a impasse, Mr. Behemoth. I really must perfect this piece before the show tonight." She turned away from him, walking back towards her Cello. "There is far to much riding on this performance being perfect. My entire career could well be made or lost tonight..."
He stood stoically, letting her speak.
"Perhaps there is a way we could come to an arrangement, an exchange that would let me finish my preparations."
~Did she just...no, couldn't be, that sort of thing only happens in poorly written smut stories...~
"I...don't quite follow, ma'am."
"Was I too subtle? I do that sometimes. Here, let me see if I can make myself a little more clear."
She turned back to him, her arms behind her back, and with no more fanfare then a faint *ziiiip*, her lovely grey dress slid off her shoulders and into a puddle of fabric around her feet.
"Any questions?"
She stood there before him, her ivory skin flawless in the dim light. Her only scrap of clothing a pink bow tie on a white collar. She stepped forward, agile little fingers dancing across the steel breast plate before slipping around the sides and undoing the latches that held it in place. She drew the heavy piece of steel away from him, discarding it with a dull clang.
"So, do we have a deal? You let me get some more time in with my instrument, and," she reached down, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his uniform, smiling. "I'll take some time with...your instrument."
The unexpected sensation of her thin, strong fingers rubbing along his growing erection was almost enough to blank his mind.
"That...could work..."
~Oh dear Celestia, didn't expect this...~
She came forward, pressing her body against his. Her perky little breasts and stiff, dark pink nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of his uniform. She reached up with one hand, plucking his helmet off and casting it aside as her other hand continued working his girth. Those delicate fingers brushed down along his jaw line, and quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing a chest carved by months of rigorous physical training.
"Mmmm, always loved a man in uniform...especially out of uniform..."
She trailed her pert tongue down the center of his broad chest, chasing her hand as it did away with the last button and pulled the shirt out of his belt line. She gazed down at the sizable bulge she had created with a prideful grin.
"Oh my, that must be uncomfortable, all penned up in there, time to let him out to play."
In a flash, her deft little hands had snapped his belt open and undone the button and zipper. His thick erection sprang free of its cloth prison, bobbing pendulously as it swung up past her neck, a droplet of pre cum smearing across the delicate pale skin of her chin. Behemoth couldn't quite stifle a groan as he was released.
"Oh my," with a quick flick of her tongue her chin was clean. "Mmm, certainly a larger instrument then I expected..." she laid her arm along his length, his throbbing member as thick as her wrist. "Shouldn't be anything I cant handle though."
She locked eyes with him, a predatory look on her face, both tiny hands wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly, rhythmically. She tilted it back, the head pressed against his stomach, and slowly ran her tongue from the base, all the way up the bottom of the shaft, swirling it around the fat cap.
~Oooohhh fuck...maybe this job wont be so dull after all...~
Leaning back to get a better view, he watched her stretch her lips around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. A slight frown of concentration creased her brow as she worked a few more inches of his turgid girth down her throat. As he watched, she pulled her left hand away from his dick, slipping it down between her creamy white thighs and plunging her middle and ring fingers up into her dripping sex.
"Mmmmmmffff..."
Her moan reverberated through his shaft, sending a chill racing up his spine. She came back up, his spongy head resting on her tongue as she took a few deep gulps of air. She looked into his eyes again, then drove her face downward, sinking just over half its full length into the back of her throat as her fingers picked up their pace, working her sopping cunt furiously.
Pulling him out of her throat, sucking as hard as she could. His dick came out of her skilled mouth with a resounding *POP!* As she rose from her knees, the top of her head barely reached his collar bone. Both of those deceptively strong hands wrapped around the back of his neck.
"I think that's enough of an intro, don't you?"
Without effort, she leapt up wrapping her long legs around him. His large hands reacted instictually, swooping down to cup the perfect globes of her trim ass, fingers dimpling the ivory skin. Supporting her easily with one hand he used the other to guide his cock head up against her drooling quim.
He smiled down at her, teasing her nether lips with his swollen glans. "You sure you're ready for this, wouldn't want to break you so close to show time..."
She shot him a wicked glare, those brilliant violet eyes narrowed, making them even more lovely. By way of answer she pushed down onto his waiting member, the glare dropping off her face as a cap the size of her fist thundered through her slick pussy lips.
She moaned against his chest, teeth sinking into his collar bone as her body quaked against his. Her legs tightened around his waist, ankles locked together. He held her steady, feeling her first orgasm rushing down his shaft. Her head was thrown back as she came, her hands locked around his neck and his hands gripping her firm ass.
"Mmmm...so soon little one?" He felt her convulse around him, the taut muscles of her sex squeezing, milking the few inches of cock that she had shoved her way onto so suddenly.
"Ohhh, I'm just getting started you magnificent bastard..."
She leaned back away from his chest as far as she could while keeping her hands around the back of his neck, their bodies forming a "v". She bit her lower lip with a look of determination and pushed down again, taking a few more inches of stiffness into her aching, stretched vag. Ever so slowly, the beast began rolling his hips, pulling back until her lips snapped in around the crown of his dick, the pushing back up, filling her again.
Neither of them had heard the back stage door close, but both heard the new comer speak.
"Hey 'Tavi, you back here?? Onea those guard guys said he saw you come back here an...oh."
The new arrivals voice trailed off as she came around the corner and caught sight of Behemoth and Octavia. Vibrant blue two toned hair and a large pair of purple shades topped an amazing female figure. Wearing baggy black cargo jeans and a plain, tight white tank top. The straps of a red thong riding high on her full hips. She was obviously going braless.
The three of them looked at each other expressionlessly, the silence dragging on for a few seconds before Vinyl grinned and broke the silence.
"Hell yeah 'Tavi, you always know the best ways to chill before a gig!" She walked a slow lap around the two of them, interest showing as her nipples grew hard, slightly tenting the unadorned fabric over breasts a full cup size or more larger then Octavia's. She unconsciously licked her lips at the sight before her.
Behemoth, still slowly thrusting, glanced back down to the diminutive cellist impaled on him.
"A friend of yours?"
"Mmm, my, uhn, roommate..." Octavia shot Scratch a wicked glare, its effect diminished by her moans and squeaks.
"Damn fella, you're like, seven feet tall, friggin huge!! Didn't think itty bitty Tavi could take on a monster like you."
She reached down and grabbed the base of the rod that was being used on her friend. It was slick with Octavia's juices. Casually squeezing, Vinyl was testing its firmness as if his cock were a piece of fruit. Her fingers didn't quite meet around him.
"Oh fuck yeah, that'll do. Get horizontal big guy, time for me to get this party goin right."
Any objections he might have considered died as she let go of him and stepped back, pulling the tank top off over her head, her awesome tits swaying tantalizingly as they were set loose, barbell pierced nipples standing proudly erect.
He lowered himself down onto his knees, then laid back. His eyes were glued to Vinyl, his thrusts continuing on auto pilot.
He watched as she slipped out of her jeans, the bright red of her thong stained a darker hue by her arousal. Reaching down, she ran her middle finger through the dark patch, the thin fabric pushed into the cleft between her puffy lips, tight enough to show off the ring in her clit.
"Mmmm, yeah, you like what you see bud?"
Before he could respond, or attempt too at any rate, he felt the sting of a sharp slap against his stomach.
"I'm still here too you, unnngh...bastard."
He turned to her, mouth opening to speak. It hung open, silent, as Vinyl's ass filled his vision. The red of her thong swallowed between those ample cheeks, a tattoo of two bridged eighth notes proudly displayed on her right as she sat low on his chest.
"Awww, is lil Octavia jealous? C'mere babe, we didn't forget you..."
Behemoth leaned out to get a look past the healthy expanse of ass that was now dominating his view. He watched as Vinyl wrapped a hand around the back of Octavia's neck and forcefully pull her forward. He felt the cellists pussy spasm as the two musicians lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.
~Whoa...gotta get in on this...~
He leaned up, arms wrapping around Vinyl, one trailing up, a strong hand cupping her breast, teasing the pierced nipple. The other roamed down her firm stomach, slipping over her wet panties and cupping the mound of her sex. He worked a finger up and down along her slit, his palm rubbing against her clit, at the same time he sped up his thrusts, pistoning his cock into Octavia.
The DJ and the Cellist moaned around each other tongues as the Beast satisfied them, skilled hands and cock working in unison. He stopped playing around. Strong hips and trained legs picked up the pace again, powering his erection up into Octavia as fast as he was capable, his thick cock a blur, balls slapping up against her the sound of each impact overlapping the next.
The sudden increase in tempo combined with the determined tongue invading her mouth sent the little artist over the edge. Scratch broke their kiss with a broad grin, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths as Octavia cried out, cumming again. Behemoth buried himself to the hilt in her one last time before he stopped, leaving himself balls deep inside her, relishing the way she quivered around him.
"Ohhh...ermmenhaa...oooohhh..."
Her body went limp, eyes closed, slouching over his sweat slicked body as she gasped to catch her breath. Her afterglow was quickly disturbed.
"Nice Tavi, my turn though, get up off that thing."
Scratch actually started lifting Octavia off his member in her impatience. Frowning slightly at this, the rookie pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger and flicked the ring, eliciting a sharp gasp from the DJ which faded into a long, draw out whimper.
"Patience you, I ain't goin anywhere." He reinforced his point by rolling a pierced nipple between two fingers, squeezing that tit firmly enough to have its soft flesh bulging between his fingers.
"Ohhhh fuuuuck...o...ok then...I...get ya..."
Scowling faintly, Octavia stood on shaky legs. The length of him, absolutely soaked in her juices, came out into the musty air as she rose. The head wasn't out of her for a second before Scratch surged forward, her mouth wide open, tongue actually sticking out.
As her roommate wobbled on uncertain feet, Vinyl dove down, taking him into her throat, all the way to the root in one smooth motion. She sucked and licked, her tongue dancing around his girth. He could feel the little metal ball flicking against him as she slurped, cleaning Octavia's juice off his swollen cock.
"Whooo...that was impressive..."
He laid back, letting her talented mouth do its thing. She started to work up the shaft, her hands closing around it as it emerged from her throat, gripping tightly and twisting in opposite directions. Her quick hands chasing her mouth up, and being chased back down, flattening around the base each time so she could deep throat him as she slid her body down, laying on his. She came up off him with a sucking pop, both of her hands darting up to her chest.
"C'mon big guy, no way you're gonna give me a good ride until you pop one off..."
Sliding forward, she sunk his dick between her glorious tits, her hands pushing them together, engulfing him in their soft heat.
"Come for me guard man, fill my throat with your spunk."
He groaned, eyes screwing closed as he felt his fat cap sucked back into her greedy mouth. Between her breasts and mouth, not an inch of him was left out. She was milking him, squeezing at the base and pulling up rhythmically. Her quick pierced tongue focusing on the head, flicking around, running over the smooth glans, the metal ball tickling along the ridge, the tip of that agile muscle pressing against the hole.
"Ahh fuck I'm com-hrrrrnnnnggg!!!"
Her hands came in fast as he bulged in her mouth, one wrapping tight around the base, gripping and jerking up, the other squeezing his balls, determined to drain him.
He obliged.
Cum thundered out of him, torrents of it splashing against the back of her throat, running over her tongue, her cheeks bulging from the amount of jizz pulsing into her mouth.
She gulped down every bit. Spilling not a drop. Her hands worked fast, making sure she got everything she could. After tugging out the last trickle, she pulled her mouth off of him, licking and smacking her lips noisily. Her hands kept working, making sure he didn't go soft.
"Mmm-mmm, nothin better then fresh squeezed." she glanced back over her shoulder. "That was great man, grade A stuff!"
Octavia, who had laid next to him watching, gently caressing her sore pussy, locked eyes with Behemoth for a second, nodded towards her roommate and winked. She scooted a little closer as Scratch moved up to squat over his erection, one hand pulling her soaked thong to the side, the other braced on his leg for support.
"Now it's time for the finale, with little 'Tavi wavi all wrapped up, lemme show you how its really done."
She rose up a bit to get a good drop, as she started down, a swift little alabaster hand darted out, pushing the cock up just a bit. Scratch brought herself down hard with the intent of taking him deep into her needy cunt. Thanks to the quick hands of Octavia however, the boisterous DJ took every roaring inch straight into her unsuspecting asshole.
A long, loud groan billowed out of the rookie, reverberating in the enclosed space. His head thudding into the worn floor boards. His hands gripped her waist tightly, holding her full, healthy ass firmly in place. In all of his almost two decades he had never known anything as mind meltingly amazing as this.
Smiling, eyes half lidded, Octavia stood, walking around to face Scratch. Her mouth was hanging open, slack jawed at the unexpected rear entry. At her other end the Beast shifted up to his knees, the throbbing cock deep in her rear bringing her up onto her hands and knees. Her voice returning with a whimper.
"Mmmmppphh...aaaah...my ass...damn you, not, aaahhh, never, mmmm, took anything, hnng..."
"Heh, and on that note..."
He pulled back fast, she was so tight it actually took effort to draw back until just his cockhead was still enshrined between those glorious cheeks. She moaned as the sensation of fullness faded...only to cry out loudly as it returned. He slammed every throbbing inch into the vise of her rear with a single thrust, his pendulous sack slapping up against her. He could feel the clit ring as his balls slapped up against it.
There was no gradual build, no letting her adapt. He'd had enough of being gentle or subtle. Now was the time for a good old fashioned, 'gonna be walking funny after this' fucking.
After the first few thrusts her arms gave out and her front half collapsed. Glasses pushed up exposing brilliant red eyes, one cheek and both gorgeous breasts shoved against the cool planks. Round, firm ass sticking up, being pounded mercilessly. The ivory cheeks rippling, turning a rosy pink from the nonstop impacts.
Vinyl moaned through gritted teeth. In a life devoted to excess, this was something she hadn't felt before. The speed, the power the...sheer animalistic fury in the way he fucked her. The pain from her abused ass heightened her pleasure, a freight train of an orgasm was roaring down on her already.
"Ohhh fuck...tight...so tight..."
Behemoth had fallen into a rhythm, a full force thrust each second, like clockwork. A bolt of ecstasy tingling through him every time his hips met her ass.
Octavia stood over the prostate form of Scratch, fingering herself in time to the thrusts filling her friend and lover. As she felt herself building towards climax, she dropped to her knees, one shapely pale thigh to each side of the shock of multitoned blue.
A tiny, strong hand slipped under Scratch's chin, lifting it off the floor. The two musicians eyes met, the storm of pleasure and pain in Scratch's eyes turning Octavia on even more. They shared a faint smile...right before Octavia pulled Scratch's face forcefully into her steamy crotch.
This was nothing new to Vinyl, and she set to work immediately, her experienced mouth and tongue knowing just the right tune to drum out against 'Tavis swollen sex. After years together, she knew just how to make her little cellist sing. The smell and taste of the diminutive musician pushed her right to the edge.
Octavia threw her head back in bliss, straight raven black hair cascading almost to the floor. Her hands tightly gripping Vinyls scalp, and she could feel every one of Behemoths thrusts as it shoved the aspiring DJ's face harder between her milky thighs.
The rookies powerful thrusts became erratic as a second orgasm came overtook him. He roared in release and pulled out of Scratch's stretched ass, his heavy cock slapping down between those rosy red cheeks as he came. The first shot sailed over the mess of blue and splashed against Octavia's stomach, the shock of liquid heat pushing her into her third orgasm. As she felt Behemoths cum spray all up her back, and Octavia's warmth splash across her tongue and face, Vinyl came as well, her flat stomach knotting from the force of the waves of orgasm crashing over her.
Gasping for breath, the three collapsed into a heap of flesh. Behemoth looked to his right, at the blushed, panting form of Vinyl Scratch pillowed against his shoulder. To his left, Octavia curled against him, her perfect, lovely face framed by a mane of hair so black highlights of blue glimmered in the faint light. Slowly, a faint smile of pure satisfaction spread across his face.
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna like this job..."