Chapter 53 - Brainwave Interface, Atlas Is Bored, Poison Shard & Fashionable Itch IV

She giggled at that and kissed his lips right as he looked up at her face.

Misty surrendered to the kiss. His lips were warm, softer than she remembered, moving against hers with a hunger that made her giddy. She let herself fall deeper, tasting his tongue when she finally slipped hers past his teeth, just a shy little flick, a tease. Every time their lips parted with a wet sound and met again harder, it sent a fresh shiver down her spine. She could feel her pulse beating between her thighs already.

His hands claimed her ass, fingers sinking into the plush of her asscheeks, kneading slowly while she rocked. She moved forward, then back, grinding the damp cotton of her panties along the rigid length trapped under his fly. Every drag of her nub against the hot ridge sent sparks up her belly. Her underwear was already clinging, soaked through. She whimpered into his mouth, hips circling tighter, chasing that delicious friction she wanted more of.

"That's… not fair…" she muttered when she finally broke the kiss. Her dark-plum lipstick was smeared across his lips, a mess she couldn't stop staring at. "What about lifting my spirits?"

"You know what, Misty? I think I'll have my lunch right now."

Misty blinked, pout forming. She was hoping to take this a little further. It had been days since they'd last done it and…

"Ah!"

Her world tilted. Cypher's arms hooked under her thighs and lifted her, carrying her the few steps to the wide, cleaned couch. He dropped her gently onto her back, head cushioned against the backrest, chin tucked to her chest so she could watch everything. Her fluffy legs dangled over the edge, fishnets biting faintly into the soft meat of her thighs, skirt hiked up around her waist.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he sank to his knees between her legs, broad shoulders spreading her wider.

His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and dragged them down, slow enough that she felt the cool air kiss her soaked lips, then the humiliating wet sound as the fabric peeled away from her clinging slit.

Then his hot mouth was on her. A long, flat swipe of tongue from below, all the way up to her throbbing, sensitive kernel.

"Ooooooh! I… get it.. Now… hah! Lunch!" She moaned, her hips wriggling.

Her legs snapped closed around his head, soft thighs clamping tight, heels digging into his back as she locked him there. She squeezed, pulling his face deeper until his nose was buried against her mound.

Her fingers dove into his hair, twisting, yanking, using the grip to grind herself against his mouth. His lips sealed around her clit and sucked, hard, then released only to dive lower again.

She could feel every filthy detail. The way his tongue curled and pressed inside her, fucking shallow then deep; the way he groaned against her folds like he was starving.

She missed this so much it hurt.

Then she could feel him go feral. His face pressed harder, rubbing side to side in messy strokes, lips vibrating against her swollen folds, tongue plunging in relentless rhythm while his nose ground against her bundle of nerves.

Slurp! Sclk! Slurp!

The wet, sloppy sounds filled the partitioned room.

She was already shaking, thighs quivering around his ears as that burning rush surged higher.

"Aaaah! I… missed this!"

Misty's hips bucked hard, chasing the relentless lap of his tongue. That only grounded her pussy harder on his face. Her plush thighs clamped tighter around his ears, smothering him in soft, trembling heat while her sopping pussy smeared juices across his nose, his cheeks, his chin.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Cyph, I'm… coming!"

The first wave hit like a glitch, electric and unstoppable. Her whole body seized, pussy clamped down in rhythmic spasms around nothing. A hot gush erupted against his mouth, flooding his tongue, spilling over his lips, dripping down his jaw in messy strings. Her fingers twisted cruelly in his hair, yanking him deeper while her hips jerked in helpless little thrusts, riding his face through every shuddering pulse.

When Misty finally went limp, her legs trembled and fell open. She released his head with a shaky exhale, skin glistening with sweat and her own mess.

"Take a seat, Cyph. I'll do…"

"Nope." Cypher got up between her thighs, already shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, veined, pale shaft flushed, cockhead red. It throbbed visibly, heavy with greed. "Feels like I'm gonna burst, Misty. Can't wait."

"Oh? Then…" Misty didn't hesitate. Her hands flew to the backs of her own knees, pulling her thick legs up and wide. She folded herself open, presenting that soaked, puffy pussy, with nectar running all the way down to her perfect ass. "Burst it all in me, Cyph."

"Shit… you know just what to say, Misty. But not like this."

Before she could question, he caught her arm and hauled her upright.

"Oh!" She squeaked in surprise.

He spun her around and bent her over the wide armrest of the couch. Her soft belly flattened against the padded edge, ass lifted high, toes barely brushing the floor. Her heavy breasts spilled forward, face turned sideways on the cushioned seats. She giggled breathlessly, knowing exactly how much he loved this view of her peach.

"Go on, Cyph." Misty reached back with both hands, gripped her own marshmallowy cheeks, and spread them. Her puckered little hole winked between the splayed flesh; below it, her pussy gaped slightly, dripping her clear essence onto the floor. "Please..."

"Fuck… yeah!"

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Cypher hadn't jerked off in three days or had sex. That was a record, and a growing sign that he was overcoming his shackles of substance abuse and hypersexuality. While the first one could be healed over time, the second required his constant mental focus.

But now, as he watched Misty's glorious, thick asscheeks, those meaty thighs with stockings, he decided to treat this as a reward for his hard work. He'd already eaten her like one, and no lies, she tasted delicious.

He stepped in close, widening his stance until the fat length of his cock settled heavy in the crack of her ass. His palms roamed over those glorious cheeks, squeezing, spreading, feeling the way her flesh dimpled under his digits. Without even using his hands, his precum leaking cockhead found her entrance on instinct, nudging those delicious, moist lips apart.

"Ummmm… Dammit, Misty! I'm… already…"

"Fill me up, Cyph! I want it!"

The first inch sank in, and he nearly buckled.

She felt jelly-soft wrapped around him, impossibly snug, rippling, sucking him deeper. Every ridge, every vein dragged against her clinging wet walls. He could feel the fluttering spasms, milking him greedily.

He pushed forward slowly, savoring the sinful stretch, the way her body fought and welcomed him at the same time. Heat swallowed him inch by inch until his hips met her soft ass, and he bottomed out. Balls pressed flush to her clit, buried to the root in that squeezing heaven.

"Gah!"

Cypher couldn't hold it. Three days of pent-up need roared through him like a system crash. His cock flexed violently inside her chalice of love, swelling thicker. The first thick rope erupted deep, painting her walls white. Spurt after hot spurt flooded every nook and cranny, until it leaked out around his shaft in creamy bubbles, soaking the fishnets below. His hands clamped onto her hips, holding her still while he ground deep and emptied everything he had into her greedy cunt.

His length stayed rock-hard, twitching with aftershocks, a glutton for more. He knew he could go again. The old hunger was roaring.

Plap!

He finally started moving, dragging his cock out halfway only to slam back in, stirring the mess he'd just stuffed into her. The cream churned and frothed around her pussy, smearing across his balls with every thrust. He fucked through his own juice, turning it into a slippery, slurry that coated his shaft all over, churning the batter recklessly.

Squelch! Plap! Squelch!

"Ooooh! Ungh… You're hitting just the… spot! Ah!"

Misty's voice cracked into a high. Her pussy fluttered wildly around him as another climax tore through her. She came harder than before, gushing fresh nectar around his pounding cock, kneading his boneless flesh in greedy pulses that made his vision blur.

Cypher ground deeper, hips snapping until her asscheeks flattened completely against his pelvis. Her whole body shook against him, ass jiggling, soft flesh rippling with every brutal slap. They were the softest fucking cushions in Night City, and he couldn't get enough of them.

He leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand sliding up to press firmly on the back of her head, pinning her cheek harder into the cushion. She whimpered as he battered her pussy relentlessly. The creamy mess squelched louder with every plunge. His balls slapping wetly against her clit, her pussy smeared sticky white and frothy.

"Thanks… for cheering me up! Can I stay the night at your… place?" He asked.

"Only… if you-ooooh promise to kh-eep cheering me hu-up the whole night, Cyph! Oh!"

Cypher grinned and drilled harder.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Promise!"

What had started slow and turned feral in seconds. He gripped her waist with both hands, fingers digging into the soft dip above her hips, and pressed down hard. Her ass lifted higher, hips angled perfectly so every thrust hammered her deepest, blissful spots.

"Coming! Cyph! Tooo… sore!" She wailed, body jerking forward with every thrust, tits smushed wide against the seat cushion, pussy clenching so tight it dragged a groan from his throat.

"Me too!"

Her walls clamped down hard, fluttering, spasming, trying to push him out and pull him deeper all at once. The ticklish heat raced up his spine, balls tightening again. He was right there, ready to stuff her full a second time.

But then, like a cockblock, he heard Atlas in his ears through the glasses he was wearing.

[Cypher. A man named Dum Dum is approaching the shop.]

"Keep… him… out!"

Cypher snarled without breaking rhythm, refusing to ruin the moment, and kept pounding Misty through her climax. Her tongue was already lolling from the corner of her smeared lips, eyes glassy and rolled back, fucked straight into blissful oblivion.

He slammed in one last time and let go.

The first jet erupted, blasting straight against her cervix. Rope after rope followed, heavier than the first load, flooding her already-stuffed cunt until it spurted out in messy gushes. He could feel his knees emptying out and buckling with each squeeze, every spurt stretching her walls. Creamy excess bubbled out around his base, dripping in fat globs down her thighs.

He kept grinding deep, no real thrusts now, just slow rolls of his hips to work every last drop into her needy pussy.

He collapsed forward, chest heaving against her back, cock still lodged like it never wanted to leave. Finally, he eased back, pulling out.

A thick waterfall of white immediately poured from her gaping core, streaking down her puffy red lower lips, dripping in globs onto the cushion. Her pussy winked, still trying to clench around nothing.

Misty pushed herself upright on shaky arms, legs trembling so hard she wobbled. Thick white cream slid down her inner thighs in glistening trails, painting lines over her fishnets. She didn't bother wiping it away and just tugged her skirt down with trembling fingers.

"Still hungry?" she asked, rising on her toes against his chest.

Cypher kissed her dark lips. "Very. But for dinner."

Misty giggled. "I'll cook. Anything you want in particular?"

Cypher gave her ass a squeeze on the skirt. "Anything you make's gonna be as fine as you. I'm just gonna be there to eat."

"Eat what?"

"Dinner."

Both stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Pfft!" Misty was the first to laugh. "I was never like this before."

Cypher chuckled. "And I've never been better."

Finally, he gave her a warm hug.

"A Maelstrom guy is waiting outside. I'm gonna deal with him and come to your shop. Let's eat the actual lunch there." He said, handing back the food she'd brought. "It's gone cold anyway."

"And whose fault is that?"

He shrugged and gave her ass a soft smack as she left. He waited until she was gone before speaking to Atlas.

"Where's Dum Dum, Atlas?"

"I have malfunctioned his car's doors. He is locked inside it, and kicking his windshield."

"Let him come over now."

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