Divine Celebrity 129 (Patreon)

For a moment, I did nothing as I watched my sexy coach struggle to stand up, my mind on the implications of the totem animal. If I was a petty man, I might have blamed Juana for it, but I didn’t. At least, it happened when I had my pet near, which was the safer option than empowering another human. 

It would have been much worse if it happened when I didn’t have a convenient target like that. The only reason it worked was the persistent connection between me and my pet created by that experimental rune… Lucky again.

But, when my sexy coach managed to push herself onto her feet, and leaned against one of her lockers to deal with her trembling legs, I decided to focus my attention fully on her. Whatever this totem animal was, I could deal with it a few minutes later,  I thought as I watched her push her panties with a desperate speed. 

When she pushed her ass out, her short skirt was wholly inefficient to hide her wetness from that angle. “It’s time to take your reward, sir,” she whispered. My gaze widened as I noticed a little surprise. A plug in her ass, making it a beautiful invasion. 

“Well, isn’t that a surprise?” I growled as I took a step, and the distance between us disappeared immediately as I put my hands on her wide ass. She had an amazing ass, and seeing it prepared for me was a nice surprise. 

It showed commitment to the bet, I thought even as I caressed her impressive ass, enjoying the shiver of her caramel skin. 

“Yes, sir, just for you. You deserve it for your amazing victory,” she whispered, her excitement impossible to fake — and even if I doubted my senses, there was no doubt about the way her arousal echoed magically, her lust almost a physical object. 

I raised her skimpy cheerleader's skirt even as I gripped the plug and removed it carefully. Then, I threw it away as I slid two fingers inside her wet pussy,, fingering her rather than using my cock.

No, that had a different purpose. 

“R-right now, sir,” she whispered even as I pressed it against her widened hole, ready to make her my ass slut. 

“No time like the present,” I whispered as I pushed forward, enjoying her tight clamp around me. 

"God, too fast," she whispered, but the arousal in her tone was impossible to mistake. And, her ass was lubricated enough that it slipped easily. 

“Then, you should bend over better to reduce the impact,, little miss,” I said as I watched her open the locker to create a grip for herself, her cry loud enough to echo in the room. Just to make a point, I slapped her ass, and she moaned louder. 

I might have teased her a bit more, but she had gone to the trouble of preparing a beautiful surprise for me, so I worked hard to maximize her pleasure. My fingers stayed in her pussy, pumping in the same rhythm. She whimpered as I picked up speed. 

“Damn, I’m glad that I made that bet,” I whispered as I impaled her ass. 

“Me too, sir,” she moaned honestly, every push making her tits dance. “Me too.” 

Even with the preparation, it must be hurting, but she took it like a true champion, in a way that a whiny cheerleader could never achieve, reminding me that she was not a coach for nothing — though I doubted she would take it as a compliment, so I kept that observation for myself. 

Instead, I continued impaling her. Her ass, perfect thanks to a combination of the genetic lottery, constant exercise, and optimal age, was difficult to ignore even before factoring in her true identity as my superior — bureaucratic superior only, with the rather nebulous dance of power, but still enough to matter — making the moment even more delicious. 

“Enough warm up,” I suddenly said as I pulled back, letting my smile widen. “Now, are you ready for the real thing, little miss?”

“R-real thing,” she gasped while I positioned myself. She tightened further, but she didn’t ask me to stop … so I slammed into her, hard enough that it echoed in the room, loud enough to rival her cry. I started banging her with a speed I wouldn’t have dared without my magical ability to heal. 

Soon, her cries turned into whimpers, grabbing the locker for balance as invaded her ass, truly and mercilessly. 

Her whimpers were constant, yet not the kind of howls of pain I expected as I picked up speed. Her resistance was no joke, and probably the pleasure she was feeling gave her a better focus. 

“Damn, little miss, you’re something else. Maybe I should talk with your dean about a permanent transfer. I wouldn’t mind permanent access to this ass.” 

“It can … be … arranged,” she gasped, interrupted by moans, though her tone was different as she said so. It was not her fake cheerleader voice, but her true voice. 

“What would it take?” I asked. 

“We have — several more matches — that need to be won,” she whispered. 

“And, since I managed to put the football team in such great order, you want me to continue,” I said, not stopping impaling as I said so, each stroke going deeper into foreign territory. It was hard to decipher the mixture of whimpers and moans she let out under the invasion of pleasure, but I decided to take it as a positive. 

“Let’s change location,” I suddenly ordered, and before she could react, I grabbed her legs and lifted her, pumping into her ass with each step. She looked at the door worriedly, but I just chuckled, bringing her to the showers instead. 

She tried to remove her top. “Keep it on,” I ordered as I brought her to the showers, and turned the water on. The warm water hit us, drenching her uniform enough to add some transparency, which was exactly what I needed to make it even more fun. 

"Does it feel good, little miss?" I asked, leaning forward a bit, going even deeper as I pushed her against the wall, trapping her with no hope of escaping. It helped her, with her trembling too badly to keep her upright without that little assistance. 

"Aaaaah, it feels amazing, sir," she admitted, bathing in pleasure. “But I want even more.” 

“Don’t worry about that, little miss, I take my role seriously,” I answered. “I’ll make sure you can’t leave the room unassisted.” 

Determined to keep my promise, I began taking long, slow strokes inside her ass, and her whimpers rose. Soon, I picked up speed once more, and her gasps were replaced by moans, showing just how much she enjoyed being a little anal slut. 

"Please, harder," she still begged, impressing me.

“Impressive,” I answered as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, invading her tight hole even more aggressively. 

Her moans accelerated, soon turning into screams; making me glad for the quality of the stadium. “Do you want me to cum inside your naughty ass?” I asked. 

“Yes, sir, fill me up,” she moaned, her authority abandoned under the shower, her cheerleader outfit drenching so bad that it might as well not exist. 

“As you wish, miss sports director,” I whispered into her ear, enjoying ruining the fantasy at the last possible moment. 

As I deposited my load into her, I watched the most animated orgasm I had seen in my life, it echoing as a magical entity as well as a physical reaction. She shook, she trembled, she screamed; and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen as her caramel skin glistened wetly. 

“Amazing performance,” I said as I pulled back. She fell on her knees, edging unconsciousness.  

“O-of course,” she whispered. “I take my bets seriously.” 

“That you do,” I answered, letting my smirk widen. “Now, do you want me to help with your car, or would you prefer to come to my office as I start working on the plan for the next week.” 

“Neither,” she answered as she shifted her stance and opened her legs. “Don’t tell me that we already reached the end of our fun. I’m just warming up.” 

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge. Are you sure you can handle it?” 

“Only one way to find out…” she said as she slipped her hands under her skirt, using her fingers to widen her entrance. I licked my lips as I captured the sight, my insides being tickled with excitement. 

“Before we start,” I said as I leaned down, ripping her top to leave her tits naked, finally drinking the amazing view of their glistening expanse … my shaft already raging to go.