Aradia x Damara: This Fic Witch Maid me Horny

Aradia stood idly under the staircase. Soon it would be time, and the new Peixes would join her friends. A cigarette in her mouth, she tried her hardest to light it with her shitty lighter, and, abandoning that, sighed and stuffed it back into the pack as her wings folded up against the cold, rock wall. It was a bit difficult when she had first met her... ancestor? descendant? When she first met the other Megido, and she couldn't help but feel, ever since then, a pair of cold, lifeless eyes staring down the back of her head at every turn.

 

Even for a God, that can be distressing.

 

Nonetheless, in the dark alcove she now rested in, Aradia felt safer than before. Maybe it was because in about fifteen minutes, the Empress-To-Be would meet her for the first time, but Aradia was finally feeling like she was about to do something important in the dreambubbles, as opposed to just showing her old friends the ropes of their new existence.

 

Across a variety of existences, Aradia tensed as she felt something shift. The feeling was back, this time stronger than ever. Aradia ducked her head out from under the staircase, and found herself face-first with--

 

"Konnichiwa, Aradia-chan." Damara said. A smile spread wide across her face, as she took a few steps towards Aradia. Aradia took some time to learn exactly what she was saying; it's safe to say, she was prepared, although not entirely willing to speak with her.

 

"H-Hello, Damara. What can I do for you?" Aradia asks. There's no sense in not being polite, at least. She IS her ectobiological Dancestor, after all.

 

The smile began taking a more sinister look, as she continued approaching Aradia. "I have request. For you." She says. Though her Broken Troll-Japanese was terrible, Aradia could still understand what she was saying. "Very secret. Must tell you in privacy."

 

Aradia looked to her, an uneasy smile spreading across her face. "What is it?"

 

"Listen." And with that, Damara, who had finally cornered Aradia in her tiny alcove under the stairs, pushed her back against the wall and pinned her there. Her whole body pressed up against Aradia as she whispered into her ear. "I want to violate you." Damara's tongue trailed down the side of Aradia's neck, and she felt a sharp pain as Damara bit her.

 

Aradia wasn't sure how to react. With Damara's knee between her legs and her body so close, she couldn't help but feel her strength and focus slipping. Her arms, pinned to the sides, were limp in Damara's grip. She managed to utter, "S-stop!" but was far too preoccupied trying to stifle her moan. When Damara let go of Aradia's arm, she let it fall to the side, as she placed her hand on Aradia's crotch and began to rub her through her maid outfit. Poking and prodding, Aradia shifted upwards, crying out loudly as Damara continued to leave marks on Aradia's neck.

 

"D-Damara!" Aradia cried out, as her body shuddered under her touch. Her mouth hung open, and her tongue hung out of her mouth, which Damara quickly picked up on. Raising her head from Aradia's neck, she planted her lips over hers. Aradia tasted blood, weed, and what had to have been the faint taste of cum. As Damara's fingers probed deeper into her cunt, Aradia let out a loud moan into Damara's mouth as she came.

 

"I tell you more." Damara said as they broke their kiss. "I rape you. With Big blue dildo." Aradia's eyes, glazed over, opened up wider as she said this.

 

She tried focusing on Damara as she breathed heavily. Damara grinned. "W-What?" She finally asked.

 

Behind her, Equius stood, stock-still. Staring. "He watch. Help, too." Equius smiled, sweating profusely. "I invite him to anal. He like idea. You get torn apart. Raped."

 

"Please, n-no..." Aradia said, weak from the orgasm.

 

"Please, yes." Damara said, as she took out the giant dildo.