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Itto’s voice boomed through the high-ceilinged spaces of Neuvillette’s office, echoing against the marble columns and gilded trim with loud and unselfconscious vigor.
“I’m thinkin’ of callin’ it: The Iridescent Arataki Hydro Howl-A-Palooza, Fontaine Splashdown Edition!”
He leaned forward slightly as he spoke, grinning proudly as his hands gestured like he was unveiling a masterpiece on a gallery wall.
“‘S got a nice ring to it, don’tcha think?”
Beneath him, Neuvillette shifted.
His arms were braced in front of him, forearms taut against the royal blue upholstery of the long office sofa. His head was bowed, silver hair falling in loose strands across his sweat-drenched face. With each word that spilled from behind him, the muscles along his spine coiled tighter, betraying his silent demeanor.
“I—” he began, voice strained.
And that was as far as he got.
Itto thrust forward.
The motion drove his cock deep between Neuvillette’s cheeks, sliding into the tight heat of his body with unyielding pressure. The impact pushed Neuvillette’s hips flush against the couch cushions, drawing a quiet, startled gasp from his lips.
He lay flat on his stomach, chest pressed to the sofa, arms folded over the edge with his fingers curled tightly around a pillow beneath his chin. His legs stretched back, boxed in by the thighs of the man moving into position behind him. His own cock was squished beneath his body, pressed stiffly between his stomach and the plushness below.
Itto straddled his body from behind, knees braced to either side, his posture upright and confident. The thrust sank nearly to the base, only to draw back with expert control before plunging forward again. The rhythm was unhurried, with every movement carrying weight, rocking Neuvillette forward inch by inch. His breath caught a little sharper each time, the fullness dragging along sensitive nerves as the oni’s hips rolled with precise intent.
“Picture this!” Itto continued, bright with sudden inspiration as his pace never faltered. “Me, center stage. Waterworks goin’ off all dramatic, right here in the heart of Fontaine City!”
Neuvillette tried to lift his head, his voice barely catching above the sounds of skin-against-skin. “It’s Court of Fontaine—”
He was hit by another thrust, cutting him off mid-correction.
“Or ohh—OOH! What about the Opera Epic-Place?” Itto rambled, his tone climbing with theatrical excitement as he rolled his hips forward again. “A place doesn’t get more EPIC than that!”
Neuvillette’s response came between ragged breaths. “The… the opera house is only to be used… for official Fontaine events… hah…”
The oni let out a bark of laughter. “Hey, if I bring the ROCK, and you bring the AUTHORITY, that makes it official, right, compadre?”
He punctuated the thought with a sharp slap to Neuvillette’s ass.
“Boom,” he said with a grin. “Partnership. That’s synergy, baby!”
Neuvillette flinched at the impact, a low groan spilling from his throat as his fingers gripped tighter around the pillow. He didn’t speak, just gave a furious, desperate nod before burying his face into the cushion.
Itto chuckled, breath warm and heavy. “Man, you’re so quiet down there,” he muttered. “C’mon, I wanna hear you! Don’t hold out on me now!”
He shifted his grip on Neuvillette’s waist and drove in harder this time—one sharp, deliberate thrust. The force of it pushed Neuvillette forward, his mouth parted in a sudden gasp as his teeth caught in the fabric. His rhinophores flared, faint blue light glowing through the strands of his hair.
Itto blinked at the sight, his eyes widening. “Yo, are these little glowy things for real? What are these, bro?”
Reaching out with curious fingers, he pinched one of the softly glowing appendages. It reacted beneath his touch, pulsing faintly, as if alive. Neuvillette groaned, his whole body tightening with the sudden spike of sensation. Itto could feel it, how he clenched around him, involuntary and immediate.
“They’re… horns,” the Iudex managed, tears welling in his eyes as he shuddered.
Itto lit up like a festival firework. “Woah, HORNS?” he gasped, fingers tightening around the base of one. “Your horns RULE! I always wished my horns could glow like that!”
The moment the oni’s hand closed around his horn, Neuvillette bucked under him with a ragged cry, the glow of them pulsing brighter in response. His body tensed, hips pressing harder into the cushions as another groan slipped free, muffled into the pillow.
Itto let out a hearty laugh, then leaned forward, bracing one hand on the backrest as he shifted into a new position, bringing his chest flush to the Iudex’s back. With the new angle, his next thrust was directed straight down, pushing deeper and dragging a strangled sound from his throat.
“Man,” Itto murmured into his ear, his voice lower now, breath ghosting along the side of Neuvillette’s neck. “You some kinda fancy catfish or somethin’?”
The change in position had sent a deeper surge of pleasure surging through Neuvillette’s body, the angle more unforgiving as Itto’s cock ground against more sensitive areas inside. He quivered hard beneath the weight of him and the breathy scrape of the oni’s voice brushing close to his ear.
“I’m… one of… the Seven Sovereigns,” he gasped out, the words trembling as they left him. “I’m… the Hydro… Dragon…”
Itto suddenly paused, still buried deep, and pushed himself up onto his forearms with a grunt. He planted both hands on either side of Neuvillette’s shoulders, muscles flexing as he lifted his upper body like a slow, effortless pushup. His massive frame boxed the Iudex in completely, muscles bulging above him, casting shadows over the pale stretch of his back.
“No. Way.” His voice cracked with giddy disbelief. “I’m bangin’ a DRAGON?! Man, this is NEXT LEVEL!”
He laughed breathlessly, sticking out a hand in front of Neuvillette’s face as he counted out on his fingers. “I’ve done it with a tengu, a canine, ‘nother oni, couple ‘o humans, but a DRAGON?” He shook his head, still grinning. “Wait ‘til my BOYS hear about this!”
He wrapped both arms around Neuvillette’s shoulders from above, forearms locking loosely in front of his throat in a headlock, boxing him in completely beneath the thick curves of his biceps. The position lifted Itto just slightly off his knees, giving him room to thrust downward with renewed focus and strength.
The pace returned, faster than it was before, more deliberate, more punishing. Each movement landed heavy, with hips slapping hard against Neuvillette’s ass with sharp, wet percussion that echoed faintly through the stone-lined chamber.
Neuvillette jerked forward with each impact, the flesh of his ass catching the full weight of every slap. His grip on the pillow faltered, fingers curling and tightening in helpless rhythm with the pressure mounting inside him.
“C’mon, dragon bro,” Itto growled between thrusts, his voice rough with exhilaration. “Lemme hear you ROAR.”
Neuvillette’s response was half swallowed by a moan. “Arataki… please…” he rasped, the tips of his pointed ears flushed red with heat, betraying how close he was.
But Itto only grinned wider, sweat dripping down his jaw. “I said… LET. ME. HEAR. YOU. ROAAAARRRRRR!!!”
He slammed his hips down one final time, the brutal thrust striking deep enough to force Neuvillette’s whole body forward. Itto’s muscles locked as he came hard, cock pulsing inside with overwhelming heat, filling the dragon’s insides with flood after flood of hot cum. He bit down on Neuvillette’s ear, teeth grazing the pointed edge as he groaned, low and loud.
Neuvillette arched under him with a cry, his horns flaring in a brilliant surge of blue. His back bowed, mouth finally opening wide as his voice cracked out in release.
The sound that tore from him was raw and unrestrained—part gasp, part moan, something primal that rose from deep in his chest and spilled out, broken and trembling. It was a sound pulled from beyond the brink of control, from someone stripped of dignity by sheer, overwhelming sensation.
His release came with shuddering force—harder, even, than Itto’s. His whole body seized beneath the oni, drawn tight in wave after wave of involuntary contractions. The pressure inside him mounted and clenched, milking Itto’s cock in rhythmic pulses, as if trying to drag every drop out of him.
Neuvillette trembled, caught in the throes of his own climax. His cum streaked the couch cushions beneath them in thick, hot ropes against his chest and abs as the last wave crashed through him. His arms gave out under the weight of it all, falling slack over the sofa’s edge.
Itto groaned into the back of his neck, breath thick and ragged. “There it is… haah,” he huffed, warm with pride. “Knew you had it in ya, big guy…”
For a moment, only their mingled breaths filled the space between them, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
After a long, weighted silence, Itto pushed himself upright, easing his hips back until his cock slipped free with a wet pop. Neuvillette didn’t move. Too far gone, too spent, his breath came soft and ragged, eyes half-lidded.
Itto exhaled heavily and sat back onto the seat of the couch, one hand giving Neuvillette’s ass a gentle slap. A slow drip of cum followed in its wake, trailing down the Iudex’s thighs in a river of white.
“So we’re set, right?” Itto asked, leaning in with a toothy grin. “The Iridescent Arataki Hydro Howl-A-Palooza: Fontaine Splashdown Edition is a go?”
Neuvillette’s mouth parted. His voice was barely more than a whisper. “…I’ll… look into the forms…” he managed, before letting his head fall to the pillow, utterly limp.
“BOOM!” Itto fist-pumped into the air in triumph. “Knew Kuki could trust me with official business!”
He stood, tugging his clothes back into place: trousers, belt, jacket. As he strode toward the door, he threw one last glance over his shoulder.
“Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Chief Justice!” he called with a wink.
Itto stepped out into the hall, the heavy metal door clicking shut behind him. He adjusted his jacket with a self-satisfied tug and rolled his shoulders as he made his way towards the building’s exit.
Midway down the main hall, a man with messy black and grey hair rounded the corner, walking directly towards him. His eyes flicked to the closed door behind Itto.
Itto grinned. “You here to see the ol’ boss man, too?”
“Uh—”
“Might wanna give him a minute,” Itto said, slapping a hand to the man’s shoulders as he passed. “Let’s just say… he’s real tied up in paperwork right now.”
And with that, he sauntered off, boots echoing down the hall, leaving the man standing puzzled in his wake.