/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>why are you resting your head on my thighs?
I fucking wonder

>>47368565
Here's the best I can do.

>>24689249

>>19880363

Which part of Kiara's body are you going to use if /hlgg/ were gangraping her right now?

I want to make Kiara into a single mother.

I need to make her into a single mother.

The more I watch Kiara, the more I realize she would make a poor mother and wife.

>>6585115
Kiara

its insane how sexy she is

A knock on the door. You open it up and stick your head out to make sure the hall is clear. You grab Kiara by the shirt and yank her inside. You hear her stumble and fall behind you as you lock the door.

You turn to see her laying on her back, looking dejectedly at you, as though awaiting an apology. You walk up to her and grab her by the hair, dragging her down the hall. She grips your wrist, the silence broken only by a few grunts of effort as she tries to take the pressure off her hair.

You drag her to the bed that you and Mori shared, and bend her over. Lifting her skirt, you find her dripping with expectation. You never spoke of these things, but you were quite sure she was a fan of the abuse. You grab her by the back of the neck, pinning her down while you unfasten your pants, letting them drop to your ankles.

You squat the inch or two in order to position yourself at her entrance, and drive yourself in without ceremony. Her hands grip the bedspread and she stifles a moan. You reach over and grab the used panties you had picked out beforehand, then lean over her. As you bring the piece of cloth to her face as though to suffocate her, she inhales deeply.

You awkwardly begin moving, the height of the bed hindering your posture. She kicks off her shoes and gets her footing, raising her ass so you can get in easier. You continue holding her down by the neck while she takes the panties and holds them tightly herself, every moan followed by a deep inhalation of Mori’s scent.

The sounds of flesh on flesh wetly slapping together fill the room. She raises and lowers herself on the balls of her feet, chasing the feeling of being connected to you while she imagines someone else taking her roughly.

You feel yourself getting closer. You press yourself completely inside of her, pressing her deep against the bed. As you hold her there her breathing becomes more excited, her pussy clamping down on you aggressively in expectation.

You grab her by the shoulder and flip her onto her back while pushing her further up on the bed, moving over her and never removing yourself. Her eyes filled with equal measure of lust and astonishment as she clung the underwear to her face. You haven’t done this before and she doesn’t know how to react.

You grab the panties from her hands, throwing them to the side. She weakly reaches out for them, like a child torn away from their pacifier. You raise your hips and begin slamming down into her with determination.

You grab her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks and force her to look up at you.

“It’s just you and me here.” You say while pounding deeply. “It was always just us two. You know that, right?”

She nods as much as she can in your grip, her breathing erratic. She locks her legs around you as you lean in, supporting yourself on your elbows while shadowing over her. Her erratic breathing becoming small gasps and moans as you quicken your pace.

You bring your lips to hers, holding her down with a kiss as you press as deep as you can inside, filling her with your rough liquid. Her hands grasp at the back of your head and shoulders, not wanting you to move away.

The act of passion gives away to something more earnest, honest, as you open yourselves to each other, sharing a passionate kiss, tasting each other as more than just escapism. As you part, her eyes are filled with longing before she looks away from you, slowly her body relaxes and allows you to move away.

The moment struggled to pass. “She’ll be back soon.” You say solemnly, emotions boiling to the surface that you had long felt incapable of feeling.

She simply nods, staring at the wall. You help her to stand up. She adjusts her clothes, averting her gaze at every moment. As she begins to leave the room, you grab her by the wrist and force her to face you.

“If this doesn’t mean anything to you, then don’t come back.”

You stare at each other for a moment. Your face a mask of grim determination. Thoughts of lives to be built were made and crumbled, hopes and dreams between you two come to life, die, and are rebuilt in that moment.

She turns away wordlessly and leaves. The shutting door chilled you to the core.

It was 30 minutes after Kiara left that Calli came back in. You were laying in bed, facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep, troubled by the demons of your own creation. She changed and got into bed.

For the first time in weeks she reached over to you, gingerly. “Honey… you awake?” she softly whispered, voice shaking.

You had heard her come in the first time, 45 minutes ago.

“M-Ms. Takanashi, please…” you moan out pitifully, writhing in the Phoenix’s grip. She nibbles your ear roughly in response as she fondles you from behind, below your clothes…in the middle of the goddamn kitchen, your coworkers doing everything they can to ignore you. Some sweat, others blush. None come to your aid. The lusty firebird merely presses her breasts into your back in response, teeth tugging at your helix as you shakily attempt to continue to work. Kiara’s grown bold with your little arrangement. It’s gone beyond The Usual Room, now. No, everyone – even those ignorant to what Kiara Takanashi is really like – knows about you and her now. The past few days have been terrible: evolving from one less-than-pleasant occurrence per day into eight hours of sexual torture. This was already the third time today. “Keep struggling for me,” Kiara whispers cruelly, her hand softly massaging your erection. “It’s such a fucking turn on. Do you like being watched like this? Because I do.” Her hand squeezes you just a bit harder and you let out a shuddering groan. The girl working the line next to you visibly flinches upon hearing you, doing her best to hide her incredibly flushed face. Kiara giggles. “She’s had a crush on you for a while now,” she coos. “And it feels so good to flaunt my dominion over property in front of her.” You grit your teeth. “I-I’m not your property, Ms. Takanashi!” you spit. Kiara’s hand stops, and the man working across from you physically turns his head back, staring at you in wide-eyed horror.

“Oh?” Kiara begins. The lust is gone from her voice, now. Replaced with cold fury. “Such insubordination…and I thought we had come such a long way in our relationship.” Slowly, she retracts the hand from your uniform trousers, and sweat rolls down your forehead. Mounting arousal is replaced with fear. “M-M-Ms….Ms. Takanashi, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect…” you weakly mutter. Slowly turning your head just enough, you can see why your coworker was so terrified. Kiara stares at you – almost through you – as you speak. Her face is devoid of all emotion but contempt. Quickly turning away from you, she crosses her arms behind her back. “Take him to the Usual Room, please.” She says. A few moments of silence pass before she turns, face filled with fury. “That means you, you fucking slackers! Take him to the Usual Room! Now!”

Two coworkers leap from fear as they quickly scramble over to you. You attempt to struggle as you’re grabbed before you could parse the appropriate response, but more join in on your restraining. It takes six people to force you down the hall. None of them utter a word, but you hear one of them sniffling. The door is opened as you’re thrown inwards, stumbling as you poorly attempt to catch your balance, ultimately ending up face first on the floor. Kiara quickly comes in behind your ‘guards’. “Good,” she says, face still filled with contempt. “Now get the fuck out of here. I have disciplinary action to take.” The men quickly funnel out of the room, and the door slams shut.

Kiara wastes no time in quickly stripping her top off, her pert breasts spilling out into the open as you finally turn on to your back, anxiety welling up in your chest. “Look here, slut,” She spits with an almost palpable layer of venom, stomping over to you as you attempt to scramble backwards. “Just because you’re a good piece of fuckmeat doesn’t mean you get to talk back to me like that. You work for me. I own you. I sign your fucking checks. I can spit in your mouth and you’d be expected to swallow it.” Your back hits the wall as she leans down, grasping you by your uniform shirt collar. With a terrifying amount of strength, she pulls you up to her, staring at you through half-lidded, cold eyes. “Do you understand me? You’re mine.” She speaks, still in that same cold tone. “We can keep playing nice, or I can just take what I want from you. I can ruin you in this town. No one would hire you here, ever again. Do you want that?” You shrink in her grasp. “No, Ms. Takanashi! I don’t!” you cry out. Kiara’s face of contempt instantly erupts into the lecherous smirk you’re used to. She quickly sets in, kissing you deeply as she presses her bare chest to yours.

>With her wild thrusts completely lacking in inhibition and restraint, you wonder if you're the about to have a heart attack.
>Thankfully you've been doing your cardio this year, otherwise you would've had no hope of keeping up with Kiara's energy.
>It also helps that you aren't hopped up on a multitude of drugs and stimulants that probably shouldn't be used together.
>She probably doesn't even remember her own name at this point.
>She has nothing but instinct left in that birdbrain of hers, still pushing her to indulge in as much pleasure as possible.
>She's oddly tranquil like this, even with the beastial noises and movements.
>The moment must come to an end though, her body can't take much more of this.
>Her last climax is enough to make her finally let go, and you're never quite sure how much of the spasms are orgasming or death throes
>The ensuing silence is overwhelming, to say the least, right after all that excitement.
>The corpse doesn't make you feel much better, even with the face frozen in an expression of sexual bliss
>Minutes pass and its hard not to wonder if she's gone for good this time. Or what is on the other side for that matter.
>When you asked her about it, she just said that she meets with a friend. Mysteriously she also said that was all she could say about it.
>Your pondering is finally broken when you feel the warmth eminating from chest, and see her glowing from within.
>Her heart is blazing, reborn anew. And thats enough to comfort you to sleep with her in your arms.

>>3133765
Excellent work, Kiara.