FUM - CHAPTER 6 - PUBLIC


I stirred the cauldron of browning onions, my eyes catching on a droplet of Chef's release caught in my bangs.  I could've gone for another round, let her plug my nasal passage again, but no, the bronze-haired beauties upstairs had deemed it beneath me. 
Chef sat at my side on the counter, massaging her neck. She grumbled and said, "Not gonna be enough of that if those two are expecting to eat."
"Maybe if they ate in human form?" I asked, hopeful. The plodding, stomping ruckus above our heads continued. They'd come back from the cellar, arms like tree-limbs laden with silk sacks.  
A loud crash came from upstairs, sending a shower of dust across the kitchen. Then a shout, "Uuuuaaaggh!" 
"They're going to bring the ceiling down on us." Chef said, pushing herself off the counter, "I'm going hunting."
"Oh?" Meat sounded good, "What for?"
"You like rat?" She leveled at me, deadpan.
She's going to make me eat rat? I would slaver over unwashed gob-dick, but rat?
"I-I'm sure it'll be great..." Another crash, more dust.
"Cover the damn pot when they do that," she ordered, slinking from the room.
"Yes Chef!" I hadn't seen a lid, so I got up on tiptoes and leaned over the cauldron until the dust cleared, warming my belly. 
It was getting really dark.
I clasped my hands together and rocked them, pulling that little bouncing flame mote back into existence, "Hey buddy."
Looking around the rubble strewn kitchen, my eyes settled on a half-busted porcelain tea kettle. I held my flame in one hand and began collecting small wood-scrap in the other, stuffing it into the kettle's basin. Softly, I settled the mote down to nestle into it.  The scrap quickly caught, light reflecting off the white kettle-wall inside like a makeshift lantern.
Check me out!
I set it down beside the pot and continued to stir, my only company a flickering flame and the sounds of war being waged upstairs.
This is the part where a ghost flips my skirt right?
The crashes were coming in quicker succession, and then a high pitched "Haiii!"
Alright, at least one of those Oni's is in human form, getting finger-blasted, pretending she's in a God-damned hentai, or worse.
I stirred quicker.
Come on, brown!
"Yes-yes-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaahhhh," her voice called again.
My knees buckled, no one was around to see me. My hand dropped to my skirt, rubbing the fabric at the crest of my mound. 
One of those kawaii college girls, red hair or blue hair, I don't care. With her little horn-nub, getting drilled by a full-scale Oni-dick. Why not me?
Crash, thud, "Mmmmm... You think... you-can...break-me...Braja?!" Yes, Braja was definitely in Oni form, was definitely dicking down the human version of her dangerous body-double. I bent back over the pot, steam pooling under my tits, and lifted my skirt, snaking my hand to my needy little maid-hole.
Why not let Chef dick me if they aren't going to pull me into the ménage-à-terror? 
Sliding my fingers inside, I hooked them to hit, that spot.
"Shut up you little bitch... Feel it" Crash. "Yes-Unnnh-oh-Oh!"
I could no longer see inside the pot.  The onions were brown enough.
 Fuck it.
I had to witness this. I dumped the bucket of salty spring-water into the cauldron like Chef had instructed and grabbed my kettle-lantern.
Tip-toeing out the kitchen, through the foyer, and up the busted wooden staircase, I sidestepped cracks and pieces of the shattered banister, mashing my clit, just a little, not enough to send me stumbling.
"You-won't-make-me-cum! You-won't! You-ah-aah..." that sweet voice was getting ravaged, probably gripped around the dome by a taloned hand, thrusted into from below, and loving it.
Make her cum you fucking stud.
Kettle placed on the floor, shedding the hall in dim light, I approached the door.
Alright, how to approach this? I can't just knock... It'd ruin the moment. 
Or, they have to know I can hear them, maybe they want me to?
Or, there we go.
A cracked wooden picture frame, a few feet across, lying in the middle of the hall. "Mmm, yes-yes... just fill me up baby! Spurt-in-meee!" 
The time for waiting was over. I rushed the door, ankle catching the frame, hard. I had to sell it, "Aaahhh-" I screamed, tumbling, twisting, skirt up, on my knees, chest flat on the floor, ass angled directly at the door, "Owww," I moaned. 
Come on, please...
"What the hell?" Braja said. Moments later, the door cracked.
Thank you.
Pantsu popped out, just her head, little nub gleaming in the lantern-light, mascara smudged, hair wild, no longer in a bun.
"Nnn... cut it out!" I heard a playful slap, "What are you doing, courtesan?"
"Ahh... Soup's, almost ready." I reached back to clutch my heel, acting oblivious, her eyes were trained on my slick velvet.
Pantsu's eyelashes fluttered, her eyes rolled "I said to- Joshi Braja!" I heard the poof, she'd just uttered Braja's command word, turning Braja from demon Dom to snappy slut.
Damn-it. No.
The chance was slipping through my fingers. 
Girl-voice Braja laughed, "You called uncle, another mark for Braja!"
"Shut it," Pantsu turned, "We were interrupted, doesn't count!"
Pantsu stepped out of the room, adjusting and tying her mini-kimono. I hadn't noticed before, but her eyes were two separate colors, one red, one blue. Her gaze had returned to my vulva, my throbbing clit, "Now cut your shit, this one's wanting."
"I can see that," Braja said, still inside the door.
How?
Pantsu's red eye winked twice, then her blue eye once, out of sync. 
Braja continued, "You know we're not allowed to touch, Bura's orders."
"We're not allowed to dick. She didn't say anything about touch," Pantsu trailed a fingernail across my tensing ass.
Yes please, Young-Mistress.
"She's bruised her shin and needs us to take care of her," She dropped to her knee and clutched me by the foot, pressing her thumb into my sole. My back arched, "Ah-h-h"
"That's all the excuse I need." Braja stepped into the doorframe, mini-kimono split, exposing the inner edge of two teardrop breasts and her crimson-haired juice-box.
"Please, it aches so bad..." I pivoted my thighs up, exposing it all.  Ass-flesh, the sopping wet, pink frills surrounding my sink, and my butthole, clenching to the rhythm of my heart.
"Poor girl, we can't deliver busted goods to our Queen," Pantsu leaned in, her breath like a brazier, "Here, let me kiss it."
"Oh you're so getting whipped for this!" Braja laughed, as those hundred and ninety degree, sizzling hot lips pressed into my hood, "Hu-huh!"
Her tongue was hotter, long, prehensile. It peeked between her lips and found my clit, pinpoint accurate. It flicked me once, and it was enough to make my whole body shudder, "-Oh God!"
I bit into my wrist.
What did I ask for?
She was still pressed firm to me, letting me ride it out against her lips.
"So tender." Braja said and crouched down to look me in the eyes.
"More, please..." I groaned into my arm.
Pantsu loosed her tongue again, an ember-skinned serpent, it coiled and wound across my whole vulva, "Aaahhhh!" 
Oh my God! Oh God!
My teeth gnashed into my wrist deep enough to bruise. I was not going to let her break me with only two licks.
Bura slid a soft hand beneath my tummy, holding me in place and using two fingers to part my folds, "Ah-ahah-" and then Pantsu's whole face met my backside, the tip of her nose poking at my back-door, "Drink up, slut." 
Pantsu's tongue writhed, slipped, and then tunneled, "Yes-haaah-fuck-yes...Nnnnnggh..." I looked back, Bura's palm rested on the back of Pantsu's head. Pantsu's eyes looked delighted, her hand was between her legs, working herself. 
Bura pressed her in deeper, and Pantsu moaned against me, grinding her hips into her own fingers.
She liked it. 
She loved it.
"Push me harder..." Pantsu mumbled, tongue wriggling through my insides.
"Oh!-Oh-ugh-huuuh-" Her jaw unhinged, surrounding my entire sex and Bura's fingers. Brutally hot, filthy wet, as her tongue rolled into knots within me.
I spat out my arm, heaving. My teeth clenched.
This is fucking it! Gah!
"Nnnnnngghhh-Oooahhhhh!!!!"
I quaked, tits dragging across the disgusting floor, sweat drenched, pussy on fire. Pantsu's hot breath billowing from her nostrils, around my taint, like desert wind. My head hit the wall as my hips dropped, shuddering, that hellfire serpent dragging out of me. My knees fell out, my pussy dropped, mound hitting planks, still shaking.
Through delirium, I caught them, a mess of arms and legs, mouths parted, sharing my taste, grinding at each other.