The Last Straw (Sekirei) (Patreon)

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Themes: Big Dick, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly   

Summary: After a long day surrounded by his impossibly overly sexualized harem... Minato goes to jack off in his room, not having the courage to do anything with that many women in one place. However, when Miya steps into his bedroom and finds out just what sort of bitch breaker Minato is packing after so many years without sex... the gorgeous older woman just can't hold back. And you know what? Minato can't hold back anymore either... 

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Slipping into his room and closing the door behind him, Minato Sahashi groans as he leans back against it for a moment, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms. After a few seconds, he stumbles over to the bed, positively yanks off his pants, extracting his cock from his boxers in mere moments. Gripping it with both hands and jerking his meat up and down, the young man groans. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! He really was such a loser and a coward, wasn’t he? 

He had an actual, honest-to-god Harem (though their alien nature left things a bit in doubt where god was concerned) and here he was, beating his meat rather than fucking one or any of them. It was a shameful example of masculinity, HE was an embarrassment to men everywhere, and he fucking knew it.

But then, to be fair, it wasn’t like his situation was all that clear-cut, not really. Sure, Minato technically had a harem. But there was also the fact that they were all aliens, as well as the fact they were all involved in some kind of insane deathmatch tournament set up by his deadbeat dad to consider. And then, there was each individual woman as well.

Musubi… if it were just Musubi, if it had stayed just Musubi, by this point Minato definitely would have made a move. He would have! There was no way he could have stayed a gentleman for all this time. But at first, she’d been kind of… oblivious to basically everything? It’d felt like talking to a child. Albeit a child in a distinctly womanly body, with a gorgeous rack and a fit figure, and just… fuck.

He hadn’t done anything with her at first out of a misplaced sense of morals, only for his chance to ultimately slip him by as he’d ended up winging more and more Sekirei. Musubi was one thing. Kusano though, was literally a child, so he was never going to touch her. Matsu on the other hand was on the other extreme of the spectrum, a complete and utter unrepentant pervert who had been prodding him towards being more confident in himself. 

But then Tsukiumi had shown up, and Minato was still a little afraid of what the Water Sekirei would do to him if he actually acted on any of his feelings towards his girls. That wasn’t even mentioning Kazehana and Homura, and the less said about the drunk and what Minato had done to Sekirei Number Six, the better. It was a mess all around, to say the least. Guys liked varied harems, or claimed they did, but when the harem became a reality and the girls couldn’t simply be boiled down to a couple distinct reality traits, shit got a lot tougher.

And that wasn’t even bringing up his landlady. A groan leaves Minato’s lips at that, as he finds himself considering Miya Asama. The landlady of Izumo Inn, also known as the Hannya of the North, had such a fearsome reputation that no Ashikabi or Sekirei DARED to attack her establishment. Which… good because that was where Minato lived. But also… bad, because Miya had outlawed all lewd activity within the Inn, and he really wasn’t stupid enough to disobey her.

Which meant that he couldn’t even try to ease himself into the sexual side of having a harem slowly, maybe by asking just one girl to be alone in his room with him, because the others would know instantaneously, and then Miya would be told out of jealousy, and shit would hit the fan. Gritting his teeth, Minato finds himself beating his meat to fantasies of the purple-haired widow. The older woman really was absurdly beautiful, just… absolutely perfect in most every way.

Oh sure, he loved his Sekirei and thought they were all pretty as well, but Miya was… Miya was-

Whatever Miya was, he never quite figures out how to put in words, because in the midst of beating his meat to mental images of her naked, the door to Minato’s room suddenly swings open. The young man belatedly realizes he forgot to lock it, even as the current subject of his thoughts and objects of his fantasies steps inside carrying some fresh blankets. 

She stops dead in her tracks upon seeing him and what he’s doing of course, and Minato flinches preemptively in expectation of immediate pain and censure for daring to take care of one of his body’s base urges in Miya’s inn. No matter that he was trying to handle the damn erection in private, away from any of the girls. This right here might just get him kicked out on his ass.

Except, that doesn’t happen. Eventually, Minato stops cringing away from a blow that never comes and looks up, half-expecting Miya’s menace to still be growing and building or something… but even the miasma that always builds around the older woman when anything close to lewd starts to happen isn’t present. Instead, the purple-haired, landlady… is staring at his cock, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“So… big…”

W-What? Minato looks down at himself, frowning slightly. Sure, he had to take hold of himself with both hands in order to properly jack off, but… was he really that big? There’s a sudden snap and click and Minato’s head flies up again, the young man now the one with wide eyes as Miya finishes closing and locking the door behind him. Her own gaze never leaves his dick even as she’s doing so, and once she’s done with the door, she begins to walk towards his bed as if in a daze.

Setting down the blankets, the gorgeous older woman looks to be almost entranced as she crawls onto the bed. Minato, meanwhile, is frozen up. This feels like a hallucination, like a daydream, like it can’t be real. But then, in the end… if that is the case, does it matter if he enjoys it? Grinning a little bit like a loon, something in Minato finally, after so much weight and strain… snaps.

Still gripping his cock, he wags it back and forth in front of Miya’s face as the prowling older woman crawls closer and closer.

“This what you want, Miya?”

To his utter delight, she slowly nods, her brown eyes never leaving his dick. Still not quite sure that this is all real, but definitely unwilling to pass up the opportunity presented to him, Minato reaches out as Miya comes into range, and slides a hand through her purple locks, gripping firmly as he takes hold of her by the hair.

“Then… then use your mouth on me.”

For a moment, Miya hesitates. Minato has to admit, he’s afraid she’s coming back to herself, that she’s about to regain control of her faculties, realize how she’s acting, and he’ll be in a world of pain. But all that happens is the widow’s eyes flicking up to his face for a moment, before going back down to his cock. And then, to his shock and relief, the cutest little murmur from the older woman’s lips.

“Y-Yes…”

And then those same lips are around his cock, and Minato is in heaven. It’s in that moment that he knows this is real, as mind-boggling as that realization is. There’s no way that this is anything BUT real, in the end. After all, Minato has never had his dick sucked before now. His cock has never been graced with the presence of a woman’s lips, or her warm wet mouth, or her eager, slurping tongue. 

So, if this were a hallucination or wet dream… how the hell would Minato know exactly how all those things felt, to be able to simulate and replicate them in his mind? That was how he knew it was real… because it FELT more real than any of the fantasies he’d ever had about Miya Asama before now. 

“Miya… you feel so good…”

He wants more. Miya has her lips wrapped around his cock, and is currently going to town on his member, bobbing up and down the first half of his apparently titanic length with reckless abandon. Minato is still coming to terms with the fact that he’s apparently ‘big’ to the beautiful landlady of Izumo Inn, big enough for her to lose all sense of propriety and decide to suck him off, just like that. But he’s quickly wrapping his head around the fact, even as Miya continues to wrap her pillowy soft lips around his other head, swirling her tongue along his cock again and again.

“Miya… I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

Using his grip on her hair, Minato yanks her off his cock. It’s not easy, because he’s quite weak, even for a human, and Miya is… well, Miya. But after his first yank meets a stone wall of resistance, the purple-haired older woman hesitates and then relents… and allows Minato do have his way with her. She allows him to manhandle her further onto the bed, allows him to toss her down onto her back.

In a bit of a frenzy brought about by however long it’d been since he’d been unceremoniously introduced to the Sekirei Plan and his life had become so insane, Minato yanks Miya’s clothes off, tearing the traditional attire of a Miko that she likes to wear straight off of her. He exposes every last inch of her beautiful body.

She may not have massive milk jugs like some of his Sekirei, or a fat ass, but Miya is still perfectly proportioned in Minato’s eyes, with a pair of gorgeous tits that he can grip with both hands quite easily, and a slender but ultimately hourglass shaped figure that results in a thin waist, wide feminine hips, and pale thighs he just can’t get enough of.

Growling like a man possessed, and maybe he is, maybe there’s a primal spirit inside of him right now that’s not letting him back down or run away screaming like part of him wants to, Minato brings his seemingly large cock to bear and pushes Miya’s legs apart, finding no resistance from the beautiful widow as she lays beneath him, licking her lips and panting lightly.

Placing his cockhead, lubed up with her saliva, at her wet entrance, Minato leans over Miya, staring her in the eye.

“I’m… I’m going to fuck you now, Miya. And once I start, I don’t know when I’m going to stop.”

He doesn’t necessarily ask for permission, but in a way, that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s giving Miya one last time to stop this, to back out, to push him away. He’s too much of a gentleman not to, it would seem. Luckily, Miya doesn’t seem to come to her senses. She looks down between their bodies at where they’re about to be joined, and then lets out a throaty moan as she looks him right in the eye.

“D-Do it…”

With an answer like that, how can Minato not thrust forward right there on the spot? It’s been sometime for Miya, because even though she’s the mother-figure of Izumo Inn, their ever-present landlady, her cunt is quite tight. How many years has she gone without sex? Perhaps that’s why his cock had such an… effect on her? 

Fuck, why is he wasting so much time thinking about this? With another lustful growl, Minato throws such thoughts from his mind and focuses on what’s important… railing Miya into the bed beneath her, fucking her harder and faster by the moment as he builds up both momentum and confidence with every last thrust. In response, Miya welcomes him with open arms quite literally, moaning as she wraps her limbs around his body.

She holds him to her loosely, but it’s more than enough for Minato to lean in and finally do the deed… claiming her lips for himself. That’s when it happens, the winging. After all, Miya is an unwinged Sekirei, as her original husband was not in fact an Ashikabi. But Minato was… and now he’d claimed the most powerful piece on the board, a Sekirei who had, when she revealed herself to them, declared herself more akin to a Goddess than anything else.

And yet, winging her was met with little fanfare from either of them. Minato noted that it happened, but besides Miya clinging to him a bit more tightly, there was no real change beyond that. Why would there be? They had more important things on both of their minds… namely, Minato using his big fat cock to fuck the landlady of Izumo Inn utterly silly.

And so, the cowardly loser known to some as the Ashikabi of the North does exactly that. And as he fucks Miya with all of his strength, he lets loose his pent up emotions, his feelings that he’s been pushing down all this time. He’s not at all gentle with the purple-haired woman as a result, but to be fair, she can take it. She can take everything he could possibly dish out, so Minato really doesn’t hold back. 

Slowly but surely, it’s as if he’s being reforged, remolded. He’s being remade in the crucible that is Miya’s soft but firm body, her wet clenching cunt wrapping around his cock and squeezing tightly as she cums again and again along his length. Minato can’t say for sure what he’s becoming, what he’ll be when they’re done coming together… but he knows it’ll be something better. 

After all, he’s fucking the Hannya of the North herself into a stupor. He can’t exactly call himself a coward or a loser after this, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to quite believe anyone else who tries to apply those labels to him going forward either. This right here is a catalyst of sorts, and Minato knows that the only two options are to either shatter or come out the other side stronger.

He’s already passed up the opportunity to shatter, so at this point, there’s really no choice, is there? He’s fucking Miya, he’s plowing into her in a mating press. Shit, he’s going to cum soon.

“Miya… I’m cumming!”

Once again, he doesn’t ask for permission… he doesn’t need to. His newest Sekirei and first sexual conquest happily squeezes down on him all the more tightly, holding him to herself so that every last drop of his seed ends up in her womb. She doesn’t let go until he’s done, until he’s finished cumming inside of her. It’s the first creampie her twat has experienced in who knew how many years, and the look on Miya’s face is one of perverse bliss, her eyes crossed and a dopy grin on her lips.

Minato can’t help but grin right back at that facial expression. Easing his cock out of Miya’s cunt, he finds himself to be hard still… and he did promise Miya he wouldn’t stop until he was done. Grin widening, Minato moves up the length of the laid-out landlady’s body and places his messy cock between her tits and up against her lips. 

As she submissively takes him back in her mouth and uses her hands to wrap her breasts around his massive shaft as best she can, Minato tilts his head back and groans happily before settling in to deal with years of repressed lust and sexual frustration. The Ashikabi of the North has finally found his voice… woe to his enemies.