Chapter 9: Chapter 9
The humid bathroom air clung to Falcon’s skin as she pushed down her sleep shorts. The cool porcelain of the toilet seat awaited her, a mundane morning ritual interrupted by the groan of the door opening. Trainer stood frozen, bleary-eyed, hand still on the knob. "Shit, Falcon, sorry!" He started to retreat instantly, face flushing. "Didn’t hear the—"
A wicked grin spread across Falcon’s face. "Stop." Her voice, still husky from sleep, held a dangerous edge. Before he could react, her hand shot out, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt. She yanked him back into the small space with surprising strength, the momentum slamming the door shut behind him. The snick of the lock was unnaturally loud. Trainer stumbled, bumping against the sink, confusion warring with the sudden, electric awareness of her near-nakedness – just thin panties clinging to her hips.
"Falcon, what—?"
Her answer was a predatory step forward. Her eyes, bright and intent, locked onto his. One hand slid down his chest, past the waistband of his loose sleep pants, fingers seeking and finding the heat already stirring beneath thin cotton boxers. She palmed the hardening length firmly, feeling it jump against her touch. "Payback’s a bitch, Trainer," she breathed, dropping smoothly to her knees on the cool tile floor. The dampness of her own panties pressed against her inner thighs as she knelt.
With deliberate slowness, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of his pants and boxers, dragging them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and already flushed, the tip glistening slightly. She didn’t hesitate. Leaning in, her warm breath washed over him a second before her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum at his slit. A low groan tore from his throat, his hands instinctively finding her hair, fingers tangling in the soft purple strands.
"Fuck, Falcon..." he gasped, hips twitching forward involuntarily.
She smiled against his skin, taking him deeper, her lips forming a tight seal. Her head began to move, slow, deep sucks pulling him into the wet heat of her mouth. Simultaneously, her own free hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. She found her clit instantly, swollen and sensitive, and started rubbing tight, urgent circles, the heel of her hand grinding against her own slick folds. Her other hand snaked back, probing lower, a single finger pressing firmly against the tight furl of her asshole, the pressure sharp and delicious. Moans vibrated around Trainer’s cock, muffled by the flesh filling her mouth as she fucked him with her lips and fucked herself with her fingers, lost in the filthy, demanding rhythm.
"Harder," she commanded, the word thick and wet around him, her head bobbing faster. "Grab my fucking hair and use me."
Trainer’s fingers knotted instantly in her purple hair, not gentle, pulling her head roughly forward. "Suck it deep, you filthy girl," he snarled, thrusting his hips, driving his cock hard against the back of her throat. Falcon gagged, saliva slicking his shaft, her eyes watering as she obeyed, hollowing her cheeks, the obscene schlick of her mouth filling the steamy air. Her own fingers were a frantic blur – two plunging knuckle-deep into her dripping pussy, slick sounds echoing his thrusts, while the thumb of that same hand rubbed demanding circles on her swollen clit, and her other hand’s finger worked relentlessly at her tight asshole, stretching the ring.
"Fuck, yeah! Just like winning the Tenno Sho," Trainer groaned, pistoning into her mouth, watching her knuckles disappear inside herself. He felt the vibrations of her choked moans around his cock, saw the flush creeping down her neck, knew she was close. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around her invading fingers, a pulsing rhythm he could feel through her wrist. "Gonna come, you greedy bitch? Come all over your own hand!"
Falcon’s answer was a muffled scream, her back arching violently as her pussy spasmed, drenching her fingers, her asshole clamping down tight. The intense clenching triggered Trainer’s own climax; he roared, pulling her head flush against him as hot jets of cum pumped straight down her gullet, thick and salty. She swallowed desperately, throat working, some escaping to drip onto her chin and the cool tile below her knees. Trainer’s grip eased slightly as the last pulses faded, leaving him panting, softening in her mouth.
Falcon pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, cum slick on her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand, then shakily pushed herself up. Without a word, she turned and sat heavily on the toilet seat, the cool porcelain a shock against her overheated skin. A loud, steady stream of piss hissed into the bowl immediately, the intimate sound loud in the small room. She sighed, leaning back slightly, the tension draining out of her.
Finished, she instinctively reached towards the toilet paper roll. Trainer dropped to his knees before her, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider. He buried his face between her legs before she could touch the paper. His tongue, broad and rough, lapped firmly up her piss-slick slit, gathering the salty tang mixed with her lingering arousal. He cleaned her thoroughly, tongue delving into her folds, flicking her sensitive clit, sucking gently at her labia. "Clean enough, Champion?" he murmured against her, his breath hot on her wet skin.