Asuka's Desires: Ch.4: Guiltier Pleasure

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I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or the Rebuild of Evangelion, nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 4 - A Guiltier Pleasure

Asuka laid in her bed with the lights off; her door was locked and she’d discarded both her covers and her clothes. She’d thought about going to bed, but concluded that that would be an impossibility at this point; her panties had gotten soiled while she was licking and spitting all over her feet and she had the overwhelming urge to touch herself. Her face was flushed with a sexual nervousness and her body trembled. She was feeling the fear of giving in to something depraved -- of feeling as though she is dirty or became dirtier in doing so. She wanted to give in to it. Just the idea of giving into depravity was arousing.

Asuka’s heart pounded and she could feel the tense radiation of heat emanating from her groin, imploring her body to buck and quake. Her feminine fingers slinked over her taut stomach towards her dripping slit. Asuka staved off directly touching herself by indulging her new kink and by teasing and tormenting herself. Her feet were nice and slimy with saliva and she rubbed them back and forth, letting her toes work their way through the contours of her soles and instep, getting her toes tangled with one another; they noisily sloshed together in the silent room.

It was so exhilarating to feel her own slimy spit lubing her feet as they worked themselves together; feet were supposed to stay dry and contained -- not to be exposed and wet. That made it that much more exciting. Every time she would scrunch her feet together Asuka could feel her cunt tense, accompanied by a small gush of her own lubricant running down, over her asshole, into the mattress. It added to the pool of her own juices that she was laying in, but the warm, soggy fabric felt good and dirty plastered to her rear.

Asuka gave in to depravity. She sat up for a moment, gagged herself by reaching two fingers into her throat, and spat the gunky wad of spittle that resulted into her welcoming soles. She slid her fingers down over her pubic mound, holding them right next to her clit. She gently manipulated the glob of spit until it was running warmly down through each crevice of each toe. She closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation.

She curled all of her toes and felt the acute sliminess of them as her slender, lubricated toes forced their way past one another with an audible squelch. Fuck! Asuka mashed her fingers against her clit, rubbing it forcefully and unreservedly.

Another gush of liquid from her pussy. Her body was sweating all over.

Asuka began to replace the pure delight of a recently discovered perversion with more focused fantasies. She thought about the ways in which her feet could be pleasured. Maybe I’ll force that idiot Shinji to lick and worship them sometime. Soon, the fantasies about Mari began to roll in… Ugh! I don’t even like her! She thought, chastising her own lust. She recalled the incident earlier that day, Who does that girl think she is?!

Lust won out quite easily, and Asuka was helpless to prevent her mind from sinking into the gutter. Asuka imagined Mari cold and naked in some obscure hallway in NERV headquarters, on her knees, goosebump ridden and shivering. She cowered up at Asuka, arms and hands attempting to shield her nakedness from Asuka’s piercing gaze.

“Who is the best Eva pilot?” Asuka asked.

“You are, ma’am.” Mari squeaked.

“What happens when lesser pilots don’t respect the pecking order?” Asuka inquired looking Mari directly in the eye. Mari turned her head towards the floor,

“They get st--” “Look me in the eyes when you answer me.” Asuka said firmly. Mari swallowed and looked up into Asuka’s eyes.

“They get stepped on.”

“That’s right. They get stepped on.” Asuka confirmed. “That’s not a problem for you though, is it?”

Mari shook her head.

“You like getting stepped on.” Asuka tapped her foot against the floor.

Mari modded meekly. Asuka stopped rapping her foot on the floor and scowled down at Mari.

“And don’t hide yourself from me!” she bellowed, stomping her right foot with vigor.

Mari shuddered and slowly complied. Her nipples were stiff and erect in the cold air of the facility. She slowly recoiled her other hand from atop her mound, revealing a thick dark bushel of brown hair resting between her thighs.

“That’s better.” Asuka said gently, giving Mari a smile that made her uneasy. “It’s not really that you like getting stepped on though, is it? You just like the subjugation at my feet!” Asuka declared. “But, lucky for you, I am a merciful mistress.”

“Stand.”

Mari rose up; Asuka turned her back to her. “Come touch me, Mari.” Asuka said somewhat demurely, betraying the authority she had just exuded.

Mari approached somewhat apprehensively, though secretly eagerly. The warmth of Asuka’s body through her plugsuit was obvious and immediate as Mari pressed up against her her back.

“You poor thing!” Asuka said smiling gently and closing her eyes. “So cold…” Mari was shivering, and Asuka could feel her nipples through her plugsuit poking into her back. Asuka directed Mari’s head such that it rested on her shoulder, draped in locks of her voluminous auburn hair. Asuka then gently groped Mari’s firm buttock with one hand, drawing their bodies closer together -- though, this only made Mari shiver more in sheer anticipation.

“Drink in your favorite smell.” Mari inhaled the pungent aroma of LCL emanating from Asuka’s hair. Mari felt Asuka gently pull her wrist down into the smoldering area between her thighs. Asuka turned and looked over her shoulder into Mari’s eyes.

“Please touch me.” Asuka nearly begged; she was overwhelmed with these new fantasies and sensations. She just needed Mari at this point -- forget the tsundere/dominatrix facade. Asuka pressed her mouth against Mari’s; Asuka’s feverishly hot lips lit up in delightful contrast against the iciness of Mari’s. She extended her tongue and swirled it around Mari’s lips before gently inserting it into Mari’s mouth.

As Mari received Asuka’s tongue into her mouth, ever so gently suckling it, she slid her hand down against Asuka’s sex. Mari…

Asuka’s fantasy faded in anticipation of her real-world climax.

Asuka curled and spread her toes as sporadically as her flurry of ecstasy would allow. She rubbed her pussy even more fervently in kind, imagining it was Mari driving her to orgasm. Gott! Here it comes; I’m about to come masturbating like this!? I’m such a pervert; so disgusting! Gott I love it! I’m dirty and think dirty things! She felt her orgasm well up inside of her, ready to burst.

---Misato bursts into the apartment screaming something in her drunkenness, completely incomprehensible, before slamming the door---

Asuka, instantly at the boiling point, sits frozen both in rage over being interrupted and in paranoia of possibly having her own perversions known. Scheiße! I can never count on anyone for anything! She furiously vaulted out of bed picked up the covers with a hushed growl, and slammed herself back down on the bed with the covers following slowly and more neatly behind her.