Pleasure City of Dis

[Apollymi]

It would seem the plan of Kolin would work as intended. The stopping of her depth upon the ronin's tool would eventually catch his attention. And because he wished for more, he'd force the issue. How did he do this? With a surprisingly good amount of force. The man's hand came down on the back of Kolin's head and force his full length into her throat. She would have immediately inhaled water, if there wasn't a whole cock now plugging her throat. A swallowing motion would occur as her body tried and failed to claim anything but more cock down her throat. Nice. This was almost as good as when Jason did it. And it would only continue to get better.

The force of that first hit was but a mere hiccup. The ones which came after had the woman moaning around the thing buried in her mouth and throat, vibrating against it as she struggled to breathe and wouldn't have been able to regardless because of her current placement. How long would it go until she couldn't breathe anymore. How much would she have to struggle to get free? Would she even be able to manage it? Did she care to? As stars dotted her vision her loins tingled deeply as she took the full brunt of a rather aggressive assault on her mouth and throat. Soon enough there would be bubbles escaping, but not enough to warrant worry about her breath holding. How long would she be able to keep this up? Well, her current thought was about three minutes. At minute four she'd lose the ability to hold her breath and by minute five if she couldn't take another she'd pass out and force the issue. Still, she'd let it continue. Deciding to let the man smash her face against his pelvis under water until he reached satisfaction or she passed out whichever happened first.

[Bloodedge]

Better indeed. Izou's plan hadn't even properly begun yet. At the current time, Kolin was in charge of her satisfaction. He wasn't one of her little dogs, though; this was all for his own pleasure. Kolin was simply fortunate enough to have their desires line up properly, as Izou enjoyed the feel of her throat about as much as she enjoyed having a dick shoved in it. She could easily be called the best of them in certain situations. That bitchy attitude riled him up, making the act of taking out any existing aggressions on her body that much more satisfying.

The question at present was: how long would she remain beneath the water? Izou wasn't going to stop her, though she had the short amount of time after every push to seek air. Oh, there were bubbles appearing. There weren't many, but it wasn't Izou's place to be concerned regardless. It was more than obvious that Kolin enjoyed a fair bit of asphyxiation. In the same respect, Izou was enjoying himself too much to let this stop any time soon. Minutes began to pass. The ronin was surprised she actually had this much lung capacity. A few minutes were gone soon enough, about four or five before Izou noticed the rising intensity of bubbles. Ah, she was nearly done then, wasn't she? What a shame; he wasn't nearly done. Izou had been plowing his way through so many of the local whores, this wasn't going to be nearly enough. If she let herself black out, he would know by the lack of applied suction. Only then would he care enough to do something different.

[Apollymi]

Izou was the type to take advantage of Kolin's rather interesting shift in personality while partaking of bedroom activities. Though she had a fairly high lung capacity, even she would eventually run out of breath. The bubbles were rising as her body tried to reclaim air, but at the same time, she was fine with not letting it do so. If she passed out here, there was no real negatives for her, the only potential bad would be the releasing of the lad's groin due to lack of suction. Such a thing would occur but only after Kolin herself blacked out.

Before that moment though, Izou's cock would be brushing against her tonsils, buried in the back of her throat repeatedly by his own actions. It would be best if he kept this up, and let her be conscious, but if he didn't want that it wasn't really a problem for her. Strangely there was a high tier amount of pleasure to be taken from being treated in this way. Her loins were moist beneath the water and she was distinctly aroused, even as her vision blackened she she lacked the ability to take in air. The bubbles would continue and then her body would lose all resistance as she passed into the depths of darkness. Lovely. What would Izou do? She could only wonder, but it didn't really matter much what kind of thing he chose to do in this moment, she was enjoying her actions already.

[Bloodedge]

Of all the choices that were available, it did seem Kolin would be letting herself pass out from the lack of air intake. That rapid influx of bubbles appeared, but Izou didn't notice any strong resistance from the woman trying to force her way to surface. How interesting. Eventually, her lack of consciousness was made obvious by how little he felt. It was still pleasant to keep stuffing her throat, but his base was not nearly as satisfied without the conscious effort from Kolin's end of things. This had to change... after he felt the natural clutch of her throat a few more times, that is.

"Chikushou. Could've taken two seconds to breathe, dumbass," he mused while pulling the woman off his crotch, by her hair which he grasped by the roots. This was an interesting look for the domineering Kolin─ slack jaw, water pouring from face and hair alike, no sneering glare being shot his way. Ah, but he already found himself missing those traits. Seeing that look of supremacy change over time was exactly what he wanted out of this session. It was best to wake the queen at some point, then. First, Izou tugged her aside by the hair, letting her head lean over the side of the bathtub. The swordsman exited the tub thereafter, standing on the side she leaned from and wondering exactly what approach he would take.

While looking down at that hanging head and that humongous rack at the water's surface, though, the decision was made clear. He would brace himself against the tub, and shove himself all the way to the bottom of Kolin's throat by taking an even better angle. With her head upside-down, the slight upward curve of his rod allowed a perfect insertion. Izou could even feel himself rubbing against her tongue from the top of his shaft─ a very interesting added sensation. Since he was standing as well, there was a much greater impact brought about by thrusting. He thought maybe she could wake up from the more aggressive assault on her throat, or maybe even the pair of balls slapping vigorously against her nose would do the trick. . .

[Apollymi]

Kolin obviously wouldn't be allowed to die, though she would be passed out for a while. If she'd been conscious she might have had a properly confusing reaction to having her hair pulled so aggressively. She also would have had a few choice words for Izou, since he'd decided to call her a dumbass. Of course, she was a bit dumb, but she didn't need someone to tell her that, she definitely didn't like being insulted. Well, that wasn't entirely true, she did sort of like it, but that wasn't something she'd ever say aloud.

Whatever the case, her face, mouth and hair lost the water that had been in it, and she went back to breathing as normal. Perhaps consciousness would come sweetly sometime later for the woman? But no, it was not to be. Instead of a gentle waking somewhere else she was brought back to consciousness by a cacophony of sounds and a strange dip into her throat. Izou instead of waking her like a normal human was plowing his way into her throat from above her, his balls slapping against her nose as he got a rather aggressive angle on her person. She didn't actually mind this thinking about it. She might actually like it. At the very least, the woman went ahead and began sucking at his rod again. It wasn't as if she couldn't do that after all it also wasn't like she didn't enjoy it. Still, if one caught sight of her face, she appeared to be fuming. The entire color of her face was red, those cold blue eyes of hers were cut at sharp angles and she stared as if she could kill someone with a look alone. But that was simply how she was at the end of the day, no more no less.

[Bloodedge]

In the midst of his thrusting, Izou was made to realize when Kolin awoke. The presence of suction was the only proper sign, but that was alright. It was a shame he couldn't see that red, angry little face of hers, though; it would have been a wonderful addition if not hidden by his chosen angle. "Ho─ finally awake?" the man said. Her hidden approval of being insulted was, once again, going to be a stroke of luck. Izou had much more to say, and he had no remaining reprehensions about how he spoke to this woman within the bedroom─ not after what he'd learned recently. "You're either an idiot, or way too cock-hungry to let yourself black out like that. Gotta wonder which one it is~" he quipped.

Izou almost seemed to desire some sort of response, but no, he didn't care for a verbal one. After all, one couldn't be worth much salt if offered by Kolin while her throat was still occupied. What if Kolin wanted to try, though? Maybe he could deter that a bit. Yes, what a great idea it was for Izou to take hold of her throat at this strange angle, effectively turning her neck into a sleeve for his rod. With a squeeze applied, he could feel the movement of his own cock through her very flesh. Maybe that was a bit tight, in that case... but ah well. From his understanding, Kolin's true form accepted sex the way a berserker warrior would accept combat against an evenly-matched foe: aggressive, painful, and with a blatant disregard for the other's health. Izou happened to be into the theory of that, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it in practice as well. Kolin did deserve her credit for something, at the end of it all, even if that something wasn't what she claimed to want.

[Apollymi]

She was finally awake, but that didn't stop the harsh look she gave him. he probably couldn't see it from the angle he was taking, but that didn't much matter. She was getting what she wanted out of this arrangement so that was a good time. But Izou was also full of sassy commentary. Was she just after his cock so much she was willing to black out to get it? Probably, but that wasn't something she needed someone to express aloud. She wanted to speak on the matter but it came out as garbled moans and the movement of her tongue against the cock occupying her mouth and throat. No she had no intention of stopping what she was doing, but she intended to express her displeasure about it regardless at some point. It could wait for now though since she wasn't actually displeased with the actions he was taking. She didn't have to do anything and he'd keep shoving himself down her throat. Good. And so long as she remembered to breathe every once in a while, not much would happen to her until he was done and spilled that first burst down the length of her orifice.

In her own mind she deserved so much credit. She was here, accepting such rough treatment, expecting it even. Other women wanted so much softness and cuddling out of men and she wanted none of that. All she needed was for them to do what she wanted and get out of her way when she was done with them. Why was this such a hard thing for everyone else to understand? Well, not everyone had a hard time understand, this was obvious by Izou's current actions.

[Bloodedge]

Kolin's delusions were apparent to so many. Izou was no exception to being one who understood. She most likely believed this was all for her sake, while Izou merely understood that he could properly get away with using her as a masturbatory tool. It happened to work out for both of them. Those muffled moans of Kolin's spoke to the contrary of this, though. Ah, it must have been her reaction to the trash-talking. How wonderful. "What? Gonna act like you don't like it? Urusai~" he said while thrusting once more, burying himself in the queen's throat after having the great sensation of his sack slapping against her face again. This time, he forcibly throbbed within the depths of her throat for a while.

Izou managed to even leak preejaculate into the woman's throat, just a bit. Interesting; he wasn't expecting that. Regardless, he wouldn't be stopped. With his hand clenching around her throat, which itself was nothing more than a sleeve at this point, he flexed his groin until he could feel it on the outside. "Swallow," he ordered. At this point, he wanted to feel the movement of her esophagus around his girth. That would do quite well, he thought. With that, he could be a bit more satisfied. "You're not gonna get away with just sucking all day. Get some technique, or you're not gonna get your treat at the end~"

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Kolin liked the treatment she was receiving and she shouldn't try to lodge her complaints. As if. She was cross that he dared try and take advantage, the fact that she also liked it shouldn't have been problematic at all. Izou was taking advantage of her, but she was the one deciding to do it, as such, she wasn't actually upset. But admitting that wasn't within her normal level of play. If she wasn't at least bitchy she'd lose all her credibility. What took place with Jason was something else entirely, but, everyone else was to be treated with more distance. Yes, Izou was in a different tier from others, and she begrudgingly accepted that, but that didn't mean she would do anything other than be cross whenever she could.

Ah, but she was going to be forced to accept quite a bit. Right at the moment a hand upon her throat as the lad above her face, rather suddenly flexed himself within the fit of her throat. He had a demand to make did he? She needed technique? No... what the hell were these men here for if she need to do extra? That was completely unreasonable. But that demanding tone felt like the sort of thing she would acquiesce to, so she'd swallow hard around his cock, while continuing to breathe out of her nose. Whatever treat she was supposed to get at the end of this, it had better be worth it. The mind of Kolin was a strange place, she wished to be praised and rewarded. She didn't want to do anything. She didn't understand the necessity for technique and the like when it came to what she did, but she expected perfection from the men in her life. If one really took the time to think about it, they'd realize what a sad existence she was, too bad men like Izou were around to keep her from knowing how far below the standard she actually fell.

[Bloodedge]

Izou had to wonder how his demand would work out in the end. Kolin didn't acquiesce to it right away; there was just a moment of hesitation. Oh, what was she going to do? He thought there was a chance for her to mumble some incoherent nonsense, and an almost maximum chance she was thinking no such behavior should be necessary on her part. Never was she going to put forth effort of her own accord, but lo... a proper order and the idea of a reward seemed to be all it took. That deep swallow felt like some sort of cock massage, exquisite in its own right. "Mmm, good girl~" he moaned.

Sadly, Kolin's reward was nowhere in sight right away. Izou was slowly removing himself from her throat, until his tip hovered just beyond the skin of her lips. At that point, his hand patted the side of Kolin's face just twice, while he looked down upon her with the cheekiest grin. "You're good with your hands, aren't ya'? Give it some of those good strokes. While you're at it, lap it up~" Ah, there would be no end to Izou's demands this day. Whether Kolin accepted her own preferences, or griped about being against his nonsense or whatever else, he'd be having his way. After all, it was something that worked out for her anyway, right? She was a lazy slut playing the part of a queen. Even if there was no questioning her status as a queen, this was her true natural element: in the position of the submissive brat that she was.

[Apollymi]

Izou could wonder about Kolin's reactions, and Kolin would wonder right along with him. There was never any telling how much of a problem she would have with any random thing done or not done. At this point, she was obviously just enjoying herself to some great extent. What would come of her following the direction given from the man currently above her, she'd get called a good girl. Did she like that? Probably, it seemed to register as praise in her own mind at the very least. So at least that particular action would happen again since she was being given positive feedback. Not that she enjoyed or needed affirmation right?

Soon enough he was exiting her throat and that would come along with a moan from the obviously bitchy woman. Whatever the case, the tip of his manhood was now just beyond her mouth and she could speak again. And what would be the first thing she said? Well it'd be in direct response to this man's sudden list of demands. "I don't remember telling you I'd just take demands from you," she claimed. Strangely enough even though she said this, she was rather easily seen reaching up to stroke his cock while her tongue flickered across it. "I don't remember agreeing to all this extra work," she claimed between movements of her tongue and hands. Truthfully, she gave handjobs way more often than anything else so she had some talent with the action a firm grip that wasn't too dainty from a soft hand. The shaft already slick with precum and her own saliva made it easy to move her hand about and she would do so, because she felt like humoring the man before her. Yes that was it. She was just humoring him.

[Bloodedge]

She didn't remember telling him she'd just take his demands, she said. She didn't remember agreeing to extra work, she added. Yet still, she did just as he demanded. To Izou, this woman was an easy claim─ the perfect outlet for any residual aggression he needed to let out. This was quite fun. Izou even enjoyed her bitchy little claims. It reminded him of battles between swordsmen, when one's arrogance was once required to win before one's blade could strike true and end a match. Claims of victory over those who would soon suffer defeat at his hands... that was Izou's element.

So then, in response to Kolin's lapse in memory, Izou could do little but tap his own head. "That so? Must've happened when you forgot you weren't supposed to pass out with my meat in your throat. If you want the good shit, don't make it boring enough for me to go soft. Good thing you woke up, yeah?" he mentioned. Now, he got to experience Kolin's hand for himself. To some in this world, it was a legendary thing. How many died over the millennia for just a chance to have this woman's experienced hand on their cock? Just the same, how many never got to realize how little they would get from going farther with her, at least without having some ability to... put her where she belonged, so to speak. "You've got yourself a good hand there. I gotta wonder, how's your ass?" he questioned without hesitation. That tingle upon his tip was a wonderful contrast to the firm grip on his shaft. Due to this combination, he was progressing quite nicely. All he had left to wonder was where he'd be shoving his rod next.

[Apollymi]

As much as Izou was in his element, Kolin was also in hers. Being bratty was second nature to her, and she'd found that a certain amount of demeaning was pretty good for her own work. She enjoyed a bit when men took what they wanted from her. She liked when they didn't just take her attitude though it was very specific to a moment like this. Not when she needed to get things done, but specifically when they were in such a space. Maybe she realized this somewhere in her subconsious. Maybe this was why she chased after that ultimate goal. Too bad Izou wasn't as perfect for her as he could be. He was cute but not blonde, he was dominating in the right times, but someone who was literally an assassin slave for richer people didn't have much of his own. She couldn't ever be fully satisfied by him, he'd never properly compare to the man who'd turned her down. She might have realized this deep down inside at least partially because of things she had to say in response to Jason's oaths, but, that didn't mean she wouldn't take advantage of moments like this when the man was here and willing to give her what she wanted while appreciating and cherishing the time he got to spend with her.

Yes, that is how she thought of it. "People don't agree to shit while they're unconscious... and you better not hold out," she said as if she was the one in charge here. She thought she was, whether it was the truth or not was up to the interpretation of the individuals present. In the moment she was complimented for the use of her hand. Of course she was, she was rather good at it, the best at it even. She'd been told that so many times before. Strangely the praise felt more genuine coming from the man whose cock she continued stroking over her own face. He claimed it was good but he wondered about her rear. Well, that was an interesting question. She assumed it was as good as the rest of her, but she also wasn't really the sort to admit that. "Fuck if I know what it's like. It's my ass, its your job to figure it out, if you think you're up to it..." she said following up those words with her tongue twisting around the tip of him at the same time as that hand moving back and forth. Right that was about the right level of salt. He would be the one to figure out if he liked such a thing, and she'd enjoy a good pounding in her rear regardless as long as it was delivered with the right amount of vigor, and she could mostly guarantee that herself even if he wasn't up to it. She'd milk his cock while he decided where else he wished to stick it with only snide commentary to offer in the in between.

[Bloodedge]

"Ho─ I better not hold out? Let's be serious. I'm gonna run you ragged today," Izou proclaimed. Three months trained him well. In that time, he'd been whoring about all over this country, from one room to another across multiple consecutive days. With that sort of recent history, his ability to bed Kolin was not at all in question. Even with her use as a depository, she would have a hard time comparing to the varied prostitutes of Dis. Maybe another of her faces could do the trick properly? This one was quite different when compared to the one he'd originally met, after all. Izou wondered what the one she'd been working on would be like. Whatever the case, that wasn't worth concern now; he still had to test this one's limits.

According to Kolin, it was his job to find out how her ass was... if he thought he was up to it. She had no real idea how 'up to it' he was. "Don't give me that shit," he said. As if to inspect things for himself nonetheless, Izou reached out to grab the woman's body, and lift it from the tub. He decided to leave her upside-down, giving himself access to inspect her undercarriage while she remained in place to continue with his. "Hmm," he mumbled while staring directly into her holes from a birds-eye view. "Mighty tight in there. I might stretch 'em both out." Decisions were so hard to make. He would be getting around to everything in due time though, so it didn't matter what he went to first. Still, he first had to reach the end of this journey's current leg. He was almost there─ Kolin just needed a bit more training for his satisfaction. "Oi, get some ball work going! I've got a present stored up for ya' in there!" With those words offered, Izou decided to test a few things. Specifically, the swordsman chose to jam calloused fingers into the whore queen's cunt─ first one, then two, then three. It was a simple stress test, meant only to find reactions and draw comparisons to something else in the near future. . .

[Apollymi]

Izou claimed the ability to run the Queen ragged. She doubted that seriously. Of course, if he wished to try it would be fun to undertake. She appreciated his enthusiasm when it came to doing things to her. Actually, maybe that was something she always liked, it went along with the general praise she enjoyed. After all, people should always appreciate her. "As if." she stated with the plain disbelief she always felt. The woman was obviously not the sort to give more than she had to, and she was also not thinking at all that anyone would compare to her greatest conquest so far, as she climbed towards the outstanding top.

Apparently she wasn't supposed to challenge him with the idea of figuring out for himself if he was up to trying to conquer her rear. It was hardly a thought she gave much consideration to. Instead a scoff would follow the movements of her tongue and hands. 'Stretch?!' another scoff accompanied the thought. He had no idea the type of punishment she was willing to take, nor that it would hardly make a difference to her if he went in immediately or stretched her out a bit first. Regardless, she supposed it was worth while to let him do his own thing. He'd not been lacking yet. What he was, was annoying. Even though he was now examining her undercarriage from a completely different angle she had no idea what would be appealing about that. "Ugh, you're so fucking needy all of a sudden. I didn't sign up to work for you, who the fuck do you think I am?" she stated. Balls? Who just touched balls, weren't they supposed to be sensitive? She supposed she shouldn't go at them too hard initially, right? She began to roll them around in her unoccupied hand, while she continued stroking his cock and flicking it with her tongue ever so often. This amount of dexterity was annoying as a use thing, she definitely didn't like doing it. But if it got her praise she supposed she could do it regardless. He was lucky, she liked the feeling of those fingers entering her undercarriage. The more that went int he better it felt and the more her loins clutched at his fingers. She could take more, she would like more, fingers weren't enough for her in general, t was basically a tease at this point, but that meant more was coming right? Well, it didn't matter much, her approval came physical and from the moans that escaped her while her mouth was busy.