Story: Hamefura C+S

 

Okay. So. Here she was. Nnnnaked. In bed. With Katarina. They'd just had sex. No, no, no. Mary Hunt, you're thinking about this all wrong. What you just did was not mere sex. You fucked. Or rather, Katarina fucked you. She'd pinned you down and rutted like a wild beast, dominating you, seizing complete control over the situation, behaving like - Like an over the top villainess in some cheesy romance novel! Laying claim to your body, making your her bitch through a stark combination of sexual denial and reward. Building up your internal pressure, then letting it loose like a valve.

And you adored every single second of it.

"Mmmm, hehehe, avoided that flag for sure..." Katarina mumbled in her sleep. Her arm was securely about Mary's waist, forcing her to lay on top of her. Head laying in the crook of her shoulder. Forced to gave upon the most beautiful creature on the planet. "Mmmm, yeah, no bad ends for me..."

No bad ends indeed! If anything, her 'end' was a very, very good one! It was astonishing really. How much she adored this cute, weird girl, who always seemed to know exactly what to say to make a person's heart go a-flutter. She was pretty sure that Katarine wasn't doing it on purpose. Frankly? She wasn't smart enough. Oh, she adored Katarina, really she did, but the girl wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, now was she?

Her behaviour was, shall we be charitable? Weird. Quirky. She said and did things that made no sense at all sometimes. Mumbled to herself when she thought nobody could hear her. Yet without fail she was charming, adorable, cute, and cuddly -

And had a truly magnificent body to boot. Mm-mm-mm, trace those curves. Mary knew she was quite the looker as well, but Katarina, how did you eat so much and maintain this figure? Was it working in the garden, perhaps? Climbing trees? Or does being a little weirdo contribute to how fit you are?

No matter. None of that mattered anymore. She'd won. She'd won the game! Mary wanted to laugh at how absurd it was, all her years of planning, plotting and scheming. Manipulating the others to the best of her ability, even forging an alliance with the rest of them to take down Geordo - the most dangerous of the lot of them - so that she had even the slightest chance!

And here she was! Raise your hand in victory, Mary Hunt! Katarine Klaus is now yours to enjoy! She trailed her hands along that figure, drinking in those curves, which would soon - very soon - be hers and hers alone to enjoy! Kukuku! It was perfect, it was sublime, nothing could go wrong now -

"Oy, Mary?" a knock at the door. It was her fiance in name only, Alan. Grk! "You in there?"

"J-Just a minute!" Mary called out. Katarina's nose screwed up cutely in her sleep. "I'm having to change dress, I - Uh, spilled something on the one I was wearing, out in a second."

You know, if you'd just stayed quiet, then Alan might have gone away. Oh! Stupid! Mary quickly extracted herself from Katarina while she was still out cold, hoping and praying the girl didn't wake up. She'd have to be quick about this. Keep Alan out of the room, the last thing she needed was to be caught with her hand in the cookie jar before she'd finished properly brainwashing Katarina!

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Alan Stuart was the fraternal twin of Geordo. That's not a great place to be. Always compared to his brother, the genius, the prodigy, a true contender for being made heir to the throne. They were both considered handsome yet looked nothing at all alike. Alan had been on the path to developing a deep resentment of his brother. Becoming a twisted person. Rougher around the edges, as he knew full well he stood no chance of ascending from Prince to King - and he was perfectly fine with that

Still, he had been saved by Katarina when they were young. Looking back, if it had not been for her, then he would have wound up quite a different person. Cold, cruel, twisted... Though he probably still would have wound up being arranged to marry this girl, Mary Hunt, who was stepping out of her room seeming more dishevelled than normal.

"Everything okay?" he asked. Mary stepped out of the room quickly, closing the door behind her. "You're usually more refined than this."

"Yes, well, it was a nasty spill," Mary said, her eye twitching nervously for some reason. "Was there something I could help you with?"

"Actually, I'm looking for Katarina," Alan said. He stared at the door. Huh. She'd not even let him look into her room, there. Normally she didn't care one way or the other. "Apparently she's doing something stupid again. Have you seen her?"

Oh, that eye twitch wasn't a good sign at all.

"No, no, but while you're here I did want to ask you something," Mary said after a long quiet moment. "Hrm... What do you think of Katarina?"

"Katarina?" Alan asked. He blushed a little. The boy was ever so slightly in denial about his feelings for her, you see. Where the others had a decent handle on their true thoughts and their true feelings, Alan was a touch too tsundere to admit it, even to himself. "I guess we're pretty close. Why do you ask?"

"Right, right! You're friends!" Mary said. "You're such close, close friends! Tee hee! That's good, that's good! I'd like you to stay close friends for as long as possible."

Huh? What a strange comment to - Alan tilted his head a little. That didn't seem right. He couldn't quite place why, but Mary was behaving very strangely just now. It was true that they were in an arranged marriage but there had never been any affection about it. They simply... got on okay. They weren't anything like Geordo and Katarina, for example. A fact that made him clench his fist in frustration, though the reason why was well beyond him.

Could it be... That she was jealous of the time he was spending with Katarina? On reflection, while he didn't see her as anything other than a monkey girl who liked to climb trees, it could be seen as strange that he spent so much time around another girl. Especially one as pretty as Katarina. Gorgeous, well liked by many students in campus. Even when she let loose that cunning, devious smile of hers it was still effortlessly charming.

"Well, I - " He began to protest, fully intending to point out that they were just good friends and she shouldn't worry about appearances so much, the door behind her began to open. It all happened slowly, as if time itself had been split into ten pieces. Within the doorframe, she appeared, rubbing at her eyes without a stitch of clothing on her.

"Hey, Mary!" Katarina yawned, seeming oblivious to her state of undress. Alan could see everything like this! Everything! "Yaaaawn! I had the weirdest dream right now. Oh, hey there Alan."

"K-K-K-K-Katarina!" Alan hissed, rushing towards her, pulling his cloak off his body and wrapping hers up in it. "Cover yourself, you stupid monkey- "

Clang! Something hit him in the back of the head, and suddenly Alan found himself dropping like a sack of potatoes.

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Crap! Crap! Crapppppp! Mary quickly pulled Alan inside her room. She'd done it again! Again! What the hell should she do now?!

The council of Marys convened yet again to discuss what to do, but there was really only one thing for it. They all looked around nervously at each other, before the Mary at the head of the table, wielding the gavel and a killer moustache, banged that gavel on the table and pronounced:

"If you only have a hammer, then every problem becomes a nail." Ohhhh~ At this rate she was going to wind up using it on absolutely everyone she knew! But then there was also Katarina to consider! The girl was frozen, clutching Alan's cape to her naked, sexy body. Mary grumbled and pulled it away. Katarina did not resist, obviously, she'd feel too good showing off her body rather than hiding it - but that was far from the point here!

"Alright Katarina, want to learn a little magic?" she asked, pulling out the carrot and the stick. "I think - I think you'll find this... very, very fun!"