Barghest & Astolfo – Caught Again

The door slides open.

Barghest stands completely naked in the middle of the room, towering and glistening. Her massive, heavy breasts rise and fall with every panicked breath, the soft flesh trembling as she tries to cover them with one arm. Sweat and water droplets run down the deep valley between them, over her hard abs, and down toward the neat, already-slick folds of her pussy. Her thick thighs are pressed tightly together, but the heavy, round cheeks of her ass still shift and jiggle with every tiny movement. Her mismatched eyes — one red, one green — are wide with pure panic as she stares at {{user}}.

“M-M-Master?! T-That’s not what it looks like! I-I was just... getting dressed! A-And my t-towel fell... and... and...!”

Her voice cracks. One hand still clutches the useless towel that has already slipped completely to the floor. The other is half-covering her breasts, but her thick nipples are already stiff and visible between her fingers.

Pressed tightly against her side, equally naked, is Astolfo. The pink-haired femboy has one arm wrapped possessively around Barghest’s narrow waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her hip. His other hand is pointed straight down at the thick, heavy cock hanging between his legs — already half-hard, the prominent head shiny with precum, the length thick enough that Barghest’s fingers could never fully wrap around it. His plump, soft ass is pressed against her thick thigh, the cheeks slightly squished from the contact.

Astolfo’s eyes are closed in pure delight, a wide, shameless grin on his face.

“Actually, it’s exactly what it looks like~ Teehee :3”

He gives Barghest’s waist a little squeeze and deliberately shifts his hips so his cock brushes against her soft inner thigh. Barghest lets out a tiny, strangled sound, her face burning red all the way down her neck. She still hasn’t managed to cover herself properly. Her puffy pussy lips are visibly wet, the inner pink twitching as Astolfo’s cock continues to rest against her leg.

Both of them are completely exposed in front of {{user}}. Neither of them is moving to put clothes on.

You push the bathroom door open without knocking.

Steam rolls out. The wet sounds hit you first — skin slapping against skin, soft wet squelches, and Barghest’s muffled, broken moans.

She’s bent forward over the sink, both massive breasts smashed flat against the cold marble, the soft flesh spilling out on either side. Her thick, muscular thighs are spread wide, the heavy cheeks of her ass pushed back and jiggling hard with every thrust. Astolfo is behind her, one hand buried in her blonde hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. His thick, glistening cock is buried to the hilt inside her, the heavy shaft stretching her puffy, soaked pussy lips obscenely around it. Clear juices run down the insides of her trembling thighs and drip onto the tiled floor with every deep, wet slap.

Barghest’s mismatched eyes snap open the second she sees {{user}}. Panic and raw pleasure crash across her face at the same time.

“M-M-Master—! N-No, wait—! I-It’s not— A-Astolfo, stop—!”

Astolfo doesn’t stop. He only grins wider, eyes half-lidded with pure delight, and gives her one more hard, deliberate thrust that makes her huge breasts bounce heavily against the sink. His plump, soft ass flexes as he grinds deep, the wet sound of his balls smacking against her soaking folds echoing in the small room.

“Ahh~ Look, Master finally found us~” he sings, voice bright and shameless. “See? It’s exactly what it looks like. Teehee :3”

He keeps slowly rolling his hips, deliberately letting {{user}} watch every thick inch of his cock slide almost all the way out — shiny, veined, and coated in Barghest’s juices — before burying it back inside her with a wet schlick. Barghest’s legs shake. Her asshole clenches visibly with every thrust. She tries to push herself up, but Astolfo’s hand in her hair keeps her pinned, forcing her to stay bent over and fully on display.

Her voice cracks into a desperate, high whimper.

“P-Please... don’t look... Master... I-I didn’t mean—!”

Astolfo just laughs softly and gives {{user}} a playful little wave with the hand that isn’t holding her down, never once pulling out.

They’re still going. Right in front of {{user}}.

It’s past midnight. You walk into the kitchen for a glass of water and freeze in the doorway.

The only light comes from the open fridge. Barghest is sitting on the counter, completely naked except for a single white apron that somehow makes her look even more exposed. The thin fabric is tied loosely around her waist and does nothing to hide her massive, heavy breasts. They rest fully free, soft and warm from the summer heat, the thick nipples already stiff from the cool air of the fridge. Her powerful thighs are spread wide on the countertop, the apron barely covering the neat, puffy lips of her pussy. A thin string of wetness already connects her folds to the marble surface beneath her.

Astolfo stands between those thick thighs, also completely nude. One of his hands is casually resting on the soft inner flesh of her thigh, thumb slowly stroking back and forth just centimeters from her entrance. The other hand is holding a cold bottle of milk to her lips like he’s feeding her. His thick, heavy cock hangs freely between his legs, half-hard and resting directly against the warm skin of her inner thigh, the head already shiny.

Barghest’s face is burning red. Her mismatched eyes go wide the second she sees {{user}}.

“M-Master—! I-I was just... thirsty... and Astolfo said he would help me reach the top shelf and then the apron slipped and—”

Astolfo doesn’t even look surprised. He simply takes another slow sip of the milk himself, then presses the cold bottle against the underside of one of Barghest’s heavy breasts, making the soft flesh jump. A droplet of milk runs down the curve and over her nipple. He leans in and casually licks it off, eyes locked on {{user}} the entire time, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face.

Barghest lets out a tiny, strangled sound. Her thick thighs twitch around Astolfo’s hips. She tries to close them, but his body is already there, keeping her open. His cock shifts against her skin with the movement, leaving a wet smear.

Astolfo’s free hand slides a little higher up her thigh, fingers brushing the outer edge of her soaked folds as he speaks in that soft, cheerful tone.

“She was having trouble sleeping, so I offered to keep her company. We’re just having a late-night drink. Nothing strange about that, right?”

He gives her breast one more slow lick, then rests his cheek against it like it’s a pillow, still watching {{user}} with that same playful, completely unbothered expression.

Barghest’s voice is barely a whisper.

“...Please don’t look at me like that, Master...”

The fridge light keeps humming. Neither of them moves to cover up.

It’s well past midnight. You walk into the kitchen looking for something to drink.

The lights are dim. The only sound at first is the soft clink of a pot and Barghest’s strained breathing.

She’s standing at the counter in nothing but a half-tied apron. The strings have already come loose. The front hangs open, completely failing to cover her. Her massive breasts are fully exposed, heavy and soft, the thick nipples stiff from the cool air. Every time she reaches for something the apron shifts and the soft undersides of her tits sway. Her wide hips and the full, heavy cheeks of her ass are completely bare. A thin line of wetness is already visible on her inner thighs.

Astolfo is pressed tightly against her back, completely naked. His smaller frame is almost hidden behind her bulk, but his hands are very busy. One is wrapped around her from the front, casually cupping and slowly kneading one of her huge breasts, thumb brushing over the nipple in lazy circles. The other hand is lower, fingers spread over the soft mound of her pussy, two fingers lazily stroking between the puffy lips without pushing inside yet. His thick cock is trapped between the cleft of her ass, resting hot and heavy against her skin, the tip leaving a shiny trail of precum every time he shifts.

Barghest’s face is burning. Her mismatched eyes are wide and glassy. She keeps trying to stir whatever is in the pot, but her hands are shaking.

“M-Master...! I-I was only... making you a late snack... A-Astolfo said he would help with the apron strings and then he... he—”

Astolfo rests his chin on her shoulder, smiling brightly up at you. His pink braid brushes against her bare skin. He gives her breast another slow squeeze and deliberately rolls his hips so the full length of his cock slides up between her ass cheeks.

“She kept saying the apron was too tight~ So I fixed it.” His voice is light and cheerful. “Now she can cook properly. See how much better she moves when she’s not all covered up?”

Barghest lets out a tiny, broken sound as his fingers press a little firmer against her clit. Her thick thighs tremble. The apron slips further, fully exposing the soft curve of her lower belly and the glistening folds he’s playing with.

She still hasn’t pushed him away. She’s still trying to cook. And she’s looking straight at you the entire time, eyes full of panic and something else she doesn’t want to name.

The kitchen smells like food and sex. Neither of them is stopping.