A New Motivation: Chapter 27

Been a bit slow writing this week as I work on stuff in the background, but everything should update by the end of the week!

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From the very moment that my interest in Akeno began, I knew that actually pursuing my feelings would involve being pushed out of my comfort zone, just a little. Compared to her, my tastes were somewhat tame, but I was open to new experiences.

I can't say I expected this though.

The silicone plug was sky blue, sparkly, and heavier than I expected. I stared at it, mouth agape, before slowly looking up at Akeno who stared back at me with innocent eyes. “Seriously?”

“What's wrong? I thought you said it was a good idea?” she tilted her head in a move that would have been cute if I didn't know what she was doing.

“I said it would be interesting,” I corrected, looking at the plug in my hand with a slightly wary gaze. “Now that I'm actually looking at it though isn't it a little… big?”

“It's actually the smallest one I could find with the function I wanted.”

I looked up in confusion only to freeze as she held up a little blue remote. With a cheeky grin, she clicked it on and the plug in my hand suddenly started vibrating. It started subtly at first, before growing in intensity as she turned the dial all the way to max.

I was left completely aghast, staring at the toy with a dropped jaw and flushed cheeks. Akeno giggled at my reaction, slowly turning the dial down until the thing was off again. “If that's how you react when it's in your hand, I can't wait to see what you look like when it's actually inside you.”

My jaw snapped shut with a click, the reminder of what I agreed to rigging in my ears. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to think of a rebuttal before eventually settling on a squeaky, “For our first date though?”

“Like you said, it'll be interesting,” Akeno smiled, before she leaned close, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, “Besides, it'll help you get ready for what comes after our date.”

Her tone left no doubts as to what she could be talking about, and my cheeks flared crimson as I caught her meaning. I looked at her, then back to the plug, then back to her again, and nodded slowly. “Alright, I'll… put it in.”

“And keep it in for the whole day?” Akeno asked, her eyes glittering as I nodded. “Good girl.”

Her voice sent a shiver up my spine, a tingling that radiated through my entire body. This girl…

Seemingly oblivious to what she was doing to me, Akeno leaned down and pecked me on the cheek, her lips lingering for just a moment before she pulled away with a satisfied smile. “I'll see you after school, then.”

Akeno left the room a moment later, leaving me alone with the sparkly blue menace. I stared at it for a long moment, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I swallowed hard, turning the plug over in my hands as I imagined where I was about to put it. How was today going to go?

I had to admit, the idea of keeping something inside of me all day at the behest of my girlfriend was… incredibly hot. It was very naughty, a secret hidden just beneath the fabric of my uniform.

And Akeno still had the remote, which meant she held the power to make me squirm with the press of a button.

The thought made a fresh wave of heat wash over me.

~~~

A few hours later, I was sorely regretting my decisions.

I sat in the back of the classroom, trying my hardest to look like a normal, attentive student. The teacher droned on up front, his voice a monotonous hum that I couldn't focus on to save my life thanks to the silicone toy lodged firmly inside of me, making its presence known every time I shifted my weight in the chair.

It had been a few hours since I put it in and it had grown only marginally more comfortable since then. Just as I suspected, it stretched me out much more than Akeno's fingers or tongue ever had, and there was just no way I could possibly ignore it.

I bit my lip, staring resolutely at my notebook, though I hadn't taken a single note in the last twenty minutes. I was hyper-aware of my own body, of the way the fabric of my panties rubbed against me, of the subtle ache that was beginning to build deep in my core.

It was distracting enough that I seriously considered just taking it out. I could just go to the bathroom, pull it out, and hide it in my bag until the day was over. Akeno would never have to know.

But, that would be cheating. I had agreed to this, and the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her on our very first date. Not to mention, the thought of her reaction when she realized I really did keep it in all day was something I was looking forward to.

I just had to keep it hidden from literally everyone else until then which was... easier said than done

I shifted again and accidentally let out a muffled gasp as the plug scraped against my sensitive inner walls. Sitting next to me, Rias gave me an odd look.

I offered her a reassuring smile that I was sure looked more like a grimace. Rias’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly sensing the something was wrong but unable to place it. Eventually, she turned back to the front of the room, not pressing the issue.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, forcing my shoulders to relax. That was close. Those in the peerage would be the hardest to hide from considering they knew about Akeno and I and - more importantly - Akeno's more lewd proclivities, but I should be able to hide it as long as I don't spend too much time around them.

Up front, the teacher moved on to a new subject and I turned a page in my notebook, only to freeze, eyes widening as the plug began to move inside of me.

It started as a low hum, barely noticeable over the teacher’s voice. My breath hitched in my throat as the vibration rang through my lower half, setting my nerves alight with a tingling pleasure that only continued to build.

Here!? I thought, trying to battle against the pleasure coursing through me. My hands gripped the ride of my notebook, paper crumpling as the plug began vibrating even harder than before. It was insanely intense and I knew that if this kept up, my moans wouldn't be the only thing people noticed when I broke.

“Miss Okita?”

I jolted in my seat, the sudden movement causing the plug to shift dangerously inside me. My head snapped up, eyes wide and frantic, to find the the teacher peering at me over his glasses, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“Y-yes?” I managed to squeak out, my voice just barely coming out as normal.

“I asked if you could solve this equation on the board,” the teacher said, gesturing towards the chalkboard with a piece of chalk. I stared at him before turning to look at the equation. I knew the answer, but actually going up there and writing it down right now was...

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I blurted out, the words tumbling from my mouth in a rush. “It’s an emergency.”

The teacher blinked, surprised by my outburst, but quickly waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, well, go ahead then. Hurry back.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shot up from my chair, the sudden motion sending a fresh jolt of sensation through me as the plug shifted. I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep a noise from escaping, my hand flying out to grip the edge of the desk to steady myself as a wave of dizziness washed over me.

I staunchly didn't look at Akeno, sitting an aisle away, and I forced my legs to move, stumbling slightly as I made my way to the door. I could feel eyes on my back, Rias and other students who were doubtlessly worried about me, and felt my cheeks get hot as I stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me.

The vibrations stopped instantly.

I slumped against the doorframe, letting out a ragged breath that I had been holding in for what felt like an eternity. The silence of the hallway was a stark contrast to the chaos of my own body, and I took a moment to just breathe.

I looked down at my skirt, which was tented slightly thanks to the plug, and knew I would have to fix that before going back in. I reached down, making sure my clothes were straight, before turning to head back to the classroom.

As my hand closed around the handle, I looked back through the small glass window in the center of the door. My eyes scanned the room, looking for a certain dark-haired girl, and found her instantly.

Akeno's chin was resting in her palm, her violet eyes locked squarely on me through the glass pane. Even from here, I could see the amused, smirk on her face and I watched as she raised a single hand, wiggling her fingers slowly in a little wave. Her other hand was in the pocket of her blazer, no doubt thumbing the controller.

This girl is going to kill me, I thought faintly, before stumbling away towards the bathroom.

It wasn't quite an emergency, but I did have to pee.

~~~

The heavy thud of a bowling ball meeting the floorboards rattled through the air, followed closely by the explosive crash of pins scattering. I looked up, blinking rapidly as the sound dragged me out of my daze. The persistent buzz of the plug had been a constant distraction all day and now, at the bowling alley, the noise and activity were warring with my need for concentration.

Akeno walked back toward me, a smirk playing on her lips that I was sure had nothing to do with her score. “It’s your turn again, Nero,” she said in a sing-song voice.

I let out a shaky sigh, pushing myself up from the plastic bench and grabbing a ball from the rack, trying to find a comfortable grip. My fingers felt clumsy, though the action should have been familiar to me.

I approached the lane, trying to ignore the feeling of the plug shifting with every step. Usually, I’d consider myself pretty decent at bowling, but given that I was struggling to even walk in a straight line, it was a given that my usual skill would suffer.

I drew my arm back and swung forward, releasing the ball. It left my hand with a wobble, and I watched in dismay as it immediately veered to the right, sliding straight into the gutter with a dull thud. Again.

I glared over my shoulder at Akeno, who was watching me with that infuriatingly innocent expression. “I’m usually better,” I defended weakly.

“Are you?” Akeno tilted her head, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Because you told me you were good at this. You didn't mention that your balls land in he gutter more than one the lane.”

“I usually don't have to deal with something vibrating inside of me while I’m trying to aim,” I hissed under my breath, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening in.

Akeno’s hand slipped into her pocket, her eyes never leaving mine. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

I braced myself, but nothing could have prepared me for the sudden surge of power. The vibrations spiked suddenly, going from a low buzz to an intense roar against my inner walls that made my knees buckle. I gasped, my grip on the second ball tightening convulsively as my body seized up.

“A-Akeno!” I choked out, trying to glare at her, but the expression was likely ruined by the flush rapidly spreading down my neck.

My body betrayed me completely. I tried to swing my arm to send the ball down the lane, but my coordination was shot. The ball slipped from my fingers too early, bouncing pathetically off the lane and rolling into the gutter next to ours.

The humiliation was the last straw. I crumbled to my knees on the polished wood, fighting to keep a moan from escaping my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, one hand braced against the floor while the other clutched my stomach, trying desperately to breathe through the overwhelming sensation pulsing inside me.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

An attendant walked up, having noticed my weird behavior. His face was twisted in concern and his eyes held a tinge of suspicion. I glanced desperately at Akeno, knowing that if I opened my mouth right now, the only thing that would come out would be a moan.

“She’s fine,” Akeno came to my rescue, her voice the picture of concerned affection. “She’s just been feeling a little under the weather all day. I think the heat is getting to her.”

The man looked from me to Akeno and back again, his brow furrowing in skepticism. He took a half-step forward, as if to inspect me closer. “We have a first aid kit in the back if she needs—”

“That won’t be necessary,” Akeno interrupted smoothly, sliding an arm around my waist. Her hand dipped dangerously low, her fingers teasing the waistband of my skirt just out of sight. “I’ll take care of her. I just need to get her back to the bench so she can sit down and drink some water.”

She didn’t wait for him to respond. With a gentle tug Akeno helped me to my feet. My legs felt like jelly and I leaned heavily against her, burying my face in her shoulder to hide my flushed face.

Akeno guided me back to the bench, sitting me down with surprising gentleness before taking the spot right next to me. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear, contrasting sharply with the cool air of the alley.

“That was close,” she whispered, her tone lacking any real remorse. “You almost got us caught.”

I shot her an incredulous stare that was no doubt ruined by my bright red cheeks and heaving chest. “You’re the one who turned it up!”

“I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about,” Akeno giggled. “Besides, you looked so cute trying to hold it in.”

She leaned back, draping her arm over the back of the bench, her violet eyes scanning the room. Her smirk faded just a fraction, her expression turning more thoughtful. “Although, I think that attendant suspects something. It's probably best if we leave.”

I swallowed, trying not to glance over at him. “Alright. To dinner then?”

Akeno nodded, standing up and offering me her hand. “Dinner. I’m getting hungry.”

There was a glint in her eyes that suggested a different kind of hunger entirely, and my mouth went dry. I swallowed roughly, managing to croak out, “Y-yeah. Me too."

She giggled again, clearly enjoying my lost composure, and pulled me to my feet. I had to lean on her for a moment to regain my balance, my legs still trembling from the earlier stimulation. We gathered our things and made a hasty exit, ignoring the unfinished game and the confused look of the attendant as we slipped out the door.

~~~

The restaurant was Akeno's contribution to the date considering she had lived here much longer than me. It was a cozy, dimly lit place with candles on the tables and soft music playing in the background. Despite that, it also didn't look exceedingly fancy or snooty, and we were able to walk in without reservations.

I expected Akeno to continue her torment. With every waiter that walked by or every time the conversation lulled, I tensed, waiting for that telltale hum to start up again, but to my surprise, the remote stayed in her purse and the plug stayed silent.

It was a relief, honestly. We were actually able to have a nice conversation, talking about everything and nothing, our topics ranking from school, the peerage, and inane things like weather in Kuoh versus that in the Underworld.

The food was delicious. The company was better.

Still, sven with the vibrations mercifully silent, the constant presence of the plug was impossible to ignore, an a low buzz of arousal simmered just beneath my skin even as I finished my meal

Akeno, of course, noticed. She would glance at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes dark and knowing, a small smile playing on her lips every time she saw me squirm. She knew didn't need even the remote to keep me on edge; she just needed to look at me the right way.

By the time the check was paid, I was flushed again, desperate to be alone with her and desperate to get this thing out of me. Or maybe have it put to better use.

We barely made it through the door of my apartment before Akeno was on me. The moment the lock clicked shut, her arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against her body. The smell of her perfume, mixed with the lingering scent of the dinner we’d just had, washed over me, sweet and utterly intoxicating.

Our faces were inches apart, her breath mingling with mine. I could see the dark desire pooling in her violet eyes, mirroring the hunger I felt twisting in my gut.

“The date was lovely,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I managed to reply, my own voice coming out rougher than I intended. “Though I’ll admit I was a bit… distracted.”

Akeno’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk. “I noticed. You did so well for me, though.”

Her hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, deftly undoing them one by one. “I’m very happy you kept it in all day like I asked.”

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I didn't protest as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. I reached for her, fumbling with the clasps of her own outfit, and we stumbled toward the bedroom in a tangle of limbs and discarded fabric, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake.

By the time we fell onto the bed, we were down to our underwear. Akeno was wearing a set of midnight blue lingerie that framed her curves perfectly and left very little to the imagination. I barely had a moment to appreciate the view before she was kissing me, her tongue battling mine for dominance.

Her hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my ribs and the dip of my waist before settling on my hips. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down with a sly grin. I lifted my hips to help her, hissing slightly as the fabric slid over the base of the plug. The movement shifted the toy inside me, drawing a low whine from my throat.

Akeno tossed the panties to the floor, her eyes locking onto the base of the plug nestled inside of me. She bit her lip, a look of hungry satisfaction crossing her face.

“You have no idea how sexy this is,” she murmured, running a finger along the flared base. “Seeing you walk around all day, knowing this was in you… it was torture.”

“I think it was the other way around,” I panted, watching her hand.

Akeno hummed low in her throat before leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to my inner thigh that made my breath hitch.

“Trust me, it was hard for me too,” she whispered, her violet eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. “I’ve been soaked since lunch.”

The admission sent a jolt of arousal straight through me, sharper even than the vibrations had been.

She leaned back, before leaning off of the bed and reaching down into her purse. I expected her to grab the remote again, perhaps to finish what she started earlier, but instead, she pulled out something that made my breath catch in my throat.

Long thick, and made of purple silicone, the double-sided dildo was thick and intimidating and much bigger than anything I'd ever thought about putting inside of me

“I hope you’re good and warmed up,” Akeno purred, running her tongue along the length of the toy with a sultry gaze. “Because I’ve been waiting to use this all week.”

I swallowed, my throat clicking audibly.

“Akeno…” I started, a tremor of nervousness running through me. “I’ve never… I mean, that looks…” My brain failed to come up with a word for it that didn't sound terrified. “...big.”

Akeno chuckled, leaning over me to press a soft kiss to my lips. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately. The speed of my replies seemed to surprise her a little bit, before her expression softened and a smile slid across her face.

“I’m glad,” she murmured against my mouth. “Then just relax and let me handle everything. You’ve done so well following orders today. Don't stop now.”

I nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched her settle between my legs. Akeno didn’t waste time. She reached down, her fingers gripping the base of the plug, and with a slow, deliberate twist, she began to pull it out.

I gasped at the sensation, the sudden emptiness almost as jarring as the fullness had been. My body felt loose, sensitive, and oddly empty without the plug inside me, but before I could even process the loss, the thick, silicone head of the dildo was pressing against my pussy, spreading me open and making me bite my lip.

Akeno worked slowly, her hands steady and reassuring as she guided the toy into me. The stretch was intense, far more than the plug had been, and my breath hitched as my body struggled to accommodate the intrusion.

She seemed to sense my tension immediately, leaning down to pepper kisses along my neck and collarbone, murmuring soft words of encouragement against my skin in a move that was oddly comforting compared to way the girl had acted last time we had sex.

“Just relax for me, Nero,” she whispered, her voice a soothing my frayed nerves. “Breathe. You’re doing so well.”

I forced myself to exhale, trying to unclench the muscles in my thighs as she pushed deeper. The silicone was slick with lubricant -- when had she grabbed that? -- and it slid in with surprising ease once I stopped fighting it. The feeling of fullness returned, but this was different. It was heavier, deeper, and as it slid deeper, my pussy pulsed with a phantom heat that made my toes curl.

Finally, she bottomed out, the other end of the dildo jutting out lewdly from her grasp. Akeno looked down at where the toy entered me, a flush painting her cheeks.

“See?” she breathed out, sounding a little winded herself. She must have been really worked jp. “I told you that you could take it.”

She gave the toy an experimental thrust, and I cried out, my back arching off the mattress. It was so much deeper than the plug had ever been, pressing against places that made my vision blur.

The stimulation was insane, coming from places I didn't even know existed until now. I gasped, my hands clenching into the sheets below me as my head lolled, “Akeno… please…”.

"It's good, right?” she asked, her face painted with lust as she worked the toy in and out of me. I nodded, unable to say anything over the feelings inside of me, and she licked her lips, “You look so amazing like this Nero. It makes me want a taste…”

Shifting her position, Akeno swung one leg over me, straddling my hips. She was soaking wet, and I watched with wide, hungry eyes as she lowered herself onto the other end of the dildo.

Her head tipped back, a low moan falling from her lips as she took the toy inside pussy. Inch by inch, she sank down, her body opening up to take the silicone deep. She looked absolutely breathtaking, her pale skin flushed with arousal, her lips parted as she panted for air.

When she finally bottomed out, our hips met, the base of the dildo connecting us in the most intimate way possible. Akeno let out a shuddering breath, her hands braced against my stomach as she adjusted to the size.

“This is better than I dreamed of,” she groaned, rolling her hips experimentally. The movement dragged the toy inside both of us, and I cried out, my hands flying to her thighs to anchor myself. The friction was unlike anything I had ever felt, the ridges of the silicone dragging against my inner walls as Akeno began to move.

We fell into a rhythm quickly, a messy, desperate grind that left us both gasping for air. Akeno rode me, her head thrown back, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and I couldn't help but reach up, cupping them in my hands and teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

“Nero,” she gasped, her movements becoming more erratic. “Yes, just like that.”

Akeno leaned forward, changing the angle, and suddenly the dildo was pressing against a spot inside me that made me see stars. I cried out, my nails digging into her hips as she began to grind down with renewed vigor. We were moving together, sweaty bodies rolling in sync with one another as we both sought release.

Akeno stared into my eyes, mouth open and panting. For once, there were no teasing remarks or gentle commands; she just moved against me, swept up in the wave of pleasure like I was.

“I’m close,” Akeno panted, her movements becoming jerky and desperate. “So close.”

“Me too,” I managed to choke out, the pressure in my core building to a breaking point. “Akeno, please...”

“Cum for me, Nero,” she demanded, her command a breathless song that I couldn't disobey even if I wanted to.

With one final, sharp roll of her hips, she shattered. Akeno cried out, her back arching beautifully as her orgasm crashed over her. The sight of her coming undone, coupled with the feeling of the toy moving inside me in time with her spasms, was the last push I needed.

My vision went white as I tumbled over the edge with her. I let out a hoarse cry, my body bowing off the mattress as my orgasm ripped through me. Waves of pleasure radiated outward from my pussy, setting my nerves alight with a shocking thrill. I could feel myself clamping down on the dildo, milking it as the aftershocks rippled through me, and the knowledge that the same thing was happening to Akeno right across from me only served to make my orgasm even stronger.

Moments later, we collapsed against the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us gasping for air as the aftershocks of our twin releases continued to ripple through us. Akeno rested on top of me, her much larger chest pressed against mine as we breathed heavily.

After a long moment, Akeno stirred, slowly lifting herself off the toy. I let out a soft whimper at the sudden loss, but the sound was quickly swallowed by Akeno’s lips as she leaned down to kiss me.

It was a slow, languid kiss, as if she was trying to savour the taste. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss mixed with the salt of our sweat, a combination that was oddly comforting after the intense feelings I just experienced.

When we finally pulled apart, Akeno gently worked the dildo out of me, setting it aside on the nightstand with a soft clatter. The emptiness that returned was welcomed this time, a dull, heavy ache that signaled the end of a long, trying day. I felt boneless, melting into the mattress like a puddle of wax.

Akeno flopped down beside me, the mattress bouncing under her weight. She let out a contented sigh, wriggling closer until she was pressed against my side, her head resting on my shoulder. The cool air of the room felt good against my overheated skin, but the warmth radiating from her body was even better.

“That was...” she trailed off, sounding surprisingly breathless.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice just the dame. “It really was.”

“You know,” Akeno murmured sleepily, tracing idle patterns on my stomach with her fingertip. “I think that was almost as fun as our first m time. We should definitely do that again.”

I let out a weak laugh, turning my head to press a kiss against her hair. “Give me a little bit to recover first. I've never done this before, but I have a feeling I'm going to be twelve different kinds of sore tomorrow.”

She giggled, the sound vibrating against my chest, but she didn't argue. Instead, she nestled in closer, draping one leg over mine and sighing contentedly. The room was quiet now, save for the sound of our breathing slowly evening out. The adrenaline and arousal had faded, replaced by a comfortable exhaustion that made my eyelids feel like lead.

Akeno seemed to feel the same as she snuggled deeper into me, making it clear she had no intentions of moving any time soon. I reached down, grabbing the comforter and pulling it up onto our bodies. The lights were still on, so I used my Devil Bringer to turn them off, plunging the room into darkness as exhaustion crept up on me.

I sighed, wrapping one arm around my girlfriend's waist and hugging her close as my eyes drifted shut. My room was a mess, and the dildo was still just sitting there on the nightstand, but it could wait until the morning. Moving was the last thing I wanted to do right now.