From Russia with Love

Emma let out a satisfied laugh into the air when she finally saw Yuto discharge his essence all over his bare body. The more impressive part to her was that she could still feel his half-erect length pressing into her hips. Sophia tightened the grip around his neck, ready to finish him off until she felt the blonde woman pinch her forearm. Her eyes shifted just enough to catch Emma’s merciless gaze glimmering with a hint of lust.

"You're welcome." Her hand reached down and gripped his member between her fingers. The blonde ringleader sought to tease out the rest of his length with a few tender strokes and a pinch to his sensitive crown. Emma would lock eyes with the Japanese boy once she was satisfied, using his manhood to wedge her panties to one side as she guided him inside of folds.

Yuto moaned and squirmed slightly as Emma teased his now sensitive member for a bit. He remained nervous towards the two women, even if he couldn't really think straight at the moment. To his surprise, the blonde then guided his shaft inside her, causing his eyes to widen slightly at the realization. He certainly didn't expect things to turn out this way, not that he's protesting.

"Nnhh..."

Emma purred as she parted her thighs and pressed herself firmly down on Yuto's length. Her warm folds tightened around him and rewarded his vigor with waves of pleasure. She gyrated her hips against his with greater force and speed, smacking their tender flesh together and echoing their sinful sounds through the room. The blonde’s head rolled back as she let out a long, low moan. She’d never been in this kind of position before; never this dominant and never this genuine even. And he had stamina. Worth every penny as far as she was concerned. “Fuck, Soph. He’s good.”

“Da.” Sophia moved of her own accord from behind, taking Yuto's ear between her lips as she suckled and nipped at his sensitive skin. Her aroma and worrying coming subtly from behind as the Japanese boy lay pinned between two realities.

"Ooohh... ohh g-gawwd..."

Yuto began to moan again as Emma rode him vigorously, causing his body to bounce a bit every now and then, before he eventually tried to match her movement with his thrusting despite his exhaustion. Lust could really work wonders at times. All his worries from earlier seemed to be washed away already, even if a small part of his mind knew that he's anything but safe in the hands of these women. For now, he simply didn't care about what's going to become of him, and simply let himself drown further into the sea of ecstasy.

"Mmmhhh... h-haaaa...."

“Faster, pussy.” He wasn’t doing that bad, actually. Yuto had the stamina and…well, better to call that arm around his neck ‘motivation’ more than anything else. She was starting to see why women like Sophia flocked to AFW in droves. It was a playground for depraved minds and sinister intent.

The Russian silently conceded the point. And while she had enjoyed turning this feeble man into her plaything, their time remaining was rapidly approaching zero. AFW rarely kept its medical check rooms empty for long. Sophia decided then to up his incentive. Her free hand reached up and pinched Yuto on the nose, shutting his nostrils and cutting the oxygen for his head. The ex-Spetsnaz knew better than anyone on the planet the sensations that accompanied breathlessness. His nerves would alight, his heart would pump rapidly with adrenaline, and in that heightened state of panic, an unrivaled ecstasy.

It would be quite the sight.

"Hnngg...!" Yuto groaned in protest and squirmed pitifully when Sophia pinched his nose to make breathing an even bigger task than it already was for him.

He began to feel lightheaded, and knowing that there's nothing he could do to free himself, panic began to rise inside him. The only thing the poor boy knew was they wanted him to reach another climax, and so he hoped that by doing so he'd be allowed to breath again. His body didn't need to be told twice from the look of it and Yuto began to wriggle cutely within his captor's grasps before tensing up for a moment.

"Mmmgghhh... Nnnnhhhhggggg...!" then came the moan, and the juices spurted out again from his throbbing rod.

He'd slowly limp out afterwards, once again being brought to the edge of consciousness, with the outcome remained uncertain...

Emma threw her head back and trembled the walls with a guttural moan, unraveling all at once as he released inside of her. The American bit down on her lip to keep the sensations in check. Her pussy wrapped tight around his member, squeezing every bit of essence between her warm folds as she rode him down from their high. That was the best, the absolute best she’d had in longer than she could remember. Christ, she should have taken this stupid business trip ages ago. Although, nothing would kill it more for her now than to give Yuto an honest appraisal.

“Damn, not bad.” Emma gave the Japanese boy’s face a couple light slaps. “Congrats, Yuto. You finally won something.”

Her heart, of course.

Sophia took the cue. Her thick arms constricted tighter around Yuto’s neck, depriving him of any scrap of air that would keep him hanging on the edge of consciousness. His long recovery would finally complete. “You have good rest now, yes?”

"Ngg..."

Yuto didn't even get the chance to be flustered. With Sophia tightening her sleeper, the boy could only struggle weakly before her exhausted body eventually fell into consciousness in a matter of seconds. He's been through a lot to say the least, and a proper rest was definitely something he needed right now. Only time would tell what the meeting with these two women would mean to him in the future...

A final wistful sigh from Emma’s lips carried into the humid warmth permeating the thin air of the medical room. The sight of Yuto falling away, unconscious, was the cherry on top of a hectic night. He may not have had much to give, but his youthful energy made even the slightest action potent. All the while, at any second, anyone could have walked in and seen the scandalous sight that could have ruined her livelihood overnight. It was the kind of thrill Emma needed more in her life.

With a wry smile, the blonde slowly rose from the floor, released Yuto from her warm confines as she loomed above him with a hand at her hip. Sophia’s muscular arms came away just as quickly, smirking simply before she dumped the Japanese boy to her side. As the Russian finally stood shoulder to shoulder with her devious companion, she couldn’t help but notice the flicker of fascination in the blonde’s irises.

“You know what? Screw it. I’m keeping him ‘till tomorrow.”

Sophia chuckled. It must have been love at first sight. “The price, yes? I expect double.”

“Done.” Emma kicked the unconscious boy on the ground. “Any objections?”

With Yuto still unconscious, he wasn't aware of the business conducted by Sophia and Emma even if he's involved in it. There was only silence as his response to the blonde's words. He absolutely didn't the slightest idea that his ordeal didn't seem to be over just yet.