Gacha God: Making Out Like Bandits (ch. 30) (Patreon)

I am the smartest man alive. Move on over Tony Stark, I have the biggest brain on Earth now. After all, what else could it be, what with the sheer awe inspiring brilliance of the date I planned for Black Cat? She was a thief, but she wasn't just any thief -- she was a thief that stole for the love of stealing. And, here we were, plundering a defenseless museum for all that it was worth.

"I think they'd bring out your eyes," I remarked as Felicia held up a solid gold necklace inlaid with sapphires. I wish I knew where it was from -- bit of a problem, in hindsight, but we hadn't taken the info cards with us. But, regardless of origin, I meant the words as Felicia held up the seemingly ancient necklace.

"They belonged to a pharaoh some three thousand years ago," Felicia remarked, a purr of approval in her voice that had only grown as the night went on. We made our way through the exhibits one by one -- Egypt, Africa, Europe, and even the Americas. The museum was huge. Absolutely massive. And, quite frankly, it might have been a bit overly ambitious in thinking that we would be able to take absolutely everything in a single night. However, it wouldn't be for a lack of trying. "It's worth thirty million on the black market."

"Meh. You can always steal money," I dismissed and Felicia let out a rich musical laugh. "It's what I do. Usually from gangsters for the danger of it."

"And criminally minded billionaires," Felicia added, holding the necklace up and seeing how she looked with it. "And now museums. You better hope that no one connects you to this, or that name of yours is going to get dragged through the mud," she teased, fluttering her eyelashes at me. "How do I look?"

"Seductive," I answered honestly. Always the best policy except for when it was more convenient to lie. Felicia approved of the response, putting the necklace on, adding it to the others she was already wearing. Now -- I came into this with the best of intentions. I did. I was going to return most of the loot back to its indigenous people. But then Felicia heard 'help yourself' and started picking out jewelry, statues, and paintings.

Was I going to correct her misunderstanding?

No.

No, I was not.

I wasn't trying to sleep with the indigenous people of Africa, Egypt, and so on. Actually, I think extorting sex out of the indigenous people was morally bankrupt, as seen during the colonial era. As such, I would use the stolen artifacts to sleep with Felicia. Pretty sure I was still swimming in a gray area and while I could give a fuck -- unfortunately, the only fucks I had to give belonged to Black Cat. So… basically, the moral of the story was 'sucks to suck, idiot' in the broad strokes.

"Oh?" Felicia murmured, her voice low and husky, "Am I seducing you, Audacity? I'm hardly even trying," Felicia added, her finger playing with the zipper that was currently in the middle of her breasts, making her cleavage spill upward while a half dozen solid gold necklaces marked with jewels the size of golf balls hung heavy. There was a coy smile tugging at her lips -- she knew exactly the effect that she had on men.

"If you call that hardly trying, I'd like to see what you call effort," I replied, making her smile grow a fraction. As we flirted, I was working -- working in zero G made moving heavy shit pretty easy. Rather than breaking things out of their display cases, I found that it was easier to take the entire display. That, and moving the heavy ancient statues belonging to ancient cultures.

"Do I really strike you as a girl that would kiss on the first date?" Felicia questioned, strutting towards me with a hypnotizing walk. The jewelry she wore bounced lightly with each step, as did other parts of her, I didn't fail to notice.

To that, I smiled under my mask, "I think it depends on the date."

"Very true," Felicia purred, stepping into my personal space. "Jewelry, fancy art, and fine decorations -- you really do know your way around a girl's heart," she said, placing a hand on my chest and gently pushing me back. I floated with her, curious where this was going. If she was going to betray me, then I imagined she would do it after we were done plundering. "I think you've earned more than just a kiss," she said, her hands going to my mask to move it to the side. She leaned in, that same seductive smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she pressed them to mine.

Her lips were soft, and I noted that they tasted of cherries. However, I didn't really get the chance to savor it because the back of my legs hit something -- a throne. Not really sure where it was from, but it was surprisingly comfortable with cushioned seats. Once I was seated, her hands left my chest to venture lower and eventually settling on my groin. I cocked an eyebrow when she broke the kiss, her lips starting to flush, "Oh, my."

Seems like she was willing to do a lot more than just a kiss on the first date. Awesome. Because I was willing to rob every single museum and gallery on the face of this planet if necessary. And I just might anyway. "Found something else you like?" I asked, my tone smug as Felicia's hand ran the length of my cock through my jeans.

"What lady doesn't love a big fat dick?" She questioned, her hands going to her breasts, sinking her fingers into them for but a moment before one hand pinched the zipper to drag it down. It gave way, the gap in her skin tight suit widening to reveal how tightly it was bound to her -- her breasts were flattened against her ribs, and her stomach was toned with visible abs, as the zipper stopped just shy of her pubic mound, showing just enough to tell me that her white hair was completely natural. Her breasts must have been straining against her body suit as much as my cock was my pants, because they seemed to spring free when Felicia gently hooked it to the sides.

Her tits were genuinely massive -- pale flesh orbs capped with dark rosy pink nipples that stood at attention, impossibly perky considering their sheer heft. Felicia bit her bottom lip, lifting her breasts which spilled out from her hands, knowing damn well the effect the sight would have on any hot-blooded straight man. My cock twitched against my pants, doing its absolute best to rip through the fabric, and I'm pretty sure I heard a thread pop in the attempt. "Like what you see?" She questioned, dropping down to her knees and setting her hands on mine.

"You know I do," I replied, her hands traveling up my thighs and to my zipper. Undoing it with a quick yank, and my cock sprang free. It stood proudly, lightly slapping down across Felicia's face and her eyes went wide as her nostrils flared from the sheer size of it. "See something you like?" It was hard not to be smug when I felt her hot breath on the underside of my cock.

"I think I do," Felicia admitted, lightly gripping the top of my cock and slowly stroking it, amusement dancing in her eyes as she placed a kiss at the bottom of the shaft before leaving a trail of them upward. "I think I like it a lot," she said, planting a final kiss to the top of my cock, smirking as it throbbed at the attention. She maintained eye contact with me as she kissed it again, only this time she didn't pull back. Her lips parted to take me in and just about every thought that I had in my head flew out my ears when she slammed her head down, taking me all the way into her throat until her nose pressed against my pelvis.

"Oh, fuck," I hissed, caught by surprise and gripping the arms of the throne with white knuckles. Her throat coiled around my cock, her tongue working on the underside. Her throat was hot and slick, and when she chuckled, I felt the vibrations traveling through me. "Oh, fuck!"

Before I could brace myself for the sensations, Felicia went full throttle right out of the gate -- there was no easing into it. She raised her head up, my cock nearly escaping her mouth and I felt her tongue coiling around my cock head for a but a second, letting Felicia take a breath. A second later, she set a punishing pace and face fucked herself onto my cock. The empty and dimly lit museum was filled with the wet sounds of her sucking me off, combined with the clinking of her jewelry, echoing out against the now barren walls. Her gaze never left mine, always looking up at me, and I savored the sight.

It was a powerful feeling, I had to admit -- getting a blowjob from a beautiful woman while lounging on a throne. Her hands weren't idle, with one cupping my balls while the other stroked my glistening shaft when she wasn't deep thrusting me. Minutes went by and I could tell that she was surprised -- I'm guessing most couldn't handle an assault like this, but I was cheating like a motherfucker thanks to the Divine Water. It was easier to control myself.

Easier, but it was still impossible to ignore the tightness I felt in my balls. Inch by inch, Felicia was sucking the orgasm out of me, and she knew it. My cock throbbed in appreciation of her ministrations, a clear warning that my release was near. And, I couldn't even lie -- I just about cried when she popped my cock out of her mouth, her lips flushed red.

And I nearly cried in relief when she hefted her breasts, enveloping my cock in her soft embrace. It was a vastly different feeling than her mouth, but not an unwelcome one. Nor an unwelcome sight. My cock fit snugly between her tits, her pale soft flesh smothering my dick and she seemed surprised to see the dark red head poking out of her cleavage. "That's a first," she remarked, her voice husky from the blowjob. "I saw how you looked at them. Don't you want to fuck my tits?"

Boy, did I. I placed my hands over hers, increasing the pressure around my cock before I stood up. Her cleavage was slick thanks to her own spit, making it easy to thrust up. My cock repeatedly vanished and reappeared in her cleavage, my thumbs taking idle swipes at her hard nipples. I was already on the edge, but the sight of her smiling up at me pushed me over it. My cock throbbed powerfully and the tension in my balls came undone, a shuddering sigh escaping me as a surge of cum did. The first spurt erupted from her cleavage with enough force that it spattered upward, landing on her jewelry and chin.

Felicia laughed, a joyous and surprised sound, as the second spurt landed on her face. It spattered across her cheek and the bridge of her nose, lazily dropping down. Every spurt after that came with less force until I was done. A sigh heaved out of me as I took a seat on the throne, my knees going a bit weak. Felicia, however, pressed her breasts together, cum dripping down her abs and some even spilling upwards in the reduced gravity before she separated her breasts, revealing sticky strands that made a bridge. "A little backed up?" She questioned, seemingly stunned by the amount.

"A little," I admitted. After all, Mary Jane and I didn't have sex. The encounter ended because neither of us had a condom -- a stupid thing, in hindsight.

Felicia's eyes were drawn to my glistening cock, raising an eyebrow at it when she realized that it was still standing proudly without softening in the slightest. "I don't usually kiss on the first date," Felicia remarked, taking her black skin tight suit and pulling it back. I watched as it fell around her waist before she stepped out of it, her inner thighs glistening with arousal. I was barely listening to her, honestly, drinking the sight of her in. Stunning. That was the only word that came to mind to describe her body, because that was the effect it had on me.

"... Really?" I questioned, not really sure that I believed that considering she just sucked my soul right out. She was far from offended, gazing down at me with half lidded eyes, pressing a finger to the top of my cock and spinning it in small teasing circles. A dollop of cum was falling to her bellybutton through the valley of her abs.

"Really. It's nothing against them, but it's hard for a girl to find a guy that can keep up. I don't want a slow sedentary life. Even without my vengeance, that's not the kind of girl I am," she admitted freely before, with her other hand, she flashed the condom that had been in my back pocket. There was a smirk on her face as she tore it open and pressed it to my dick, her hands gliding it down as she leaned forward. "You can keep up with me," she said, speaking the words as if they were the highest praise that she could give.

Desire shone in her eyes, flashing with it when I stood up. As she had done with me, I grabbed her hands and pushed her against the throne. "I want you to fuck me, Sebastian. I don't want romance. I don't want to be star crossed lovers -- I want you to fuck me," Felicia stressed, and I could pratically see her heartbeat quicken when I pinned her hands above her head, and pushed up one of her legs to expose her pussy to me while she sat on the throne. Her pussy wept with arousal, her lips parted and her clit slid free of its sheath. Even without foreplay, she was more than ready.

So, I obliged her.

I slammed my hips forward with enough force to shake the throne, my hips meeting hers, and Felicia's eyes flew open as she was filled completely. She more than welcomed me, her legs hook around the handles of the throne, spreading her legs in a perfect split.

I groaned at the sensations, feeling her pussy spreading open around my cock and her inner walls squeezing and clinging to my member. If the condom was muffling the sensations, then it wasn't doing a good job of it. My balls churned, my cock harder than I could ever remember it being. My grip tightened around her hands, keeping them pinned to the back of the throne, leaving my other hand free to roam her body. The soft but firm flesh of her thighs, her breasts, a thumb tracing her moaning lips, and tweaking her nipples -- all of it earning delighted mewls of pleasure.

Throaty wanton moans left Felicia's lips as she tilted her head back in ecstasy, her breasts bouncing in place with every powerful thrust I pounded into her. The harsh sound of flesh on flesh echoed out, overshadowing the jingling of her jewelry and her moans. Her inner walls tightened and squeezed around my length all the harder as she arched her spine, inadvertently pushing her chest up.

She lasted about as long as I did before I felt her walls spasming around me, her arousal gushing out of her with fat droplets falling from my positioning cock, unrelentingly fucking her through her orgasm. At least until her breathing hitched and she gasped, her eyes clenching shut as she came even harder -- her legs trembling like a leaf before she just about kneed me in the face when she suddenly drew them in to her chest. Arousal dripped freely from her, a puddle of it soaking into the fabric of the throne and dripping down to the floor.

"The thing is, Felicia," I told her, letting go of her hands, but I shocked her when she suddenly found herself weightless. I easily flipped her, leaving Felicia facing the throne with her ass facing me. I saw her pussy was still twitching, gaping slightly as if it were begging me to reenter her. She braced her knees against the throne, yelping when I delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making the pale flesh ripple as a cherry red handprint marked her. "I'm not so sure you can keep up with me," I said, leaning forward and whispering the words in her ear before I slammed myself back inside of her.

Her ass was glorious, I thought, grabbing Felicia by her breast, pinching her nipple between two fingers and rolling it between them. It was about as close to perfect as you could get -- fat, shapely, firm but soft enough you could sink your fingers into it. With my free hand, I gathered her stark white hair up and pulled it into a ponytail, giving me leverage to pound at her already spasming pussy. Watching her fat ass ripple with each thrust was as motivating as hearing her sweet moans which grew in volume, her back arcing to reveal the lithe but toned muscles of her back.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm- FUCK!" Felicia shouted, cumming hard around my cock. Arousal gushed out of her, squirting over the throne, while I continued to rail her. Her scorching hot silken walls clung to me tightly, milking me for my cum and they were doing a damn good job of it. I slammed my hips against her, my cock throbbing to the point of being painful before I erupted inside of her. I dragged out the sensation, giving a handful of short but powerful thrusts as I greedily sucked down air. Sex was its own special kind of exhausting. Felicia was gasping for breath right along with me as I slowly dragged myself out, her walls fighting to keep me buried to the hilt.

It took a moment but I pulled free with the condom hanging from my cock. The first load had been big, but the second one was massive after the pipes had been cleared. The bottom end of the condom looked like a half full balloon.

"I'll take that," Felicia decided, sweat shining on her flesh, reaching out and grabbing the condom. She held it aloft, eyeing me with seductive eyes. "It's so warm," she noted, pressing it to her cheek. She tossed a wink my way before she tilted the condom to her lips and let the cum within fall upon her waiting tongue. She didn't seem to mind that it made a bit of a mess, some of it falling on her lips, dripping down her chin, or onto her breasts, but within seconds the condom was emptied. She seemed to swish it around her mouth for a moment before making a show of swallowing. "Delicious," she purred.

Fuck. My cock twitched upward, making her laugh, but the flesh was spent even if the spirit was willing.

This moment was perfect, I decided. There were few pleasures greater than fucking a beautiful woman to the point of satisfaction. There was something inherently manly about it that boosted the ego. I genuinely didn't think anything could ruin this moment for me.

And, in hindsight, upon thinking that thought… I really should have expected the ceiling above us to suddenly come crashing down in chunks of rubble.

That's what I get for tempting fate.