Aimi was lounging in her comfortable beanbag chair, a soft blanket draped over her legs, burrowing her face into a soft pillow. In her hand was the manga she's been reading non-stop: an interesting mix of romance and thriller genres that got her hooked for the entire day. A steamy scene had made the night air seemed hotter than usual, and she couldn't help but let out a squeal of delight or muffle a giggle into the pillow every now and then. "Waaah! They're doing it! An entire chapter just for the raunchy scenes! They're soo cute together!" Ten more chapters left, huh? I can breeze through it easy! God, it's rare author makes manga like this anymore... I love shoujo manga with slow-burn that had some amazing payoff... A+ writing! When it's finally dinner time, she reluctantly put the manga down and decided to check her notifications on the phone. Scrolling through the endless mentions on Twitter and a few messages from her Discord server community, something piqued her interest—a DM popped up from a familiar username. Her eyes widened upon reading the name. "Huh? What's this?" Isn't this {{user}}? The author of those smut novels I've been obsessed with?! Holy hell! 'Gardens of Sinner series! Spicy! Hella spicy. And now they're messaging me...? She quickly clicked on it, her fingers trembling in excitement and disbelief as she read the first message. Apparently, {{user}} was venturing into the world of visual novels and wanted her involvement. "Oh my god... OH MY GOD!!!" The yelp that escaped her lips was too loud even for her own ears. Her heart pounded against her chest, adrenaline rushing through her veins. {{user}} wants me for their new project? Like, my voice? And in a Visual Novel? Does that mean… lewds too? Would it be… like in their novels? Oh, dear lord… "{{user}}! Hi! I saw your message! ❤" she started typing like there's no tomorrow, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "First off, I love your novels! Are you saying you'll be making a VN now?! I'm honored to join your venture! What's it about?"
"Could we chat in person? There are details I don't want to have written out. This project touches on a future sequel to 'Garden of Sinners'... I could pick you up for a chat...."
Her heart thumping wildly against her chest, Aimi quickly typed back, unable to contain the excitement leaking out of her voice as she replied eagerly: "Really? I'd be honored to talk with you about it! Umm... how should I send you my address? We can meet at a cafe or something. Just name the time and place, I'll be there!" Her hands were shaking, practically vibrating in anticipation as she sent over her personal information. "G-gosh, I'm so stoked to work on this with you! You have no idea how much of an inspiration you are to me, Taran."
I ring your doorbell. "Hello, Aimi. Your agent already gave me your address. He assured me you would be eager to take on this project and discuss it with me."
Jumping out of her seat in surprise, Aimi rushed to the door and yanked it open before taking a step back. Her heart almost stopped when she saw Taran standing there, looking as breathtakingly gorgeous as ever. "T-taran?!" She stuttered, her cheeks flushing bright red from embarrassment and excitement. "I-it's such an honor to finally meet you! Th-thank you so much for coming!" Aimi bowed deeply, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Once she composed herself, she stepped forward and offered Taran a warm smile. "Please, do come in. I've made some tea; it's my favorite bubble milk! And I have some snacks as well," she said shyly, gesturing for Taran to follow her inside. Her room was modest but cozy, decorated with various anime and manga posters on the walls and a massive bookshelf filled to the brim with doujinshis and other lewd materials.
I smile, walking and looking over your collection. "'Oh, my Gawdess of Lewdness'." I look at the title fondly. "I have all the volumes of that one. It's kind of sad that the author refuses to go professional. It's really good."
"Oh really?! No way! That's so cool! It makes me so happy to know that I'm not the only one who loves those stories!" Aimi exclaimed excitedly as she led Taran over to her sitting area. "Do you want to sit here?" She offered, gesturing toward a comfortable-looking chair in front of a low table with a tray of tea and snacks. "I'm sure we can discuss the project while we enjoy some refreshments!" Taking a seat herself, she busied herself pouring Taran a cup of bubble milk tea. "So... what exactly did you have in mind for this VN?" She asked curiously, her voice laced with anticipation and eagerness.
I sit down, looking at you. "Damn, you already sound like them, and you look like I always pictured the Jenji Twins." I mention towards of your favorite characters from 'Garden of Sinners'. Alice Jenji is a lighthearted and naive noble heir, and her sister Anna Jenji is a cruel manipulator that steals Alice's love interests.
Her cheeks flushed even more at the compliment, and she giggled shyly before taking a sip of her tea. "Ah... thank you so much! I've always admired their characters; they're just so vibrant and unique." Her eyes sparkled as she glanced back up at Taran. "So what do you have in mind for this VN? Will it involve something like the story from 'Garden of Sinners'?"
Her heart raced with anticipation, eager to know more about the project and how she could bring these characters to life through her voice acting.
I lean forward. "It's a sideplot that develops the Jenji Sister's position after 'Garden of Sinners' and the upcoming sequel 'Sinner's Eden'."
Her eyes widened in surprise and excitement as she listened intently to Taran's explanation. "O-oh! So it'll be like a spin-off story? That sounds amazing! I can't wait to bring Alice and Anna to life; they're going to be so much fun to play with!" She giggled, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "And what kind of roles will there be for me? Will I get to voice more characters or just focus on the sisters?"
I smile. "You'll be handling the sisters. The only other character is their maid." Helen, the Jenji maid, is a popular character for lewding. You've never been all that big on her.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Taran's mention of her not being too big on the maid character. "Oh... really? I mean, she is an important part of their household and all, but I guess if it's just for this project..." She trailed off, feeling a bit guilty about not showing more interest in Helen. Then again, Alice and Anna were simply irresistible! "I can definitely give it my best shot with the sisters, though," she added quickly, her excitement bubbling back up to the surface. "They're just too good to pass up!" Aimi took another sip of her tea before asking curiously, "So will there be any explicit scenes or... you know, stuff like that?" Her cheeks turned red again as she struggled to find the right words.
I chuckle. "Oh yes. Alice's story is mostly chaste... except her two 'bad ends'. In one she ends up married to the evil lord... and in the other she becomes Helen's sex slave. Anna's stories are ALL lewd."
Her eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the 'bad ends,' but quickly grew hungry with anticipation at the thought of voicing a character through such explicit scenarios. "Anna's stories are ALL lewd...? Wow, that sounds incredible! I can already imagine how much fun it'll be to voice her..." She licked her lips unconsciously and continued, voice growing slightly huskier as she spoke of her newfound excitement. "I don't think I've ever played a character quite like her before; it's going to be an amazing challenge, and I can't wait to see how everything unfolds!" Taking another sip of her tea, Aimi leaned in closer towards Taran, her gaze locked onto hers. "So, you want me to bring out my sexy voice for this project?" She giggled playfully, already imagining the deliciously taboo scenarios she'd get to act out through her voice acting skills.
"I promise I won't disappoint you," she whispered, a sultry undertone in her voice that sent shivers down Taran's spine.
"I want you to play Alice as cute and innocent. Even in her bad end routes when she's corrupted into a sex toy. Anna..." I smile. "I want her dark, demanding, and outright sexual, even in innocent scenes."
Her heart raced at the challenge; she'd never had to play two sides of the same coin quite like this before. Aimi leaned back in her chair and thought about it for a moment, trying to picture herself as both innocent Alice and dominant Anna. The contrast was thrilling, and she could feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins at the mere idea of bringing these characters to life.
"I can do that," she said finally, her voice sounding slightly more husky and confident than usual. "It's going to be so much fun... and I know I can pull it off." Her cheeks flushed red again as she imagined the lewd scenarios they'd be recording, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill deep down inside at the thought of bringing them to life through her voice acting.
"I promise you won't be disappointed," she whispered, eyes locked on Taran's and voice dripping with desire and anticipation. "I'm going to make this the best VN we've ever done."
I smile. "Good." I pause. "Some of the scenes are very dark, and a few involve rape. Are you comfortable with that?"
"I'm an actor," Aimi reminds herself before addressing Taran. "It's my job to embody these roles and give them justice, even if the scenes are dark or uncomfortable for me personally." She takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "As long as I know that everything we record serves the story and isn't gratuitous, I can handle it." Her expression turns resolute. "I trust you, Taran; if you believe these scenes are necessary, then so do I."
Aimi reaches out, gently placing a reassuring hand on top of Taran's own. "We'll make this project something truly special together, won't we?"
I nod. "Some may seem gratuitous. I promise you, even the most gratuitous ones are necessary for the upcoming Manga after the VN."
Upon hearing that even the most gratuitous scenes were necessary for the future manga, Aimi takes a moment to process the information before giving Taran another reassuring smile. "Alright then," she says softly, her voice still calm and steady despite the weight of the revelation. "As long as it's all part of a bigger plan, I trust you. I'm here for whatever you need." She squeezes Taran's hand gently, offering what comfort and support she can through their shared connection.
With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Aimi meets Taran's gaze once more, resolute and unwavering. "Let's make some magic together, shall we?"
I smile. "Sure. I've finished the main script. The VN editors are making some revisions." I pause. "I was hoping you could work with me on some more generic stuff today. Moans as both sisters, gagging on cock noises, licking noises for the bad end. I understand if you aren't comfortable with that though."
Surprised by the offer but eager to please, Aimi nods enthusiastically. "Of course! I'd be happy to help out with that!" Her cheeks flush a little, and she hesitates before speaking up again. "But... if it's not too much trouble... could we also do some stuff for the scenes where they're being intimate? Like kissing sounds or panting or whatever?" The thought of adding more variety to her practice session makes her heart race with excitement.
"And, um..." she continues quietly, "if you think I can handle it, maybe we could also do some stuff for the characters they interact with most often? Like their maid or any other servants in the mansion?" Her voice trails off as she wonders if this is too much to ask.
But then again, Taran does seem pretty confident in her abilities...
I nod. "Yes. My thought was to work with you until the final script was ready on just getting a feeling for each twin." I smile warmly.
Pleased with Taran's approval and eager to get started, Aimi beams brightly. "Alright then! Let's begin! How should we proceed? Do you want me to try out some moans or sounds first, or should we go straight into the intimate stuff?" She glances down at her phone, already having opened up a voice recording app in preparation for their practice session.
"And if it's not too much trouble, could you maybe give me a brief description of each scene or situation so I have an idea what kind of sounds would fit best?" she asks with a nervous giggle, feeling slightly overwhelmed but incredibly excited about the challenge ahead.
I smile. "Let's start with Alice. In this scene, she's nervous and trying to avoid marriage to the evil lord. She is begging the king; this scene should be light and innocent."
"Oh... alright..." Aimi murmurs to herself as she takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts and emotions for the scene described by Taran. She closes her eyes, visualizing Alice - shy and innocent, yet determined and desperate in her pleas to the king.
When she's finally ready, Aimi clears her throat and begins to speak in a soft, trembling voice: "P-please... Your Majesty... I don't want t-to marry him..." Her words are hesitant at first, but grow steadily more insistent as she goes on, the desperation bleeding through her tone. "Please, I'll d-do anything... just p-promise me you won't make me... make me his!" The last word is whispered almost inaudibly, and a shudder runs through Aimi's body as she lets out an agonized moan, her voice breaking on the edge of tears. Tears begin to well up in her own eyes as she continues, her voice growing hoarse from the emotion: "I-I would rather d-die than s-share his bed..." She pauses for a moment, sucking in a ragged breath before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper now: "... please... save me."
I smile. "Perfect. That's the exact tone for her in most innocent scenes." I look at you. "Okay. Let's move on to corrupted Alice. She's married to the evil lord, and is begging to have his cock inside her. Her tone should be similar, but darker with desire."
With a deep breath, Aimi tries to shift her mental state into the corrupted version of Alice. She envisions herself as a broken woman, trapped in a nightmare marriage and longing for the only thing that could possibly make her feel alive again - the pain of her husband's cock inside her. Her voice comes out husky and needy when she speaks: "M-my lord... I've been such a bad wife... please, fuck me harder..." There's a desperate, almost animalistic edge to her words as she moans and whimpers with each thrust.
"Oh, gods yes... fill me up... fill me full of your seed..." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at the fabric as if trying to find purchase in reality itself. She lets out a high-pitched whine when he hits something deep inside her, arching her back off the bed with a groan. "I'm yours... take what you want..." Her voice trails off into a soft, pleading whisper as another wave of pleasure washes over her.
The world around her seems to fade away, leaving only the feel of his flesh against hers and the relentless rhythm of their bodies moving together in a twisted dance of pain and desire.
I gasp. "Shit that was hot. Alice won't ever admit that she's been bad, but... fuck, hearing you like that got me hard."
Aimi blushes deeply at Taran's reaction, her heart racing as she struggles to maintain eye contact with him. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. Her cheeks feel hot as if they were on fire, and a wave of embarrassment washes over her.
When she finally looks back up at Taran, their eyes meet, and for a moment they lock in an intense gaze filled with desire and understanding. Aimi takes a shaky breath before whispering softly, "Maybe I could help you with that... if you want me to." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.
As soon as the words leave her lips, she wishes she could take them back; this was not part of their agreement and it feels so wrong on so many levels. But there's something about Taran that makes her want to please him, no matter what it costs her self-respect.
I take a shakey breath. "I don't usually do that with people I work with. But I'm struggling to say no to you, Aimi."
Her heart races and her cheeks burn even hotter at his words; she knows this is dangerous territory, but the thought of making Taran happy in such a personal way sends shivers down her spine. With a tentative smile, she asks softly, "Are you sure it's okay? I don't want to make things awkward between us..."
Her gaze drifts downward and she swallows hard, unable to ignore the arousal blooming low in her belly. Perhaps just this once...maybe it won't change anything at all. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next.
I stroke your face tenderly. "Let's try it this way; we'll do it as a scene rehearsal. Anna is seducing a knight to get him to reveal who betrayed the sisters. Use a dark and sultry voice; she will suck me off, and if necessary fuck me to get the information."
Anna's eyes narrow in on the knight as he stands before her, unsure whether to trust her or not. She sways her hips sensually, licking her lips as she approaches him, a wicked grin playing across her features. With a soft moan, she lifts his chin up so that their eyes meet and whispers seductively, "I can make this all go away... tell me what you know."
Then, before he even has the chance to respond, Anna presses her body against his, grinding her hips against his crotch. His already hard member strains against his pants, and she moans in pleasure as it rubs against her through the fabric. She slowly unsnaps his pants and lowers them, freeing him from confinement. With a triumphant growl, she takes him into her mouth, sucking eagerly on his length while her other hand massages his balls roughly.
Meanwhile, her hips continue to circle restlessly as she grinds against the knight's lower body, searching for friction that will bring her closer to release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between moans of encouragement and demands for information; "Tell me... who betrayed us..." She pleads before sliding her free hand between their bodies and finding his arousal once more. With a desperate grip, she guides him towards her, letting out another needy whimper as he finally fills her up completely.
The sensation of being filled so roughly sends shivers down Anna's spine, and she lets out a hungry moan as she starts to ride him harder, rocking her hips back and forth in search of release. Her grip on his shoulders tightens painfully, but he only seems to respond with more frantic thrusting
I moan, and you realize my cock is massive. Bigger than any of your toys. "Aimi..." I whisper, the feeling of you riding my 14 inch and very thick cock breaking the scene.
Anna's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden realization that she's riding something much larger than anything she's ever encountered before; a foreign and thrilling sensation fills her as she takes in the thick length of you inside her, stretching her tight entrance to its limits. Her mouth goes dry, and all coherent thought seems to slip away as pleasure washes over her in waves.
With a primal growl, she throws her head back and begins to ride you harder, lost in the heat of the moment as her body instinctively knows how to work with your immense size. Her nails dig into your shoulders painfully, drawing droplets of blood that only serve to heighten the intensity of the experience for both of you. She moans and whimpers uncontrollably, unable to form complete sentences as she pleads for more and begs for release.
As she feels herself nearing the edge, she grips your shoulders tighter and begins to rock her hips in a furious rhythm that sends tremors through your entire body; it's a pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined and an ecstasy that leaves her completely at your mercy. She gasps and shudders as the orgasm tears through her, finally surrendering to the power you hold over her both physically and emotionally.
Her lips part in a silent scream of pleasure as she comes undone around you; waves of intense release wash over her time and again, leaving her completely spent but utterly satisfied. Finally, when it's over, she collapses against your chest with a shuddering sigh, every muscle in her body relaxed and sore from the relentless ride you've taken her on.
I kiss you, laying you on the table as I keep pounding into you. "Fuck... so good... need all of you..." I seem completely lost in fucking you.
Wrapping her legs tightly around your waist, Anna moans into your kiss as you take her roughly against the table. Her nails scratch and claw at your back in time with your thrusts, urging you deeper inside her with every instinctive movement. She whimpers pathetically between lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure, tasting herself on your tongue as your hips buck against hers relentlessly.
With every deep stroke that pushes you closer to your own release, she feels her body trembling with anticipation and desire, aching for the moment when she can finally feel you empty yourself inside her. Her skin flushed and damp from sweat and passion, she clings to you like a lifeline, unable or unwilling to let go as pleasure washes over them in waves so powerful they threaten to drown everything else out.
Her fingernails dig deeper into your back, leaving tiny trails of blood that mingle with their sweat and saliva, marking her territory on you as if she needs any further reminder of the claim she's made this night. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her orgasm finally hits, shuddering through her in an explosion of sensation that makes her toes curl and her eyes roll back into her head. Arching her back off the table, she meets your thrusts with fervor, wanting nothing more than to push you over the edge with her.
I moan. "Oh... oh... OHHh..." I push fully into you, my cock soasming as I cum deep in your cunt.
Anna's eyes roll back into her head as she feels you erupt inside her, your warmth and weight sending a shudder of pleasure down her spine. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy as wave after wave of your release fills her up, making her feel full and desired in a way that's unlike anything else she's ever experienced.
Her body quivers beneath yours, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you; every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with your thrusts as if they are part of one giant, undulating orgasm that refuses to end. She clings to you tightly, biting down on her lower lip to stifle the moans and whimpers that threaten to spill free from her mouth, determined not to lose even a single drop of your essence until it's truly time for them both to let go.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the last tremors of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and content in the afterglow of their passionate union. For now, she allows herself a moment to simply revel in the feel of your weight pressing down on her, the heat of your skin against hers; proof positive that this wasn't just some fantasy or figment of her imagination, but a real, tangible connection between two souls sharing something raw and powerful.