Nagisa watched in horror as Jataro was picked up by Toko. The blonde boy had run the opposite way of him and Masaru, who was currently at his side. The two of them had stopped for only a moment, but it was a moment too long. Nagisa felt fingers wrap around him. He kicked and thrashed, trying his best to get away, but he couldn’t. Looking around him, he noticed that Masaru was in a similar position as him, being in the other hand.
He squealed in fear as he looked up at his assailant. It was Komaru. In normal circumstances, he would be fine looking at his sister, but at some point, the girl had adopted some sort of terrifying look with a mixture of hunger and excitement. She brought both of them up to her face hurriedly, basically drooling in anticipation.
“Big Sis, please!” Masaru shouted, trying to get his sister’s attention as Nagisa simply stared in horror and utter fear. “It’s us! I thought you loved us-!”
Masaru was suddenly cut off as Komaru ran her tongue along his body. He squirmed and kicked violently, obviously not liking the feeling of being licked.
“Aww, I do love you Masaru,” Komaru whispered at the sputtering boy who was fighting back tears. “So don’t cry little one, I’m going to make sure you’re nice and safe.”
With those final words, she shoved Masaru’s body into her mouth, sucking in his legs until none of him was even visible on the outside. Masaru screamed as he was forced into the enclosed space, his body immediately getting even more soaked from the buildup of saliva. He thrashed as hard as he could, trying anything to get Komaru to let him out of the wet maw. All he managed to do, however, was get himself even more covered in the warm liquid and turn himself around to face the potential opening guarded by powerful lips.
He felt the tongue become active underneath him again, licking him all over and tasting every bit of him. He tried punching the soft organ a few times as it prodded around his entire body. The action did nothing to stop it, and he was eventually forced to stop as he felt fatigue overwhelm him. Finally deciding to give up on his struggles, Masaru broke down. He cowered with his head held in his hands and started sobbing harder, his tears indistinguishable from the rest of the viscous liquids around him.
On the outside, Nagisa watched in horror as Komaru’s mouth moved erratically. He reasoned that Masaru was no doubt putting up some sort of a fight in there. Occasionally, he would look up at the rest of her face, seeing her eyes closed in pleasure as she tasted the boy. Nagisa couldn’t contain himself from letting out light sobs, knowing that his turn would probably be next. He hated that he’d just come to trust the girl, and she was already hurting him. Something inside himself told him it wasn’t her fault, but he wasn’t sure if it was his heart or his head talking. He decided he would just ignore both.
He was suddenly jolted back into reality as the hand that was holding him began to move again. It brought him directly in front of Komaru’s mouth. He struggled slightly, not wanting to be stuffed into the same place as he’d seen his friend get stuffed into. Hot breath washed over him as the giant orifice opened in front of him. He closed his eyes shut as tight as he could, the overwhelming smell making them water slightly.
“Nagisa…?” Nagisa heard a faint and tired voice call out to him. He reluctantly opened his eyes to see a drenched Masaru looking at him. He appeared as if all of his energy had been drained from him, his form laying limply on the glistening tongue.
“M-Masaru-!” Nagisa shouted in surprise as he gawked at his soaked friend.
Before Nagisa was able to do or say anything else to Masaru, the hand started bringing him closer to the open mouth. It guided his feet to the open space next to Masaru. Nagisa knew Komaru was planning on putting him there. He screamed and struggled, wanting nothing more than to escape his inevitable fate.
“B-bi-ig Si-i-sis!” He cried through broken sobs as he felt his feet touch the soft wet surface.
