The Struggles Of Miss Magical Girl O

Moeka found herself robbed of sight and movement. Lying on the bed, the only thing she could do was struggle and let out incomprehensible noises. The more she did so, the tighter the ropes binding her felt.

Just a moment earlier, Yurika had somehow caught and tied the dazed Omega up in less than five minutes, moving more proficiently than a professional. Moeka's wrists were tightly bound to the headboard, while her long legs were forcibly folded and brought up to her chest, squeezing her breasts breathlessly. The apron—her last line of defense—was naturally nowhere to be found.

In a position where she could not express herself properly, and having to expose her naked body in this manner... Moeka's face was burning with shame.

With each second passing, Moeka became more sensitive to her surroundings. Even though all she could see was darkness, her senses acutely detected two passionate gazes directed at her. Even a small wisp of wind brushed against her sensitive areas would bring along a restless itch.

'How did I get into this...'

It was the first time the Omega had been subjected to this kind of play, and more than anybody, she was stunned at her own willingness to put herself on the cutting board. Of course, she had some knowledge of this field, though she never imagined participating in it. If she ever did, her partner would have been Fumiko, not... this deviant.

''Alright, let's begin.''

But there was no time to lament. Yurika, who was in her underwear, approached Moeka while licking her lips. The faint, pinkish light in the room softly reflected in her swaying silver hair. With a tight snap, she put a black glove on her left hand.

Under Himeko's watchful stare, Yurika retrieved a large bottle from the nightstand's drawer. Upon pressing the dispenser with her right hand, a copious amount of a transparent, viscous liquid was poured onto her gloved palm. As the thick lily scent enveloped the room, Himeko could not help but ask, ''That's...''

''My custom-made lotion.'' Yurika replied, smiling brightly, ''I've always wanted to use this on someone.''

With a deep flush blooming on her doll-like face, she poured the lotion on Moeka's defenseless body, drizzling it generously across her torso. Then, she extracted another full cup's worth of it and spilled the liquid on the Omega's twitching legs, her arms, and even her spread crotch.

''Mghmp...?!''

Moeka, feeling the cold fluid touching her body, struggled in vain. An alien sort of stimulation emerged as the dense substance slithered and pooled across her skin, coating her in a scent similar to that of the girl's pheromones.

''Heheh... relax, darling. I'll make you feel really good.'' The devil's soft voice rang close to her ears.

Soon after, Moeka felt herself touched all over. A brief, instinctual resistance grew as Yurika's hands caressed and groped her bare legs and arms. In the darkness, the Omega was extremely sensitive to each slide of those fingers as they spread the lotion, each pound of force used as they pressed on her tense muscles.

In no time, what transpired to Moeka's brain was nothing but a relieving pleasure. She was, by all definitions, succumbing to it. Even though she was helplessly naked and her private parts were bare for others to see, Moeka was gradually falling deeper.

''Hgnp...!?''

Until Yurika, who had successfully moistened Moeka's limbs, began her work on the Omega's torso. With a slight tremble, those dainty palms greedily pressed on her plump, squeezed chest, dancing their way across as they deformed the soft flesh, which oozed between fingers.

''Hoo...'' Yurika exhaled in pure bliss and utter sexual satisfaction.

She was being assaulted by the Omega's dense, sweet pheromones, which aggressively clung to her the more she touched this body. Even more than that, being able to feel and dominate this helpless yet endlessly lewd Omega was triggering a massive dopamine release in her perverted brain—enough for her to exclaim audibly.

It was the moment Yurika became sure of her feelings—she absolutely needed this woman. A step further. She wanted to possess this woman.

But for now... she had time to enjoy her.

Yurika's hands, heeding their master's commands, began to thoroughly violate every corner of Moeka's body. From the shoulders down to the clavicles, slipping between the breasts down to the smooth, slender stomach, making a round to the sides and armpits, then sliding behind to the naked, damp back, and finally, a careful but meticulous spread on her naked crotch, cherishing each petal and lip protruding.

''Mghnp... nghp...''

The whole time, Moeka was groaning and panting heavily, making no effort to mask her delight. By the end, Yurika and Himeko had a chance to admire the masterpiece—each and every inch of skin on Moeka's body was wet and glistening, added a touch of redness from the heat, making them irresistible to the Alphas.

And Yurika made no reservations as she witnessed this scene. Having been holding back for so long, she spared no time to finally satiate her instinctual desires.

''Nhnp...?!

The girl leaned down on the Omega, her gloved hand roughly groping her chest, squeezing tightly. Moeka felt substantial weight pressing down on her, as if Yurika was resting her body on top of her. Then, the rubber texture was painfully transmitted to the blindfolded Moeka as her nipple was suddenly pinched hard, sending her closer than ever to a climax.

''Heheh...''

The Alpha seemed to sense this easily. To the restless woman seeking a satisfying release, she simply moved her free hand down Moeka's crotch... and began violently massaging the helpless lower lips.

''...!?''

Muffled moans once again escaped Moeka's mouth as Yurika's fingers roughly rubbed her sensitive lips around, making sloppy, flapping noises in the process. The long-winded climax, which had been steadily building up since the beginning, quickly exploded, ending in her squirting loudly all over the bedsheet. In this bliss, her pheromones ran rampant, as if inviting an Alpha to come and claim her.

Inviting it did, as Yurika leaned further down and bit on Moeka's neck, initiating a lengthy, deep marking.

The Omega's melted body, still twitching and convulsing from the climax, was forced to welcome yet another Alpha's presence. This time, Moeka's mind was truly broken. Even her thoughts were frozen with the overabundance of stimulation.

Yet, the night was still very young, especially for the two Alphas present in the room.

Yurika, having marked her desired partner, was beaming with energy and carnal lust. She quickly removed Moeka's gag, freeing her reddened, moist lips. Then, without hesitation, she began kissing the Omega deeply.

''Mhn... ngh...''

No resistance was met as Yurika put her tongue in. Rather, she was reciprocated warmly by her blindfolded woman, who was seeking further skinship.

So, round two immediately began.

Yurika once again groped Moeka's chest and thighs, and massaged her navel area with passion, while her naked hand finally invaded the Omega's drenched cavity with its fingers. Again and again, Moeka was brought to her climax with Yurika's skillful touches, drowing in bliss each minute despite having her defenseless body transgressed.

Each time she came, Yurika would, without fail, mark her on the neck, the shoulders, or the chest, as if claiming her trophy or marking her territory. The two's pheromones clung to one another desperately, twirling as they met. Truly, they were compatible.

And by the time Moeka had truly drenched the bedsheet and her body was refilled with bright red marks, it was already midnight. Yet, the pair was still deep in their own world.

''U-Um... is it my turn yet...?''

Only a poor Alpha was cast aside, only being able to watch with her jealous, puppy eyes.