AnimeCon Harem Bonus: 18 and Up, pt 7 (Patreon)

Ohhh my goodness, Stephanie grinned, watching with interest as Brian pressed Emily against the wall with his kiss.

She was so turned on that she couldn’t help but dance from foot to foot, feeling the sexy slick sensation as the lips of her vulva slid against one another. It was as if the second-hand-smoke pouring off from Emily’s rather fervid orgasm was clouding their immediate area with psychic blue steam. Her charm power was both sensing emotions more easily and getting harder to control, and the way it was affecting her was driving her to distraction in a terrible way.

Should I… stop them? Stephanie wondered. Speak up about it? Somehow? I-I really hope he was kidding earlier about counting on ME to reign them in. I’m, um, I’m feeling less and less RESPONSIBLE, and more and more—

“Brian you just made me cum,” Emily announced in breathless wonder. “By kissing me. Just by kissing me. I came like you were fucking me.”

“Hah, you’re messing with me,” Brian gave her a wry smile, sweeping back the blue of her bangs so that he could plant a kiss on her forehead. “Pretty sure girls don’t get off that easy.”

“Uhhh, maybe normally you’d be right?” Emily admitted. “But, uh. Brian. This isn’t normal, like, at all. You just rocked my box. Completely serious.”

“She’s telling the truth,” Stephanie voiced her support. “She, um. She did get off. I was watching.”

“No way,” Brian chuckled with a doubtful smile. “There’s no way just kissing would—”

“Yes way,” Emily insisted, lightly hitting him with her fists in a series of playful punches. “What part of sexed up on a sixteen outta ten scale do you not understand? Uhhh, I mean, Brian I’m pretty sure you could probably make me cum right now just by talking dirty to me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Brian challenged, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah— I mean, um. Yes, Daddy,” Emily purred.

“Sounds to me like we need to find that Chrissy-Cat girl, maybe get a collar and leash for you to wear,” Brian chuckled, pulling Emily into a hug.

“Chrissy-Cat?” Emily asked, jumping up to wrap both her arms and legs around him. “Who’s that?”

“Someone we ran into earlier,” Brian said, dropping his hands down to support Emily’s weight. “She had a table in the vendor’s room, she sells all sorts of kinky BDSM stuff.”

“Awww, what the heck?” Emily gave him a cheeky pout. “You shoulda bought somethin’.”

“Uhhh,” Brian let out an uneasy laugh.

“He did buy some things there,” Stephanie revealed with a smile, staring with open appreciation at the way Brian’s palms were cradling Emily’s naked butt. “A pair of ball-gags— Kelly convinced him to get them.”

“What?! Ohmigod,” Emily squealed. “You guys’ve been holding out on me? Where are they? Can I try one on?”

“Hmm,” Brian frowned. “Think I tucked them into that Komari-mart bag I was carrying around. Handed that off to Kelly partway through today, though—no clue where it is now. I’ll have to ask her what—”

“Wait, your Komari-mart bag? For your Darkmask outfit?” Emily blurted out. “I found it out in the parking garage.”

“Parking garage?” Brian asked.

“Yeah,” Emily nodded. “Guess you really missed out on the Hero Hero photoshoot, huh? They met up in that parking garage across the block from the con, they had a couple heroes and like, a whole bunch of Darkmasks there. None of them were as good as yours, though, o’course!”

“Huh,” Brian looked thoughtful for a moment, and he hefted Emily in his arms a bit to get a better hold of her. “You know, I was preparing for that meetup for months and months, but then I miss it completely, and it’s not even on my mind at all, hah ha.”

“Where were you, anyways?” Emily jabbed a finger into his chest. “I was looking for you!”

They strode together out of the hall and back to the wide open space of the convention lobby with Brian still carrying a stubborn Emily in his arms. Stephanie followed behind them in a daze, growing love-drunk on the emotions that filled the air, until with a crackle of pink flame she stopped in place, turning to blink in surprise back at the mostly-deserted hallway.

That’s right where Kelly and I sat and talked, Stephanie realized. It was only yesterday. ONLY YESTERDAY. So much has— no, EVERYTHING has changed, since then. If we hadn’t happened to meet like that…

“Well… um,” Brian laughed. “Kelly told me to bail, so I bailed. She can be pretty convincing, you know? Steph and I ended up hiding out in Vic Magnolia’s voice-acting panel upstairs.”

“Ugh, lame,” Emily made a face. “Vic Magnolia’s a total creep. You know there’s all sorts of rumors about him like, taking advantage of his little fangirl group and molesting girls?”

“The Magnolia Militia?” Brian rolled his eyes. “Never bought into the rumors, honestly. Seems like the kinda gossip they’d get off on, but I’m like, damn near a hundred percent sure Vic’s actually gay.”

“Huh,” Emily quirked her lip. “I do kinda get that vibe from him, yeah—I see what you mean. Why sit through his panel though? What, is Stephie a Cedric Edifice fan or something?”

“W-we were just hiding out,” Stephanie sputtered, quickly catching up to the pair. “Kelly wanted to make sure that the Himari— that Chloe wouldn’t find us. She had this crazy plan— um, she called it a shell game, but with Darkmask helmets instead of shells? Chloe was watching them, but Kelly switched Brian out for one of the other Darkmasks when Chloe was distracted by someone asking for a picture. I-I actually can’t believe it worked…”

“Kelly’s scary as fuck,” Emily murmured. “So, how was the panel? What’s new with Vic, then?”

“Um,” Brian grinned. “I honestly have no idea.”

“We weren’t paying attention,” Stephanie added with a blush. “There weren’t enough seats, there was only one empty chair, so… Brian had me sit in his lap—”

“—Steph was like, rubbing up on me you wouldn’t believe what a tease she can be when she—”

“—I held his Darkmask helmet in my lap, and... he fingerfucked me! Right there in the crowded room sitting next to everybody!” Stephanie finished.

“Wh-wh-what the fuck?!” Emily slapped at Brian’s chest in indignation. “Lead with that story, next time! Geez, how did you not tell me about that right away!”

“Hah, that’s not even getting into the game of truth or dare we played last night,” Brian mused.

“You played what?!” Emily squealed. “Without me?!”

“It-it was amazing,” Stephanie sighed, wetting her lips at a certain memory.

“I can’t believe you guys actually— hey wait, wait!” Emily squirmed in Brian’s arms. “Not this way, go that way, we’ve gotta head upstairs for a sec.”

“Upstairs?” Brian asked. “The big rave’s downstairs, just past— d”

“Yeah, I know, but you then you said you bought ball-gags!” Emily said in exasperation. “I told ya, I grabbed your Komari-mart bag— I left it upstairs in the atrium where the LARP people were.”

“And you left it there?” Brian griped in a teasing voice.

“You left it laying on the ground in a random parking garage!” Emily countered. “Besides—”

“I did not!” Brian protested. “Kelly was the one who—”

“Besides, Rebecca said it was safe to leave stuff up there,” Emily explained. “She has some of her LARP people watching all the stuff in the atrium overnight.”

“Alright, alright, whatever,” Brian relented. “But, I ain’t carrying you up the stairs like this— they already shut down the escalators for the night.”

“Puh-leeeease carry me up?” Emily batted her eyelashes at him. “Can you carry me up piggy-back style? Please?! I’ll give you a whole dollar!”

“I guess I can piggy-back you up the stairs,” Brian said, carefully easing Emily back to the ground so that they could rearrange themselves. “But, you’ll owe me one.”

“Uh, yeah, I just promised you a whole dollar—”

“Huh. I was thinking more like, I push you down into a mating press later and make you squeal like a little piggy,” Brian said with a nonchalant expression, turning away from her and crouching down with his hands ready so she could climb up onto his back.

“Br-Brian!” Emily’s mouth fell open. “Lead with that next time, geez! I keep like— well, not forgetting, but like, it’s— wow. We can actually do that kinda stuff now! It’s like, it’s not just joking around anymore…”

“I was kidding, Emmie,” Brian flapped his waiting hands at her, urging her to clamber up. “It’s just a piggy-back up some stairs, I’m not actually gonna expect you to—”

“Nope! You promised, and a deal’s a deal!” Emily giggled, eagerly mounting him. “Mating press. Make me squeal like a little piggy. Pet-play. Fuck yes!”

“That’s not pet-play,” Brian said, slowly standing and lifting Emily up into the air on his back. “People don’t normally keep piglets as pets.”

“Uhh, some people do!” Emily argued. “It totally still counts.”

“I’d see piglet-play as more of a human cattle sorta thing,” Brian reasoned, throwing Stephanie a wry smile as he turned and started carrying Emily towards the stairs. “You know, like in hentai where they have the rows of girls penned up like livestock, and—wow, Emily I can feel you, you are really wet—”

“Ohmigod, yes please?!” Emily squeaked. “Ohmigod, you have like, an actual harem, of multiple girls. We could actually play that out sometime, sorta. The human livestock thing, where we’re all lined up and restrained for you. I bet Steph and Kelly’d totally be down! Can we? Can we?”

“Um,” Stephanie finally spoke up in a slight stammer, feeling her entire face flushed. “Emily… your costume doesn’t cover you at all when you’re riding on Brian like that…”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” Emily realized. “Is it—uhh, am I… like, super obvious?”

“Umm…” Stephanie stared.

When Emily’s legs were wrapped around Brian like this, the hem of her yukata was pulled taut and did nothing to conceal the pale curvature of Emily’s cheeks. The shapely globes were… oddly enticing now, to Stephanie, which was surprising to her. She’d never let her eyes linger on buttocks like this and hadn’t ever thought of them as something to be attracted to until now. The longer she stared, the more desire the sight seemed to evoke from deep within her.

Seeing Emily’s naked rear from this close-up brought about a surprising flash of pink heat in the ever-present flames burning through her. She could clearly see the cute little nook of Emily’s anus—the first one Stephanie had ever seen, and it resembled a belly-button to her. Just below it, Emily’s vagina was flushed red with arousal, lips spreading open like flower petals and visibly oozing a slippery strand of girl-glue down the delicious musculature of Brian’s back.

“Can you just like, yank my outfit down a bit, or something?” Emily asked. As if aware of the mesmerized way Stephanie was watching her, Emily’s labia quivered and flexed slightly, and she twisted awkwardly, trying to tug the edge of her yutaka down over herself.

“It’s, um. It’s fine,” Stephanie lied, feeling blood rush to her face. “Y-you can barely tell, really. I’ll climb up right behind you guys so that no one can see. Just in case!”

“Thanks, Steph,” Emily called back. “Actually. Sorry I’m just like, talking nonstop tonight— you must feel like you can barely get a word in. Totally don’t mean to like, exclude you or anything. It’s just, I’m all…”

“No, no!” Stephanie said, sticking close behind Brian as he ascended the stairs. With the difference in elevation as they climbed, Emily’s pussy was practically in her face, and the musky scent of her arousal was wafting right down into her. “I love hearing you two talk, actually. I love just listening.”

They didn’t realize yet, but Stephanie was listening to a lot more than just their spoken exchanges. The feelings of love slung back and forth through the air were heady, each tinged through and through with a unique flavor of trust that Stephanie couldn’t get enough of. Emily and Brian were comfortable with each other on an intimate level that was growing deeper and deeper. They were each rather guarded individuals, but when put together and interacting they seemed to draw deep, potent feelings out from within each other that would’ve otherwise never been revealed.

The lubrication of excitement leaking down out of Emily and drawing a glistening line down Brian’s back was pretty distracting, too.

“Geez, Emily—” Brian remarked, trying to adjust Emily on his back as he carried her up step after step. She kept slipping down slightly, and it was more and more obvious why. “You’re gonna slide right off of me—there’s no way you’re this turned on.”

“Ummm,” Emily let slip an embarrassed giggle. “Totally not even my fault!”

“Wait, wait,” Stephanie called in a weak voice, nervously glancing around. There were a few scattered people throughout the lobby, but none seemed to be paying them much attention. “Um, stop— let me fix it real quick.”

“Am I like, flashing gash again?” Emily chuckled nervously. “Can you just—”

Stephanie stopped behind them on the steps and gently put her hands on Emily’s spread thighs. Heady blue desire was practically flooding down the stairway into her as a torrential waterfall of emotions, and it seemed inevitable that Stephanie would succumb to some of it.

At least, that’s what she told herself as she leaned in and hungrily traced her tongue up Brian’s spine, lapping up the tiny trail of nectar.

“Whoa, Jesus,” Brian jolted. “Steph—”

Stephanie couldn’t stop, licking and kissing her way up Brian’s skin. The taste of Emily’s desire was in her mouth and in her head now, and she noisly smooched and slurped and sucked upwards closer and closer to the source.

“What?” Emily tried to lean back far enough from where she clung to Brian’s shoulders to see what was going on. “What’s she—oh my God!”

( 18 and Up, pt 6 | AnimeCon Harem | Bonus: 18 and Up, pt 8 )

/// Happy Valentines day, everyone.

Trying to keep this sidestory as mostly sexy fun, as we're going heavy into the character drama for the upcoming Afterparty. Next 18 and Up either tomorrow or the day after. Are readers interested in seeing what happens next with Brian, Steph, and Emily, or are you guys more curious as to Melanie and Jordyn's hunt for panties?