Selfish desires (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
"I'm sorry, Hitomi... I won't be able to make it."
"Huh? Why?"
It was useless to ask. Hitomi had learned that from the very first week, ever since she had started dating the reclusive and oblivious violinist.
It was his practise.
It was always his practise.
Kyosuke lived for the violin. The soft ebb and flow of his music. The constant drive to perfect his craft. The performances in front of huge audiences.
It was what made Hitomi both fall in love with and, sometimes, resent him.
When he stood in front of an applauding audience, smiling so proudly and earnestly at them and her, Hitomi wanted nothing more than to share that love and joy with him.
And when he neglected her, yet again, for another one of his many violin lessons, she started to wonder what she was even getting out of this relationship.
Such was the case right now.
It was a big day. Another performance. Kyosuke was wearing his finest tuxedo, his hair was styled to perfection... and the apologetic look on his face was still the same, even after such a long time.
No matter how many years passed, Hitomi didn't think that she would ever get over the old, familiar hurt, that his rejections always caused.
But tonight was especially bad. The pair had big things planned, after this performance. A private date. A dinner at a fancy restaurant. A stay at a hotel. A theater performance, that they would watch the next day.
And now, after weeks of excited anticipation, all those reservations would need to be cancelled... all because Kyosuke had gotten an invitation by another famous violinist, who would be sitting in the audience tonight, to meet up after his performance and discuss possible future job prospects together.
And for her partner, the job always came first.
It stung. So much so, that she couldn't take it. She had always willingly sat in the back, always respected her partner's wishes...
She deserved to be selfish, just once, didn't she?
So, she had made a scene, in the privacy of Kyosuke's room. Had thrown all the years of hurt and broken promises back into his face, until he, too, had felt the sharp and bitter sting of regret. Until he was practically pleading for forgiveness, a chance to make it up to her.
And in that moment she had been so upset at him, so sexually frustrated, so impatient that, upcoming performance be damned, she wanted, demanded, him to get down on his knees and please her, right here and right now.
It was the best cunnilingus she had ever received.
"Ah~! Yes! Like this. Just-... keep going, please!"
She shouldn't plead, like this. After all, he owed her this one. But Hitomi found it hard to hold on to her composure, or anger, when her clit was being so perfectly teased.
Another flick of his tongue and her knees almost buckled out from under her. She quickly grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life, as her quivering legs threatened to give out at any second.
Thankfully, Kyosuke got her covered. His arms were hooked around Hitomi's thighs, firmly holding them in place, all while his head was buried under her red, knee-length skirt.
Her panties were lying somewhere in a corner, after she had pulled them down in a hurry and then carelessly kicked them away. The room was filled by the slick sounds of his tongue and her sweet moans. The hand of the clock was steadily ticking forward, warning the two about the short remaining time, until the start of the performance.
And the door was completely unlocked.
Anyone could barge in, at any moment. And it honestly made this whole experience so much more exhilarating.
Hitomi almost wanted it to happen. To have someone catch them like this; to let the whole staff know of their intimate relationship...for Kyosuke to feel embarrassed, for once, after he had embarrassed and disappointed her, time and time again.
With a needy whine, she spread her legs further open and was rewarded with his tongue penetrating her even deeper. Again and again, it pushed inside of her, lapping up her juices and sending heated sparks up her spine.
She was so close. She could feel it. The constant ebb and flow of pressure in her crotch, the urgent shivers racing along her thighs... He was perfectly playing her, like one of his instruments and Hitomi moaned along, in a melody of ecstasy.
The pressure, the shivers, the impending release... It kept rising, higher and higher, rapidly building towards a crescendo...
Right before her climax crashed over her, she finally recognized the signs of an impending accident, the way the muscles in her bladder started to give out.
There might've still been time. A few precious seconds, to call out to him, to push him out of the way...
But tonight Hitomi was selfish. And so she just held tighter onto his shoulders.
...And let go.
The climax was quick and overwhelming. Waves of intense heat raced down her body, igniting a brilliant firework inside her lower belly. Those same waves then continued downward, gushing out of her in short and heavy intervals.
The first long spurt made her twitch. The second made her shudder. By the third one she was openly moaning.
The fourth spurt came, scalding and forceful and rapidly gaining speed... and then kept going like this. An entire afternoon and evening's worth of water kept rushing out of her at once, bathing the spluttering violinist and thoroughly drenching his clothes, down to his underwear. Some of it probably got in his mouth, as well.
Hitomi couldn't quite find it in her, in that moment, to feel too bad about it.
Instead, she shuddered and twitched in place, her body being wrecked by waves of orgasmic bliss. The release felt amazing and she even helped the feeling along by pushing, hard, squeezing down on her own bladder and relishing the force with which her piss shot out.
But unfortunately it was a short-lived experience. Her bladder deflated rather rapidly, leaving only a soft trickle behind. Her burning orgasm ebbed away, leaving only a few dying embers. And the flood had also thoroughly washed out all her negative and vindictive emotions... making way for guilt.
"Oh, gosh, I-...!" She cried out in surprise, as soon as she released Kyosuke's shoulders and took a tentative step back, to see the full extent of the damage.
His wet tuxedo kept loudly dripping, into the rather large puddle at his knees. Though, as Hitomi realized with a flush of both shame and lingering arousal, the loudest dripping came from her - or rather the small trickle still flowing out of her.
How had she not realized how full her bladder was, at the start of all this?
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't plan for this, it just-" She finally managed to stammer out, fully bracing herself for impact. For Kyosuke to get mad, to complain, to push her away...
But, to her surprise, he didn't react for the longest time. Only kept kneeling on the floor, while his dark and half-lidded eyes were focusing on Hitomi's crotch; his gaze closely following each and every last drop that came out of her, like in a trance.
And then, once it was truly over and the dripping had completely stopped, he... took a deep and shuddering breath, his own cheeks flushing brightly.
...Oh.
"That... was, uh......" He began, dumbly, and couldn't quite find the words to finish his sentence. Hitomi tried to help along, sounding rather flustered herself.
"...messy?"
He huffed a jittery laugh.
"Yeah... That."
Silence descended between the two, long and awkward and almost suffocating. Hitomi quickly apologized a second time, if only to break the oppressive mood.
"It's alright... " He reassured her, with a soft and numb shake of his head. "I kind of deserved that... I think..."
More silence. Then...
"I should... go clean myself up..."
"Yes..." Breathed Hitomi in agreement and then looked up, at the clock.
So much time had already passed... The performance would definitely need to be delayed, now. And did Kyosuke even have a spare suit with him?
Part of her felt both shocked and disgusted with herself. She hadn't even realized, before today, just how much resentment she had truly carried within her, all this time, and what that resentment was capable of making her do.
Another part was still turned on and wanted to do it all over again. It had been the most naughty and intimate, that the two had been together, up to this point.
And, judging by his crimson cheeks and blown-out pupils, Kyosuke might very well have had the same conflicting thoughts running through his head, as he locked himself inside the bathroom.
Seconds ticked loudly by, while Hitomi stood in her puddle, the smell of sex and urine heavy in the air and her rationality and carnal desires pulling her in two completely opposite directions, following her self-discovery just now.
She swallowed.
...Well, that was quite the moral conundrum, wasn't it?