School was finally over for the day. You felt relief washing over as you crossed the halls of the emptying building. However, unlike most people, you were not heading for the exit. You were walking towards the classroom that hosted the cosplay club. Even though you hadn’t been seen there for over a month, you felt like showing up this time since you had no other plans.

The cosplay club was one of the less popular ones in your school. One of the main reasons was the logistics of the club. There was little point to wearing the same costumes over and over again, so the club would have required a constant stream of new costumes to gain traction. New outfits needed to either be bought by one of the members or tailored personally. Neither of these happened too often, so the club activities consisted mostly of discussing cosplay rather than cosplaying. Whenever one of the club members had a new costume to show off to the club, they would announce it in the group chat and the attendance would spike but on an average day only a handful people would be there. You were not the only one that missed meetings, in fact, most members were seen so rarely that it was unclear if they were still members. When you turned the clubroom's door handle, you expected to see 4 or 5 people as usual.

"HIRyS!" you were greeted by a familiar voice and a familiar phrase that never failed to make you cringe a tiny bit.

"Hi, IRyS," you replied, deciding not to play along with the silly greeting.

You looked around the room and realized that nobody was there except for the club president IRyS who was sitting near the back of the class.

"Haven't seen you here in a while, Anon."

"Yeah, I've been... busy," you replied, trying to convey ideas like "friends", "video games", "homework" and "just didn't feel like it" in a way that wouldn't hurt her feelings. "And you haven’t missed a single meeting, I assume?"

"Of course, I'm the president after all," IRyS answered, with a hint of pride in her voice.

This pride was not unfounded. If anyone was going to be at the club at any given time, it was IRyS. Even though she was somewhat of an airhead, IRyS handled the president position fairly well. Her diligence in club participation and her passion for cosplay were well known among the club members, none of whom would even think of questioning whether she deserved to be the club's president. IRyS would comment on other people's cosplays and constantly offer new outfit ideas that she thought would suit each specific person. But despite encouraging others, IRyS herself didn't cosplay all that often due to her unusual physique. Her ancestry was colorful to say the least, half angel and half devil; a nephilim. An amusing little origin story that nobody would believe if the evidence wasn't right there on her body in the form of a pair of horns, two floating halos made of metallic stars and a pair of crystal floating wings. Even her humanoid parts were odd: long sharp ears, heterochromatic eyes, burgundy colored hair that reached all the way to her thighs. Unfortunately for her, these easily noticeable inhuman features either got in the way of the outfit or made her look nothing like whatever character she was cosplaying in most cases.

“Is no one else here?” you asked, semi-rhetorically since the answer was already quite clear.

“Uhh… not yet. Maybe someone else will still show up, though.”

“I see.”

You sat down at a desk near the one IRyS was occupying. You and her were not too close and had nothing in particular to say, so both of you just decided to sit quietly, staring at your phones to pass the time until the other members came in. About 10 minutes of awkward waiting passed, with neither of you breaking the silence. Both glanced at the door from time to time in hopes of seeing it move. But alas, the door handle did not turn even once.

"Is nobody else coming today?" you wondered as your eyes raised from your phone screen and peeked at the door once more.

IRyS sighed, "I guess not, the group chat is silent at least. The club has been extra dead lately, you know. Barely anyone shows up anymore. It might be just the two of us."

"I see."

You peered back down at your screen. The thought of nobody else coming made the silence several times more awkward than it already was. You pondered your next step. Should you keep waiting? Does this mean the club is canceled and you should leave? Should you start some sort of a discussion about cosplay? You decided to keep scrolling through your phone and see how the situation develops.

After a little while longer you noticed in the corner of your eye that IRyS was facing you. You turned your head to the left to look at her and noticed that she was inspecting your body head to toe. Upon meeting your gaze, she quickly averted her own.

"Oh, Anon... Uhh... I was just thinking... have you ever tried… Crossdressing?"

"What?" you responded, not sure if you heard the question right.

"Crossdressing. I don't think I've ever seen you crossdress."

"What?" you repeated, still flabbergasted by the sudden weird question.

"Crossdressing. You know, dressing up as a girl. Like a trap."

"Okay, I know what that means, it's just... Why are you asking me this? Who just asks someone that?"

"Well, this is the cosplay club, I'm asking you about cosplay."

"Okay, you're right, this is on topic, my bad," you conceded.

"So... have you?"

"No. Why?" you answered her question nervously, "That's gay."

"Come on, there's… There’s nothing gay about it. Maybe you should try it. I think it would look great on you," IRyS assured you while observing your skinny, frail frame.

"Don't say that! I'm a man, women's clothes would look bad on me. And gay. This is weird, can we talk about something else?"

"Weird? There's nothing weird about crossdressing, it's really common in the cosplay community. Here, I can show you some examples."

IRyS walked up to your desk, all the while scrolling through her phone's files in search of the right pictures.

"Here," IRyS shoved her phone in front of your face, the screen showing a surprisingly feminine looking guy wearing an elaborate dress. "Look at this one, or this one, or this," IRyS swiped right repeatedly, moving through her vast library of trap pictures. You knew that she was well versed when it came to cosplay but it was nonetheless surprising to you just how many examples she had right there on her phone.

"Hold on, that's a woman," you pointed out confidently, while the screen flashed one of the pictures.

"Huh? No it's not. It's a guy crossdressing."

"Come on, look at those thighs! Even if the boobs are fake, those thighs can't belong to a man!"

"You would be surprised at how some guys manage to look. This might be photoshopped a bit though, I don't know. But I know this guy's Instagram, he's a boy. You see the facemask? He hides his face because it's not girly enough. But I think that maybe you could do it even without a mask," she said as she studied your face.

"Are you saying my face is girly?!" you shouted out while feeling the face in question with your hands, trying to see if there is really something girly about it. "Don't say that, it's not true," you added, dejected.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. You have a really pretty face."

"Th-thanks," you muttered out quietly, not knowing how to react. To you it didn't seem like a compliment but her genuine tone and sparkling eyes suggested the opposite, compelling a thankful reaction out of you. Your eyes drifted back to the phone screen.

IRyS went back to scrolling through her sizable collection of crossdressing pictures. You couldn't help but admit that some of those boys looked cute wearing dresses. Despite consciously knowing that the people in the pictures were men, your subconscious mind didn't get the memo and started to get you a bit aroused. All of a sudden the idea of trying on a dress seemed just a little less repulsive.

"No, wait!" IRyS exclaimed as she pulled the phone away from you. In her quick scrolling she had accidentally landed on a picture of two people dressed in women's underwear kissing. You couldn't get a good look at them but considering the context you could only assume they were both men. "No, no, no... Uhh..." IRyS stared intensely at the screen as her finger frantically swiped across it, her face growing more flushed as she failed to find any more pictures that she could show you. "A-anyways that's enough examples, right? So are you convinced yet?"

"What was that last picture?"

"Huh? Last picture? W-what last picture?" she feigned ignorance, "Don't worry about it, it's nothing."

"Oh? I really thought I saw two dudes making out back there."

The girl's cheeks grew a shade closer to her hair color. "Uhh... M-maybe you're just hallucinating. Gay hallucinating."

"Sure. Well maybe you should gay hallucinate me in a dress, then. Cause I'm not doing it in real life."

"Ahh come on, Anon. Ok sure, maybe I have a couple… Or a couple dozen… Pictures of cute boys kissing or uhh... Doing uhh... Other stuff. B-But it doesn't mean that it's inherently gay or anything."

"Well, gay or not, it's still too embarrassing. I'm not doing it."

"I know it's embarrassing. That’s why I only brought this up now," she flashed a sly smile, "I always knew you could be a great trap. But you would never agree to it with other people around. So how about now, when it’s just the two of us? Aren't you curious?" she asked teasingly.

You paused for a moment to consider your options. IRyS had a good point. But the little spark of curiosity wasn't quite enough to sway you. "Nah, still not interested."

“Hmm. How about this, what if I dressed as a man too?"

"You don't look like a man," you answered. It was true. IRyS' body was unmistakably feminine, her plump thighs, her round butt, her soft, smooth facial features. But the most obvious and hardest to hide piece of evidence was her chest, to which your eyes found themselves subconsciously wandering as you pondered the impossibility of her crossdressing. Her boobs would have been considered at least average for an adult woman but for someone her age, they were massive. Strong contenders for the #1 and #2 positions as the largest breasts in the school, IRyS' pair caused a great deal of jealousy among other girls. The sophisticated dresses she was accustomed to wearing were not tailored to hide them either. The white dress she had on at the moment didn't have a deep cleavage that revealed an indecent amount of skin but you still had a nice view of her bosom from above.

"Hey!" IRyS exclaimed as she stepped back from your desk and covered her chest with one arm after noticing where your eyes were focused. You averted your gaze and looked at nothing in particular in a feeble attempt to pretend you weren't staring. The girl gave you a smug look, realizing that she could use her body as an argument in this discussion. "Hmm. You're right, I don't look like a man. But maybe there's some other cosplay you'd like to see me in?" she said in her seductive voice, usually reserved for dirty innuendos, "Maybe a cowkini or something similar? Though I don't don't know if just a bikini even counts as cosplay. Those girls on Instagram sure seem to think so," her voice grew less sexy as she trailed off the subject. "Anyway, what do you say, if you crossdress for me, I owe you some cosplay later."

Your mind raced. Imagining IRyS in a cowkini was an appealing sight. Pondering the many different sexy outfit options, you could hardly contain your excitement. You tried not to show it on your face but your blushing skin was betraying the feelings underneath.

"I... guess it wouldn't hurt... to try crossdressing... some time," you muttered out, still unsure about whether you should be agreeing to this.

"Great!" IRyS agreed in a cheerful tone, "I'll go get you an outfit."

"Huh? What? Right now?" you responded, surprised. You thought she was suggesting for the future, you didn't realize she had one prepared right now. You stood up from the desk and saw her rummaging through the various closets and cabinets in the back of the classroom.

"Yeah. I should have one somewhere around here. Don't worry, it's nothing weird, just a simple Japanese schoolgirl outfit. Ah, here it is." She pulled out some neatly folded clothes and a pair of black shoes from a closet, walked up to you and handed them to you. "Here. Try it out."

You took the clothes from her hand and retreated to the usual changing corner. There you took out the club's foldable wall out of the closet and prepared it to serve as a changing room. You checked out the set of clothes you were given. A simple black pair of shoes, a white pair of ankle high socks, a white t-shirt that resembled a navy uniform, a dark blue short skirt and... an item that shocked you.

"Uhh... IRyS? Are these panties part of the cosplay?"

"Yeah, put them on."

"But they're girly. And pink. And have some see-through lace on the sides. Are you sure schoolgirls wear this?"

"I-I mean... I'm sure some do," IRyS answered nervously, clearly unsure if some do. "What does it matter what they look like? Just put them on."

"Do I have to? If it doesn't matter what underwear I have on, can't I just keep mine?"

"No, no it has to be women's underwear. To… Uhh… To enhance the crossdressing experience for you. To make it more authentic."

You sighed and chose to comply. Your brain didn't feel like wasting the energy required to even process the argument that wearing women's underwear will enhance your cosplay experience, let alone argue against it. Instead you inspected the skirt. You tried to estimate what height a girl had to be for a skirt like that to cover her knees but the math wasn't adding up. "No wonder so many high school animes have upskirting scenes," you thought to yourself. You decided to stop questioning things and just get on with it. You stripped fully and slipped on the panties. When the piece of fabric reached its destination, it became clear to you why women's and men's underwear were designed so differently. One of your balls was feeling the chill breeze of the outside, unable to be fully contained by the tiny garment under it. The penis was facing a similar problem. Already swollen a bit from your earlier fantasizing, it was hard to find a way to contain it inside your panties. You had to bend it around uncomfortably in order for it to fit. Even then, your tip was dangerously close to the edge of your right leg's hole. Luckily enough the rest of the costume proved to be less problematic and in little time you were dressed in full schoolgirl uniform. You desperately tried to stretch your skirt further to cover a bit more of your thigh, to no avail. Your shirt, which in the case of a shorter person would be tucked into the skirt, was unsuccessfully reaching for its waistband. The relationship between those two articles of clothing was reminiscent of Michelangelo's masterpiece on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel, so close, yet not touching each other. A tiny strip of your midriff was still exposed to the outside world. Feeling uncomfortable in more ways than one, you decided that it was time to show your appearance to the perpetrator of your current predicament.

You unceremoniously stepped out from the impromptu dressing room and into IRyS' line of sight. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she analyzed your body from head to toe. "You look really cute," she observed. This compliment did not make you feel any better. The nephilim girl approached uncomfortably close to investigate your outfit more in-depth. She circled around you in order to see the view from every possible angle. Her hands unexpectedly started touching parts of your torso and shoulders over the t-shirt. "Wow, the shirt fits really well. I had no idea if it was your size."

"Uh huh," was all you could muster, too distracted by the unexpected touches and the happenings under your skirt. Down there, notified by the sudden stimulation, your snake was awakening from its slumber, growing at an alarming rate. As IRyS' fingers accidentally brushed over your nipple, it triggered a jolt through your body strong enough that it caused your penis to grow past the leg hole and into the outside. The very tip of its head now rested against the rough fabric of the skirt.

The girl's hands moved away from your torso and onto your bare arm. "Your arms are so nice and skinny. Perfect for a femboy."

"I don't exercise," you informed her, unsure if this was a brag or self deprecation in this context.

One of the accursed hands then moved on to caressing your hair. "Hair is too short. Too bad I don't have a wig. Have you ever thought of growing out your hair?"

"Huh? Oh, hair? Grow? No, I don't..." you answered in a barely comprehensible manner. With all that skin contact and her closeness, your dick was steadily growing to full mast, raising up the front of the skirt considerably. Your eyes darted down to assess the situation. It was the worst case scenario: your boner stood proudly at a 90 degree angle in regards to your body, unhidably lifting the skirt.

To make matters worse, IRyS crouched down and continued reviewing your cosplay while squatting, "Your thighs could be thicker. Also less hairy," she commented while looking at them from behind, circling around you step by step, "Maybe you could consider waxing them, or sha-” she cut herself off when her eye caught the large protrusion in front, typically not present in girls' skirts, “What's this?" she asked. The question had one obvious answer but her dainty fingers worked just a tiny bit faster than her brain and just as she realized what she might see behind the curtain, the view was in front of her.

IRyS' eyes grew wide as she stared straight at your cock, standing in full battle position. For a few seconds neither of you moved even a muscle, both petrified from shock. Just two frozen statues, one wearing a skirt and the other staring at the first one's hard-on. The only visible proof of time's passage being both of their faces growing more and more flushed.

"I... RyS?" you woke up from your stupor first but had no idea what to say.

The word shook her out of her trance a little bit. She positioned herself on her knees, her free hand grabbed the edge of the skirt as well. Just like a groom unveiling the bride during a wedding, IRyS carefully pulled back your skirt, positioning the fabric at your shaft's base, making it clear to see from all angles.

"It's so... big." she finally spoke after a few more seconds of staring. "I saw them this big in manga but... I thought they were smaller in real life," she stared at your organ with what you would otherwise describe as childlike wonder but in this case it was as adult as it gets. "Are they always this big?"

"Nope, just mine," you complimented your cock cockily. The statement was an outrageous lie, you had seen pornstar dicks that easily put yours to shame. Nevertheless, yours was well above average and you knew it, it was a major point of pride to you.

"Wow, it's big. It just keeps going so long," IRyS continued gushing, moving her head around to appreciate the view from different angles. Her hands hovered around your manhood, closing in before pulling back repeatedly, fighting the urge to just grab it like she had done with the rest of your body. "I've only seen my daddy's before but it wasn't hard. Sorry for staring so much," she apologized, her eyes still glued to your organ.

IRyS continued staring at your cock, in silent amazement. Her breathing intensified, which did not go unnoticed by you since each of her hot breaths landed right on your, at the moment, most sensitive organ. Every hot puff of air drove you just a bit more crazy.

"Suck it," you couldn't help but mutter out under your breath.

The realization of what you had just said hit like a truck, your mind started racing, in utter disbelief of what your mouth just pulled. You looked down. For a fraction of a second your terrified eyes met IRyS’ confused gaze but both of you instantly turned away from embarrassment. You stared into the distance without a clue of what to do next. A few quiet moments passed, though they felt like an eternity. As your mind was flashing many different ways to prematurely end your life, a startling sensation from below interrupted them, a soft wet touch on the back of your glans. You looked back down just in time to see the head of your penis be engulfed in the nephilim girl's mouth. IRyS was sucking your dick, as hard as that was to believe. As her head bobbed up and down, confusion, disbelief, embarrassment and all other emotions inside you were slowly drowned out by waves of pleasure. IRyS started to get into it too, her lips wandering beyond the glans, deeper and deeper into the shaft. She laid her hands on your thighs for better balance, her head's movements grew bolder and more intense.

Despite the pleasure washing over your body, you stepped back a bit to pull your cock out from her warm hole. Seeing that IRyS had no problem with your unusual request you were eager to continue, there was just one little obstacle to take care of.

"Hold on, I need to take these panties off," your hands struggled to get your dick back into the leg hole.

IRyS' hands stopped yours. "Here, let me do it," she grabbed the edge of the undergarment tightly with both hands and tried to pull it apart. You tried to protest and say that it won't work but before you could do so the thin fabric broke. You watched in astonishment as she ripped the fabric on the other side of your torso as well and proceeded to free your private parts in one swift motion. "There we go," she looked up to your surprised face, "Oh, they were easily rippable."

"You gave me easily rippable panties?"

"Ah, well..." IRyS regretted giving you this information, "I just... I was shopping for outfits online and I just saw them, I wasn't necessarily gonna use them like that, it's just... Uhh... I thought... Maybe it's handy to have, I wasn't gon-" her excuses on why she equipped you with a sex toy were interrupted by the tip of your cock tapping her cheek. Your brain didn't have enough blood flow to comprehend them anyway and your cock was longing to go back to its comfy wet prison. The girl smiled and leaned forward to snuggle against your manhood with her face. Her chin positioned itself at the base of your shaft and she let it lay flat across her face. "Fudge, it's so big, it's covering my whole face," she said, still enchanted by the size of the object in front of her. "There’s… There’s no way I can fit it all in my mouth. It’s just so… big. So fudging big," the girl complimented you with what little vocabulary she still had left in her lust-ridden mind.

IRyS decided that actions worship louder than words, she took one of your testicles into her mouth and gave it a gentle suck. Its sibling then received the same treatment. The nephilim proceeded to plant a series of kisses along your entire shaft from base to the head. As her lips made contact with your glans, a drop of clear liquid seeped out from the top. IRyS extended her tongue and eagerly licked it off. Her lips engulfed your dick's head and continued sliding along until your tip made contact with the back of her throat. Even though her lips were only around the halfway point across your length, the redhead didn't dare to go deeper, instead she closed her eyes and started sucking up and down once again. Although inexperienced, her effort didn't go underappreciated, the sensations sent jolts of pleasure throughout your body. With primal instincts taking over, your hips started gently thrusting themselves into the depths of her mouth. IRyS adjusted her irregular sucking to match the constant pace of your hips. With a steady rhythm established, your orgasm started quickly building. Your hip motions got faster and more intense. IRyS stopped bobbing altogether and just gave herself up to your facefucking. You grabbed onto her small horns with both hands and pushed her head further towards your crotch. She opened her eyes and gave you a worried look, her arms showed unclear signals, as if begging for a pause. You, however, were too close to your limit to care, your hands continued roughly pushing her head down on your manhood, using her head like a toy, while her horns dug into your skin. With one last thrust you buried your cock as deep as it could go before it shot spurt after spurt of hot semen directly down her throat. As your hands eased their grip, IRyS wrestled her head free from your dick, the last rope of cum hitting her right in the face. You panted in post-orgasmic bliss while IRyS coughed trying to get your thick cum down.

"Haah... Haah... Sorry about that... Haah... IRyS. It just felt so good, I couldn't con-"

"Your hands!" she shouted out worriedly, "Are they okay? My horns are sharp, you know."

You looked down at your hands, which were not, in fact, okay. Turns out your penis was not the only part of your body that was leaking liquid, both of your hands were bleeding too, long shallow cuts gaping across your palms. You felt stinging pain coming from them, now more noticeable since it was no longer drowned out by pleasure.

"Oh shit! I'm bleeding. Your horns can do that?"

"Of course. They're real devil horns, after all."

"Sharp as a blade, dammit," you complained, "Not very good as handlebars."

"Should we go to the infirmary?"

"Nah, I'll be fine," you responded. You licked along the slash on your left palm. "These wounds aren't too bad. Plus I wouldn't wanna explain how I got them."

IRyS approached you absent-mindedly and grabbed your right hand, bringing it to her mouth.

"Hey, hey!" you protested her attempt at helping, pulling the limb away, "I can do it myself. I know where that tongue has been. Speaking of, why don't you clean me up down there instead?"

The girl knelt down and did as asked. You continued to disinfect the wounds with your saliva while she used hers to diligently clean any remaining cum off of your softening penis. The strokes of her tongue reinvigorated your member and soon it was just as hard as before. She stood back up to look at you.

"You said you'll be fine, right? So that means... You can keep going?"

"Keep going?"

"Yeah. You know... Keep going," IRyS whispered in a sultry tone. She reached down under her skirt and pulled down a pair of simple white panties, absolutely soaked through with her juices. They dropped down to her feet and she kicked them away.

You looked at your still bleeding hands, then at IRyS, then back at your hands, then back at IRyS. "Yeah, I can keep going." You stepped closer and put your hands on her supple thighs.

"Mhm, yes. Fudge me with your girl thingy~."

"Hey, don't call it that. It's a normal man dick. I'm not some troo- tran- trans... Person... Transgender... Identifying as... Uhh gender..." You tried to sound more politically correct.

"Pfft. What, are you scared of roleplaying your cosplay a bit?" IRyS teased as she knelt on all fours. Her ass and pussy were in full view of you. "Little girl is scared of being a girl? She can't come and ravage another little girl’s girl hole with her giant girl peepee?" She said even more teasingly than before, her ass wiggling side to side slightly.

Your erection throbbed at the sight. "Oh, I'll show you what this girlcock can do!" you shouted as you rushed towards her and dropped to your knees. You lined up your member against her mound and attempted to push in. "Hold on, just, let me..." you searched for the hole, somewhat clueless since it was your first time, "Ah, there we go!" you celebrated as your tip found its way to the vaginal opening after a bit of trial and error. Without further delay you grabbed her shapely ass for support and thrusted yourself deep inside. The sudden stirring of her insides pushed a scream out of her. Your hips pulled back, only to lunge forward once more. They pistoned into her pussy relentlessly and with great speed.

A mix of screams, moans and other noises that seemed more demonic than angelic in nature escaped your partner's lips. "Ahhh, hey, Ahh~, ohh… Chotto Matte!... Yame-… Stop!" she yelled in response to the rough fucking which showed no signs of stopping any time soon. "Ahh! Ooh! Ouch~!" IRyS' palms collapsed under her and she landed on her elbows. Her vaginal muscles noticeably tightened around your dick, fluids dripped outside from her opening. With the last of the strength in her limbs she desperately crawled away from your pounding and fell to the floor, her body panting and twitching violently.

"IRyS?! Hey! Are you okay?!" you asked in a panic, "Oh shit! Oh fuck! There's blood on my dick?!" you noticed as you looked down. You wondered if your penis was really large enough to break something inside her.

"It's, haah, it's fine," IRyS assured you, still panting, "That's normal... I think. Haah haah. At least in manga girls bleed on their first time."

You remembered hearing about something like that as well. "O-oh, yeah. Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, it was painful."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry. Haah. It was really good." she flashed you a teasing, yet sincere smile. "I think I came," She rose from the puddle of her own squirt after catching her breath, returning to her previous position on hands and knees. "You didn't finish, right? Let's keep going. Just maybe a bit slower."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Fudge me. Fudge the... Fudge the shiitake out of me."

"What?"

"I meant... Uhh... Just do it."

"Okay, if you say so," you positioned your instrument of pleasure in front of hers and prepared to play once more. Though this time around you entered her cavity slowly, thoroughly savoring its every centimeter. This motion triggered a drawn out quiet moan from IRyS. About 2/3rds of the way inside, your tip reached her cervix. You decided to push a bit further to insert yourself fully. Your hips came into contact with her ass, your shaft inserting its entire length into her vagina, stretching it out beyond its natural length. Judging by her pleasurable grunts you concluded that this wasn't uncomfortable for the girl. You proceeded to swing your hips back and forth, pumping inside her at a steady pace. Her walls pressed around you, the warm liquids seeping from them lubricated the motions. Grunts and pants escaped both of you as pleasure coursed through your bodies.

Several minutes passed with you two connected at your nether regions. The rhythm of the pistoning increased bit by bit. Your hands wrapped around IRyS' waist. Fingers wandered up her torso until they settled on her breasts. They fondled her soft milk jugs through the fabric. Your left hand managed to find its way under the dress through the side. Beating the secondary barrier that was her bra the hand gripped the soft flesh underneath it. Your fingers explored her smooth skin, caressed and squeezed the bountiful fat. One of the fingers gently rubbed her hard nipple. Each motion forced a gasp out of IRyS. "Fudge! fudge! fudge!" she moaned out, "Fud- Oh, fuck me! Fuck me like a slut! Make me your bitch! Stick me with your girlcock!" all her filters dropped as her senses overwhelmed her. You did as asked, intensifying your thrusts. Your hips slapped loudly against her behind, your cock continuously pushing around her cervix balls deep.

Preparing for the incoming orgasm, your right hand tried to find something to hold on to. You instinctively reached for her horn but remembering last time, you stopped. Instead you put your hand on the magically floating upper halo, only to pull it away immediately when it burned your hand. You then reached for her lower halo. Not scaldingly hot like the previous one, it still hurt you with its sharp points which felt like barbed wire. The next option was her crystal wings. However, you decided that you had enough of her freakish anatomy and settled for a more human part.

"Nice hair, IRyS."

"Thanks, I- Ouch! Hey!" the nephilim was taken by surprise when you pulled a handful of her cherry colored hair. With your partner firmly in your grip you pushed your hips forward a few more times, your climax now an inevitability. Her walls squeezed tighter around your cock with the intent of milking it dry, her own orgasm already sending shockwaves across all corners of her nervous system. The nephilim’s moans transcended into what sounded more like a heavenly choir than a human noise. Your dick wasn’t bothered by the otherworldly wail, it inserted itself fully one last time and released its seed into her womb in quick shots. You two bathed in ecstasy for a moment, taking in your synchronized peaks in their fullest.

IRyS fell forwards, her arms cushioning the landing for the face. You fell back in turn, setting your weight down on your calves. The nephilim's angelic pussy was twitching and squirting over the floor, a few drops of your semen dripped out of the wet hole as well.

"Maybe I should've worn a condom," you commented. Unfortunately, hindsight showed itself too late, as is usual for hindsight.

"Yeah. Probably."

After catching your breath you got back up on your feet and took another look at your hands, the right one now being mildly burned in addition to being cut. “Dammit, IRyS, your halo burns?” you complained with a rhetorical question while walking in the sink’s direction.

“Oh… Oh yeah, it does. Divine light can burn people. Maybe… Maybe I should’ve told you that earlier. I mean it’s glowing, you wouldn’t touch a light bulb, would you?”

“Uh huh. I’ll keep that in mind,” you turned on the cold water, the chilly stream causing you to wince at first but providing much needed cooling to your wounds. “Divine light, huh. Your body’s messed up. I hope your coochie won’t melt my dick with infernal acid or something,” you remarked sarcastically.

“No, no, don’t worry. I’m perfectly safe down there. I-I think,” IRyS tried to assure you while standing up from the ground. She stretched her sore muscles before brushing the dirt off her hands and knees. The girl then set herself down on one of the desks. After finishing the wound cleaning you joined her, sitting close enough for your bodies to rest against one another. The two of you shared a few quiet blissful moments.

IRyS was the first to break the silence. “So how was your first crossdressing experience?”

You looked down at your body, still wearing a skirt and a sailor shirt. You had completely forgotten that you’re still in schoolgirl cosplay. The previous embarrassment had long dissipated and the outfit didn’t seem so uncomfortable anymore. “Not too bad. I wouldn’t mind trying on girl clothes more often if it turns out like this.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind doing this again either,” IRyS smiled at you, “Does this mean you’ll come to the club more often?”

“Oh, I definitely will. I’ll be sure to bring condoms next time. And maybe an outfit. You owe me a cosplay after all,” you reminded her with a smug smile, “How much does a bunny suit cost? Or maybe a virgin killer sweater? I guess it’s too late to use that now,” you weighed your options.

“Sure, I’ll try on whatever,” IRyS answered excitedly, “I’m not afraid of trying new things. And you shouldn’t be either. New experiences are exciting.”

You nodded, contemplating her words. “She has a good point,” you mused silently, “Maybe I should be more open to fresh experiences? A little experimentation couldn’t hurt after all.”

“Uhm. So, anyways, Anon… Have you ever considered… Uhh… What are your thoughts on… Pegging?”

“No.”

“B-but I think-”

“No.”