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This S*it Will Fcuk You Up | Part 1

A kinky love story

“Let’s skip the little talk and say what you want from me Little Albedo. Speak your mind, freely.”

“I need to be tied up Master Sukuna. Tightly, like a sausage. I need to surrender to your Alpha Will. Feel completely free and safe while bound. Can you help me reach subspace?”

“Perhaps that could be arranged, but this is up to you as much as it is up to me. Are you sure you are up for it? What if you freak your crap out?”

“I will not Master! And yes, I am ready!”

“Good girl. You may switch on your cam if you insist. Not for camming, just to have a look at you. I switch it on too, to see me. We might not like each other, who knows. Wait, you are dressed right?”

“(………)”

“Get dressed first Little Albedo. This is only our second chat, and the first we talk. No rush.”

“I will Master Sukuna, one moment! Cute handle by the way!”

“Yours is sweet too. Albedo is quite funny. Wait… you watch anime?!”

“I love anime Master Sukuna! Both Overlord and Jujutsu Kaisen. And many, many others!”

“Oh dear… you sound like trouble Little Albedo. In a good way — I think. On second thought of course you watch anime, since you know the lovely demoness Albedo😅”

A few minutes later, with both cams switched on…

“So? What do you think Master Sukuna? Am I Albedo material?”

“(…….)”

“You may close your mouth Master Sukuna, I’m not that pretty! But you are hotter than I expected. More manly… and less manly at the same time. Does that make sense?”

“I take that as a compliment Albedo. It’s the first time I hear it. Perhaps that might be because I’m a Pan.” Sukuna said warily, not knowing what reaction to expect.

“Really?! So am I! I like girls too, a lot!” Albedo said, as Sukuna let an inner sigh of relief.

“Technically I am more Panromantic than Pansexual. I will always prefer females, either born or bred. Very few males attract me, and barely anyone sexually. In fact I’ve tried the entire range except one: a transman.”

“Those are probably a rather rare bunch. I know none of them.”

“I only know one, though he’s just a friend.”

“Let’s get back to us Master Sukuna. Are you sure you do not want at least to see my tits?” 😏

“Yes I am Little one. I trust your photos on Fet are legit, even though you do not show your face. Besides, nothing beats the real thing.”

“You are weird Master… err… I meant interesting! Most would jump at the chance.”

“I take both as a compliment as well Little Albedo. Weird is good, normal is boring. And I’m not ‘most’, I am me.”

“Indeed, it appears you are…”

“Was that a test? If it was I hope I passed.”

“Maybe, maybe not! For the test bit I mean. A girl is entitled to her secrets!”

“A lovely girl too…”

“Oh… that was sweet! Tell me more Master!”

“I will. Later. Shall we take a rain check for tomorrow? Same hour?”

“Are you asking me on a date Master? 😏”

“No… I meant… Hm… sure, why not? Are you free tomorrow?”

“I thought you’d never ask Master!! 💖Yes, I am! Your place or mine? 😼”

“Neither Albedo. Let’s meet for a coffee first. As I mention in my profile I do not rule out pure play but it’s not on the top of my priorities list. Right now, in fact, it lies somewhere at the bottom.”

“Same here Master! Play can be fun, but then -when they leave- I usually feel like crap. Even dirty sometimes. Very few stay to chill and cuddle in bed together after play…😔”

“I know the feeling Little Albedo. Let’s not put the carriage in front of our horses though, since up close we might not work. Chemistry requires all five senses, some claim. So, how about 18:00 to 18:30 at Little Tree Books & Coffee?

It is near Acropolis, not far from your neighborhood. It’s a lovely, scenic coffee shop full of books. Real books. I often go there to write.

The service, the coffee and the snacks they have are all excellent. And it’s right next to the Acropolis Museum, a couple of minutes walk from the Metro station.”

“It looks lovely Master Sukuna! Strange I’ve never heard of it despite living so close! Let’s meet at 18:00 to get sunkissed a bit! So, see you tomorrow! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight Little Albedo. ”

“Not even a little nip slip? 😏”

“Goodnight Albedo.”

The next day, at 17:55…

Master Sukuna arrived first, picking one of his favorite tables at Little Tree Books & Coffee. He decided to wait for Little Albedo before ordering. They had not exchanged phone numbers yet.

They talked at first via PMs at Fetlife and later via Zoom. He expected she would arrive late, despite living far closer. But she didn’t. She arrived at 17:58

“Master Sukuna!!” she yelled a bit louder than was… appropriate, and everyone looked at them as if they were penguins touring the desert. One laughed. Goofy girl, he thought.

“Hello Little Albedo. You may call me Klaus by the way now that we met. That’s my real name. Well, a Germanic variant of it.”

“Nice to meet you Klaus. My name is Valeria.”

“It is? That does not sound Greek.”

“I’m messing with you Klaus. My name is Erato. And why Klaus and not Niklaus by the way? Or just Nick?”

“No shit! The Muse of Poetry? You’re still messing with me! Fine, you may call me Nick. I’ve been using Klaus for a spell as a semi-autobiographical MC in my stories and it kind of stuck with me. But my friends call me Nick.”

“I hope I’ll be your friend too! And a bit… more than that 😏 Don’t believe me ha? Here…” Erato showed him the name on her ID while hiding her surname and age.

“No. Fucking. Way… A poet meeting the Muse of Poetry! Or, at least, a girl with the same name. It is… surreal!”

“And sexy too I hope!”

“You can say that again Erato…”

“My close friends call me Eri but in fact I prefer Erato. I suspect you prefer it too.” the waitress arrived to take their order.

“I… I do. So, what’s your poison?” Nick asked.

“Ice cold chocolate please. I feel a bit… hot, and not just due to the Sun 😼”

“Two ice cold chocolates please. Sweet right?”

“As sweet as it gets!” Erato said with a sly smile.

“Coming right up! Thank you!” the waitress said.

Erato and Nick sat facing each other, though there was an empty chair beside both. Nick kind of arranged this. He stood up and gently pulled the chair in front of him, for Erato to sit.

“A gentleman too! You’re full of surprises Nick!”

“I am not particularly chivalrous or anything, since I know that’s a sneaky remnant of patriarchy. But I retain certain… polite habits like this one. As long as you don’t mind.”

“I don’t Nick, in fact I loved it! Though I’d prefer to sit next to you we can now look at each other’s eyes!”

“Exactly Muse of Poetry.”

“Oh shut up… 😂”

A soft wind blew from behind Erato’s back and Nick inhaled her scent. It entered his nostrils gently and boldly at the same time. He was able to discern a bit of vanilla, jasmine and some cinnamon, mixed with Erato’s own, singular scent.

When he focused his nose more he could tell this was a wild, untamed scent. It came from her neck, her armpits, her belly, her mouth, her hair, her thighs and some from between her legs.

Erato was clearly aroused, and on her period too. Nick felt lust wrapping around his body like a venomous snake, ready for the kill. His spell was broken by Erato. But they already connected with the third sense.

“Hello? Nick? Are you OK? You seemed a bit lost for a while.”

“I… I am fine Erato dear. My mind often wanders to places on its own; it’s a pesky little beastie 😅”

“So? Do I look better or worse up close?”

“Up close you sm.. er… look dazzling Little Erato. A natural ginger with green eyes. The rest of your body is in great shape too.”

“I’m not fat am I?” a classic trap question, Nick thought.

“I cannot answer that, since I do not have a fattometer. I like you just the way you are. I prefer curvy girls, though slim ones have their own charm too.

“You were about to say something about how I smelled earlier right? Well? 😏”

Nick recalled his earlier olfactory trip and blushed. A very rare thing for him.

“No… no comment.”

“Oh my god.. you’re trouble as well! You still blush!”

“I very rarely do Erato. I simply could not comment on your scent in public. Later perhaps.”

“I’ll take both as a compliment, as you’d say. Tell me at least, do I smell sweet? 😏” she casually held Nick’s hand and gripped it a bit. Fourth sense.

“As sweet as it gets Erato. In fact, to use an analogy, if normal scents are sugar you smell like royal jelly. Lame, I know.”

Erato did not find it lame. It was her turn to blush. At that moment Aeolus turned the wind and she started savoring the scent of Nick.

She blushed further, she opened up her blouse a bit more, she started to sweat a bit and took the catalogue to blow some air on her face. It was an unusually warm March day, with a strong Sun.

“Let’s hope you like the taste of my ‘royal jelly’ too 😊” she said.

“You are indeed trouble aren’t you? A bold one too. I like bold. Boldness is sexy.”

“Oh, you find me sexy? 😏”

“I do. You are.”

This narrator considered torturing those two horny souls -and your eyeballs- a bit more and having them take a rain check for another day after the coffee. They reconsidered.

Three hours, two chocolates, two Berliner Kindl Weisse beers and plenty of life stories later…

“It got a bit chilly now that the Sun dipped right? May I sit next to you?” she asked.

“Please do Erato.” He stood up and drew the chair next to him so that Erato could sit. He then removed his black leather gabardine and gently placed it over her shoulders.

“That is sweet Nick, but you will catch a cold! Shall we share it? It looks large enough.”

“I’m good Erato. Well, that’s a lie. I’m still recovering from a mild cold. So let’s share it.”

“Sharing is caring!” they got their chairs closer, touching thigh to thigh, and shared the gabardine. It fit both, though barely.

When they touched so intimately, and their body heat mingled inside their leather cover, they started feeling sweetly warm and cuddly.

“I’m not in a rush or anything, and it’s still 9, but don’t you think we stayed here long enough Nick?”

“We kind of did, indeed. Any suggestions for later? Or would you like to call it a day?”

“I know many places we could go around here, but I’m a bit tired.”

“Oh, I see. So let’s call it a d…”

“No silly, I meant I’m tired of outside! It got cold too, and I got dressed like it is fracking May. We cannot move around Athens sharing your gabardine like we are Siamese twins right?”

“So?”

“I know you do not like rushing things, in fact neither do I. But since I live close and you live far I am inviting you to spend the night at my place.

By now I trust you are not a serial killer, unless you are an Oscar-level-acting one. We do not need to play or anything. We can Netflix and chill and then sleep.

In fact, since I live on my own, I can use the company.” Erato looked at Nick with wary eyes, expecting he would decline.

Nick hesitated. He hated rushing things but perhaps his obsession with non rush was unhealthy in itself. If he feared rush perhaps rush had a disconcerting hold on him, which only made it stronger. Besides, he found Erato’s boldness refreshing and sexy. So…

“I kindly accept your gracious hospitality Erato.”

“Yay!!” she yelled. “I’ll make us dinner too, but you’ll wash the dishes. Sharing is caring right?”

“I like washing dishes, it calms me.”

‘A man after my own heart…🤩’ Erato thought, while looking at Nick with glowing eyes.

A kinky love story by Nikolaos Skordilis The kink starts in the second part. Everyone knows that Nick and Erato will not merely Netflix, chill and have dinner, right? 😏

The title was borrowed from this song. It is -slight spoiler- Erato’s favorite song:

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