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"A-are you sure about this Baiken? I mean you know better than anyone that I love trying new things, but I've never seen you this forward before." A black-haired man spat in surprise, as well as a little bit of arousal as he got on all fours.

"What? I thought you wanted me to be more forward with what I wanted. And what I want is to eat your effin' ass!" The inebriated pinkish-haired woman retorted, watching in pleasure as her boyfriend got himself onto all fours, despite his protests.

Anji was in love with Baiken if it wasn't obvious enough. But despite the two being the last few speakers of the Japanese language, their communication skills were a particular sore spot in their relationship. Baiken had always been a reclusive woman. Between long nights of drinking sake alone and wandering the world looking for revenge against a man who she wasn't even sure existed for the longest time. she's not had the time to hone her social skills. This was unfortunate for both of them as recently they came across an awkward realization. The two had been dating for a good few months now and they haven't laid together once. Despite Anji's open, and borderline obsessive love for Baiken, he had never been able to properly get the message across that the two of them could explore their love more physically. The closest they came was a few times whenever they had been many bottles deep into sake and sloppily making out. But usually either one of them passed out before they even had the chance to see each other bare. It wasn't like they were both virgins either. Anji and Chipp had a clear casual relationship for a while, and Baiken... Well, Baiken's virginity had never been brought up in conversation between the two before, even though Anji was starting to get an inkling that she might've been a bit more experienced than he once thought, based on her clear preferences of intimacy in bed.

Anji wasn't even sure what prompted her to be so forward today. He commented how he wanted Baiken to be a bit more forward with her intentions a few days ago, but even now this was a lot further than he had in mind. One minute they were enjoying some sake together, albeit Baiken a lot more than Anji. The next Anji was completely nude. His big, muscular ass pointed in the air towards Baiken as his drunk girlfriend leered at him in a sexually charged manner that Anji didn't even know Baiken could express.

"Heh. Now that's what I like to see, butterfly boy." Baiken said in the most salacious voice Anji had ever heard from her. Right now she was taking in the entire beauty of Anji's naked frame from behind. His black hair looked incredibly pretty from behind, especially with his blue bandana discarded to the side of the bed. Going downwards, Baiken licked her lips at the sight of Anji's glorious upper body. Tight back muscles framed by thick, wide shoulders stretched and flexed as Anji attempted to get in the most comfortable position possible, having not been used to being in such an embarrassing position before. Below his impressive back muscles, was the magnum opus of Anji's beefy body. That being his thick, voluptuous ass. One never would've guessed that Anji was so caked up if you took a look at him in his normal outfit. Despite his upper body being incredibly beefy, with muscles bulging out of every last inch of his trained torso, Anji never really showed off his lower half. Usually, he opted to keep it covered with a loose-fitting black and blue Hakama that allowed him to be especially mobile while fighting. But now that he was exposed like this, most people would be jealous of just how thick his lower body was. Two massive tanned cheeks jutted out of his ass a good few feet, thick orbs practically the size of globes that wobbled with every slight movement that Anji made. However, even though they looked soft and pliable, strong muscles existed underneath the layer of fat that coated the outside of his ass, giving it a rounded shape that only made it appear even larger. Not only that but they were attached to a wide set of hips that made Anji look motherly, hips that'd be more suited to a woman who'd have given birth many times at this point. While Anji had kept his body mostly shaved and trimmed, his asshole was somewhat hairy. Short black strands of hair poked out from his ass crack that only made Baiken's appetite for ass even greater, and eventually, she couldn't handle herself anymore.

She approached the yielding raven-haired boy below with a sexy saunter, teasing him as she dropped her kimono, revealing that, besides the wrapped bandage on her amputated right arm and the eyepatch adorned on her missing left eye, she was wearing nothing. No panties, no bra, just pure woman. Large voluptuous breasts the size of basketballs swayed wildly with every drunken sauntered step that Baiken took toward her exposed boyfriend. Thick abs filled with muscle and fat folded themselves together; sweat dripped from her underboobs down into the intense crop of pinkish-reddish hair surrounding her pussy, her wide hips swaying back and forth wildly as she dropped herself low, getting face to face with Anji's thick, juicy ass.

"I... I'm not sure about this Bai-" Anji's anxiety was cut off with a loud *SMACK.* Baiken using her one good hand to deliver a hearty strike directly to Anji's left ass cheek, a red mark quickly forming on the impact site. Anji winced in pain. He thought he had a good pain tolerance, but today he found out that he had a sensitive ass.

"Mhmmm. You've been hiding all this ass from me this whole time Anji?" Baiken snickered to herself before raising her hand and delivering another hearty *SMACK.* to his left ass cheek, causing Anji to shiver in a mix of pain and pleasure. His exposed cock twitching as it slowly rose to full mast beneath him. Anji stifled a mix of a moan and a shout, biting his lip in vain as an embarrassing high-pitched whimper escaped his mouth. This whimper didn't escape Baiken at all, who's face distorted into a perverted grin as she used her good hand to grab a handful of Anji's tender ass cheek, shaking the ass meat before spreading him wide open, taking in a good view at Anji's ass crack. A small, brownish hole was placed directly in the center of Anji's ass, obviously a virgin hole as it winked at her. Around it was a mix of short hair and sweat that cascaded down from Anji's muscular back, making his potent musk even more intense as Baiken stuffed her nose directly into his crack.

"Mmmmmfgh. This is what I've been missing out on..." Baiken's moans were muffled by Anji's thick booty. Anji slowly started to relax as the pain from the spanking was slowly simmering into a subtle pleasure. Anji couldn't help but bite his lip in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as a new kink had been awakened in him. His cock twitched wildly, his two baseball-sized nuts clenched as it churned up from the intense sniffing that was going on in his rear end. Baiken used her one good hand to reach underneath him and stroke his uncut cock, his foreskin gliding up and down easily with just how slick it was with precum. Baiken's hand job paled in comparison to the pleasure being generated from her ass-eating skills. She lolled her tongue out, teasing the rim of Anji's hole before shooting a glob of spit directly in the center of his asshole. She spread it around, making sure to spit out any loose pubic hair that ended up in her mouth before she dived her tongue deep into Anji's ass!

Anji moaned as he couldn't hold it back any longer. The uncharacteristic moan even surprised the drunk Baiken as she took that as a sign to go even deeper. She slowly but surely extended her entire tongue in Anji's ass, all four inches of the pink muscle lodged inside the asshole. Baiken's eyes rolled back as the pleasure generated from the coppery taste of Anji's ass combined with the thick musky smell made her hairy pussy wet with arousal. Dropping her handjob as she instinctively started to rub her pussy, her clitoris throbbing with arousal. Anji writhed in pleasure as well, his hips bucking from the sheer intense pleasure of Baiken's deep rimming, his entire asshole felt like it was getting the most pleasurable massage of its life. Baiken moved her tongue from left to right, from right to left, making sure to get every last bit of his asshole cleaned while she was also looking for his sweet spot. All of a sudden, she found it, and Anji couldn't have made it any more obvious.

Anji screamed out in pleasure as Baiken's tongue put just the slightest bit of pressure on his prostate. Baiken would've smirked if she wasn't deep in Anji's asshole right now, instead deciding to put even more pressure on his prostate. Her strong tongue pressed as hard as it could against the hard organ, pleasure coursing through Anji's body as he moaned excessively, his entire body shaking uncontrollably while he gripped the bedsheets as hard as he could. His toes curled, his back arched and all that could be heard was "YESSSSSSS" as the pleasure became too much for him. His heavy balls clenched over and over before a thick white rope of cum shot of his twitching cock. String after string of hot sticky cum shot itself onto the bedsheets as Anji had the hardest orgasm of his life, all of his anxiety and fears from this experimentation were wiped away, an addiction to getting his ass tongue fucked slowly developed in his pleasure-seeking brain. Anji arched his back to the point that it was practically a bow, reaching one of his thick muscular arms back and grabbing a hold of Baiken's wild pink hair, and shoving her as deep as possible into his asshole. Pleasure controlled Anji, his cock still shooting ropes even after a full minute of pure orgasmic bliss. Baiken was more than happy to comply with Anji's insatiable demands, her tongue exploring every last inch of Anji's deep asshole as her pussy shot out its cum, her entire lower body spasming as she struggled to keep herself in a squatting position, pleasure racking her brain as well as her face distorted into one of an ass-addicted rimjob slut.

Anji's orgasm slowly began to fade, and so did Baiken's as Anji let go of Baiken's pinkish hair. Anji's upper body collapsed onto the bed as he couldn't stop twitching with pleasure while Baiken dropped her squatting pose, completely unable to stay up any longer as she removed her tongue from Anji's ass with a loud *POP*. Anji's asshole looked a lot less tight now that Baiken had broken it in, it winked wildly as spit and sweat slowly dripped from out of his ass crack and onto the bedsheets. The two Japanese lovers breathed heavily as they slowly recouped themselves from the intense lovemaking session that they had just done, both of them finding new pleasures in life as well as a deeper understanding of their relationship.

"Huff... We're absolutely doing that again Anji. I assume you have no complaints." Baiken commented, still short of breath yet having the energy to raise her hand and deliver a backhand to Anji's right ass cheek, albeit a lot softer than before.

"I think I'm addicted..." Anji managed to sputter out in between short breaths and soft moans, the fan-wielding bespectacled man absolutely spent.

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It had been a few weeks since Chipp had met Testament while they were on their walk across the world. Chipp was travelling with his entourage of Answer, Anji, and Baiken; while Testament was travelling by themself, exploring the world and taking in all of its wonders as they strolled along the many different nations in their journey. Chipp was quick to offer Testament a spot in his travelling party, having known Testament from his many travels as the "President" of the "Eastern Chipp Kingdom". Testament naturally agreed, wanting to see the world through both their own as well as other's perspectives.

The pair had gotten along well despite only having known each other for such a short time. The two often spent long nights camping together in the same tent, much to Answer's dismay who was moved into his own tent. Testament and Chipp would talk into the late hours of the morning, discussing each other's perspectives on the world and reminiscing about shared experiences the two had in common. It was clear to anyone that the unlikely duo was hitting off well. Even they were surprised by how well they were getting along. Chipp often amused Testament with his stories of living on the streets, with the stories of Chipp's drug-laden hijinks especially amusing to Testament, even if Chipp found them more embarrassing than anything. Not only that, but Chipp offered unique perspectives on many different matters that Testament themself hadn't even considered. Testament found that Chipp was easy to talk to, and a pleasant refresher from the uptight and serious grizzled veterans that they knew all their life.

Chipp on the other hand found Testament's worldly knowledge and powerful skills captivating, with Chipp almost being jealous of Testament's awe-inspiring skills. It was weird for Chipp to say this but Testament almost reminded him of his old master back in America. Maybe it was because Chipp hadn't found someone with the wisdom of his master ever since his death, but either way, Chipp's often inconsistent attention was always focused when Testament was speaking.

Tonight however was different. As the party set up camp outside a small town near the coast of Vietnam, Chipp realized that something was off. Maybe it was the fact that the crew had had a long and arduous journey during the day, or maybe it was the beautiful scenery that they ended up seeing after they arrived at their destination. Anji and Answer had prepared a large meal for the party, and the whole crew took part in both celebration and feasting as they cheered about reaching their destination. All seemed well, defying the odd feeling Chipp had in his stomach. Chipp always had a good intuition, but it was prone to being wrong here and there, so he chalked it up to just him being overly paranoid. He sighed, packing up the leftovers and materials in their storage before moving into his tent to get ready for a long night's sleep before the important business tomorrow.

"Can your other body parts move as fast as your legs?" A deep yet elegant voice asked in a way that was both intimidating yet comforting to Chipp. Still, the question completely caught him off guard as he opened the flap to the tent. "What? Is that a strange question to ask?" The voice added, which Chipp easily identified as Testament who was covered up in the corner of the tent with only a blanket covering their nude form. Chipp stammered, his eyes meeting the red eyes of the Half-Gear who swivelled their head to Chipp's location.

"It's not weird, Test. Just... It's not like you to ask questions like that?" Chipp chuckled awkwardly, running his hands through his silver hair as he tried to think of a reason why Testament would ask that out of nowhere.

"Is it? As you know I'm always on the hunt for learning new things while on my stroll. To be honest, I've only ever seen you move your legs at insane speeds, so naturally, my curiosity was piqued." Testament explained, their red eyes fluttering involuntarily as they flickered back and forth from random spots in the tent to Chipp's equally crimson irises. "You know Chipp, I never realized that you have the eyes of a Gear," Testament added unexpectedly as they stared directly into Chipp's eyes, throwing another curveball at the already confused Shinobi.

"W-well... I can move most parts of my body rather fast but outside of fighting and doing handiwork there's not a lot of uses for them surprisingly." Chipp replied, trying his best to ignore the staring Half-Gear and their strange observations about his body. He wasn't exactly sure why Testament was acting weird, but he was getting the feeling that this might be the reason why he was having that odd feeling. Chipp quickly wiped some sweat off his brow, he couldn't tell if it was the Southeast Asian heat or the tension of the situation causing him to heat up. All he knew was that it was getting uncomfortably warm, his tight black tank doing very little to cool him off.

"Hmm, most interesting. Would your tongue be affected by your natural superhuman speed? Or is it just reserved for your limbs..." Testament pondered, their questioning behaviour only causing more discomfort for Chipp. "You seem warm Chipp, why don't you strip down, you know black clothes absorb heat and can cause your body to run at uncomfortable temperatures," Testament added, their strange line of thinking completely throwing Chipp off.

"Y-yeah... I guess my tongue would be." Chipp stammered, really not knowing what to think of this odd situation. Testament was always a bit different compared to everyone else Chipp knew, but this took the cake as the one moment that was fucking with him. Even with the tension high and Chipp weirded out, he still couldn't muster up the courage to back out of the tent. He started to strip, taking off his tight black shirt to reveal his bulky upper body muscles. His rippling muscles glimmered with the sweat coating his skin, his pale complexion slightly darkened by the flickering lantern light dancing across both his body and the green fabric of the tent.

"I'd like to perform an experiment then, Chipp," Testament said as they began to discard the blanket that was covering their form, revealing his nude form to Chipp as he threw his blanket to the side. Testament was dripping with sweat, the blanket overheating him in the dead heat of the Vietnamese summer. "That's only if you want to, that is. If not that's quite alright. You can go to sleep and you'll wake up tomorrow without my presence. But if you do want to continue with this experimentation, continue your disrobing, and indulge me just this once." Testament added, standing up in the large tent and approaching the silver-haired ninja with a saunter that swayed their large hips back and forth.

Chipp stopped dead in his tracks just as he was about to disrobe himself of his pants. Testament's nude body was suddenly right in front of him, and Chipp's eyes immediately started darting over every last inch of Testament's half-gear form. From their perfectly symmetrical face, their smooth and sweaty upper body that was the perfect amount of soft and hard in Chipp's eyes, their supple pecs that only contributed to their intriguing androgyny, their wide hips and sizable rear that was visible even from Chipp's front perspective, their soft tree-trunk thighs that were shiny with slick sweat, and of course their flaccid foreskin-covered penis that was just an adorable size for Chipp. Chipp really wanted to say no, to escape the awkward situation and avoid all confrontation... But something told him to keep going forward. After all, Chipp didn't stop even when he relapsed with his addiction, he didn't stop when the whole world was crumbling down on him from the many crises he's faced, and he sure wasn't going to back down now.

"W-what did you have in mind for this experiment, Test?" Chipp managed to blurt out, trying his best to avert his crimson eyes from Testament's glorious body. Although it seemed from the slight smirk growing on their face that Testament had already registered Chipp's wandering eyes.

"In the many miles I've travelled in my journey, I've heard many mentions of a so-called 'rimjob'. It involves the 'bottom' using their tongue to stimulate the 'top' by licking and sucking on the rim of their anus, hence the name." Testament explained. They realized that they seemed robotic in explaining the term, but they didn't know any other way to describe it to Chipp. "I'd like to try this here in this tent, and you're the only person I trust enough to do this. Plus, with your superspeed and your expertise in fine precision, I think you'd be the absolute perfect test subject for my experiment." Testament added, hoping to get their message across to Chipp without scaring the president ninja off.

"A... Rimjob? I think I remember Answer talking about something like that one time. But if it's with you, I'd be willing to try it... I trust you too Testament." Chipp chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head as he tried to seem cool enough for his friend. He didn't want to reveal that he was a virgin to Testament, but he knew that his lack of experience would make itself obvious sooner or later.

Testament smiled, taking another step towards Chipp to now be face to face with the Shinobi. They chuckled softly, a rare blush forming on their face as pulled the ninja in for a sudden kiss. Testament's pink tongue invaded Chipp's mouth as Chipp practically melted into it, letting Testament take complete control of his mouth as he submitted completely to the half-gear.

Testament broke the kiss, letting their hand wander and tug on the waistband of his white pants, only serving to make the Shinobi shiver in anticipation. "How about we get rid of these for now? You won't be needing them tonight." Testament chuckled, Chipp's pants easily sliding off as Chipp was left in just his underwear, which Chipp quickly discarded to reveal his fully nude form.

Testament stepped back, letting their crimson eyes wander all over Chipp's impressive form, just as Chipp did mere minutes earlier. Their eyes started at Chipp's handsome face, studying his striking eyes and sharp jaw quietly before roaming their eyes downward and focusing on Chipp's prominent collarbone. That was pretty much where Chipp's sharp features ended, as below that were the two massive mounds on Chipp's chest. Chipp's pecs were truly impressive, the pair of muscled-up orbs were nearly the size of Anji's, although Chipp's were more lean compared to the absolute fuckbags that were on Anji's chest. Still impressive Testament thought, especially when they were framed onto Chipp's wide rounded shoulders that grew out a good few feet each from his muscular neck. Chipp's arms were just as impressive, his biceps and triceps quivering slightly from the teasing that Testament was giving him, though Testament could tell that his arms had been through much. Pockmarks and scars littered the rehabilitated Shinobi's arms, still visible even as they had faded somewhat. Below that was Chipp's thick abdomen, which were prominently dominated by his impressive 8-pack, another testament to his intense discipline and training, telling another story of struggle and training in the process. Testament's eyes lit up even more as their eyes lingered around Chipp's thick hips, his muscular ass visible from their front view. Testament's eyes had always been drawn to Chipp's impressive rear, but this was the first time that Testament had been able to view them in its bare glory. In the middle of it all were Chipp's impressive genitals, a thick and girthy uncut cock dangled from their hips a good eight inches below, and two heavy balls behind them the size of baseballs wobbled slightly when Chipp adjusted his stance.

"You're very impressive physically and mentally Chipp, I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else," Testament admitted, slowly turning their body around and walking towards Chipp's mattress. Testament could feel Chipp's crimson eyes immediately dart to their impressive wobbly rear, which jiggled back and forth like Jell-o as they made their way towards the mattress.

"T-thank you... Me too, if I'm being honest." Chipp admitted, his attraction to Testament only being realized by the Shinobi now as his cock throbbed slightly, blood flowing to the appendage and swelling the girthy member even bigger. Chipp followed Testament, watching their every move as Testament started to drop to their knees, getting on all fours as they stuck their rear out in the air toward Chipp.

"Alright, ready when you are, my Shinobi." Testament flirted, shaking their fat rear back and forth as if to entice him even more. "Just dive your tongue deeeeeep into my hole, and use that superspeed of yours. Should be a simple task for the president, yes?" Testament teased, reaching their hand back and slapping their pale rear, jiggling their fat ass even more for Chipp.

Chipp's face was beet red at the moment, he dropped to his knees, getting face to ass with Testament's juicy rear. Testament's teasing only served to fire him up more, his two hands greedily grabbing two big handfuls of their half-gear butt. Chipp's cock was at full mast now, the eroticism of the situation too much for the virgin Shinobi to handle. His sizable eight-inch flaccid cock had grown into a fourteen-inch monster, the veiny uncut cock throbbing with anticipation. Chipp really wanted to dive in and stick his cock into Testament's warm ass, but Chipp knew better than to defy their demands. Instead, he did as he was told, slowly moving his face in between Testament's ass crack, his nose being met with the thick scent of Testament's asshole. The heat near Testament's rear was almost unbearable, but Chipp ventured in, sticking his tongue out and taking a cautionary lick of the pinkish-brownish donut around Testament's juicy hole.

The lick was met with a jolt of energy going through Testament's body. Testament had never experienced anything like this before in their life. Even with all the experiences they've lived through on their stroll, this easily took the cake as the most pleasurable thing they've ever had. "T-this is amazing! And it's only getting started..." They managed to stammer out, meaning to only think those words but the intensity of the pleasure causing them to slip up.

Chipp smirked, gaining more confidence from Testament's positive reception and taking a few more cautionary slow licks. The taste was divine on Chipp's tongue. It was somehow sweaty, salty, and savoury all at once. Chipp was expecting a disgusting yet bearable flavor yet Testament's asshole tasted like a five-star meal! He started to lick even faster, making two clockwise rounds with his tongue every second. He revelled in Testament's reaction, feeling proud of himself as Testament arched their back in pleasure, shoving their rear in Chipp's face as their soft doughy cheeks started to envelop his head. Chipp's hands grabbed their ass cheeks greedily, squeezing and smacking them with every shake and jiggle Testament gave. Eventually, Chipp couldn't help himself anymore, his hand leaving their ass and going down to his throbbing cock to start stroking off the uncut gem.

"Mhmmm, I can tell you like this Chipp. I am too, the sensations are DIVINE!" Testament faltered near the end, their voice losing its elegance as Chipp started hitting one of their sensitive spots with his tongue. Chipp began to penetrate their hole with his tongue, his slimy appendage exploring Testament's crevice with greed and gluttony. Testament couldn't help but reach one of their arms back, grabbing hold of Chipp's thick head of silver hair and shoving it as deep into their hole as possible. Testament lolled their tongue out, their eyes rolling back in their skull as Chipp greedily explored Testament's hole. Testament's cock shivered, the appendage dripping gear cum at a rate that they'd never had happen before. Thick drops of cum landed on Chipp's mattress, staining them with their scent as the two were now interlinked together.

Chipp began to buck his hips, his balls clenching as the taste and pleasure of serving Testament's asshole became too much for him. Dollops of thick, white precum started to drip from his sizable head, arousal taking control of the Shinobi's mind as he stuck his head as deep in Testament's ass as possible. He couldn't see anything, but he knew that Testament was in ecstasy right now just by his actions. Chipp delivered a hearty smack to Testament's ass, grabbing the left cheek with his thick hand and shaking it as Chipp's tongue was now in all the way. Chipp didn't even know his tongue was this big, but he was clearly putting it to its best use now. Chipp's tongue started to vibrate rapidly, even as his tongue was many inches in a gear's asshole, he still found a way to use his superspeed.

Chipp's tonguefucking was enough to send Testament over the edge. A huge rope of cum escaped from their cock, marking Chipp's pillow with their scent permanently. Testament shivered, shaking their ass in Chipp's face as they clapped their cheeks in arousal. Testament couldn't help themself, the experiment was a success. Was this what they needed to find their place in the world? Was Chipp the one for them? Testament's sex-addled brain couldn't tell now, but they had surely found a life partner at the moment.

Chipp couldn't hold himself in any longer, a rope of thick cum bursting from his cock and shooting itself up in the air, hitting the lower end of Testament's stomach. Testament shivered from the splash of cum on their body, loving the feeling of being marked with Chipp's scent. Testament collapsed on the bed, shivering in pleasure as Chipp started to remove his tongue from his ass. Testament wanted to shove him in longer and make him work for his affection, but they were just too spent from the intense ass-eating that just happened.

Chipp wiped his face clean of the juices that were splattered all over him. He was breathless and tired from using his superspeed on something so frivolous. Yet in his eyes, this was worth it. He crawled over to the collapsed half-gear and laid next to them, snuggling closer to the spent rimjob addict. Testament opened their eyes, staring deep into Chipp's crimson own eyes before moving in closer and delivering a deep kiss to their new boyfriend.

"You really wanna kiss me even after my tongue was just six inches deep in your asshole?" Chipp chuckled softly, running his hand through his hair as he graciously accepted the kiss from his partner.

"I always wanted to know what I tasted like if I'm being honest. Besides, you're next~" Testament flirted with a soft smile, reaching his hand out and giving a hearty smack to the Shinobi's muscular ass.

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Illyria castle was a lonely and solemn sight this summer evening. Most of the guards on duty had been dismissed, and most of the royal family, save the king, had taken their leave. Only two sole figures inhabited the castle this fine glorious evening. The king himself, Ky Kiske, and his former rival, and technical father-in-law, Sol Badguy.

The tension in the air was high, with the two men sitting together on opposite couches in a lounge area of the castle. On one couch, the scent of elegant cologne emanated softly. On the other couch, the sickly scent of cheap wine and sweat permeated through the localized atmosphere. Ky hated being stuck with this animal. Even if he and Sol had gotten along better in recent years, Sol was still an absolute pain in his ass most of the time. Between his fuck you attitude and drinking habits, it was like Ky was taking care of an overgrown frat boy who just graduated. But since Dizzy and Jack-O had gone out for a night of fun, with Sin visiting his friend’s house, the poor king was stuck with said oversized frat boy.

“Y’know, I’m gonna expose you if you don’t gimme more wine! You know what you did during your days in the Sacred Order.” The tanned man shouted at the blonde man across the couch, impatient from imbibement. Ky had locked the wine cabinet after Sol polished off his fourth bottle. He didn’t want him to have anything else to drink now that the threat of his castle’s destruction was very high at this point, but the threat of blackmail and defamation proved to be more destructive to his well being than a smashed throne.

“Expose me for what? I have a clean record in the Sacred Order. I did my job and that’s all that matters.” Ky responded, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance at Sol’s demands for more drink.

“Oh, your official record is clean as a whistle. It’s what’s on the side I’m more interested in.” Sol said as if trying to intimidate Ky, eyes growing dark with each fleeting second. Even in his intoxication, he had an air of power that even a man like Ky couldn’t deny.

“O-on the side? Sol. You’ve had too much to drink, I demand that you go get some rest now!” Ky shouted at the man who was provoking him. Ky stood up, waving his arm to the side in an attempt to flex some authority above the rogue gear.

"Nah, my mind's clear Ky. At least it's clearer than yours, after all lying to yourself for so long must take a toll on your mentality." Sol stared Ky down, not impressed at all by Ky's flagrant show of power. There was nothing Ky could do to scare Sol, especially when he was this drunk. Even if Ky could give Sol a run for his money in combat, he knew that Ky wouldn't dare sully the excellence of the Illyrian castle.

"Lying to myself? Really, Sol, I'm not saying this because I'm trying to rile you up, but as a friend. Please go to sleep." Ky protested, trying to appeal to Sol's softer side. Although, by the looks of the stern expression on Sol's face, he wasn't counting his chances.

"Don't stop me now! All I'm saying is that it must be hard for Dizzy, knowing that her husband isn't truly attracted to her." Sol shot back with a malicious grin growing on his flushed face. He was just fucking with Ky at this point. But when he saw Ky's face light up in shock, he was slightly surprised to hear that there might be a bit of accuracy in his words.

"W-what? Sol! I am attracted to my wife! Dizzy is the most beautiful woman in the world and I wouldn't trade her for anything!" Ky stammered. Sol was starting to piss him off now. He was considering storming out and just leaving Sol alone, but a thought stopped him from doing so.

"S-shit... Does he know about it?" Ky thought to himself, his pale face growing a bright red in embarrassment.

"Come onnnnn Ky! You don't have to deny it! I know just how much you eye up the beefcakes you hired as guards around here. Hell, I remember when we were both in the Sacred Order together, you always hung around the bathhouses huh?" Sol's malicious grin didn't fade at all.

Ky sighed, wiping sweat off his brow and taking a seat back down on the velvet couch. He took a deep breath, anxiety swelling in his throat as he thought about his next words carefully. Did Sol know his secrets? Or was he just fucking with him and somehow got some things right. Was it obvious that Ky preferred the same gender, or was it just another way for the old gear to pester the young king? He relented, knowing that despite Sol's attitude, he really did care about him, and he could trust Sol with something like this.

"Y-you're right. Damn! You're right!" Ky shouted, finally admitting to his homosexuality for the first time. He hid his eyes, casting them towards the ground and trying in vain to hide himself as he internally regretted his words almost instantly. He didn't know what to do, and truth be told he was kinda scared. "I'm gay. Fine. Whatever. I still love Dizzy though, even if it is hard to be with her at times, now will you please go to sleep? Or at least sober up?" Ky admitted, pleading for Sol to leave him alone. He wished that Sol would at least go easy on him.

"You're gonna drop a bombshell like that on me then ask me to go to sleep? Yeah, no. You gotta tell me all the details, Ky." Sol probed, not caring for Ky's pleas, instead wishing to satisfy his curiosity.

"Details?" Ky questioned, raising his red face from the ground and catching a glimpse of Sol's face which was now turned to the side, he swore he saw a slight tinge of blush on his face as well...

"Y-yeah, details. When did you realize you liked men, have you ever done it with a man before, that kinda shit?" Sol asked, turning his face back towards Ky and saw that Ky was starting to look a bit more comfortable about the situation.

Needless to say, Ky was confused. Sol went from being aggressive with him to a flustered curious man in just a minute. He pushed his doubts aside, thinking that maybe Sol was starting to finally sober up. "Fine. I realized I liked men when I was young. Maybe just before my time in the Sacred Order. My first crush was there too, Leo. I'm sure you remember him. But I've never had sex with a man if that's what you're getting at. Sure, I've admired the physique of some, and I have had thoughts. But beyond that, I've never done anything; I would never betray Dizzy." Ky stated, reassuring both himself and Sol that he'd never do anything to betray Dizzy's trust...

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Ky knew this was wrong, but he didn't want it to stop. Even as Sol stripped him of his fabrics; even as he caught a glimpse of a framed photo of Dizzy and him on their wedding day, he still said yes to everything Sol asked him of. He set his phone down on the nearby table, somewhat anxious as he let Sol's eyes take in all of his naked form. Awkward silence filled the air, the combination of the two at a loss for words and the weight of sexual tension weighed down on them both.

Ky tied his long blonde locks back into a small ponytail as he took in Sol’s naked body. Ky was a muscular man, and considered himself relatively attractive, but Sol was a different creature entirely. Every last inch of him was bulging with rigid muscle, his frame hard and bulky from centuries of strenuous labor and murderous combat. Ky on the other hand, while still impressive for a human, was leaner than his rival, and as much as he hated to say it, less endowed. While Ky was by no means small, his eight inch length couldn’t compare to the fourteen-inch monster that hung between his thighs.

"How could Aria take such a thing?" Was his first thought, but of course, his eyes had to bring him to another part of Sol’s figure that caught his attention. Rounded and curved in places a king of his build and species couldn’t help to achieve, Sol’s chest and rear end were round and soft like a woman’s. As envious as he was to not have a dumptruck ass of his own, he couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of Sol’s crashing down on his pelvis when thoughts of bouncing him on his lap began to surface.

Unable to resist Sol’s tight body, he got on his knees, and planted his face between tanned, taut, and deliciously firm Gear cheeks. Ky didn't care how degrading it was to him, or to his pact with his wife; the relief was too much for him to say no to such a delectable treat.

Ky sampled Sol's hairy ass, licking sweat and kissing slick around a loose, winking hole that clenched wonderfully against his tongue. It made him lick and nibble on wrinkled skin as he bathed his nose Sol's musk, a virile, masculine smell that makes the uncut cock in his slacks throb. There was something about the smell of Gears that Ky shivered from arousal; it was a sharp, metallic, wonderfully pungent, and he wondered if it were pheromones reacting with his DNA that made his cock twitch. The creature that he hated so much and vowed to exterminate now held him captive in between buttocks that swallowed his face whole. Sol pushed back and pulled Ky in by the roots of his hair, until his mouth was pressed flush against the rim of his asshole. Ky hardly minded as he was too horny the old gear’s behavior to complain, and held onto Sol’s ass in a deathgrip, hand kneading heavy balls larger than spring melons Sol grunts while Ky moans, hand briefing leaving Sol’s ass to fist his cock, blunt red tip leaking pearlescent dribbles of clear precome on the velvet sheets he shared with Dizzy.

"F-fuck yeah... Get deeper in there." Sol moaned, clearly forgetting that Ky was on the verge of suffocation.

"Were you lying about being faithful to Dizzy, or is Dizzy the kinda freak to enjoy her ass getting eaten out?" Sol questioned. Ky couldn’t find a reason to answer; his tongue was buried too deep in Sol’s musty asshole to bother with a reply.

Ky shuddered when he couldn’t move his head anymore, the magnitude of his affair suddenly dawning on him Here he was, the great king, the High Thunder king of Illyria, reduced to slobbering, cheating rim slut whose balls clenched with hot seed when he was presented with studs to fuck at his leisure. Taking short puffs of thin air through his nostrils, Ky lapped feverishly at what he thinks is Sol’s prostate and kneaded his balls faster, determined to bring the mewling gear into orgasm as he ignored a sudden vibration that shook the foundation of the bed.

"The fuck?" Sol jolted and looked around the bedroom, but Ky hardly had a reason to care. He was too busy focusing on eating Sol's ass to pay attention to anything.

Ky didn’t notice Sol reaching for a phone that sat by the bed, the old gear reaching his arm over to read the name on the caller ID.

"My Love... Heh." Sol read to himself, letting it ring a few times before a mischievous idea came to mind. He pressed the green accept button, and a pale blue-haired woman showed up on the camera feed. She was smiling, the beautiful cityscape of Rome behind her as she enjoyed the festivities of the night. She was obviously having the time of her life, and a red-haired woman was even visible behind her. Sol instantly recognized it as the queen, a smirk growing on his face as he turned on his own camera, allowing Dizzy to get a good look of what's going on.

"Ky! I'm in-" Dizzy said with a smile before her face quickly turned into one of confusion. "Sol? Where's Ky? Don't tell me he dozed off already... Wait, why are you shirtless, why are you in my bed? WHAT ARE THOSE SOUNDS?" Dizzy asked, her face only growing more confused as question after question poured out from her. Sol simply smirked, raising the camera up high so she could get a good look at his own naked back, as well as a blonde ponytail nestled in between his toned ass cheeks, Sol's large hand keeping him in place.

"K-Ky? What are you doing?" Dizzy frantically questioned, although Ky didn't answer. He heard Dizzy's pleas, yet was too busy serving the gear asshole he loved so much. Every last inch of Sol's ass was his god right now, from his hole to his cheeks, it was all Ky desired. Ky pretty much forgot about his nagging wife and troublesome son; all he wanted was a life of serving gear holes and being Sol’s slut, a far cry from the noble king he was forced to be.

"Heh, surprised? Well I bet you're not, you must've known. He's in a happier place now." Sol emphasized, holding back moans and groans while letting go of Ky's hair, showing Dizzy that this wasn't just a trick. Ky's tongue even went deeper as Sol let go, exploring every last crevice of Sol's beefy ass.

"K-Ky..." Was the only word that Dizzy could muster, she was in too much shock to process it all. Her own husband, cheating on her with her father. She always had an inkling that her beloved might've swung the other way, but she never thought it'd end up like this. Seeing her husband underneath another man's ass, it was so *hot*. Just as she thought she'd might cry, her body started flaring up, arousal coursing through every last inch of her form. Dizzy didn't know why this was happening, but she knew that something had awakened in her at that moment.

Sol watched as Dizzy quietly excused herself from the group she was travelling with, deciding to let out a few grunts here and there which prompted Dizzy to hide her phone from public view. Ky kept groping and squeezing his thick ass cheeks, pulling out for air before realizing that Sol had his phone. Ky gasped, beginning to shout out before he realized that Dizzy was on the other side, a pleasured expression on her face as she was now in a public bathroom by herself. Ky contemplated the situation, he was about to curse himself out for letting himself get into this sort of thing, but he relented. After all, he was already caught, what's the worst that could happen now? He went back in for another taste of Sol's man ass, which prompted both Sol and Dizzy to moan again. Ky felt his cock twitch, an orgasm coming on quickly. He reached one hand forward and another one back, jerking off both his and Sol's cocks while his tongue worked its way deeper into Sol's juicy backside.

*Splurt*

Ropes of cum started hitting the bed in which Dizzy and Ky slept in every night. Sol and Ky's arousal marking its spot in the ornate royal bedroom, the King of Illyria stained with the slick of humanity's enemy. Pleasured smiles come over all three of them, and all doubts washed away along with the sticky cum of the king, queen, and joker.

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"A... Scent kink?" A normally stoic face contorted into one of mild confusion, the masculine man looking in confusion at his dinner date's strange request.

"Fuck, Leo. Yes, don't make me repeat it again, I don't want any of these scummy high-life types hearing our conversation." The equally stoic yet heavily blushed face responded with an embarrassed tone, unusual for the almost always level-headed secret agent.

It was rare for either of these two newfound partners to even be seen in public without their entourage, or as part of an entourage. Leo Whitefang, the second king of Illyria and a masculine man towering above nearly everyone else around them, was uncomfortably stuck into a casual blazer, unbefitting his woolly look. He had insisted on going to this date in his everyday garbs however a strong bemoaning from his good friend Ky convinced him otherwise.

On the other hand, Giovanna sat on the other side of the table, equally as uncomfortable in her short green dress with yellow lining that struggled to properly contain the swell of her curves. The dress looked well enough, and Giovanna herself adored the color scheme, having gotten it as a gift from Freddy's wife after the incident at the White House. As beautiful as it was, it seemed that its length was shorter than desired, considering how much she underestimated how far it would ride up her expansive, toned thighs whenever she took a seat in the ornate chairs of the restaurant.

The two might've seemed like an odd pairing, but they somehow fit into each other's types. Leo always had a thing for girls who were fit but had a bit of meat on them as well. Giovanna was much the same, liking meaty men, and Leo had more than enough to go around. The two were set up by a mix of Ky, Frederick, and Dizzy, who insisted that the two get to know each other in the days following the White House incidents. It wasn't like they were going to say no, the two practically diving over each other as soon as they met, but it all went a lot faster than the two anticipated.

Giovanna initially was a bit intimated by the prospect of spending time with a man like Leo, especially since Giovanna was the type of girl to come off as an arrogant bitch when she really didn't mean to. That all changed though, albeit at the weirdest moment. It was a few days before their current date, Leo had decided to go straight home from the Castle workout room instead of sticking around and cleaning up... Giovanna had caught that scent, a scent more beast than man. And then it all clicked, she was nervous because she was treating Leo like he was a mature, refined man, when in actuality he was a beast in mans clothing, and if there was one thing that Giovanna knew how to handle, it was a beast.

Giovanna eyed up the man across from her now, the man she had correctly identified as a beast just a few days earlier, watching as his eyes roamed around, attempting to find an appropriate response to Giovanna's admission. Gio rolled her eyes, holding back a cackle as she kept her gaze directly on Leo's too-tight blazer.

"So... Whaddya think? Did you think I was a stuck-up, vanilla type of girl? I thought you'd have me figured out in that dictionary or whatever of yours." Giovanna teased, biting her lips as her eyes kept dragging down to the impressive sight of Leo's pecs straining against the expensive clothing that Ky had obviously bought for him. Giovanna's lips pursed, fluttering her eyes as she showed off the subtle make-up that she definitely never would've done if it weren't for Dizzy insisting that she go out with at least a little bit of eyeliner and lipstick on.

Leo flushed slightly, the confident man struggling to maintain his composure. He wasn't nervous, at least that was he told himself internally, he just wasn't used to displaying a side of himself that wasn't a position of authority. It felt strange being on the same level as the woman sitting in front of him, a woman who had experienced being just a normal person.

"No, no. Quite the contrary, I had a feeling you were experimental, at the very least. But a scent kink... I suppose it makes sense, given your affinity for canines." Leo replied, eyeing up the ribeye in front of him, although his eyes couldn't stop wandering towards Giovanna no matter how hard he tried. Leo really wasn't nervous at all, just trying his best to get to Giovanna as himself, Leo Whitefang, not the second king of Illyria.

"I guess it's just something I always knew I was into, but what I'm trying to ask is, when I take you home tonight, and I will, I want you to let me indulge in you as much as possible. Just be yourself, no need to be a king of Illyria or whatever, because I know you'll love it, and I'll make you feel like you're in heaven." Giovanna flirted, a sly look gracing her beautiful face, which didn't go unnoticed by Leo's increasingly hungry eyes. Giovanna could tell he was losing his appetite for the ribeye, and was growing hungry for something else, she knew it was time to move for the kill. "How about we go right now, get back to my apartment, I'll feast on you tonight, and feed you tomorrow, how's that sound?"

"Yes ma'am!"

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"So... Just like this, you sure you wanna get in there?" Leo asked, his large, calloused hands pressed against the wall, head swivelled around as he watched his green lace lingerie-clad girlfriend saunter up to his own nude body.

"Come on, we already did enough foreplay, didn't we? Besides, your ass is fine." Giovanna emphasized by letting her smaller hands grasp his bulky rear, the mix of fat and muscle creating the perfectly shaped man ass that Giovanna just died for. Giovanna began to squat, getting nice and low, face-level with his wide hips and built rear, enjoying the lightly haired shelf of an ass. "Musky, but clean. Toned, but soft. Fat, but curvy. You really do got a perfect ass, Leo." Giovanna teased, her hands massaging his sweat-coated rear, enjoying the mix of musk and sweat that emanated off his stacked behind.

"Well, I suppose that's a new one. Why didn't anyone tell me that I had such a kingly posterior before?" Leo chuckled, giving his ass a light shake in response to Giovanna's teasing. For some reason, he was really enjoying the praise he was getting from the flirty Brazilian, stifling a moan with his sharp canines as Giovanna's massage became more intense.

"You mind if I dig right in? If I don't get this scent marked on me, I'm gonna go crazy back here." Giovanna chuckled, giving his milky white ass a spank, leaving traces of her delicate yet strong hands in the form of a red handprint.

"Go ahead, just- OOO?" Leo couldn't hold back this moan, his entire body shivering with delight as Giovanna began to feast on his impressive posterior, her tongue puncturing his hole immediately before retreating and tracing the pulsing ring around his winking hole.

"Mhmmm, I can tell you like it." Giovanna bit her lips, sweat coating her sensitive nose and face as she took a deep breath before diving right back in between his bulky cheeks, her tongue lapping up the sweat-covered hole, enjoying the rustic, meaty, and musky taste dancing on her sensitive tongue. Traces of red lipstick were left around the muscled ring of his hole, showing where Giovanna thought the best flavour was. One hand of hers reached around the curvature of Leo's impressive hips and thighs, massaging his heavy sacks before moving up and gripping the base of his uncut cock, stroking it slowly while her other hand drifted to her heaving breasts, cupping one and tweaking the nipple as her tongue delved deeper into the walls of Leo's puckered anus.

"D-damn! Giovanna, this is- I never knew- Just, keep going!" Leo stuttered, his kingly confidence shaken by the assault on his rear end, Leo involuntarily giving his ass a shake, encouraging Giovanna to dive even deeper into the depths of his ass.

Giovanna happily obliged, but a nod that didn't go unnoticed was the only affirmation she gave. Besides, of course, she stuck her face as hard as she could between Leo's manly cheeks. The wet, sloppy noises only turned Giovanna on even further, her hand drifting to her throbbing pussy, finding her clitoris and immediately assaulting it with quickfire schlicking that only added to the symphony of sex.

"S-shit! Giovanna, I'm close~!" Leo grunted, attempting to keep himself quiet but to no avail as Giovanna's tongue wrapped around Leo's prostate, her handjob milking his uncut cock for all of his royal milk, the mere scent of Leo's brawny ass enough to send her sensitive nose and brain into overdrive.

Giovanna's hips bucked wildly, matching Leo's as the two swung their hips as hard as they could, Giovanna's tongue somehow still lodged in Leo's ass as Leo's balls clenched, his cock twitching and shooting thick rope after rope into the wallpaper, staining the flowery design with his thick sperm while Giovanna's pussy sprayed at the same time, staining the carpeted floor with her jism.

The two lovebirds fell to their knees, breathing heavily as they tried their best to recatch their breaths after an intense rimming session brought them to their knees.

"That was... Amazing! I'm going to have to update my dictionary on you. It'll read-"

"Don't tell me, just shut up." Giovanna chuckled, cutting off Leo with a quick kiss on the lips.

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When Nagoriyuki and Chipp met a few odd months ago, Nagoriyuki was sure that their relationship would deteriorate rather quickly. With personality, age, and mentality differences, it was easy to see why Nagoriyuki would've thought that he and the silver-haired shinobi wouldn't last long in any facet.

But Nagoriyuki was pleasantly surprised that Chipp and he had gotten along so well despite their obvious differences. It had been a quiet few months of Nagoriyuki being sheltered in Chipp's home in South Africa, where Chipp undertook his training in the morning, presidential duties during the day, and bonding with Nagoriyuki during the long, hot evenings that were so commonplace in Africa.

"Despite being a long time ago, I remember it being hotter when I was growing up in Nigeria. This heat is nothing to me." Nagoriyuki stated, dining on a meal prepared by Chipp's right-hand man, Answer.

"Speak for yourself! I love every part of my country except this damned heat!" Chipp replied, throwing his muscular arms up in the air, having already finished his Japanese-inspired meal. "Besides, I can tell you took off a few layers, I never really see you in different clothing, even if it's just a white bathrobe."

"Speak for yourself, Chipp. Answer nearly tripped over himself when he saw you clad in your *attire*, if it can even be called that." A rare small smile graced Nagoriyuki's stoic, bearded face, his eyes honestly unable to be dragged away from Chipp's *lack* of attire. That is, Chipp was merely dressed in a fishnet T-shirt that strained against his impressively juicy pecs and chiselled abs, as well as a black jockstrap that was ill-fitting for his curvy, thick lower body, Nagoriyuki's eyes catching a few glimpses of his stacked rear.

"Ha! Really? Damn, I wish I saw that. He's always had a crush on me, but he's not really my type." Chipp chuckled, giving his arms a slight flex as he stretched up, yawning as his presidential duties had burdened him all too much during the day.

"Your... Type? Might you elaborate on what your *type* is?" Nagoriyuki's small smile remained on his face, although a glint in his eye gave the impression that his prodding had an ulterior motive.

"My type? Uhhh, you know... Like... Personality! And.... Big chests, and asses, and stuff?" Chipp stuttered, obviously unsure of how to answer Nago's question. Chipp was obviously gay to anyone who'd spent any amount of time with him, but despite that, no one had actually managed to get him to say anything about it. Nagoriyuki himself always had a suspicion, but his lack of gender specification sold him on the thought.

"Big chests... And asses. Like these?" Nagoriyuki stood up, letting his white bathrobe fall to the ground, leaving him nearly entirely naked except for the red jockstrap holding his flaccid cock in place, a soft, uncut cock that's shape was moulded perfectly by the thin piece of fabric, giving Chipp a good idea of just how hung the African vampire really was. But Chipp was honest about what he said earlier, and his eyes were immediately drawn to two things... Well, four things. Nagoriyuki's massive pecs, the dark mounds easily dwarfing most women's chests, even with their shape being more muscular and broad. The other two things were Nagoriyuki's massive ass cheeks and two orbs of muscle and fat that rivalled the size of Nagoriyuki's own head, each cheek being slightly visible from Chipp's view in front of Nagoriyuki. All four soft, jiggly mounds were covered in a dusting of curly black hair, wobbling with every slight movement that Nagoriyuki made as he crossed the room to get nice and close to the sitting shinobi.

Chipp stammered as Nagoriyuki sat next to him, the god-speed ninja having no experience in any sort of encounters like these. A crimson blush donned his cheeks, his eyes dragging to the ground as the embarrassed president looked for the right words to say.

"Y-yes... Like those..." The normally confidant and hot-headed ninja was obviously nervous, which didn't go unnoticed by the monolithic vampire.

"Hmm, I could tell. You really wear your heart on your sleeve, you know." Nagoriyuki replied, reaching his hand out and grasping Chipp's sharp chin. Nagoriyuki's eyes narrowed as Chipp gasped in surprise. Nago couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, the embarrassed boy still refusing to make eye contact.

"I can tell you're enjoying this, Chipp. Maybe you shouldn't prance around in the evening with just a jockstrap on? I wonder what Tsuyoshi would think of you now." Nagoriyuki added, watching as Chipp's eyebrows jumped even higher at the mention of his passed-on mentor.

"W-what do you mean? I don't know what he thought about this kinda stuff, but he seemed old-timey, so he'd probably be against it." Chipp replied, crimson eyes darting around to look at anything besides Nago's handsome face.

"Au contraire, Chipp. He might've not shared his bodily indulgences with you, but I'll show you the best of what he taught me. I've had many lifetimes to perfect the arts of physical pleasure." Nagoriyuki leaned in for a kiss, planting his thick lips against Chipp's, swallowing his nervous mouth in a passionate kiss that Chipp graciously accepted. Nagoriyuki broke the kiss, a bit of pity crossing his mind as he stared into Chipp's saddened eyes, knowing that Chipp wanted the moment to last a bit longer. "Come, let's use your master bedroom, and I'll teach you ways of making love that you couldn't even dream of."

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"F-fuck! How are you doing this?" Chipp screamed, the President firmly planted on Nagoriyuki's face, his beard tickling his thick ass, sweat dropping onto Nago's eyes as he worked his tongue into Chipp's delicious asshole with perfect precision. Nagoriyuki's tough, calloused hands massaged Chipp's pale cheeks, grabbing greedy handfuls of silver-haired cheeks, only causing Chipp to roll his hips against Nago's mouth even harder.

"Tsuyoshi's teachings have taught me well, and I'm imparting them to you now. Just study the movements of my tongue and try not to finish before the first lesson is done." Nago spoke, his voice muffled even as he backed away from Chipp's pale cheeks for a mere moment before burying his face even deeper between the Shinobi's stacked ass.

Chipp threw his head back in ecstasy, Nago's tongue invading his rear end, puncturing the virgin, inexperienced hole with his strong, experienced tongue. Nago was careful to avoid any serious damage with his sharp fangs, but Tsuyoshi always taught him to use his body to his advantage, so Nago teased Chipp by dragging the tip of his fangs against the rim of his asshole, his own cock twitching from the thrill of the dirty rimjob.

"F-fuck, dude. It's hard not to cum when it feels like I'm getting a blowjob in my asshole, I didn't even know people did this sort of shit!" Chipp commented, his red earrings bobbing alongside his gyrating hips, his mind trying to focus on Nago's relentless rimming while holding back his churning cum, his heavy balls slapping against Nago's juicy pecs with every unintentional thrust or gyration the silver-haired speedster did. Chipp's cock was rock hard, pre leaking out and dripping onto Nago's pecs and abs, the white beads contrasting against Nagoriyuki's obsidian skin in a way that drove Chipp even crazier, biting his lips in an attempt to keep himself from busting right on the spot.

"You're lasting a lot longer than I thought you would, I see you still keep Tsuyoshi's lessons at heart. You're a patient man behind that hot-headed demeanour." Nago's muffled voice reverberated around Chipp's cheeks, the sweaty, pale mounds responding with a wobble, which Nago took as Chipp agreeing, although he wasn't sure whether Chipp actually registered his words in his lust-addled brain.

"Get ready for the final part of your first lesson!" Nagoriyuki shouted, burying his face as deep as he could into Chipp's asshole, his tongue immediately assaulting his vulnerable prostate at Mach speed, his fangs threatening to pierce the sensitive skin around Chipp's asshole. Nagoriyuki lifted one hand off of Chipp's ass, the formerly white cheek now a light shade of pinkish-red. He maneuvered that hand around Chipp's generous hips with precision, easily gripping his girthy uncut cock with surprising strength and giving it a strong jerk while his opposite hand molested his other cheek with strength suiting a vampire like him.

It was too much for Chipp to bear; the god-speed shinobi couldn't hold on any longer, thrusting his hips with wild abandon as his backed-up balls clenched, sending rope after rope of pearly white jizz into the air, painting Nagoriyuki's built lower body and the bed around them with his spent seed.

"***UOGHH, FUCK!***" Chipp could only muster a mix of expletives and shouted moans, the slutty president experiencing a type of ecstasy that he didn't even know was possible. A dumb look was growing on his lust-addled face, and he knew that he'd just found his new addiction. Chipp maneuvered himself off of Nagoriyuki's face, letting the sweat-coated samurai breathe clearly for the first time in quite a few minutes. Even the stoic, worldly, vampiric beast of a man was out of breath, the intense lovemaking taking a toll on his ancient body, albeit with one exception.

"Shit... You're still so rock-hard, man... I'd feel bad if you went to bed with a boner like that, so let me show you what I've learned!" Chipp stared wide-eyed at Nagoriyuki's footlong cock, still a bit winded from the assault on his ass from Nago, but his energetic and competitive nature took over as he licked his lips, salivating over Nagoriyuki's pristine form.

"If you're so confident... Then I suppose I have no choice but to allow a demonstration... Chipp, show me what you're made of!" Nagoriyuki shouted, doing his best to fire up his newfound apprentice!

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"You ready?" Nagoriyuki asked, the tall man standing over Chipp, who was now lying down in the bed that was sticky and wet from their first rimjob session mere minutes ago.

"Born ready!" Chipp replied, a cocky smile gracing the angular face of the ninja president. From his position, Chipp's eyes were already feasting on a beautiful sight, that of Nagoriyuki's heavy, hairy, bloated nuts. Chipp imagined just how much backed-up nut was churning in his balls, slightly drooling at the prospect of one day getting to swallow a big load of his vampiric seed. Not only that but there was Nagoriyuki's semi-flaccid dick, leaking droplets of said seed onto Chipp's own generous chest, blending in nicely with his pale skin. Even with his cock not being fully erect, Chipp could tell that his cock beat out his own by an inch or two, and Chipp would've been lying if he said that he wasn't a little bit jealous of his size.

However, that thought didn't stay long in his head as he caught glimpses of Nagoriyuki's gargantuan thighs. The hairy legs were a perfect mix of tough definition and solid size, a monument to how well-trained the powerful samurai was, years upon years of practicing difficult stances and techniques forming his lower body into one of pure power... And there was also the fact that the two tree trunk-sized legs blended into Nago's massive rear, a shelf-like ass that swallowed up any and all underwear Nagoriyuki wore. The soft cheeks were like rising dough, soft yet firm, until Nagoriyuki flexed his glutes. The soft, pliant cheeks turned into rock-hard muscles capable of crushing lesser objects in their vice-like grip. The thought of having his own cock milked by Nagoriyuki's cheeks crossed his mind until he noticed that Nago's balls and ass were getting bigger... And then it hit him.

Nago's asshole planted itself directly onto Chipp's gaping mouth, the Shinobi's head engulfed within the samurai's thick rear, the feeling of hair and a cocktail of warm muscle and fat made Chipp's head swim. The already absent-minded shinobi became even more drunk off the salty sweat and musk of Nago's rear end.

"You can begin now," Nago stated, giving his stacked ass a wobble as he awaited Chipp's tongue punch, his more experienced asshole needing a lot more than just an amateur rimjob to get off properly.

"Yessir!" Chipp let out a muffled affirmation, immediately sticking out his tongue to dine on Nagoriyuki's rear, circling the dark hole before letting his tongue slither into his asshole, feeling the warm sensations and juices of his rear flood his mouth with its salted, gamey taste. Chipp's hands planted themselves firmly onto Nago's thick behind, massaging the soft surface and marvelling at how truly built and muscular Nagoriyuki really was underneath the soft surface of his juicy ass.

"Just like that, you're a natural. I'm even getting hard without touching my dick." Nagoriyuki praised, leaning back and sticking his rear further into Chipp's face, planting his large, calloused hand onto Chipp's head as both a show of praise and as a place to hold onto as Chipp increased the speed of his deep rimjob.

Nagoriyuki couldn't help but let out a few low yet pleasured grunts, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning too hard, his hard cock twitching rapidly as dollops of precum landed onto Chipp's thick abs, pooling into Chipp's belly button and almost overfilling as the Nagoriyuki rode Chipp's face with increased passion, the two men letting out months upon months of mounting sexual tension in one sweaty night.

Chipp could tell Nago was getting close, and the intensity of his last orgasm was still lingering in his mind. With the bucking of his hips, the rare grunts and moans that Nagoriyuki let through, and the tightening grip on his silver hair, Chipp knew it was time. With a hearty ***SMACK***, he slapped Nagoriyuki's stacked as hard as he could before letting go of the other and grabbing a firm grip on Nagoriyuki's girthy cock, jerking it off with a death grip before digging his face as deep as he could against Nagoriyuki's prostate, assaulting it with his supersonic tongue like he was dicing up an opponent on the battlefield.

"Oh- ***OOOOH, CUMMING!***" Nagoriyuki shouted, gritting his fangs against each other as his face distorted into one of pure elation, his cock shooting ropes all over Chipp's body, only bringing Chipp's own cock to a climax too, the two men spraying cum all over each other just from the sheer intensity of the rimjob Chipp was giving.

"C-Chipp... How the hell... Shit." Nagoriyuki tried to catch his breath, his pecs heaving up and down as he tried to get a hold of himself, trying to block the lust from clouding his mind any further. "You really are Tsuyoshi's student; you might be ready for the second lesson he imparted to me soon enough... But let's clean up first." Nagoriyuki smiled, wiping sweat off his brow as his eyes worked over Chipp, the shinobi glazed in sweat, cum, and loose hairs, a look of pure elation and exhaustion gracing his chiselled, angular face. No words came out of Chipp's mouth, only a weak thumbs up from the drained boy who was so energetic mere minutes ago.

"He's always putting on a happy face, always staying positive... Hah, maybe I need lessons from him more than he needs them from me."