Just Riding a Trend {darkest_fate&AdventureGurl!}

[darkest_fate]

"The question is, do I trust him or not?" mumbled Emma Watson. She leaned on the steering wheel of her expensive sports car, eying the house. It looked decent enough, like your normal Californian beach house. Two floors, modern design, though painted in colors that made it stand out. Emma believed that it led out onto the beach, but she didn't know for certain. For that matter she hadn't the faintest idea what was inside or who lived here. She leaned over, pressing one well manicured nail to her GPS, tapping it and frowning. Not entirely certain, Emma turned for where she'd set her phone, picking it up and flipping through.

There was the email from her agent:

talked about doing publicity stunt with rising new talent. Got INCREDIBLE setup for you. All things arranged as we discussed . Don't worry, we'll do damage control on the rumors and make sure this makes your star rise even higher. Just go in and be friendly. Oh, and wear that denim jumpsuit; she'll like it; pack a bikini though, just in case

The text made Emma wrinkle her button nose, frowning as she reached up to brush back some of her light brown hair. Each line made her nervous on its own. "Rising new talent" could only reference the current trend of futanaris being all cool and hip. No one knew for certain how long they'd been around, unless you counted Japanese porn, and when they'd come out, they'd done fabulous. Within a matter of months they had someone in nearly every level of celebrity society, from a hit reality show (Living with Both Parts) to rumors of an actual political candidate. Emma herself had even spoken up for futanari rights, feeling it was a good extension of her own feminist movements. True, the whole "excessive libido" thing was a bit of a drawback, but science seemed to hint that had something to do with possessing mixed genitalia or something.

"INCREDIBLE setup" meant that her agent had decided, to Emma reluctance, to set her up with a "date" with a rising star futanari. Last Emma had checked, the list had been winnowed down to three candidates. There was that one impressive bodybuilder who looked like some kind of strange goddess: very popular, but also on the cover of half the tabloids because of raunchy, and sometimes public, sex acts. A cute Russian ballerina who had become known as one of the public faces simply because of her sheer adorableness and supposed dainty size (Emma's personal choice). And a Japanese Idol known for her crazy shows and crazier fanbase. Her agent had been pushing for either the Idol or the bodybuilder, so Emma knew they were definitely at odds there.

"Damage control" meant that this meeting could go south, and fast. Which made Emma suspect her agent went over her head and set things up with either the bodybuilder or the Idol. She knew the ballerina was doing a show in New York, and seeing as Emma was in California, that cut that out. Supposedly the bodybuilder had a beach house here, but people also talked about the Idol's crazy bikini parties. And Emma's agent had sent that line about the bikini.

"The denim jumpsuit" had apparently been from one of her shoots. Emma personally thought it was one of her more "butch" looking outfits. It hid some of her slender curves, though the cleavage she displayed in the shoot itself had been rather daring, showing quite the expanse of pale, freckle-dotted flesh. Though now a denim bra with a cute little bow could be seen in the middle of said valley, assuming Emma didn't just button it up all the way. The pants did hang well on her slender hips, and she supposed it made her apple-shaped ass look decidedly more appealing. It also galled her that the matching pantie happened to be a denim thong, but Emma figured she would survive. Still, Emma would have vastly preferred to go in a dress. She'd at least fought back by putting on a little more makeup than usual: eyeshadow, foundation, pink lipstick, and doing her hair well.

"No use in putting it off any longer," Emma finally mumbled. She let out a slow breath and gathered her phone, sliding it into her pocket. The keys came out of the ignition to join. The model, actress, activist slid out of her car, black heeled boots clicking against a paved walk as she headed up to the house. Putting on her best smile, Emma rang the doorbell, then folded her arms patiently, though she did look around to see if there were any clues as to which partner her agent had selected.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

In the basement of her modest beach home, Carina Blake made extensive use of her personal gym. The bodybuilder groaned as she powered her way through the last few sets of her routine, pressing up almost four-hundred pounds repeatedly before resting the weight on her bench. She was wearing headphones even though it was unnecessary in her soundproofed basement, more as a force of habit than anything. She was wearing a simple black sports bra and matching shorts. The bra strained against her large, heavy breasts, and the shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the immense bulge between her thighs.

Both her skin and scarlet hair were slicked wet with perspiration from her hour-long exercise, the latter of which hung damply to her shoulders. With a sigh she removed her headphones and emptied a bottle of water over her head. The cold water hit her hot skin like ice, drawing a sharp hiss from her lips as she let the cool liquid fall down her form. When she opened her eyes with a satisfied sigh she was drawn to a blinking light on her phone, which meant she'd missed a call while she was exercising. Drying off a hand Carina took the phone and headed upstairs, patting down her hair while she perused her call history. The latest call was from her agent, Melissa Miles.

"Oh Melly you just can't stay away can you?" She said with a grin. From her basement gym she entered into a large main living area roughly a sixty feet on each side, covered in thick shag carpet of a deep red. The space was split into thirds, one third being the living room which was on a slightly lower level than the rest. Thee living room had a large hemicircle couch made off deep red leather. Facing it was a one-hundred inch television that she almost never used. In the middle of the space between the tv and the couch was a large glass table with little in the way of decoration. The second third of the main area was the kitchen, separated by a long bar with half a dozen stools. The kitchen had white marble tiles and red stone counters, littered with bodybuilding magazines and a few MAXIM's. The last area was her sun-room, divided off from the rest of the living area, with massive twelve-person hot-tub and two entire walls off glass paneling overlooking the beach.to the She opened her voicemail as she headed to the fridge, put the phone on speaker and snagged a post-workout smoothie.

"Carina its Mel. I know this is your lifting time right now but we've got big news! Remember how we were discussing improving your image?" Carina rolled her eyes and shut the fridge door sharply. She was getting tired of this game her team was playing, constantly trying to make her family friendly regardless of what she wanted. And she had no interest in being a role model....maybe professionally, but not personally. "Well we had an offer that was just too good to pass up....so we made an executive decision without you." Carina almost slammed down her mixer and put a finger to her temple. This was getting seriously old. Mel babbled on a bit about some agent that had contacted them looking to cash in on a new trend or something. She didn't listen much and instead downed her smoothie, then opened a hidden drawer that contained a pack of joints she kept ready to go for situations like this. Sometimes her agents really pissed her off, so she found it more constructive to cool off with a few hits of Mary Jane before her temper got the better of her. After all it was their job to look after her interests. She took a few deep hits from a particularily potent strain of Afghani Kush. Even with her size it didn't take long for the sweet green intoxication to roll in over her senses and erase all thoughts of her agent. It wasn't till the end of the message that Carina started listening again. "So as I said you'll know her when you see her. I won't spoil the surprise but this could really work out for everyone if you two hit it off! I know its sudden but scheduling was complicated. She should be coming by in about an hour. Try to enjoy yourselves!" Carina blinked several times.

"Hit it off? What?" Carina moved to start the message over again as obviously she'd missed something important. However just as she'd picked it up the doorbell rang. She looked to her phone and saw the message was timed about an hour before, just when she started her work out. "Crap!" She swore and quickly put out the joint before hitting the switch on her automatic air-freshener. Carina'd only vaguely started to remember the discussion Mel was talking about. Some arrangement between her and another celebrity?

"Well this should be a hoot." Carina half groaned as she remembered the bulk of it and headed for the door, still in her gym clothes. Another one of those actresses looking for a little publicity by being involved with the hot new thing. As she reached for the door Carina grinned and paused, images flashing through her mind. Wondering what washed up C-lister they convinced to go through with this. Jeri Ryan? Sandra Bullock? The possibilities amused her for a second. It was strange thinking that this situation was even occurring in her life at this point. It was a far cry from being the fat girl in the suburbs. Still she didn't mind. After all, she got to have a little fun, and someone else got another shot at the limelight. With a sudden renewed interest she pulled open the door...and barely managed to hide her shock at the young woman at her door. "Emma fucking Watson."

"Well....this is not at all what I'd expected! Come on in and make your self comfortable!" Carina dwarfed Miss Watson by a significant margin, both in height and sheer size. It was such a stark difference that it might have made things awkward, if Carina wasn't still slightly amazed at the identity of her surprise date. As she closed the door behind Emma she couldn't help but inspect her with a slightly hungry eye. The petite, younger woman was so shapely for her size, and that denim outfit just begged Carina to guess what was underneath.

"I'll be honest. I only just found out about this thing a minute ago. Ergo the gym clothes." Carina stopped in front of Emma as she headed past the large living space towards her bedroom. She couldn't help but cock her hips playfully and smile, doing nothing to hide the hefty bulge in her shorts. "You can help yourself to anything in the fridge. The universal remote is easy to figure out. Give me ten minutes to shower up and we'll figure out a plan of action?" Carina started to head to her bedroom when she shook her head with another grin. Emma Watson. She'd have to remember to thank her crew. For once she agreed with a decision they made for her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Definitely not the Idol.

Carina towered over Emma, immediately making the petite Brit feel slightly overwhelmed. The voice and personality didn't really help either: Carina clearly expected to be listened to at the very least. Even Emma took a few seconds to regain herself, that unsteady smile turning into at least a more practiced expression. She managed a joking: "I get that a lot," to Carina's opening, then nodded and moved along to follow. As Emma expected, the bodybuilder's body was, well, built. Even Emma couldn't help but marvel at the well-formed muscles and the impressive physique. However, she also couldn't help but feel some relief in the fact that Carina still looked feminine, still had a striking face and impressive breasts.

Emma hadn't dared look at the shorts just yet, instead keeping her brown eyes politely on other aspects of the woman. After all, it wasn't as though Emma intended to actually do much with that particular part of Carina, and if she did, she didn't wager it would take long enough for her to really be all that worried.

"Oh?" Emma responded to Carina's comment, raising an arched brow. "I was told that you'd be fully informed. They only told me to meet you here," she said. Emma had stopped when Carina did, and she folded her hands in front of her, waiting patiently. The bodybuilder cocked her hips, and Emma's eyes darted down for only a brief moment. She swore she saw something bulge, but it must have been her imagination, if for no other reason than penii couldn't be that large.

"Well," said Emma, reaching up to brush some loose hair behind an ear, "thank you very much. I think I will have some water," she tried not to look too horribly upset at having to wait. It wasn't as though Carina knew she was coming, at least not according to the other woman. So Emma nodded and headed in the direction indicated. She'd find a bottle of water, take it, and then sit down patiently on the couch, spending the intervening moments observing the decor and possibly sending an angry email to her agent.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Once Carina got to her room she quickly stripped out of her gym clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Her bedroom was decently large, spacious enough to fit her king sized bed and still have several times its size in free room. Interestingly she had a large, completely real fireplace directly opposite her bed. That was one of her more personal touches. She loved to relax by a fire and just bathe in the warmth. The bathroom was also moderately large, big enough to house a stand-alone bathtub sized for three, as well as a walk-in shower sized for five. The color combo matched much of the rest of the house, with marble tiling and red accents. After turning the shower on she stopped in front of the mirror for a moment to collect herself.

As she stood there naked in front of the mirror she smiled. Emma Watson. What an unexpected surprise. She still remembered the first time she watched the Harry Potter movies, when Emma was a little girl. She then recalled a certain point, Goblet of Fire, when everyone realized how hot the actress could be. Carina found herself getting a little hard thinking about her as she was now. Especially in that denim outfit, she was almost too damned sexy to be legal, and cute at the same time. Carina chuckled and opened another hidden stash drawer. If she was gonna have any sort of restraint tonight, she couldn't go at it sober. Hell, that wasn't even a guarantee. After taking a few more hits the bodybuilder stepped into the shower and cleaned off. The entire time she washed Carina couldn't help but picture Emma in there with her....still wearing that denim, only then it would be soaked to her skin.

By the time she exited the shower she had calmed herself down and began considering the plan. What were they gonna do exactly? Was this supposed to be a quick, impersonal thing? A fling for the tabloids? Or were they supposed to go out on the town, see if they really hit it off? Carina wasn't much of a party girl....well, not the parties she'd take Emma Watson to anyways...the petite actress might end up knocked up by a random guest. Still, she searched through her apparel for something appropriate. And settled on a conventional combination. She put on a thin long sleeved red shirt custom made by Armani. It hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her narrow waist and a circular window the size of a grapefruit gave a sneak peak at her impressive cleavage. And for a bottom she put on a pair of white slacks also by Armani. She couldn't wear genuinely feminine clothing with her muscular figure, particularly her massive dick got in the way of such attire. The slacks were baggy enough to reduce the bulge, but depending on the way she stood, her phallus was still accentuated. IT was a compromise she found acceptable, and she didn't mind embracing her more masculine aspects rather than try to scrape out what little femininity she had. With a satisfied smile she exited the room and headed straight for the couch where Emma was sitting, and sat herself down beside her, aimed sideways so she could lean her head on her hand as she looked at the smaller woman.

"So. I have to say that outfit is absolutely dynamite. I love the look of denim on the right woman. Hmmhmm..." She sort of trailed off at the end, leaving the statement open with a soft smile. God this girl was something else, maybe it was because she just worked out but she was stimulating the bodybuilder in all the right ways. She felt like she had enough energy to run a lap around Hollywood. "So then. What are you in the mood for? I know a few clubs we might go to if you were so inclined. I know a chef at Hotel Bel-Air if you are hungry." She then quirked her head towards the kitchen. "Unless you'd prefer to stay in tonight. I make a rather mean stir-fry if I do say so myself." She shifted her position and stretched out her back. "Could always get cozy and just....get to know each other a bit?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Well, at least the woman looked handsome, Emma couldn't deny that. The custom clothing met the standards the fashionista in Emma set for herself. She did budge on that to some degree, but the girl couldn't help but admire a well selected wardrobe, particularly when those fine fabrics helped accent the body underneath. That shirt stretched across impressive pectorals while still accenting those breasts, and the slacks certainly looked striking. Emma did find her eyes lingering upon the crotch for a moment, more out of curiosity. She had, of course, met and conversed with some of the futanari before, but this felt... different. Not least of all because of what was planned.

"Thank you," Emma replied, smiling as she rose to her feet, "I had some say in its design the first time, though my agent, ah, suggested it for tonight," and judging by what Carina said, Emma's agent had purposefully picked the outfit to appeal to the bodybuilder's taste. A bit more nerves leaked into Emma's smile, but she just had to remind herself that Carina was a person too, someone with a mind and personality and rights just like Emma's.

Apparently suggestions and imagination too. Emma tilted her head, listening. Clubs? Emma heard about futanari bars... they were supposed to be fairly... erotic locales. Emma recalled watching a documentary that showed one in the light of day, and even then she was struck at the sheer eroticism of the decor and place. It would be tempting to go to a hotel, though some part of Emma found that suggestive...

..as was the offer to stay in. Emma watched that shirt stretch as the woman inside shifted, and she paused to lick her lips. The last bit in particular struck Emma, reminding her of what they were supposed to do. "Should we set some sort of guidelines and expectations first?" she asked, folding her hands and nodding. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page and know what we're, ah, here to do," she licked her lips again. The quickest way would just be to shimmy out of their clothes, get a camera running, and leak some grainy footage to the Internet. Emma was tempted to go that route. It would be quick, painless, and would potentially give her cover to deny anything actually happened.

The problem was that it involved erotic contact with this... futanari, and Emma just wasn't sure how to handle that. "What did they tell you?" she asked curiously. "Because... because I was told to essentially follow your lead and make you happy," God she hoped the orders weren't just fuck Emma Watson silly... though some part of her burned a little at that thought.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Carina shifted again in her seat as Emma stood up. "Well I'm glad you listened to his advice. Its a delicious look for you." The actress seemed nervous, perhaps a little impatient even? When Emma started discussing expectations though the bodybuilder quirked her head. "Here to do? That's a rather cold way to look at it don't you think?" She started to wonder exactly what she'd missed in that voicemail. It would really piss her off if Miss Watson had been coerced into this. Carina loved getting physical, but only when her partner wanted the contact herself. She stood up to face Emma directly when questioned about how much she knew.

"To be honest I missed most of the message letting me know you were even coming. And I pretty much forgot about the idea in the first place. I know I was supposed to hit it off with a starlet looking for a publicity bump." Carina listen, and nearly laughed out loud when Emma explained what she was told to do. "Fucking Hollywood. This place is like a cancer I swear." She grinned broadly and brushed past Emma, letting her hand trail over her abdomen. "I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to." She paused for a moment with her fingers drifting around the smaller girls hip.

"But if you do want it. I'm more than happy to oblige you." She couldn't help but let a little of her arousal leek out with that statement. She couldn't deny how exciting the idea of getting physical with the starlet was. She had an appeal that was both adorable and sexy at the same time. "Still, that being said...." Carina headed for the kitchen, speaking as she moved. "It's up to us as per how much we want to enjoy this little experience." She pulled to wine glasses from her cupboard and held up a bottle of wine she'd purchased during a competition in France. It was known to be quite strong and flavorful. She held up the glasses and gave them a shake. "So what do you say? How about we enjoy ourselves a bit?" She strongly considered asking if Emma smoked or not. It would certainly help her relax a bit.

 

[darkest_fate]

Emma had... technically agreed to this. She knew what the expectations were, and she'd been willing enough to do them. True, she hadn't known she'd be paired against Carina, but that didn't mean anything in the long term. Emma was supposed to get sensual enough with the futanari to generate press. Perhaps it was cold, but, well, Emma couldn't help but think of this in a detached sort of manner. She kept telling herself that while Carina was quite striking, Emma didn't feel any attraction.

Missed most of the note, something about needing the bump. Emma let out a little laugh and smiled at the comment, only to stiffen slightly as Carina touched her. Did she want this? Again, technically yes. She didn't feel any pull toward Carina... no, that was a lie: there was something about the bodybuilder that at least demanded some attention. But Emma wasn't, well, soaking wet or anything along those lines. She just felt somewhat drawn to the futanari.

Emma remained quiet, though she actually flushed at Carina's comment, averting her eyes for a moment. Though she didn't often admit, sometimes being this over sexualized lust object actually embarrassed her. Carina had already started to move away, and Emma watched. "It's all some plan of my agent's," she explained, watching the woman pull out wine. "He thinks that I could get a genuine boost from being seen to be in a relationship with a futanari. Oh," she smiled at the wine, nodding, "that certainly does look good," she rose, doublechecking the bottle before flushing. "You don't really have to use any of the 'good stuff' on me if you really want. I'm feeling rather terrible about this whole affair. It's almost as if my agent hasn't been paying attention," she rolled her eyes. "I've been arguing since futanari became public that you deserve equal rights and treatment and what have you, and now he's trying to make me ride the trend," and Carina, though Emma flushed at that, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. "Feels a bit like we've slid back a century and our families have decided we're at the right age to set us up," she let out a laugh, then turned to look at Carina. "Do you even find me attractive?" she asked point blank. "Would you, for example, approach me in a bar? No, wait," she held up a finger, "if you didn't know who I was, would you approach me in a bar?"

She quirked a brow, as if disbelieving that would be true or half expecting Carina to admit to some sort of trap.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Carina listened to her guest as she explained the situation more fully. Obviously they'd figured it out already but still, it never ceased to amaze her the stark differences between the life of a celebrity and the life of a common individual. Fame had a way of changing how one lives, changing the way they think, and ultimately, changed the lengths one might go to maintain the life. Then you had people like Emma. Carina couldn't help but like her a little more for her pro-futanari stance. A lot of people, mostly men and religious types, were utterly terrified of her gender. To them she was to drastic a change to the way they thought the world worked. It was nice to have people who supported them. She poured the wine making a clicking sound with her tongue.

"My dear it is never a waste to share wine with a beautiful woman." She slid the glass to Emma and took a sip herself, enjoying the rich, sweet flavor. She couldn't help but chuckle as her guest continued. "I know what you mean. I was just thinking how bizarre...albeit completely welcome...a situation like this is for anyone who isn't famous." She took another sip. "My team didn't even approve this with me before deciding it was a good idea...not of course that I disagree with them." When Emma asked if Carina was even attracted to her she felt her skin flush slightly. Even suggesting it easily carried away her imagination. Carina set down the glass and closed a little distance between them, dragging her fingers across the counter.

"Do you really want the truth?" She asked, biting her lip lightly. "If I'd seen you in a bar....and didn't know who you were..." She leaned in to whisper in Emma's ear, taking a moment to enjoy her perfume. "....I'd take you home for a whole week and the only time we'd leave the bedroom would be for food." That close to the young woman she found herself getting more aroused. Her smell, her manner, it just fed the futa's libido, and she found herself getting hard again. The slacks would hide it somewhat, but if she got fully erect, even her pants wouldn't hide it.

"I'll be honest. You are exactly the kind of woman I like." She talked playfully, but directly. "Petite but shapely, kissable lips, and gorgeous eyes. Its probably why they paired us together." She decided not to mention the allure of sleeping with someone she'd pretty much watched grow up. Hell she hadn't even started competing when her movies first started. "So to answer your question, yes. I find you attractive. Ravishing even...." With that she picked her glass back up and took another sip, without taking her eyes off Emma. She couldn't help it, she was pretty hard at that point, and it was showing.

 

[darkest_fate]

"Or a charming futanari," Emma replied, quite confident in giving Carina that much of a compliment. She took the offered glass with a smile and a thankful nod. Emma raised it, taking a delicate sip, thoroughly enjoying the bodybuilder's taste in alcohol. That actually proved to be something of a surprise: Emma had figured Carina for someone who drank heavier than this. Then again, perhaps she'd pulled this out because she knew Emma would love it.

Soon more nodding, finding that she agreed with everything. Then she watched, waiting while Carina went around the bar. Emma nodded confidently, folding her arms over her chest as Carina continued. She felt the futanari move forward, leaning over. Erotic whispers tingled Emma's ear and she gasped when the hot breath conveyed a truly debauched scene. The pale Brit blushed nearly to her ears, trying to cover it by taking another little sip. A whole week in the bedroom? That should sound absolutely dreadful, almost like torture. Though Carina made it sound decidedly erotic and the best kind of sin.

Carina continued and Emma smiled. "Just your type?" she repeated. She rolled her eyes. "I'm everyone's bloody type," she grumbled, taking another sip. "I suppose you know what that's like to some degree," she gestured with the hand holding the glass. "I guarantee that there's somebody with their pants around their ankles stroking themselves to a picture of me," she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, letting out a little sigh. "Man, woman, futanari, it doesn't even matter. Do you realize how much fanmail I get? I literally had to hire someone to filter through all the naked pictures, and you'd think that my speaking at the UN and all would deter it. Just made me get remarks about how what I really needed was a good man."

Emma snorted, waving with her free hand. "I don't see what the big bloody deal is anyway. They act like sex is the best thing ever," she shook her head and took another sip, flushing as she realized what she just said. "Sorry, I just... it's rather tiresome, honestly," she gave Carina another smile, this one more apologetic.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Emma's blush in response to her comment was adorable. Her fair skin made said blush impossible to hide. Carina continued sipping her wine as Emma vented over peoples sexual obsession with her.

"I suppose that's fair." She didn't particularily like her attraction being generalized in such a way, but she really couldn't fault the brit for it either. She herself dealt with all manner of similar issues, probably not on the same scale. Though it was her final comment that really caught Carina's attention. It said volumes on the actresses views on sex. It sounded if she genuinely didn't care for it, which was an alien concept to the futa. All futanari had hyperactive libido's, and such naturally lived intensely sexual lives. Just as anyone else it was up to the Futa what role sex played in their life, but it was always a central theme.

"You don't have to apologize. I've gotten my fair share of creepy fanmail as well, not to mention death threats from nutjobs who think futa's are demons sent here to corrupt humanity." She clicked her tongue again. "That one is one of my favorites!" Still, she eyed Emma with a hint of curiosity now. In her experience the only people who had genuinely negative opinions of sex either had little positive experience, or those who had suffered sexual trauma. She decided to take a gamble.

"Sex is in my opinion....like any other action one can take." She took a long draw from the wine and set it aside, leaning against the bar. "You can do it all kinds of ways, fast, slow, rough, gentle. Its all about figuring out what you like, and exploring that with someone with equal passion for the act." She had to shift her stance a bit to accommodate for her swelling bulge, but tried to be relatively discreet. She also moved a little closer, swaying her hips as she walked around Emma and slowly placed her hands on her shoulders.

"A lot of people think its all about the climax, getting to the final satisfaction." She started gently, but firmly massaging the starlets shoulders. "Personally, I'm more interested in the act. The touch of skin....the heat of a lovers breath on your neck....the way they moan out when you are touching them just right." At this point Carina wanted to take Emma right then and there, bring her over to the couch and make her beg for more. "But most of all is the satisfaction you can get from knowing your partner is completely and utterly satisfied...and you are responsible..." She bit her lip and sighed heavily, looking down at her new....friend, from behind, wondering just how repressed Emma really was. Carina wasn't much for seduction, but she was dying to peel away the layers of this young actress and get to the woman inside.

 

[darkest_fate]

Emma chuckled as Carina admitted to getting her share of creepy fanmail. Then she outright laughed at the thought of futanari being demons. "Seriously? People honestly believe that nonsense? That's nearly as bad as when I was playing Hermione. You would not believe the number of threats I got about encouraging witchcraft, and the number of creepy promises to fuck it out of me," she spat the word "fuck" as though it were a chunk of food she didn't enjoy the taste of. She wrinkled her nose at that, though she also remembered one of the benefits.

Since she'd done the witch thing, people had found it funny to send her loads upon loads of various toys, especially anything called a "wand." Emma recognized that she had one of the most extensive sex toy collections in existence, thanks to fan contributions. Though she didn't let anyone outside a very small circle know, Emma kept about one in three. They underwent an intensive cleaning process and, well, she had to get rid of that stress somehow. Emma couldn't count the number of times she'd had to use one after a night with a boyfriend.

Which just had her looking doubtful as Carina continued. Emma had certainly read the literature, and she'd heard speeches like this before. Though most of those people didn't place their strong hands on her shoulders. Emma swallowed, again noticing the size difference, along with how Carina's hands felt both simultaneously gentle and firm. It felt like Carina could snap Emma in half, but chose not to.

The hands made Emma hold still as Carina continued. They also made her let out a little groan as she felt them working her shoulders. "That all sounds quite nice," Emma agreed, opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder at Carina, "but in my experience, it certainly doesn't pan out like that. About one partner in three has the faintest clue what to do, and even the ones that do aren't nearly as good at it as you are at solo. Don't even get me started on the actual penetration," Emma again let out a laugh, pausing to take a sip of wine and turned. "Have you ever slept with a male? They pull out their.... their cocks," she nearly laughed at the word, "and after you play with it for a while and get it all nice and swollen, they stick it in, thrust about four times, and then cum inside a condom or all over your belly."

Emma let out another snort, taking a drink. She looked up at Carina, smirking. "And now's when you're going to insist that it's different for futanari, I take it," Emma looked down pointedly at Carina's bulge, before meeting the bodybuilder's eyes and quirking a brow, taking the swelling there as proof of what she stated.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Carina let Emma vent, confirming her suspicions. It really was a shame, for such a gorgeous young woman to have never been given the treatment she deserved. But it was obvious in her tone, the frustration was so tangible Carina could taste it. It was a little embarrasing how excited it made her in fact.

"I can't say I've ever been with a man, no." She responded when Emma turned around, sounding more upset as she went on. The accusation of intent, and Emma's pointed glance at her crotch sparked a bit of a fire in the futa. "I'm not saying its different for every futanari...." She leaned in and brushed her lips against Emma's, whispering as she did. "...just me."

Then without warning she easily scooped up the younger woman in her arms and carried her across the living area to her room, ignoring any protests that may have been made. Once inside she gently dropped the starlet on her bed, and had her trapped with a hand to the side of either shoulder. They weren't touching yet, but so close she could feel the heat between them. Carina caught Emma's eyes and didn't let them go.

"You want a little publicity? I can give you that." She leaned closer and kissed the Brit on the neck. "But I'm going to give you so much more." She kissed lower and lower, down her collar, down the pale exposed flesh between her shirt. Carina then moved up and kissed Emma on the lips, firm, but not invasive. As she did she leaned in, pushing her fully swollen bulge directly between the actresses thighs. "All I want....is for you..." She let her right hand drift to Emma's thigh, and up her hips to her waist. "...to enjoy yourself..." She lightly ground herself against the younger woman's crotch for the briefest of moments, and suddenly pulled back. Far enough to catch Emma's eyes again. "If you want me to, I'll make you beg for this again and again....all you have to do is ask."

 

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The frustration twisted Emma's guts into knots, and she felt like spitting in frustration. It didn't really dim as Carina continued, talking about how she'd never been with a man. The followup, the fire that sparked from Carina, it struck Emma as being very... erotic, yet again. She heard those words crawling down her spin, felt lips just brushing against hers, as though that faint contact could quite literally steal her breath away. it certainly silenced Emma, cooling a good deal of her frustrated ire.

"I'm sorry, I didn't---eep!" the apology turned into a cry. Emma threw her arms around Carina as the futanari scooped her up. The glass of whine went flying, and Emma felt like pointing out that it might stain. However, her fluttering heart made forming silly things like words feel nearly impossible. Who hadn't dreamt of being literally swept off her feet by a pair of strong arms? That said arms happened to be wrapped in soft, feminine skin didn't really dim the appeal overmuch, nor did the firm breasts Emma felt herself pulled against. She swallowed hard.

Then they hit a bed, and Emma again stared up. Her mouth moved, but words died on her lips as Carina leaned in. Emma knew seduction, had played it in films, seen it played, even experienced it a few times in her young life. Despite her sexual frustrations, Emma had been through the joys of having someone teasingly kiss her, lavishing attentions upon her. It was all to get her legs to spread and do as she commanded, but it had been sweet at the time. This felt nearly as sweet, with the lips traveling down Emma's collar. Her breath hitched as she felt Carina dip lower, lower, and for a moment, Emma wondered just how far the bodybuilder would go.

Then back up, and Emma felt her lips kissed directly. She stared, blinking brown eyes, eyes that widened slightly as the largest, thickest cock she'd ever felt nudged against her thighs. Hands trailed up, moving to her slender wait, and then a slight grind that made Emma gasp. The forwardness, the overpowering aura this woman commanded, it made Emma forget herself.

"I--" she said, swallowing. Beg? "I---we really don't have to," she said, squirming slightly, "do this. I don't want you to feel pressured or anything of the like. Or that you have to prove yourself or... or counter something I said. I was speaking foolishly, frustrated and flustered and just upset about things, about life," Emma swallowed, feeling that pulsing rod so close to her. She squirmed again, licking her lips. "You really think you're that good?" she asked, curiosity leaking into her tone and face.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

It was adorable the way Emma talked one way, but her body language, her energy was that of desperate curiosity. And that was all Carina needed. There was a big difference between not being sure if you wanted something, and not wanting it at all. But now the bodybuilder was certain, Emma Watson wanted....needed this. Luckily for her Carina was positively dying to be her guide. She grinned and leaned in once more, reapplying the pressure between their bodies. Only this time she ground her cock against the actresses womanhood a little harder, and continued grinding, slowly but firmly. She wondered what the denim would feel like against the younger womans flesh, with such a thick, hard object grinding against it.

"I don't think...I know." She whispered as she kissed her way up Emma's jawline to her earlobe, where she nibbled lightly. "...Its a sin that you haven't known real ecstasy..." The whole time she maintained her slow and steady grinding against Emma, relishing the heat of her small, soft body against her hard muscles. It had still only been maybe a half hour since her workout at most, so she was still primed, her body hot and limber. "Trust me. You are never going to look at sex the same after tonight!" She finished the sentence with a laugh as she suddenly lifted Emma up, spun around and fell back on the bed with Emma's back pressed against her chest. Maneuvering the smaller woman was child's play to Carina, due to the huge size different. But from this position she slipped her left hand around Emma's waist and undid her denim jeans, sliding her hand beneath her beltline and beneath her panties.

"Denim panties? God you are so damned sexy Emma." Her other hand slipped beneath her shirt and began massaging her new lovers left breast. From this position her bulge still pressed firmly against Emma's petite ass, and she continued lightly grinding away while her fingers danced circles over her clit and labia. Every few seconds she would slip her middle finger inside for the briefest of moments, just a tease, but she didn't slow down or relent. Slow but hard, firm and controlled, this was pretty much her method in a nutshell. Of course she lost control from time to time, but this....this she wanted to do just right. She really liked this position though, because it put her face right near Emma's ear.

"Just so you know..." She dipped her finger in again, this time deeper, hooking it inside and pulling upward, almost dragging the actress up as well. "...I'm not going to even show you my cock until you've came." With that she leaned up, putting the actress in her lap. This way she had easier access with her fingers, and she leaned in from behind to kiss Emma's neck, occasionally nibbling on her earlobe.

 

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Emma supposed that the large cock grinding against her denim-clad sex should be turning her on. It did, to some degree. All that denim pressed against her most sensitive area, mixed with knowing that it acted as a barrier between her little sex and a huge rod of pulsing futa-meat, it would affect anyone. However, Emma was also thinking of trying to fit that massive thing inside her, even for the short amount of time it would take.

Didn't think, knew, and then kisses up Emma's jawline. The actress's eyes widened for a moment, her head shifting. She had signed on for this, this had been the point, though she hadn't... she'd heard all the stories and just assumed that... that Carina would rip the denim outfit off throw Emma on the bed, rut for about thirty seconds and be done. Instead the bodybuilder began nibbling on Emma's ear, a sensation that the lithe Brit certainly enjoyed.

"Well, you're certainly confideeeeeent!" the last word turned into something of a cry as Carina flipped Emma. The starlet managed to work herself just slightly, which only served to press her rounded rear against the larger woman. Emma could better feel the thick cock pressing against her,rubbing around. A hand came down, undoing buttons and sliding in the narrow space. Emma felt the pants tug even before she felt fingers trailing down. They slid underneath her panties and she let out a little gasp, her hand flying to her wrist. Hadn't they just been talking ten minutes ago? Maybe that was Carina's style, hit Emma hard before she could process.

A hand slid underneath the shirt, fondling Emma through the denim bra. "Well, I figure that a girl should dress to impress all the way down," she breathed, looking back at Carina, "and I did expect us to fuck, remember?" she practically spat the word, though she wasn't sure this truly qualified. Emma shifted to try and get her upper body up on her elbows, her rear still jutted against Carina. It felt so odd, with her pants and shirt still on, fingers sliding against her, knowing that her perfectly selected outfit just served as a tool to excite her further. Those fingers played well against her sex, tugging the thong into her rear as they went. Emma could feel them teasing her nether lips, felt the palm rustling the perfectly trimmed thatch of pubic hair that dotted her loins. Each rustle disturbed that, pulled the garment, dug it against her. Emma felt as though she should complain, but Carina was doing this just so damn well.

A finger jutted in and Emma let out another gasp. Her hand again went, fingers wrapping around Carina's wrist. She rose her head to look back at the bodybuilder. "Oh really?" she said, her voice already hitching slightly. "There's that confidence again. Do you really think I'll cum that easy?" she let out another gasp as Carina pulled her onto her lap. Emma looked down, seeing the obscene bulge at her waist. Her hand still rested on Carina's wrist.

Emma took another deep breath, looking over her shoulder. "I don't suppose my asking you to stop would actually do anything?" especially given that her body already tingled. "Not that say that I will, this does feel," she shifted, "surprisingly good..."

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"Easy or not...its happening babe." It was such a small thing, but Carina loved the way Emma's hand went to her wrist, but didn't try to push her away. Just more proof that she wasn't as cold as she was letting on. She continued massaging, lightly pinching at her nipples, all the while increasing the tempo of her fingers below Emma's waist. She was just about to slide two fingers in at once, when Emma asked what she'd do if she asked her to stop. With that Carina removed her hand from beneath the actresses panties. That hand traveled up to join her other in undoing the buttons on that denim shirt.

"If you ask me to stop. We'll stop. I'm not keen on rape." Carina wasn't about to do something against anyones will, but it was quite obvious to her that a huge part of Miss Watson craved this. Which is why the second comment made her smile. "I'm aware. Its hard to argue with this." She rubbed her glistening fingers together where Emma could see them, before diving the hand back between her thighs. Two fingers slipped inside the actress and swirled inside, dancing about as Carina looked for the signs she'd found the right spots. A sudden intake of breath here, a tightening of the grip on her wrist there, it was these little things as much as the big ones that turned Carina on the most.

The other hand attacked the now freed breast with gusto, lightly pinching the nipple before firmly carressing that shapely little mound. At the same time she continued nibbling on Emma's ear, something that she apparently liked. She figured a minute or two more of this and she'd move on to one of her favorite parts. Something she took a great deal of pride in. But she wanted to enjoy this outfit a little longer before it was removed.

"Moan for me....I want to hear you loving this..." She whispered deeply, her voice laced with lust and animal passion. Her fingers picked up the pace, she would slip one in quickly and thrust it several times, before slipping another in and swirling them around, only to switch it up and deny penetration completely. Meanwhile her other hand began exploring Emma's body, caressing her abdomen and her waist, slipping in behind to grip her ass. But no matter how far it traveled it never strayed long from those delicious breasts.

 

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Yes, it certainly was happening. Emma felt almost as though she'd hopped onto a train, a train that she had to ride all the way to the station. She could feel the skilled bodybuilder teasing her body, tweaking and prodding and caressing in all the perfect spots. Fingers pinched Emma's nipples through her bra, dragging the fabric against the tender bits. Emma's little nipples were almost demure, two small peaks of palest pink set atop the firm mound of ivory flesh. She'd always found them to be relatively sensitive too, likely more than normal. Each little touch sent more little bursts of pleasure barraging Emma's senses.

The fingers in her panties worked even better. Emma had to admit that she couldn't even recall doing this so well to herself, and having someone else teasing her flesh felt almost better. She could feel the petals of her sex opening up, coaxed to life by the fingers. Heat and moisture began to rise. Soft nether lips gathered hints of Emma's arousal, hints that jumped to fingers with each pass.

The hand worked to undo buttons, and Emma knew that if she wanted to stop, actually wanted this to cease, she needed to say something before the other woman undid her shirt. Emma may be uptight and generally disinterested in sex, but she prided herself on not being a tease. If Carina got her shirt off, the bodybuilder had earned the right to her affections. And hadn't this been the point of Emma's coming here? Why shouldn't she enjoy a little pleasure? It was decidedly better than hiring someone to pleasure her, and it felt damn good, certainly better than toy play.

Not rape, though fingers kept going. Emma let out a soft laugh as Carina showed the wet fingers. The Brit reached up to tuck back some hair. "Your fingers are quite skilled," she admitted, licking her lips again. "Though that's the be expected, mm, considering your experience," though Emma spoke, she did let her legs fall apart, let the shirt slide off, knowing that her body took the decision from her. Her head lolled back as Carina teased her ear, loving all the attention. The hand teased her breast masterfully, and Emma could feel the flush spreading throughout her body, no doubt showing on her pale skin.

Another bit of instruction, and Emma let out another little laugh. She leaned back, turning a smiling face, brown eyes dancing. "I told you," she said, her breath hitching with arousal, but still using that clipped British accent, "I'm not easy. If you want moans, you're going to have to, mm," she rolled her hips as she felt Carina's fingers slide inside her sex. Interior walls caressed the digit for a moment, just fluttering about. Emma's hands had both gone down to hold her. Emma took a shuddering breath, relaxing very slowly, bit by bit, as Carina began working up. "you're going to have to--- to earn them," Emma said, flashing another smile. "Oh, and if we're going to do this, we need to record it," she sounded almost professional there. "I don't intend to have to repeat or fake a first seduction just because we got careless," I'm only doing this because I have to, not because your touch is good and I'm desperate for someone to make me cum.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"Oh earn them I shall. But good point!" Carina took one last nibble of Emma's earlobe and hopped off the bed with no small amount of enthusiasm. She was painfully hard at the moment, enough so that she decided it was best not to look back at the half-undressed Miss Watson sitting on her bed. "I'd completely forgotten that this was a publicity thing. Guess I get a little...hmmm....passionate with the right motivation." Across the room and next to her bathroom door sat her desk, an antique redwood piece that she wasn't really sure why she bought, considering how little she used the thing. Still, on top of the desk was her computer monitor, which was connected to the webcam she used for uploading videos to her Youtube channel. While the computer booted up she pulled a bottle of scented massage oil from her lower drawer and placed it on a warmer plate hidden in the second drawer. The bodybuilder grinned a bit at how well prepared she was for this considering it was a surprise, but she hated not having what she wanted.

"You should get nice and comfortable and pull off those jeans. I think you are going to like what comes next..." With the computer up she angled the webcam towards the bed, double checked to make sure it was recording, and let it be. It was a decent shot, and she couldn't help but linger on Emma's half naked body on the screen, but she thought they could really use a better angle. Humming lightly Carina took the camera she used for training videos from the desk and strode across the room, placing it on the mantle. That gave a nice downward angle, and between the two they should get every saucy minute. Once satisfied she turned back to the actress.

"Now then. Lay down on your back and relax. I'll only be a moment." Carina reached down and in one swift motion removed her shirt, tossing it to the side. Her bra was rather plain, dark red and similar to a sports bra. It was a necessity due to the size of her impressive DD's. She took the now heated glass bottle of oil over to the bed and crawled up to her guest. Seeing her without the pants on now, and laying there waiting for her, a part of Carina wanted to believe in some form of god. For whatever cosmic force put this unbelievably gorgeous woman in her hands was obviously a deity worthy of worship. Once she was tired of looking Carina straddled Emma's thighs, an action that once again pressed her swollen bulge directly into her ass.

"Ready?" She let the oil fall onto Emma's upper and lower back, spreading it around with her fingers as she did. As always her hands gripped her firmly, but carefully, skillfully searching out tense spots and tight muscles. When she found one she kneaded and caressed it into submission, but always found her way back to Emma's neck, hips, and ass. It was like an erotic game to her, she wanted to see how bad she could get Emma to want this, to want her. She wanted to see how good she could make the younger woman feel, see how good she really was at lovemaking. "Time to do the other side now doll." Carina wasn't at all worried about her bed. She'd replaced the sheets hundreds of times, and would probably do so again. So when she gently turned Emma over it didn't matter that the oil got everywhere. As soon as the actress was turned though Carina's left hand moved between her thighs, and Carina caught her in a deep, passionate kiss. She wasn't done yet, but this was how she operated. She loved to tease, to play, to build up the tension until it exploded like an atomic bomb. And from the sticky wetness of Miss Watson's panties, Carina was confident that this was going to be the biggest blast of her life.

 

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Emma lazily shifted, watching Carina, her mind still racing. She could probably still get out of this. Carina didn't seem too horribly caught up in things, not to mention being rather sweet, well, sweet for a bodybuilding futanari who wanted to fuck Emma's brains out. The starlet couldn't help but be at least a little flattered though: Carina had wanted to go through with things without the publicity angle covered. At least it wouldn't be just a job for her. No, that would be Emma's thing, and it actually made her feel a little guilty.

Was that... oil? Emma squinted for a moment, almost surprised. Carina truly was going all out with the seduction: first plying Emma with wine, then an oiled massage? Though Emma supposed that could be lubrication of some kind, though technically the wine would count too. Carina certainly made it sound enjoyable. Emma shifted to the edge of the bed, pulling the pants down her legs. She did catch the denim thong though, getting it snug against her warming sex. Though it hadn't been asked, Emma shrugged out of her shirt too, laying it into the same pile as the jeans. Wearing nothing but denim underthings now, she shifted, obeying Carina's instruction.

Something thick and hard pressed against Emma's ass, and she shifted. A hand went up to pull her hair back, baring most of her pale shoulders. "Are you just going to fuck me like that?" she asked, mostly curious. "Because I thought--ooh," the last came out as a sharp little moan as warm oil trailed along her back. Fingers, talented fingers, spread it throughout. Emma felt the warmth seeping into her body. So much tension rested in those muscles, from keeping her image, from working her causes, from just being famous. Carina's talented digits sought them all out. They literally pressed away the stress of Emma's life. She felt her muscles weakening, her body relaxing. The warmth spread all throughout her, sliding its sensations to every bit of her.

Especially her sex. It just oozed there, and Emma could feel her lips engorging with desire and want. Anyone who could do this with their hands could surely draw some impressive reactions from her actual body. Hands had even pressed against her ass, as though shoving the warmth and relaxation straight into Emma's sex. The starlet nodded and shifted over, facing up.

Twin nipples jutted against denim fabric, forming noticeable peaks. Emma's thong may not be soaked, but a spot of noticeable darkness showed in the center of it. Her hips rolled as Carina came close. The hand made Emma's eyes open, her lips parting for a moment. Said parted lips soon found themselves kissing the futanari again, working against her. The heat had certainly started to mount, Emma was surprised to feel it coursing throughout her body, drugging her.

"You're... very good at this..." she admitted, having first pulled her lips from Carina's. "You realize we could just fake it," though Emma couldn't see anyone who could potentially be attracted to her getting her this naked, this hot and relaxed, and just pulling away, "or you could just thrust inside me and get it over with," she looked up at Carina, "you really don't have to seduce me," though there was an undercurrent of but I'm thoroughly enjoying it there, even as her hips gave another soft motion and her breath hitched in a little tremble.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"Of course we could just fake it..." Carina kissed Emma again, lightly and playfully. "But at this point do you really want to?" At that point she thrust two fingers inside her partners body and started pumping them in and out at a vigorous pace. Emma's comment about just thrusting inside her sounded so half-hearted that it struck Carina as almost desperate. Did the young woman have such a low opinion of sex? Or perhaps she was desperate to be right about it? Regardless it only encouraged the futanari. "Emma..." She said as she leaned in and sucked one of Miss Watsons's peaked nipples into her mouth. She could taste the massage oil and didn't care, she wanted every inch of this woman. "If you really want me to stop..." Carina pulled away, removing both her hand and mouth from Emma's body. "...then I'll stop and we can just make up a story." With that she stood up from the bed and started undoing her belt. She maintained eye contact with Emma the whole time. "If you'd like me to just take you and get it over with though...." Her pants fell around her ankles and she kicked them off with a smile. "...that's going to be much harder for me to accomplish." That last line was spoken as she returned to the bed. Her bulge was still visible in her pants, but her bottoms did nothing to hide it.

"I'm not a fan of taking someone who doesn't want it." She moved up in between Emma's legs and put her hands on either of her sides. From this position it only took a small motion to vigorously rub her bulge against Emma's denim thong. "I don't feel right if my partner isn't as satisfied as I am." Again Carina pressed her lips against Miss Watson's mouth, this time her tongue invading that foreign space as she lowered her body to press against the others. Her massive breasts squeezed against Emma's chest, and her rock hard abs slipped against her soft, oiled abdomen.

"So how about it lovely? Why not give up the pretense?" Carina didn't want to be mean or inconsiderate. She wanted Emma to give in to the part of her that wanted to be pleased, that wanted someone just like Carina to remind her how it felt to be a woman in another's hands. "We can enjoy ourselves and give in to wild abandon..." The bodybuilder was making a point to crush her throbbing member against Emma's denim-clothed slit, grinding relentlessly as they kissed and groped. But this was all foreplay. This was just to get the engine warmed up as it were. "...or you can go on hating sex without ever really experiencing it. That being said, I think I already know what you really want!" With predatory grace the futanari spun herself around, so that her face was perfectly lined up with Emma's womanhood. Her own member would be directly over the actresses face. From any distance Carina was impressive, but up close that fourteen inch long bulge could seem monstrous, and those grapefruit-sized testes had to inspire some form of awe from her partner.

"Just relax and let me take you to heaven..." Carina said as she slipped Emma's denim thong aside, for the first time actually seeing her sweet place in person. She had a cute patch of brown hair down there, but was otherwise completely shaven. "Gods...so beautiful down here too!" With almost animalistic intensity she kissed the starlets lower lips and moaned out at the taste. She used her fingers to massage her clitoris and labia, all the while her tongue explored this foreign territory rather intensely. She nibbled and pinched, massaged and caressed, sucked and licked, continuing for several minutes in such a fashion. She was patient when it came to foreplay, and she'd already decided that she wanted Emma Watson to come before they moved on to the real thing.

 

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The futanari knew how to kiss, that much was quite certain. She knew how to work fingers too, as they started moving in and out of Emma faster than ever. The beautiful Brit's eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open, her hands flying down to try and grab the thrusting hand. Within seconds her slightly damp sex had grown at least twice as wet, the sudden assault upon her senses just overwhelming poor Emma. She could feel her interior walls gripping tight in response too, the ripple of muscles just adding to things, dislodging more of her juices, increasing the already warm interior a few notches. "Jeez, you don't hold back do youuuuu!!!" the last came out as a near squeal as lips went about her nipple. Emma could feel the peak drawn through the fabric, jutting into a warm mouth. More heat melted into her body. First it surrounded her nipple, adding bursts of fire into the engorged flesh. Then slowly, almost painfully, it seeped down, igniting fires all the way to her core. Loose muscles couldn't resist: Carina had already laid down tinder, started sparks, this just tossed more fuel.

The bodybuilder pulled back. Emma panted, licked her lips, looking around, stunned at just what a few seconds could do to her. Carina pulled away, Emma heard pants undoing, a tempting offer moving in the air, then a slump, and she turned her eyes to see: "Holy shit!" the starlet couldn't help but spit. She pulled herself, weak muscles and oil causing her to slip on the bed for a moment. Those brown eyes went to the bulge as it appeared. Te bodybuilder moved, and Emma simply lay there, stunned, watching as the monster rubbed against her barely clad sex. Didn't feel right, lips on hers, taking, Emma just laying there, feeling a tongue moving, a body going into place. Rock hard flesh pressed against Emma's softer, oil-slick body. She stiffened, actually feeling fright starting to slip in. Carina kept going, kept talking, wild abandon. She certainly lived up to it, grinding the huge cock against Emma's barely covered six. Ground and groped and seized Emma's lips and made the starlet squirm and lose her train of thought for several seconds.

"Oh, oh my that does.." she sputtered as Carina pulled away, her head spinning. Her sex felt as though it had started to melt, and she was fairly certain that the thong contoured quite nicely to her swollen nether lips. Emma swallowed, hearing more commands, seeing the bulge pressing against her. "It's too big!" she finally said, moving her head from around it. "You can talk about relaxation and teasing and oh my dear you are--" for the thong had pulled aside, the wet clinging to Emma's lips, practically peeling away. Naturally the little slit matched its owner: all beauty and class and femininity... and damp with suppressed want. Fingers pressed against the folds. Emma felt them parting, felt them again grinding. She hissed, one hand going to grip the sheets, another pushing against Carina. A tongue moved down, licked, sucked. Never before had anyone, not even Emma herself, attacked her sex like this. Not any fumbling males palming away at her, not her own skillful manipulations, each determined to bring Emma to a climax.

That sensation thundered toward Emma like an overstoked train. She felt her sex going into overdrive, walls trembling, moisture gathering, heat intensifying. The sensations flew through her, blowing out nerves and thought. It made her body stiffen, her breath hitch. The heavy scent of the British starlet's arousal filled the air. She tasted it with each gulped breath, could feel it mounting.

"Holy... oh God, I'm, I'm, going to cum," she gasped, her hands going to grip the bodybuilder, to practically tear at the sheets.

Calling what Emma felt crashing through her body an orgasm, calling it "cumming" felt like the biggest understatement to ever come from her lips.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Carina didn't let up even as Emma claimed she was about to come. She twirled her fingers around her partners lower lips at a frantic, but controlled speed, pressing in and occasionally slipping her fingers inside for brief moments before returning to the surface. When the starlet finally burst, Carina didn't stop. She could practically feel years of tension exploding inside Miss Watson's body as fluids began to pour out of her, soaking the sheets and coating both her fingers and lips heavily. Her strong hands kept her partners bucking hips steady as she continually assaulted her nethers with ruthless satisfaction. Her ministrations induced wave after wave of orgasm, not letting the woman rest or cool down until she was certain every last inch of her climax had passed.

"That's it baby....let it all out.." Carina whispered before she sealed her mouth over Emma's womanhood, tasting deeply of her ecstasy and moaning with satisfaction. That being said, Carina had pushed her own patience to the limit, and now she needed so much more. Again with grace uncaracteristic of her large frame, she removed herself from atop Emma and sat on the edge of the bed. Turning back with a smile she pulled off her bra, finally freeing her incredible bust. More importantly, she pulled off the last bit of clothing keeping her granite-hard cock from her new friends attention.

"Don't get to comfortable back there Emma....the real fun is just about to start!" Her underwear was something akin to a jock-strap, though it was a designer garment made just for her. Futanari in general couldn't wear panties for obvious reasons, and mens underwear didn't have the support she required. The red fabric struggled to contain her swollen member, until she dropped it to the floor. Now Emma could see every inch of her, and if her previous exclamation at her size had been genuine, Carina could only imagine how the woman would react seeing it completely unbound. She hadn't even realized that she was leaking pre-cum copiously enough to drip from the tip as she closed in over Emma. If the actress had been beautiful before, she was a goddess in Carina's eyes now. Seeing her milky skin so slick from oil and sweat, her face still red from her recent climax, and those eyes, those damned gorgeous eyes....it made the bodybuilder want her more than anyone in her life.

"I hope you are ready...because I'm going to make you forget your own name..." Even now she didn't rush though, putting herself in a position between Emma's thighs, letting the underside of her wrist-thick cock slide against Emma's sopping lower lips. The touch of skin against her was electric, and had she been a lesser woman, she might have came right there from all this excitement. Of course she was not a lesser woman, and instead she gently took one of Emma's hands, guided it down to wrap her little fingers around her shaft. The whole time she kissed Emma again and again, starting to lose herself in the Starlets eyes.

"Ask me....ask me to take you...please..." She wanted more than anything for Emma to want this back, not to beg, just to give in completely. She was so lost in the moment she'd forgotten about anything such as condoms or checking the cameras. If Emma cared, it was completely up to her.

 

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The climax seized control of Emma Watson. She felt every muscle in her body tensing up, almost painfully contorting, as it drove the passion and want inward. Every single muscle just locked into place, pleasure and want and tension ratcheting up the arousal to unbelievable degrees. It locked Emma's jaw in place as she swallowed hard, letting out a long, slow, body trembling breath that was so very close to a moan. The orgasm shook her as though she'd been hooked to electricity, and still the woman barely made a noise.

Her sex quivered and shook. It trembled, releasing all the want and the desire in a burst of heat and wet. Emma could feel the fingers prodding all along her. They swirled, mixing her juices throughout her lips. They stroked, tending to the fires within. They dip inward, greeted by convulsing, tight walls of red hot velvet. They teased Emma's core and she felt her body responding in kind. The sheer pleasure of it felt so utterly delicious that it nearly set off another orgasm again. The crashing waves just kept coming. Emma could feel another one coming so soon on the next. It made her let out a choked noise, nearly a breath, as her body trembled almost painfully. Then another, the force of it practically extreme. No rest, only more sensation. More sensation grabbed onto Emma, blowing through doubt and reserve and conscious mind to leave her panting and grabbing fistfuls of sheet.

Then a mouth closed about her sex, and Emma let out a soft little gasp. She felt the lips suckling upon her sex, draining some of the lubrication that her body had so thoughtfully provided even as it produced still more. Emma kept sucking in breaths, her body trembling through sexual aftershocks. She watched Carina move, felt her get off the bed. The bust, the admittedly incredible breasts set free. Almost not bouncing; they were just so incredibly firm. Then a last little sling, straddling an impressive member. Emma's eyes widened as something at least twice as big as anything that had plundered Miss Watson's tight sex. Had she enough coherence to form words, she would have said as much. Her expressive brown eyes, so wide with shock, locked upon it. And then Carina made a promise that Emma was fairly certain she could keep.

The thick weapon lay against Emma's lower half. The starlet turned, seeing the bulging rod, looking nearly as big as one of Emma's arms. She could feel it nestled against her sensitive lips. They parted to just kiss against it. A hand moved, took hers, wrapped both about the cock. Emma couldn't get her fingers around it. Then lips closed upon hers, Emma felt her own moving in time. So much desire, so much eroticism, so much want. Yet the last conscious neuron fired in Emma's brain as she felt the thick cock:

"Condom," she rasped. Not stop, not no, not too big, just the one word, followed by a slight repetition: "You need a condom," because even fuck-drunk and more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, Emma still couldn't forget that basic sexual necessity.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"What? Oh shit....right." The bodybuilder had gotten carried away in her desire to continue the fun. Of course she had condoms available, she simply preferred not to use them....for at least one legitimate reason. "Just giving you fair warning..." She said as she slipped off her bed yet again, giving Emma a quick kiss as she did. It might have made her frustrated under normal conditions, but her current partner made it worth the hassle. Once at her desk she grabbed a handful of FutaMax condoms and headed back. "...I tend to break these things." She honestly wasn't sure how to explain that wouldn't sound like a blatant exaggeration, but she was serious. Few of her lovers believed it until they experienced it, but Carina often came copiously enough to pop the condom. "It's up to you of course." She stood at the side of the bed, taking in the view for a moment with a devious grin.

"I suppose since we have a moment of pause here, might as well get this out of the way." She brushed some of her red hair over her shoulders. "I'll have to pull out anyways because I've popped these things inside people before." She shrugged. "Not that it hurts or anything, but depending on my mood..." She reached down and gave her cock a firm stroke, driblets of pre-cum falling from the tip. "...I can cum up to a liter or more." With the moment to think and clear her head, the athlete had two delicious ideas. She winked at Miss Watson and made her way to the mantle, taking the camera down and moving it to an inn table, aimed at the space in front of the fireplace. All she had to do was hit a button and gas-lit flames jetted out to set fire to the stack of logs inside. It would burn nicely after a minute or so. She then knelt down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, turning her attention back to Emma.

"Come to me lovely..." She beckoned the younger woman over seductively, one hand trailing up to a firm breast and gently massaging it. "...I was thinking." She held up a condom and gave it a shake. "I want you to put this on me." Her grin was playful, and she was actually a little grateful for the break in action. It had given her a moment to collect her thoughts, calm down, and think. And most of all she was thinking how bad she wanted to feel those small hands playing with her shaft. She still wanted to fuck Emma Watson, more than anything, especially right after she climaxed so intensely. She was sure to still be plenty lubricated, and incredibly sensitive. But she was always...ALWAYS, willing to drag things out in the name of fun.

 

[darkest_fate]

Emma nearly laughed as the bodybuilder spat out a curse. Something told her that Carina wasn't used to wrapping that impressive scepter of hers. Emma knew full well that they created condoms for futanari, specifically designed to deal with any possibilities. Before today she'd always figured that the ridiculously oversized ones were simply there to make someone feel better. Now, she'd seen for herself, even felt one.

It had to be wrapped, even as Emma allowed Carina to kiss her and listened to the explanation. The Brit half-smiled in amusement as Carina insisted that she broke what looked to be the top of the line futa-condom on the market. Carina continued, insisting that she'd have to pull out, and then claiming that she could come up to a liter or more. Emma's eyebrows rose for a moment, but she didn't want to argue the point. "If you want to shag me, you're wearing a condom," she said flatly, making it quite clear that this wasn't up for discussion. Bad enough that she'd been coerced into fucking this futanari: she wasn't going to end up with some disease or pregnant or something along those lines.

Carina didn't seem too off-put by it, more proud and insistent than anything else. Emma knew damn well that it wouldn't make that much difference. Plus, her sex had to be absolutely slathered in juices right now. Carina set up the camera, reminding Emma of what they were really here for, and then beckoned Emma over. The Brit sighed, forcing her still tired body off the bed. She felt her legs tremble, but she managed to remain upright, walking slowly toward Carina. This time, Emma really did roll her eyes.

"Fine," she said, "I'll put the bloody condom on you," she nearly wanted to tease Carina about it, but instead simply took the offered condom. Her entire body still tingled, especially her sex, but that didn't mean Emma couldn't do something this simple. She wagered that Carina wanted Emma to be seductive about it, to tease her, maybe feel the cock up as she worked. If so, she'd clearly not been paying attention. Emma stretched the condom, her face and motions businesslike. She stretched the rubber over the impressive head, feeling the trails of precum already starting to drizzle out the slitted tip. Emma ignored it, instead pulling the condom snug. She then dragged the rubber down the shaft, moving slowly not to tease Carina, but to insure that the condom fit properly, stretched all around and covered every inch of proud futa dick. Soon she'd reach the bottom, leaving the whole member covered in the plastic, which did seem to be stretching against the thing. Emma knew that condoms could cover a good deal more than one thought, so she still wasn't convinced it would break any time soon.

"There, it's on," she said, rolling it again with both hands, slightly shaking now. She'd touched it, felt the whole length and breadth of it, and now she was more convinced than ever that it wouldn't fit inside her.