Praise and Passion (Marni/Reader from Fire Emblem Heroes) (Patreon)

Marni took the scenic route to her destination, hoping it would help her work through some frustrating thoughts she was having.

It did not work.

She did not like feeling so frustrated, but there was a good reason for her discontent. 

Marni has been gradually adapting to her new home after being summoned to Askr. She had struggled at first, finding it difficult and strange to be separated from the Four Hounds. Be that as it may, this world proved to be kinder to her, and the praise she received from her new allies was something she happily accepted. 

With her formidable strength leading the charge, she had brought forth many victories for the Order of Heroes, and the acclaim she received in return more than fueled her for further fights.

She liked it!

It almost felt like she belonged here—almost like she never wanted to go back. Marni valued her time as a member of the Four Hounds, of course, but something about this place was different.

What more could she ask for? Endless praise, new friends, and a lot to discover! It was fantastic.

That didn’t mean everything was perfect, however.

There was one individual whose praise she valued above any other, and it was the person responsible for bringing her to this world in the first place. 

Although she had received much attention from them at first, many heroes had been subsequently summoned who needed guidance, and this person could only be in one place at once.

That meant it had been a while since she had last seen him.

Marni understood to an extent. They were the Summoner! That was a big deal! 

Comparatively… she was just another hero—but she hated that! She wanted him to see her as something more—somebody who would want to see her all the time.

…just like how she wanted to see him all the time.

And the praise.

She missed it so much.

“Great work, Marni!”

“You did amazing out there, Marni!”

“I'm proud of how far you've come, Marni.”

…and then there were the headpats.

She loathed them… until she realized she was just embarrassed and unsure how to respond to such a gesture. When that realization kicked in, she began accepting them wholeheartedly… but only when nobody else could see. It was their thing!

But most of all, she missed… well, them.

The praise and the headpats were amazing, but just being with them? That was honestly enough for her. 

But she hadn't seen them in weeks.

Weeks.

She knew that it was just because he was busy. The roster had grown, and so too had the threats. Even though she spent much time on the battlefield, he was not there to lead her, for the abundance of objectives meant her missions were led by other tacticians.

Whenever she did try to visit, he was never home. Whenever she tried to speak to him during work hours, she was told by others that he was too busy.

It was so, so frustrating. 

But that didn't mean she was going to give up!

This was going to be her… ninth, tenth—no, eleventh attempt. It was the late evening, and that meant he had hopefully returned to his quarters. If not, she was going to have words with that prince! She had hoped taking a longer route to his room would give her time to think up a game plan; she wanted to help, but she wasn't sure how, let alone whether he needed it.

All these muddled thoughts resulted in, well… no results.

So here she was, at his door, and uncertain what to do.

The usual sign was there.

“Do not disturb.”

Its presence usually shooed her away, for the last thing she wanted to do was be an inconvenience, but her brewing irritation meant she wasn't going to flee so easily. 

Truthfully, part of her just wanted to smash the door down and demand answers for everything, but then he would get mad at her, and that was the opposite of praise! 

Therefore, she knocked.

Marni wasn't sure why her heart was beating so much. There was no reason to feel so anxious! That's what that feeling was, right?

She waited for some time, but to her dismay, she received no response… and she wasn't sure how to interpret that. Did he not hear her? Was he asleep? Was he actually not home? 

The questions were endless, and she needed answers. Therefore, she acted spontaneously.

Fortunately, she restrained herself from smashing down the door until she had confirmed whether or not it was unlocked, and to her shock, it was.

Marni tip-toed in, thankful she had donned a more casual attire, for her usual heavy armor would be too noisy. Her outfit of choice was a simple white blouse with overlaid red patterns on her sleeves alongside what she could only describe as a mix of a skirt and overalls. 

Truth be told, she wasn't sure what the heck she was wearing, but she thought it was cute.

…or rather, she believed he would think it was cute. At least it was comfortable.

She half-expected to see the summoner collapsed on top of his bed, but instead she saw his clothes folded and placed neatly. When she heard the faint rushing sound of water, she realized precisely where he was.

No wonder he hadn't responded; he was in the shower!

That was… hm…

Marni started thinking about that a little too much. 

Showers meant he was…

…he was…

Why…?

Why was she thinking about THAT?!

Marni took a step back and almost fell onto the bed, catching herself at the last second. She rushed to the door and closed it as carefully and swiftly as one could, shifting her attention to looking around the room, her objective simple—she needed a distraction.

She could have just left. Even she understood that would have been a smart decision.

But now that she was here… she never wanted to leave. This was his room! Being here… it made her stomach feel all weird, but it was a good weird.

A scary weird too, and her mind still refused to eradicate that despicable visual thought from her mind!

Thankfully, she soon found her distraction.

It was a notebook on his desk, one that was untitled, but when she approached and curiously began flicking through, she quickly learned what it was.

A diary.

It dated back far—to the first week he arrived in Askr. Despite being here for years, he had kept up to date with it. Some entries were small, and some were large. Some even had a few doodles and—

…this wasn't right.

Diaries were for the eyes of the writer only. She, of all people, should know that! She had one herself, and there were many private thoughts written within. If she were to learn that anyone had read any of it, then their life would be forfeit!

The thought of him catching her, and being disappointed with this blatant breach of privacy… it filled her heart with dread.

Yet… she could not control her curiosity. 

Marni knew she was being hypocritical and impulsive and not thinking about the consequences as much as she ought to. She knew this very well, but it was hard to break bad habits.

At the end of the day, this was an opportunity—an opportunity to learn what he thought about her!

Knowing that shower could turn off at any moment, she hunted down the entries that dated back to her summoning. She scanned the handwriting for her name, her heart beating faster than it ever had before.

First find: The day of her summoning.

Her name was there, but it was just part of a list detailing who had been summoned that day. Nothing else.

Marni did not allow that to dissuade her, however. That was a busy day, and he didn't know her.

Second find. The day she felt homesick.

She had complained to him and outright demanded she be sent home, something he agreed to do… but then she got cold feet. 

“Her sulking was cute. She wanted to stay, but didn't want to admit it.”

Marni paused.

He wasn't wrong, even though she herself hadn't yet figured out what she truly wanted to do at the same time. He had read her like a book—before she herself could turn the first page.

Wait… cute?!

He called her… cute?!

Marni… was not sure how to react to that. The abundance of emotions flaring through her body meant none could receive focus, and thus, she was left just staring at the word for a while.

When she heard him cough, she snapped back to reality, remembering he could leave that shower at any time.

Third find. The day he first commanded her on the battlefield.

The praise in the notebook didn't just march what he had personally told her—it exceeded it.

“Marni is incredible. Her talent is extraordinary, and while she has quite the strong personality, I find it to be endearing.”

Hm.

He hadn't said that last part to her, actually…

Fourth find. The headpat incident.

‘“Marni reacted poorly to my headpat, but I can already tell she secretly liked it. She's adorable. It made me smile a lot.”

He knew.

…adorable?!

No.

No time to waste!

Fifth find! Sixth too! Wait, seventh! Multiple mentions!

“Marni… something about her is just… I dunno! I just really like being around her. She keeps me on my toes, I suppose. I'm not sure how to word this, but I guess it wouldn't be a lie to say I'm starting to have a crush on her…? Heh. That's it, isn't it? Marni. I have a crush on Marni. Wow.”

…

Marni was speechless.

What… what did she just read…?

That… that was just a joke right? There's no way the person she was crushing on actually reciprocated her feelings.

…ah.

Oh.

Ohhh…

She… had a crush too, didn't she? Seeing the word… it all made sense now. Was this the realization he had, as well? It was no wonder it felt so sudden in his diary—he had no idea until it randomly just clicked!

Marni's thoughts were a complete and utter mess, and the fact she could feel the thumping of her heart wasn't helping.

Even so… she continued looking through the entry.

Numerous finds.

Too many to count.

“I wish I could see Marni right now, but I'm too busy.”

“Would it be wrong for me to invite Marni to my room? I want to spend time with her, but she may get the wrong idea.”

“Marni did amazing on the battlefield today, but I got dragged to a war council before I could praise her. I miss praising her.”

“I want to kiss her. I won't do it as there's no way she'll feel the same, but it's a nice thought. One kiss from Marni would fix all that stress, honestly.”

“I want to fall asleep with Marni in my arms…”

“Starting to think I'm a little obsessed. Oops. Gotta make sure I control my composite around her… whenever that next is. It's been so busy lately.”

“There's so much paperwork and so many threats and so many fights and I can't keep up. I hate it. I don't want to vent to anybody as that'll make things worse so this diary will have to do! Confession time! I want to fuck Marni.”

…

Marni kept reading.

“Yeah, real abrupt, I know, but it's not like anyone but me will be reading this anyway, so it's not like I'll be judged.” 

She snorted. Luckily for him, despite the contents behind what she was reading, she was not judging him in the slightest.

Not like there was a chance to entertain such a thought while they were all jumbled up and her heart was pounding and everything felt dizzy, anyway.

“I can't stop thinking about her this way. Is it the stress doing this, or the love I have for her, and this longing I have? I don't know, but it makes me feel guilty. I keep thinking about Marni so inappropriately that I'm not sure I can even look her in the eyes next time we meet. I hope she can forgive me for being a pervert… but this was is taking its toll, and—

Marni paused.

She needed a moment before continuing.

To think! 

Her thoughts were still an absolute mess, but there was a singular one that was reigning supreme over all others.

“Read more,” it said.

So she did, and upon doing so, the blush staining her face brightened more and more.

Many mentions, and many explicit thoughts. A fantasy, followed up by an admission of guilt for having such a thought, and then the cycle renewed. He was writing impulsively, not caring for the consequences, for he was rightfully under the impression nobody would ever read these sinful confessions. Some of that irony was not lost on her.

What was she even feeling right now? It was hard to pinpoint, but she ultimately settled on a word that encapsulated her feelings wonderfully.

Fascinated.

She read about how he wanted her on her knees, sucking him off while he praised her for being a good girl.

She read about how he wanted to take her, and make her feel good while she moaned endlessly into a pillow, telling her between breaths how extraordinary she felt.

She read about how he wanted to take her from behind—to even pull her hair and spank her—with a postscript comment about how he wondered whether she wouldn't mind a punishment every now and then, with the promise that he would make up for his filthy fantasy by holding her close and praising her for how amazing she had been after all was said and done.

Wow.

Marni sat down.

This was a lot to take in.

…and there was also a lot she wanted to take off, too; the itch between her legs had grown unbearable. 

While she was a little oblivious to the whims of the heart, she had a good grasp on lust. She would be lying if she said she hadn't dealt with this sensation while thinking about him, but she had always attributed that to just him being hot.

Hah.

Marni couldn't think.

She wanted to strip naked and satisfy her body, but she couldn't! Not here!

Or maybe… she could?

Maybe he wouldn't mind seeing her spread across his bed, her legs opened and her pussy wet…

She was just as much of a pervert as him, after all.

Alas, she was not afforded that chance. The revelation she had uncovered and the turbulent emotions that came with it drowned out the sounds of the shower, and thus, she did not notice when it faded.

It was only when the door to the bathroom opened that she noticed the error she had made.

___

There was nothing greater than a comforting hot shower after a long and exhausting day.

Maybe a vacation—but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Regardless, you did your best to take in these little victories. You felt refreshed! Sure, that feeling wouldn't last when you inevitably started tossing and turning in your sleep, but it was something to enjoy in the meantime.

Upon stepping out of the shower cubicle, you wrapped a nearby towel and returned to your room. It was never nice feeling the difference in temperature as you left the heated bathroom, but it was better to get that adjustment over and done with sooner rather than—

Your thoughts came to a screeching halt—as did your body.

At first, you believed your eyes were playing tricks on you, but even after closing and reopening them several times, the scene did not change.

Marni was sitting on your bed, looking incredibly flustered.

“M-M-Marni w-what are you d-doing here…?!”

This was not how you wanted to sound, but at least you were coherent enough and not a complete disaster. 

You couldn't fathom her presence. You hadn't seen her for weeks, and now here she was. 

Were you happy to see her? Of course!

Though you weren't sure how to feel about her seeing you with just a towel on.

“...h-hey,” she whispered, her voice strangely shaky. “Uhm, you… left the door unlocked, so…”

That made sense, but that didn't explain why she seemed so fidgety.

Had something happened? Had somebody upset her? Was she hurt? Was she—

“I read your diary.” she confessed, and with just those four words, your heart dropped.

Oh.

It was over then, wasn't it? 

Any chance of a relationship with this girl, and the friendship she had forged. It mattered not that she had breached your privacy; you should not have entertained those thoughts by writing them down and taking that risk, even if doing so made you feel good. You should have—

Marni stood up, interrupting your moral dilemma. She took a few steps towards you, and each one sent shivers running up your spine. Once up close, she gazed up, her eyes slanted and her breath bated.

“...was everything in that diary… true…?”

This was a potential out. You could lie, or deny that you had even written anything… but you weren't the type to do that.

Therefore, you were honest. “...yes.”

Never in a million years could you have predicted her response. Marni dropped to her knees, grabbing the towel around your waist, and began removing it.

“M-Marni w-what are you—”

“I miss your praise,” she stated, the quivering of her voice as equally nervous as it was excited. “And if I suck your cock, you'll give me that, won't you?”

…that was something you had written in your diary, but that didn't mean it was an invitation! 

“M-Marni, I…”

“For the record,” she interrupted. “I want to do this, too. You can't just write stuff like that and expect me not to get all hot and bothered…”

“I…”

Had you hit your head in the shower?

Was this all a hallucination? A dream?”

You didn't know, but the cold air that hit your dick upon being freed from its restraints felt real… as did the warm hand that soon wrapped around it.

“You need to take responsibility for that,” she added. “So… let me suck you off…”

You knew Marni was reckless, but you had no idea that impulsiveness could extend to things like… well, this.

Marni shyly moved her hand up and down, learning how the first cock in her hands felt. Internally, she was a wreck. She was acting very instinctively, relishing in how good it felt to feel your dick in her hand while her mind steamed at her.

But who could blame her, really? The man she crushed on had walked out only wrapped in a towel, and she had just read about the sickening fantasies you had for her. You were a massive pervert, and by all means, she should never entertain such a person.

The stars had aligned, however. She wanted praise, and she was horny, and it was him.

Marni couldn't even imagine this was a situation she'd regret, either. She was longing to spend time with him, and while this was certainly an unorthodox means of doing so, it fulfilled that need.

When she peeled away the towel, she learned you were still flaccid, leading her to suspect you were doing all you could to ignore any lustful thoughts. However, once her hand was upon it, she felt him harden within a matter of moments. Getting to watch and feel such a transformation was intoxicating, and a little intimidating too; you were big! How was something like that meant to fit into her mouth?

She had no idea, but if she could do it, it would win her a lot of praise.

Marni knew it would be smart to start slow—to worship your member with kisses and licks before experimenting with how much her mouth could withstand, all at a steady rate. 

But she couldn't do that. Seeing it throb with her touch was making her salivate, and there was only one way to quench that thirst.

That being said, she did manage to share one desire with him before digging into her meal.

“Pat my head.”

You were not afforded an opportunity to process her words before the girl of your dreams leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth. The resulting warmth was absurd, and as you felt her tongue experimentally dance around the head, your pleasure magnified. It was too much to withstand with such a short notice!

But you had to—especially when she seemed keen to take in more than she realistically needed to. Marni kept her gaze upon you, her slanted expression a beautiful contrast to the cock presently sinking into her mouth. 

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you were able to acknowledge her request, placing a hand on her head. Considering how your entire body was busy quivering thanks to the heavenly pleasure radiating throughout, it was miraculous you were able to keep your hand steady as you stoked her hair. Marni’s mouth really felt that incredible—even when she took in more and soon discovered she had a limit, leading to a messy withdrawal as she coughed.

No doubt she felt embarrassed or frustrated at such a blunder, but you knew precisely how to calm down those brewing emotions.

“That was incredible, Marni,” you praised her, patting her head while she recuperated. “I've never felt anything so amazing before.”

That wasn't a lie, either. Her mouth alone felt magnificent, but when factoring in who it belonged to and all the stress you had accumulated, it was sublime. Truth be told, you were glad she had pulled away; you needed some recovery time too.

Marni couldn't help but smile, even as she looked away embarrassingly. It had been quite some time since she last heard your praise, and now, she was eager to receive as much as she could; that was why she hastily dug back in, taking your shimmering shaft back into your new home.

“Take your time,” you advised. “I'm not going anywhere, Marni.”

Goodness—you had embraced this situation absurdly quickly! Considering your wildest fantasies were coming true before your very eyes, you couldn't blame yourself one bit. 

What this all meant was still up in the air, but that was something to think about later. For the time being, you were perfectly content watching her bob her head back and forth. 

Marni had taken your advice, slowing down her advances to an extent; she was Marni, after all, and that meant there was always going to be a little impatience in her actions. She consistently teetered on the edge of her limits, doubtlessly wanting to surpass them while making sure to respect them too. Her efforts were rewarded with all the pats a girl like her could ask for, and in return, she sucked harder and accelerated further. It was honestly miraculous she didn't gag, especially whenever you felt the grip of her throat teasing your tip.

For somebody who had seemingly never done this before, she was very good. Too good. After all, you hadn't exactly mentally prepared for a blowjob, especially one of this caliber. 

That meant you were closer than you would have liked to have been, though the thought of painting her face white—or even getting her to swallow your load—more than made up for it.

“Marni…” your voice was a disaster, but you didn't care. “I'm… aahhh…”

She had chosen an awfully convenient time to attempt another deepthroat—this time with greater success. Marni couldn't keep it down for long, but it was enough to send pleasure you could only describe as electrifying throughout your body… and that was more than enough to bring you over the edge.

Marni's eyes widened when she felt a sudden warmth leak into her mouth, the taste salty but strangely delicious—perhaps because she knew precisely what it was. Be that as it may, her swallowing could not keep up with the raw amount flooding into her mouth, forcing her to pull away.

While she would have preferred gulping down all of her reward, getting several ropes of cum splashed over her face was the next best thing. It was like you were marking her, and that was unbelievably arousing, especially when her lover ended up making quite a mess.

In the end, you came more than you ever imagined you could. Marni giggled pridefully, opening her mouth to reveal she still had some cum resting on her tongue. She promptly swallowed and smiled, and it was a surreal sight to say the least.

“Marni, I… wow…”

“Heh,” she smirked. “Tell me how good I was.”

“You were amazing,” you answered. “More than amazing. Seriously—where did you learn to do all that?’

“I never learned anything,” she replied. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”

A prodigy cocksucker, huh? 

You could get behind that.

Marni stood, giving you a close-up look of her cum-stained face. “Y'know, I think I deserve more praise—and a reward, too.”

One could argue the mess you had made qualified as a reward, but you weren't against giving her more; after all, one orgasm wasn't enough to take you down, and as much as you adored seeing her look all confident and proud, you were desperate to see that expression distort as pleasure consumed her. 

Marni was thinking similarly, it seemed, for she soon started discarding her outfit. Any embarrassment or hesitation she had prior was no longer present; sucking a dick and making a man cum would do that, it seemed.

Her figure was about as petite as you expected, though she did have some nice hips and a great ass on her—something she wasn't afraid to show off when she climbed onto the bed, got onto all fours, and wiggled it enticingly with a smirk on her face.

“C'mon,” she encouraged you, noticing you were staring. “Don't keep me waiting any longer.”

Marni had embraced this degeneracy just as quickly as you had. It was astonishing to think that she was actually on your bed—nude and ready to fuck. 

“I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you much lately, Marni,” you responded to her, climbing onto the bed yourself as you positioned yourself behind her, breathless at the sight of her butt resting against your crotch, and even her toned back too. Her body was now yours, and you were going to treat it with the respect and dignity it deserved—by fucking it remorselessly. “Let me make up for all that lost time, alright?”

“Yeah…” she whispered, bracing herself for the inevitable. “Please… I need it…”

Although she was undoubtedly a virgin, you didn't pay it too much mind as you prodded against your entrance; it wasn't due to a lack of concern for her safety, but a wholehearted belief that she simply didn't need your worry. Marni was strong and resilient, and your suspicions proved correct as your cock slipped into her pussy and breached her defenses. Her response? A light, but satisfied hum. If that could translate into a word, it would undeniably be “finally”. 

Though she was willing to let you in, pushing deeper was tougher than you anticipated; she was absurdly tight, and the surreal warmth made it difficult to focus on the task at hand. You were tempted to just bask in the moment for a while, but you had vowed to make things up to her and that meant you had to live up to the expectations she now had from reading your diary. You almost regretted going into so much detail with those, but you also saw it as a challenge.

Simply put, this girl wasn't leaving your room until she was drooling into your pillow.

“You're… ahh… r-really big…” Marni knew she sounded silly, but it felt warranted to share some praise of her own. She could feel her pussy stretching out as you gradually sunk your length into her, the sensation exhilarating—especially as you reached deeper inside her depths. The best part? It didn't hurt at all. Marni could handle a little pain and had prepared for it, so to feel none of it was a surprise, though not a bad one by any means. She was grateful, for she could instead completely focus on how good it felt to have you inside her. Sucking you off had been the most arousing thing she had ever done, but it was looking like that activity was about to take second place very soon. “Don't hold back… I can take anything…”

You hadn't been purposefully holding back, but knowing this was probably her first time had forced some unconscious restraint. That was no longer present—not after hearing her desperate plea. 

Reaching her deepest parts was a satisfying achievement, but you did not remain there for long. Instead, you pulled out—faster than you had pushed in. You stopped only when the tip of your cock was about to leave her warmth, in which you changed gears and slammed your hips forward, leading not only to a rush of pleasure, but the first moan you had ever heard escaping your lover’s lips. It was adorable and girly, and frankly, music to your ears. That meant you needed to hear more of it.

Marni withstood the sudden thrusts, doing her best to keep her body steady, lest she tumble down and fall. That wasn’t necessarily a bad outcome, but she didn’t want to submit immediately. It was like a challenge to her—how long could she last against your might until she tumbled and fell? 

You were not oblivious to what she was doing; the bed sheets were already looking super crumbled up, after all. Taking hold of her hips, you ramped up the pace significantly, satisfied this girl could take a pounding.

But could she keep herself in check once you targeted a potential weak point? It was no secret Marni had a strong one, but how would she react to it being attacked during intimacy? It was time to find out!

“You feel incredible, Marni,” you told her, caring not for your disastrous voice. If anything, it sold your words. “And you're been incredible, too. I know… ahhh… that you've been doing some phenominal work for the Order, and that… fuck… you've been very patient, too. I'm… very proud of you, Marni.”

It wasn't a particularly well-articulated speech on your end, but Marni's reaction was just as volatile as you hoped it would be regardless. She gazed back, her blush brightened and her mouth fidgety. “D-Don't say you're p-proud while you're… p-pounding me! W-Wait until after, when w-we're snuggling or something!!”

Never had you seen this girl look so flustered! 

Alas, you were sadly going to have to ignore that request, especially since hearing your sudden praise hadn't just led to an adorable reaction. 

Her body has reacted too. The moment the word “proud” left your lips, you felt her pussy tighten up. Hearing your approval had done wonderful things to her mind and body, and you loved learning your suspicions were correct.

Marni felt embarrassed. She adored your approval, but this was not the situation she expected to hear it in! Her heart was beating frantically and it took considerable willpower to avoid squealing with joy. 

It was fortunate the constant bliss pulsating throughout her body was very distracting. Marni opted to embrace the degenerate pleasure; she'd have time to joyfully roll around in bed later. 

…assuming she even returned to her bedroom, of course.

You maintained your rhythm to the best of your ability, even as exhaustion began to brew. There was no way you were giving in to such a feeling though.

Not until you had made her cum. 

Hopefully, you wouldn't beat her to it! The warmth of her insides was significantly stronger than you anticipated, and with how ruthlessly you were pounding her, it was becoming yet another challenge to overcome. There was no way you were going to slow down either to prolong things. This pleasure, and all the ways she reacted, was addicting to see, listen to, and feel.

Honestly, you wanted to do more—to fulfill the fantasies you had to their fullest. No doubt she would expect such an outcome too, for she hadn't exactly voiced any disapproval about the things she had read.

Alas, first times were never perfect. That growing sensation was becoming too challenging to ignore, but you were at least able to achieve one of your objectives before that moment.

Marni loved and hated how she felt; on one hand, the pleasure was unbelievable… but on the other, she was succumbing to it far too hastily! Her body had completely surrendered to your cock, and by this point she was barely able to speak, 

All she could do was moan, and moan, and moan…

…but because her lover undoubtedly loved it, she didn't let it embarrass her much. Besides, it communicated her love for this anyway, so it wasn't all bad.

She had no idea her voice could even reach that high of a pitch though!

In the end, the constant deep thrusts against the entrance to the womb proved to be too much for even somebody as strong as her. Her climax struck without warning, her pleasure magnifying as her pussy tightened up, a sensation that wasn't left unnoticed by you—especially when it was the trigger for your own orgasm.

You had intended to pull out, still rational enough to think about the consequences to such an ending.

But after how extraordinarily tight she suddenly became? It was almost like her body was begging you to cum inside… so that's what you ended up doing. You embraced it, relishing in how it felt to fill up the girl you adored above any other, beyond satisfied to know your seed was now inside her.

It was a wondrous moment, albeit short-lived, and soon replaced by dread at what you had just done. You knew the consequences, but now that pleasure was fading and no longer able to distract you from that, you were starting to feel a little scared.

“Sorry…”

Surprisingly, you weren't the one to apologize.

“That wasn't your complete fantasy, was it?” Marni elaborated, looking back with a worn-out expression. “We didn't get to the hair-pulling part.”

Wow.

“Marni, I, uhm…”

“Wow… you came a lot inside me too…” she noticed and observed the damage, turning to rest on her back and watch your semen flowing out of her pussy. “Did I… really feel that good…?”

“...You did,” you answered. “You were amazing, and that's proof.”

You were still wary of what this could lead to… but you could never deny an opportunity to praise her. 

“...you know, I never did get to read the full thing,” she added. “That must mean there's other things you want to do… right…?”

“I…”

Marni grinned. 

“And if I do them, you'll praise me lots too, hmm?”

Fuck. 

Of course you would! 

But…

“Marni… I'm sorry for cumming inside,” you apologized. “I should have pulled out.”

“Why?” Marni seemed genuinely puzzled. “I like feeling proof that I made you feel good. It's really warm, too…”

An answer like that wasn't helping you think. You had to be more direct. Very direct, even. She seemingly hadn't realized how consequential this could all be.

“You could get pregnant.”

“I know.”

Scratch that. She knew. She just didn't care!

“If I do, I'll be a good mom,” she added, working her way out of the bed and standing up, her hands proudly resting on her hips. “Way better than my one!”

Marni’s attitude towards such an outcome was starting to make sense; you didn’t know the full story, but you understood she didn’t have the most pleasant of upbringings. Therefore, it made sense the prospect of a child would have her thinking this way.

But wow… this was a lot to contemplate.

“...hey,” she suddenly pinched your cheek. “Why are you looking so stressed again? That was supposed to relieve that!”

“It did, but…”

“Ah, I getcha,” she chuckled. “That wasn’t kinky enough for you, was it? Hang on—lemme read that diary of yours again; I’m sure there’s something wild I can find that you’d want to do.”

“Whoa, Marni, wait—”

You were too late to stop her. Marni had already leaped towards your open diary and had begun flicking through it, locating the entries that provided the information she was looking for. It wasn’t difficult—not when her name was plastered all over your most intense desires.

“W-Wow… you’re into t-that…?” Marni looked… absurdly flustered, gazing away embarrassingly. “...s-sure… let’s do it…”

…this was going to be a long night.