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Bright In A Hollow Sky - Emerald reward story
🕑 Added 2021-07-30 18:45:25 +0000 UTC(Duran note: Sorry this came so late in the month, stuff came up. Enjoy.)
The stands are so packed for the festival that the fact you can even spy an empty seat is a miracle. You had one right up until you got up to get some snacks; you'd slung a backpack down onto the chair to mark that you were in it. That backpack had been carelessly thrown into the aisle when you returned, and some dick from Atlas Academy was in your seat, insisting they didn't see any backpack and they were always sitting there. Fucking military brats. But somehow, there's one empty seat, and you slip your way along to get to it, hoping for the best in the wriggling frustration and surprise of trying your best to get to the location and settle down into it, moving through and getting into place before you miss any of the rounds.
Everyone is a bit too vocal and too rambunctious. It's a noisy mess, and trying to navigate all of it only leaves you shuffling awkwardly about, trying to move quickly into the seat and hopefully not be beaten there by someone throwing themselves across the rows to get to it, which you can't even say is out of the question given how some people have been behaving for the chance to get a seat. It's a mess, but the excitement around the tournament is worth all that chaos, and if you can get into a seat and enjoy the show, it will be worth that one guy being an asshole. It's not much, but it's what you can hold onto, and you move to get yourself into position.
Finally you get to your seat, and in all the hustle and bustle of trying to get here, you haven't paid much attention to the neighbors you settle down between. On one side of you, someone with a leather jacket and a spiky blue mohawk. To the other side of you, a brown skinned girl with green hair, wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers. For a moment, you're just so happy to be in a seat and so distracted that you don't think about any of it. You look forward and out onto the arena ground. Then you blink. Then, your eyes slowly drift back again.
She's naked.
You almost fall out of your seat as the surprise takes you. The realization is sudden and without a whole lot of sense to it. You look back at her, shaken by the realization that you're looking at a body compeltely devoid of clothing. Her fit body is completely exposed, and for some insane reason nobody else seems to notice. The people on the other side of you don't pay any mind to her. Nobody does. She's sitting completely exposed, too. Legs crossed but not too tightly, and you can see her pristine pussy and the tuft of mint green hair over it. There is absolutely no good sense to this, and you freeze up, feeling your words caught in your throat. What words even are they? You're frozen in shock and absolutely not prepared for all the shock behind this.
The problem with trying to figure this out is that you spend a lot of time looking back at her body. At her very naked body. and it draws her attention. "Can I help you?" she asks. There's such a casual nothingness to her voice. It's as if you're doing something wrong by looking at her so much.
"No, it's fine," you say. Your eyes jerk away from her and your head turns, and you try everything you can to shake these weird thoughts from your head. There's no fucking way that this is real. You sit there awkwardly trapped in indecision, wondering if you should look over again, wondering what you could even say. This doesn't seem real. But your eyes drift again, curiosity getting the better of you, that nervous bite and the tension that it brings making you drift toward her once more.
"You sure everything is fine?' she asks. Her voice is curt and it's tense. Your eyes snap up toward her gaze this time. It's a better place to zero in on, at least, but even that only does you so much good. "You're staring a lot."
"It's nothing," you say.
"Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing." Her legs shift and spread open, and your eyes can't help but be drawn to her pussy again. Especially as she runs a hand down her body and takes a moment to rub at her pussy. All right in front of you. "You just really like the clothes I have on, right? It's a nice outfit?"
"Yeah, it's really great on you," you say, shifting awkwardly in your seat. There's absolutely nothing about this that you feel ready for. "I really like it." It's an empty remark. It's fine. Whatever the hell this is, that has to qualify as a real answer.
"Uh-huh, my great out. You know, I'm glad you noticed it, nobody has said anything about what I'm wearing all day. I'm curious though; what colour do you think it is?" she asks. The point blank remark doesn't skip a beat; she's been waiting for the chance to ask it.
"What?" It's a clumsy attempt to feign ignorance.
The unimpressed look on her face feels like an attack. There's a shift and squirm in her position, and she continues to stare you down with direct and steady contempt. "What colour are my clothes?"
You have to say something. The first colour that comes to mind leaves your lips without a whole lot of confidence. "Orange."
"Orange, huh?"
"Looks orange to me!" You put on a bold face. This is insanity. She looks at you with every blatant indication that she knows you're full of shit, and you are powerless to do anything about it.
The look on her face turns toward a strange sort of excitement. "You can see that I'm naked."
"Naked?" you ask with too much feigned shock. "No, you're not naked."
"Right. Absolutely not naked." Her hand trails down her pristine body, and your eyes follow it all the way down. She settles it between her legs again, sinking two fingers right into it pussy in front of you. "Fully clothed out in public. Everyone else seems to think so, right?" Her smile is wicked and unrepentant. "Not naked at all." Her hand works without patience or calm, and now, she has your attention very tightly, and very intentionally. She's not subtle, she's not graceful. She's rubbing herself and somehow you're the only one who's noticing it. "I'm fully clothed, doing great, and you're just appreciating my outfit. Name's Emerald, by the way."
She's turning flirty. It's only making this weirder, and you spit out a confused attempt to say hi to her, stumbling into a weird mess of surprised emotions and the growing fog of worry that comes from trying to deal with any of this. She's touching herself now, and all you can do is stare. "How?' is all you can finally spit out. Is it ruining the illusion? Absolutely. But you can't fathom any of this, can't make sense of all the weirdness coming from this bubbling strangeness, and you just have to break the illusion to ask what on earth this is. "How is nobody else noticing this?'
Emerald bites her lip and shifts her position in the seat. "Maybe this isn't happening, and you're the one seeing things," she says. But there's a gleaming wickedness in her eye, and you can't buy that for a second. "Or you're special, and nobody else can see the truth."
"I think I saw that movie once. So I'm Neo?"
That draws a surprising laugh from her. "No, Neo is somebody else. But alright, I'll bite. My semblance is about illusions, and I'm able to keep people seeing what I want them to. Or keep them from seeing what I want them to." She continues to indulge in the pleasure and need of a desire as strong as can be. Your eyes focus on her body, and that winds her up, makes her touch herself faster. There's a senseless need to this, pleasure bounding on stronger and hotter, rushing through her with little control or care. The unhesitating joy that she moves with is something truly beautiful, a ferocious rush of passion and need coming on stronger by the second.
Your fixation hasn't exactly been devoid of arousal in the first place, but the more you take in the sight of her, the more excited you get. Burning excitement begins to rumble through your body, a pleasure and a need that doesn't have much sense or restraint to it. You're fixated by this, struggling to make sense of what you're witnessing and how strongly the pleasures are pulling you in. Your cock is hardening, growing more excited and more hungry, and you shift in your seat just as much. "So why can I see it?"
"I wish I knew." Emerald's eyes gleam. "Everyone should be seeing me wearing clothes right now, but you don't. So here I am, just a dirty girl looking to get off on nobody realizing I'm naked. But someone does. You see why this is so exciting to me now, right?" Her breath tightens voice rumbling. Her free hand grabs at her chest, fondling herself while her needy fingers continue pumping away. She doesn't hold anything back, and the growing pleasure and heat grows stronger. "It's pretty hot. I thought it'd be fun to masturbate without anyone noticing me, but maybe it's even more fun if someone does."
The jaw-dropping awe and desire of this pleasure is absolutely incredible. The rumbling need and desire comes on ever stronger and hotter. You can't help yourself, watching her and feeding the pleasure and chaos that she's indulging in harder and greedier. There's no denying how exciting this is, no containing the fiery rushes and passion that you want to give in to. "It's hot," you tell her. "Our secret."
"Exactly. Nngh, you're a smart one." Her tongue drags along her lips. Her fitful body doesn't stay still. There's so much going on in the stands and so much noise that nobody is paying attention to her except you, and her moans lips right by everyone else's notice. "So you can watch all you want. It's our secret, right?" Her hips roll, opening up harder to the growing chaos and excitement of a pleasure too shameless to really be believed. Her relentless indulgence is a treat you can barely get enough of, remaining utterly transfixed on how she moves. You're losing your focus, patience crumbling and composure melting away, demanding something that you feel completely lost to. There is no controlling this weird mess of passion and heat, just the growing desire and hunger keeping you drawing closer, making for something you struggle harder to deal with.
Emerald's fingers continue to indulge in the pleasure and fever of a pleasure that keeps you fixated, keeps you craving only the chance to keep marveling at what she's doing. Her self-love is indulgent and passionate, and she is having a blatant, shameless fun with all of this that keeps you transfixed, utterly unable to keep from watching this with burning appreciation and raw joy. She's forward, she's greedy, she's completely unable to contain all these volatile joys. Her moans get louder, the vocal joys pulling her steadily deeper and bringing Emerald clearly closer and closer into joy, into a pleasure that you want to give up to completely. This is too much.
This wild tease is driving you mad. Watching her dive in on herself and touching her body every which way brings on something truly beautiful, a passion and heat that doesn't want to let up for a second. It's everything you need, everything you could ask for, and you just cannot contain it. There is absolutely no sense to any of this, but Emerald is such a gorgeous, beautiful woman that you can't possibly resist. The pleasure is overbearing, a pleasure coming on ever stronger and stranger, and you don't try to fight it. "You're lucky," you groan.
"Because I get to cum, and you have to keep your pants on?" Her face lights up, the wicked heat and brilliance growing stronger. "Nngh, you're right. You can't take your cock out. I wish you could." Her tongue slithers along her lips. "Mm, actually, I changed my mind. Take it out."
"What?"
"Trust me and take your cock out." Her fingers stop. "You're going to join me. Take your cock out and stroke."
"You're insane. I'm not getting dragged out of here for jerking off in public."
"Trust me." She says it again. There's a mix of tense irritation and sultry enticement in her voice. It's infuriating. "I'm going to make sure nobody sees it."
"I don't know who you are," you reply back. That fact isn't a reminder that makes this all a whole lot more insane, because you've gotten way too caught up in watching a stranger masturbate. This isn't getting saner. It's getting anything but. "Why should I trust you?"
Emerald's eyes stare right through you with the confident certainty of what she's about to say that makes you fairly certain you know the answer already, and it terrifies you. "Because if you masturbate with me, I'll let you fuck me."
That's what you needed to hear. Also what you really don't need to hear. The excitement brings up a mad storm within your body. Your clothes are coming off. The fixation you suddenly feel pulling you in is a pleasure that absolutely nothing can deal with, but you're so ready for this. Your body trembles, and you can feel your cock rustling in your clothes. "Are you serious?"
"Whip it out." With her tongue running along her lips and the pleasure growing ever more ferocious, and you feel compelled to do so. You can't resist it. Emerald has leverage and power over you, and her tease brings you a pleasure that makes you crave ecstasy and desire. Your clothes come away and you take hard of your aching, desperate cock, raging arousal urging you to start touching yourself. "Oh, look at you go! You horny little thing. Stroke just like that, and you can raw me after you're done."
You're ding it, and you really, really hope this is somehow okay and normal. Your head swings around wildly like it's on a swivel. You look around certain somebody is going to see you. That this is all a joke and someone is about to do something. But nobody does. You're completely ignored even while feverishly masturbating, ignored completely and allowed to keep stroking yourself, opening up to the growing pleasure and excitement of masturbating without anybody's notice. Even the motion of your arm, as indicative as it is, doesn't seem to be making anybody blink. You're abler to just do what you want, bringing on a million questions and concerns that have you baffled and wondering what nay of this is, and you turn toward Emerald, mouth agape.
"They just see you sitting there," Emerald says. Her hand is working faster between her legs. The motion of her body bucking about is getting needier. "I gave you a big thing of popcorn. You're fine." Her eyes drift lower, and her tongue flicks outward. "You're more than fine. Mm, keep stroking so I can get that thing inside of me." She rocks upward, bucking out of her chair while indulging harder in the pleasure. Her masturbation is unrepentant, completely shameless and divorced from even a semblance of control now. And you're happily along for this ride, needing it so badly and just not caring about anything else in the face of this all. The sensations are overbearing, bringing you deeper into a satisfying need to give in.
So you masturbate alongside her. Emerald rubs herself, moaning louder and hotter, all while you tend to your needs and the continued haziness of these pleasures rips through you. There's really nothing here that makes sense, but maybe it doesn't need to. You stroke faster, eyes on the way her gorgeous body moves, on the dizzy fascination pulling you steadily deeper, and you just don't know how to hold it back. You feel yourself burn with a passion and a desire you can't resist, a need that just will not slow. There's too many feelings here, and you feel ready for all of them, stroking quicker and giving in to the pleasure that it demands from you. This is too much. You feel the tension brewing, feel the inexhaustible joy of simply letting go. It takes you with a vicious and overbearing desire, a need that doesn't let up, and you're happy to embrace of it.
Your moans are shaky and excited, the pleasure coming on with absolutely no sense of containing these pleasures. You welcome it, embracing the potent desire and heat keeping you hungry and greedy, wanting to embrace it all and caring about pleasures as potent as you can get. The desire and heat that this all evokes within you is overbearing, a raw rush of excitement coming on ever hotter and stranger, demanding that you keep giving in to the pleasure it offers. You don't want it to stop, unable to get enough of what this all is and how potent it can be. There's huge risk here, a desire coming on stranger and needier, making you struggle with absolutely no idea how to handle this.
It feels good. Too good. Your hand doesn't want to slow down, the burning desire bringing you further and further into a burning joy and a need that you feel ready to give up to. Your cock aches in your hand, wild strokes jerking faster and wilder, need rising up through you and bringing on a desire clenching up through you. There's no resisting it, no controlling these pleasures. You feel ready and desperate and so eager to let go, and to bring in the sensations you crave most. "Cumming," you groan.
"Fuck. Me too. Why didn't I ever think that this could be more fun with a friend?" She moans, shoulders bunching up into her neck as she lets go. Her spine arches back, and together you burn through with ferocious desire and a greedy joy that does not want to let up. Her whines rumble and her legs tremble, and you in turn hold a hand over the head of your cock, making sure your erupting load only hits your palm and doesn't splatter into the hair of the person sitting in front of you. You hold back everything, wanton desire growing needier and dizzier through you, and you don't know how to make sense of any of it. You feel good. Too good.
"Okay," Emerald moans. "You did it. You really fucking jacked off in public for a cute girl. That's hot." She reaches over you, grabbing the chair on your opposite shoulder and using the grip to spin and pull herself around, settling proudly up into your lap and grabbing hold of you firmly. "Let's go." She grabs your cock and positions herself hastily up onto your lap, wasting no time in lining up her shot and then pushing right down your lap, sinking onto you and wasting no time in the chance to move in and seize hold of what she wanted. And you welcome it.
"Fuck it," you say, grabbing her wide hips and holding onto her, thrusting up from below and starting in with absolutely no resistance to these joys. You want this. You need this. Her pussy is slick and it's tight, snug around your cock and demanding your deepest needs. It's too much, and you don't want it to stop. Her perky tits shove into your face, and you're eager to oblige and push forward, pleasure growing stranger and hotter, making you crave more and more satisfaction and need. This is too much, but only in the best ways, bringing a sharper and more tightly focused excitement that keeps up its demands.
Nobody pays any attention. Even with Emerald bouncing on your dick, nobody is looking, nobody is finding it weirder. You turn your head to look at the people sitting right behind you. People who Emerald would be staring right in the eye. Their head is shifted off to the side and their expression is one of irritation. Her lips meet your ear, and she moans, "They think you're holding up a big sign. Nobody knows you have a cute girl riding your dick." This is absolute shock, and the pleasure is only coming on stronger and stranger. Emerald has thought of everything and brought on pleasures and strange flares of heat that just do not want to let up.
You can't believe this is happening. Your hands grip her tighter, groping her shapely ass and keeping up the stranger, wilder passions, bringing you further into a pleasure that doesn't want to stop. You feel lost to this all, feel like you just can't handle what's going on, but you know you want to give in to it all, know you crave the idea of letting it all go. There is no good way to handle this, no sense in controlling yourself. Your bodies move together with erratic desires. You've gone from being unsure about her public sexual indulgence to caring only about giving in to this. You need it. You want it. The deep craving for more feels like intense to be real, and you're happy to keep riding out the passion, keep moving against this and embracing your deepest wants.
"Your cock feels so good," she moans into your ear. "You're doing great. I knew you were special. And nobody knows you're fucking me. This is our secret." Your secret. Emerald and you get to savour this in unison, to dig deeper into a pleasure that doesn't feel like it can be held back. There's only ravenous desire to come apart together, a mutual lust and a heated need that doesn't let up. Together, you're going to lose yourselves. The tournament? You don't care anymore. It's unimportant. All you want is to let Emerald's pussy wring your cock until your balls are dry, and you want it more than you feel like you can help.
"You ever do this before?" you ask her, groping her tighter, even endeavoring to give her ass a back. There's no reason to hold back, and frankly, the idea of doing so is absolutely unthinkable. This is way too much to take on at once, a needy rush of passion and desire bringing you further in, making everything just feel right. You writhe in chaos together and embrace the pleasure that feels unbearably bright. Together, you welcome pleasures that don't want to hold back, until you both just give in completely, letting the joy bring you in tighter. This is too much and you don't know what to do with any of it, craving the chance to unravel to joy that doesn't want to stop.
"Masturbate? Yes. Fuck people? No. No, this is new. I like it." She rides faster, bucking about with burning delight and feverish need, a desire that doesn't want to hold back, and you feel like you can't possibly contain the pleasures that keep pushing you on. "So you should cum inside me and make me really want more. Do it. Raw." She moans louder, head rolling back, and the pleasure that washes harder through you. This is a lot, but its excess won't stop feeling better. For the sake of giving in and embracing pure chaos, you just happily let go, and the idea of controlling this is gone. You're ready. You're lost. You cum deep inside of her and completely fucking lose yourself.
Your cum erupts into her needy, waiting pussy, filling Emerald up and giving in to the burning joy and the pleasure of something too mad to believe. She moans loudly, throwing her head back and yelling something about how good the popcorn tastes. It makes you snicker, embracing the weird passion and delight of giving in to the burning joy of letting go. You embrace the pleasure and give up completely to these passions and everything that comes with it. Your hips wriggle and buck about in desperate, dizzy joy, welcoming utter bliss, and the joy of filling her up and letting go is everything you could ask for.
"Holy shit," you groan. You stare dizzily up at her. "I'm never gonna see you again now, am I?"
"Maybe not," she coos. "But I won't rule it out." She tugs your head back and plants one onto your lips. "I just hope if you do, it's not with my clothes on." Then she gets up and leaves, and you walk her gorgeous ass sway with every step as she does, tucking your dick away and getting away with everything.
