Live To Serve (For Scourger)

Trying to stop the unstoppable, or lift the unliftable, was a thing that many people dreamt of doing, but Daichi wasn't like them, in fact. Right now he wanted nothing more than to let Isabella's massive badonkadonk just engulf his entire head and shake his brain to oblivion~ Besides the lack of air that his lungs where having at the moment, it all could only go one place.

Daichi's arms slowly, but surely, started to tremble and make way to the massive mass of Isabella's ass. And soon, they draped on the ropes, leaving those hips free way to pin his head against the post. He was barely conscious too, the most loyal one could probably feel his light kisses and licks get lighter and lighter by the second as his legs spasmed as well, leaving only the tent on his pants to be the only thing still standing.

"Mmmmh!...Mmmmh...mmmm............."

Soon enough, Daichi would become a perfect seat, only because like any other seat, he wouldn't be pushing, or licking anymore. What started like a feisty cat trying to escape his owner's kisses, turned into perfect acceptance as he fell victim to the Most loyal one! He tried to win, he really did. But Isabella's will to make him eat her cake, as well as his own hormones were his downfall this time around.

By the time Isabella used Daichi's face to polish her buns one last time, the boy was already unconscious and on his way to booty heaven. At that time he was unable to tell anything, even if between his dreams he did manage to hear some voices, like that of a white-haired male which he managed to sort of make a friendship with. Or Isabella's own voice ordering around. It was a bit embarrassing to say out loud, but a woman that was this able to get her way... Let's just say that it made him feel a bit more than just respect for her.

He could swear that he was getting carried over by a dark cloud or something, he felt as if he was Princess Peach being abducted, but it felt... Oddly satisfying in all honesty, as if the one doing the kidnapping was the sexy Bowsette. He also he had a feeling, one that he quite couldn't put his finger on, but it felt... Almost as if he could feel a comforting presence watching him from afar. Best way to describe it, is that if Bowsette was spiriting him away, his hero was about to come for him as well~

Soon enough, he felt getting droped into a soft surface. "Mmmh?" But as the seconds went by, he started to feel himself sink down, as if he was getting swallowed by a marvellous and comforting surface that also started to smother him by starting to hug all of his being, suffocating him as he couldn't get it off, it felt just like how he lost the fight to Isabella's amazing ass, only this time it was like a wet nightmare of sorts as he soon figured out he was getting swallowed by a giant and soft butt that seemed to have... A cottontail on top?

"Aaaah! Ahh?? W-What? Ms. Isabella?" He said a bit scared when he opened his eyes, and seeing the Most loyal one's face. She mentioned something about losing something and paying other thing, but he was still dizzy. He looked at his surroundings, and all he could say is that it felt like the room of the weebest emo ever. He looked beneath himself and quickly turned red from sheer embarrassment, even more so than when she beat him with her rear end. Why? Not because he was in what appeared to be a Bed. Isabella's bed at that (which also didn't help). but because, the dream he had, or maybe the way he lost the fight, appeared to have caused him a very noticeable... Tent, on his wrestling gear, which prompted him to cover it with the first thing he was able to grab... Which was none other than an anime plush of a white-haired anime character with red eyes. Kaneki? Is what he thought his name was, since Daichi saw the series once a few years ago.

"Uhm... H-Hey... Mmmh... What am I doing here? Could you repeat that for me again?" He said, with poor Ken Kaneki sitting on his lap, still trying (and failing) to cover his erection. Both looking at Isabella with their big moe eyes.

If having Isabella smother him using the backside that he's seen here and there from time to time so shapely that the skirt wasn't enought to how double-cheeked up she was~ wasn't surreal enough, certainly waking up in the most loyal one's private dorms definitely convinced Daichi that this had to be a dream. "H-Hey... Just, what's going on here? Where are we and what are y- Mmmpphh!!"

And having his face squished yet again by Isabella's massive ass, his cheeks pressed against hers, well... Let's just say that it was such a vivid, real and stimulating sensation, that he immediately knew that this was no dream at all~ "Mmmmmhhh!! Mmmmmhhhh!!" He grumbled and mumbled beneath her, having been KO'ed by that behind in public, only to having a round two with it on private, while it could be a dream come true to many (Including Daichi~) it certainly was hard not to blame him from feeling the fear to that bottom that may as well want to eat his face whole!

Daichi let out a big gasp of air, breathing in and out scared when she got off him, but still, he only had to look up to see that her massive backside was close even now, so much that he could feel the heat that came from it. Specially when he saw her removing the bottom part of her leotard, and just like that, Daichi was face-to-ass with heaven's door. It was enough to make his eyes go full dilated and his... Little friend to also grow as hard and long as it possibly could, which she prolly could see since she was facing it.

"I... Uh... Ah... W-Wow... Th-..."

Absolutely no words, that was what Daichi had in his brain, just, booty. Perfect, and gorgeous booty like none he's ever seen. He was absolutely dumbfounded, even if he wanted to say everything that she said, just how much he wanted to be the throne to such a creation of the gods... Something stopped him. He was just waking up and his mind was still fuzzy, but then the images of another perfect thing he witnessed came back. Golden amber eyes, hair white as snow, an absolutely enormous... Heart that almost sprung out of her chest. Adama... Adama!! ADAMA!!!

Goddamit, he had a girl back at home, an absolute angel that he wouldn't betray like this. Isabella may have the body of an absolute goddess, and he may also have developed feelings for her and her big backside. But he was already someone else's, and no butt was beautiful enough for him to break Adama's heart like that. He needed to get this off, he needed to put his hands up, stand his ground and...! Why are his hands tied? One pull, two pulls, his hands were cuffed, he was trapped... Uh oh...

"WAIT WAIT WAIT!! I CAN'T!! I HAVE A-MPPPPHPHPHPHP!!"

Daichi took too much time, before long, Isabella decided to park her amazing, naked, bare and round asscheeks right on his muzzle, no more clothes to stop him from experiencing that ass in it's entirety. A dream? Maybe, but right now, more like a nightmare. How was he supposed to marry Adama now?? Daichi struggled and battled, trying to get free, or buck her off of his features, but it would be such in vain that he may as well be a mechanical horse for her to ride, and ride was indeed what she'd do, as the desperation made Daichi move like a wild animal, with his tongue and lips desperately vibrating on her and making his predicament a ride that she'd undoubtedly enjoy~

"MGHHHPGPGPGPGPPG!!!"

Battling against Isabella's overwhelming backside, for who-knows-what time today, Daichi really tried to tell her that he was taken by a lovely girl that wore a black hood. But to no avail, she silenced his opportunity to tell the most loyal one that single sentence. His legs started to shake and kick to the bed, his arms trembling at those holds that kept him in place. His body started to squirm underneath her curvy frame, his head disappeared underneath the white-haired mistress of the staff and her ample hips.

"MMMMMHHMMMM-!-! Mmmmh... Mmmmmmmhhh...!...!"

Soon after, Daichi's incessant struggles started to diminish, not because he started to become submissive to Isabella's godly ass, even if the lord knew he was tempted. Rather, his oxygen started to also become less and less by the minute, and then by the second. Isabella had slipped off of her leotard to give Daichi a feel of her bare booty, with no clothing, her smother could only become more effective, and the brunette young-man's lungs even in more danger to succumb to her facesit. His body's desperate wriggling also became less and less vivid, all the while paradogically a tent started to rise to life at the same time in his underwear.

While he was trapped in between those cheeks, after tiring his air by begging for mercy, then kissing, and then trying to scream against those mounds of soft and magnificent flesh (It was quite a case of Stockholm) Daichi's mind started to diverge from his body to the point he was almost able to see the scene from an up view, watching Isabella mount his head and face with her amazing badonkadonk. Man, he was really lucky for this, shame that he wasn't able to really enjoy it. And not because she was riding him so hard that he'd might need a scan afterwards or because he may be half-way through the shadow realm either. But because he was... Feeling guitly about this, how was he going to explain this to... "Adama?"

He wasn't much of a spiritual person, Daichi, he sure believed in things that were beyond him, like the soul, or a superior power and order. But right now, in a situation where his senses where busy with the white-haired maid that was using him as a cushion, he could still somehow sense a familiar presence approaching. It couldn't be... Could it? A part of him was thinking "Adama's here! I'm saved!" While the other could only think: "Adama's here! I'm so cooked!!"

Getting sat on wasn't something that Daichi was unfamiliar with, yet, he had to tell that Isabella had the absolute greatest badonkadonk that's ever graced his face. As she continued to smash it, grind it, and in general have him eat it. Daichi couldn't even deny it even with said booty currently stuffed forcibly against his mouth, the boy could only subconsciously worship that god-sent ass. It seemed that his life was about to end by cake in the end, so he might as well~

"MMMMMHHH!?!?"

Or that's what he thought, until he suddenly felt how something or someone took Isabella off of him via dropkick straight to the side. Daichi's eyes began to get used to the lights once more, slowly he saw a figure besides him, one that he knew and that even despite feeling before hand, still came up as a big surprise. "A-Adama?! Wh-Wh-"

Daichi had oh, so many things to say, explain or even question, but his timing would be... Less than ideal. For even before he was able to react or say such a thing, both white-haired maidens would start to roll and squirm on top of his still-cuffed to the bed. He was once more, pretty defenseless to do or say nothing besides: "Yeouch! Ay!! Ouch!! STILL DOWN HERE Y'KNOW?!?! AAAAHH!!" As both sexy ladies rolled and fought using him as a judo-style mattress, last situation may have been envious, but this one? Not so much...