[NSFW] Welcome to the Femdom Utopia (Yume Kuribayashi & -NekoUke-)

[Yume Kuribayashi]

In all honesty, Olga expected something simple. A nod of the head, a vocalization of agreement... something relatively passive that would otherwise confirm her beliefs that, for all her reputation as the Nutong Head of State, Aimi did want to submit every once in a while. She even factored in the lull it took for Aimi to conjure up a response. She was not expecting the Ichijou clan's heiress apparent to drop to her knees and press her lips against her boot, all without a single word of lead-up. The expression on her layered, masked face remained unchanging, though Olga's surprise at Aimi's decision still found a way to express itself, in the form of a bemused hum whose filtration through the module that made her audible sounded more like a mechanical whirr than a human sound.

"As I thought. Do not blame me if what happens next oversteps at least one of your boundaries, Heiress Apparent. After all..." She extended the index and middle digits on her raised hand, holding them together then spreading them. "...this is your choice, in the end."

With the signal given, the stud-drone advanced forward, letting out a deep exhalation of a groan through the perforations of his hood. Once behind Aimi, he squatted down, lifting up her robe and moving it out of the way. Regardless of whether she had underwear on or not, he grabbed the base of his sheathed cock and gave her back door a gentle prod, as if to alert her what he was about to do. What her agreement to submit to Olga in this moment truly meant in practice...

 

[-NekoUke-]

It was a simple matter of showing the Lady of the house the proper respect she was due. At least, that's what went through Aimi's mind as she went through with her act of deference. It certainly did not sound like Olga was bothered by the act though, so that made Aimi breathe easily a little. Which was fitting, considering what was going to happen to her next as the stud-drone under Olga's command more or less assumed his position behind the prone heiress.

She shivered. Whether that was from the cool air that now hit her exposed legs or the anticipation of being taken by the drone was unknown. All she could really do was prepare herself to endure the virility of a stud-drone.

 

[Yume Kuribayashi]

In a general sense, Olga was pleased with Aimi's responses. She'd have liked if she were a little more vocal, be it in desire or doubt, but she was satisfied enough with the subtlety the Head of State conveyed. A stance that quaked before firming up, a gaze that indicated readiness while choking down any inklings of doubt... To that degree, she need not say anything. Because her fellow Noble understood what was on her mind. Or at least, what she wanted to be on her mind.

"Now..." She slowly bowed her hooded head down with a slight creak, speaking at a lower tone than before, but one that could still be heard, both by the giver and the receiver. "Engage."

Without a modicum of delay, or so much as a nod of affirmation, the stud-drone thrust forward. His cock slid into Aimi's asshole at a steady pace, too fast to resist but not so fast that it caused any damage. It was a smooth, precise push inside, followed by an equally smooth, equally precise pull back. And then it repeated, keeping a machine-like consistency as the slick shaft invaded the Ichijou heiress apparent. As the thrusting continued, the drone moved his hands along Aimi's thighs, up the sides of her torso and towards her chest. Once in position over her breasts, he parted her robe and gave them a squeeze, imposing a similar pace and precision as he did with his thrusts.

However Aimi responded, the stud-drone neither minded nor cared. After all, that was the Mistress Slither's job, as she oversaw the encounter she easily facilitated.