Table For Two

Lady Petra and Bernadetta were enjoying an assortment of sweets in the shut-in's own room.

It was like a banquet of sweet deliciousness that would take quite a bit of time in the training grounds to burn off, but sweet, sweet little Bernie wanted to treat her friend and now girlfriend's newly-discovered sweet tooth.

All the sweet deliciousness on display in the purplenette's room was made by her own hand and Petra was in Sweets Heaven.

"Goddess, not even in the finest bakeries back home have I tasted something like this...ohh I can't get enough! Bern, are you sure you're not trying to fatten me up? That could~be a bit of a hindrance in the battlefield, you know?" Petra praised her sweet girlfriend who sat right beside her at the table she had in her room.

Bernadetta blushed heavily and dropped the piece of cake she was going to treat her mouth to back on its plate, the girl waving her hands in a panic back and forth.

"N-N-NO! N-No way! P-Petra, I would never, I, I mean, I-I kind of like the thoughtofasoftPetrabut, b-but, I-!" Poor Bernie went into full hysterics and she was snapped out of them by Lady Petra's sweet giggle.

"I'm just pulling your leg, Bern! You're just too cute, sorry, I need to bully you from time to time, ohhhthisisdelicious~!" The girl with the dark complexion moaned oh so sensually as she enjoyed a piece of choco-and-vanilla biscuit cake.

Bernie took a deep breath to steady her racing heart and then, just indulged in the cuteness and happiness of her beloved as she enjoyed the sweets that she cooked by her own hand, proud that she, Bernie, little Bernadetta, was the one to put that smile on Lady Petra's face.

"Also, Bern...you know?" Bernadetta let off a soft "Hm?" as she went back to her own piece of cake.

Her hand froze, however, mid-way to her mouth when Petra's lips kissed her sensitive earlobe.

"E-EEP!" Bernie squeaked like a mouse and her eyes slowly turned towards Petra.

"All this sweetness is nice...but you know what is even sweeter~?" Petra breathed in Bern's ear and the poor dear thought she'd faint...and she almost kind of did as Petra's hand moved from the table and right down between her girlfriend's legs, were she began to gently and lovingly caress and fondle her cute, wet pussy. At the same time, Petra's own big, meaty, pussy-pleasing, swelling erection was starting to become very prominent beneath her dress skirt.

"What is even sweeter is the delicioustreat and juiceyou give me oh so eagerly~" Petra giggled and gently cupped Bern's chin to tilt her head so that they could share a kiss while Petra continued to gently, oh so gently and sweetly fondle her moist folds through the silky fabric of her cute purple undies below her dress.

"P-P-Petra...oh my goodness...that's...because you always...ask nicely~!" Bernadetta moaned softly against Petra's lips as the darker skinned girl gently laid her down on the cushions on the floor of her room. Bernadetta was usually so shy and scared, but when it came to Petra, she brought out this hidden lustful side for herself. She was about to be ridden, but instead, she wanted to ride. She flipped Petra over so that she would be the one on top, and she did so with a surprising burst of strength and adrenaline. Petra found it very amusing, as it made her quickly grow even harder.

"I know~!" The longer-haired purplenette cooed into a new kiss and she giggled as Bernie's arms flew around her in a tight yet gentle embrace. Bernadetta got herself on top of the rather large erection pushing up from Petra's body. Even though they were still clothed, Bernadetta began to grind against it just a little bit. They would stop and undress soon enough, but she wanted to please herself for the time being with some friction involved. It got better and better when she felt Petra push up into her.

"Ooh...!" Bernadetta was already enjoying it too much to use words anymore.

Petra reached around and placed her hands on Bernadetta's butt. It wasn't as big as Manuela's or Dorothea's, but it certainly offered quite a lot of soft and supple comfort from deep within. Petra knew how to make every inch of that ass become her plaything.

Their tongues came into play to caress and coil around each other's, and then...for the next couple of hours, their fellow students and teachers knew not to come near Bernadetta's room, for the sounds coming from within were...distracting, to say the least. Perhaps there was a type of sound magic that could help solve that...?

In the meantime, in Ingrid's room…

Things were a far cry from the gentle moans and loving cries of bliss in Bernadetta's room here.

Dorothea tried.

She really, really tried. She had all the spirit in the world, all the will to get it right.

But yet again...she failed.

She tried to cook something good for Ingrid...and yet she failed again and even more spectacularly than last time.

And like usual...much to her chagrin and absolute, lower-body and brain-numbing delight...she was punished for her failure.

"How fucking useless are you, Dorothea?! My Goddess, I'm going to starve to death if you insist on cooking all my meals! Goddess-damn it, woman! Your ass, pussy, tits and mouth are the only things about you worth a damn!" Ingrid was in a starvation-fueled rage as she took Dorothea from behind like a bitch in heat, the howling brunette completely cross-eyed, smiling stupid, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as Ingrid took her bent over her study desk, her hands joining her pelvis impacting against her meaty, thick and soft yet firm, perfect bubble butt cheeks, repeated open-hand slaps turning those delicious cheeks a delightful shade of pink and red as Ingrid's pelvis connected repeatedly against the jiggling ass cheeks.

What was even better/worse was how Ingrid fucked one hole, then the other, then back and forth, never sticking to the pussy or anus for long enough for Dorothea to cum. This was torture and she loved it.

In a way, Dorothea was jealous of Bernie and Petra and their happy and loving and syrupy-sweet relationship, it was just disgustingly adorable...and yet she loved being Ingrid's bitch, her living, breathing cock sleeve...she fucking loved it. Maybe that was why she kept somehow botching her attempts to cook all of the blonde's meals?

She'd need to think about it later...when she could actually think. Her brain was mush right about now and her pussy and anus were getting filled with girl-spunk as Ingrid finally came and impaled one hole to pump a good burst of her semen into it, then she'd pull out to plug the other orifice and then, she groaned and grunted like an animal as she pulled out for good and jacked off her girl-dick, burning to memory the look of Dorothea's abused ass getting coated in her copious ropes of cum.

"Haaah...haaah...you're...good for something, at least...now...c'mon. Shake it off, Dorothea. You're making me dinner in about an hour, aren't you~?" Ingrid couldn't help but grin as she swatted Dorothea's ass again, causing the diva to moan oh so tiredly...yet her hips wiggled with or without Dorothea's own conscious approval.

"...yes...yes I will...~" Dorothea licked her lips.

~The End~

And there you have it, good people, boys and girls. That was all~ I know, it's the silliest, weirdest, most OOC thing ever but eh, just switch your brains off but keep your hearts on. :3 LOL I have no idea what I'll write next for this franchise, if at all, but eh, we'll see.

Sorry, I'm rambling. XD Stay wonderful, stay pervy, stay inside, people!

Seeya'll next story, wherever and whenever that is!

Semper-Fi! Carry on!