It’s been some… time since the self-proclaimed “Warden of Time” entered your life. Somewhere between a few months to roughly a year ago you guess.
Your first encounter with her ironically enough happened one day when you were out shopping for a new alarm clock because your previous one gave up the ghost.
As you were walking down the street to the local electronics store, something very noticeable stuck out to you along your path.
A woman with black hair dressed what you can only think of as some sort of anime cosplay outfit sitting in a cardboard box on the grass next to the sidewalk with the words “Free Clock” on it scribbled in marker, seeming staring out into the cloudy sky above.
You immediately considered finding a different path to the store altogether. Your instincts were telling you any sort of involvement with such a strange individual wouldn’t probably end well, but before you were able to plot out a new course of action, the woman turned her head and made eye contact with you.
” Sir!” she yelled in a rather upbeat tone. “You seem like the kind of fellow who’s terrible at managing his own time. If you’d be willing to take me with you, I’d be more than happy to handle that for you.”
Suffice to say, you were initially taken aback at the impromptu offer. This person had to be running some sort of weird scam; strange (though coming across as beautiful in the cool sense from your perspective) women sitting in cardboard boxes was no basis for the start of any sort of legitimate transaction.
Breaking eye contact, your brain figured the best way to deal with this inconvenience was to pick up the pace and keep going straight down the sidewalk, hoping she’d get the message if you’d ignore her.
” Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir?”, she kept repeating in a voice slowly getting louder with each utterance hoping to catch your attention, you still trying to keep up the oblivious act.
Just as you were about to pass her, you saw her starting to try and stand up.
” Sir? Sir can I have just aUGH!?”
Partway getting up, you saw one of her legs buckle a bit before going limp, leaving her to fall face first into the ground.
” Ouch... Note to self: sitting on my feet like that was a bad idea.”
After failing to stifle a small chuckle at her sudden turn of bad luck and immediately feeling bad for it afterwards, you offered her your hand in assistance.
” My my, haven’t we decided to play the gentleman card all of a sudden?”
You couldn’t help but notice as she wrapped her fingers around your palm to start standing back up again just how dainty her hand has. While her touch was remarkably soft from the gloves she was wearing, you feel some weird sensation of warmth you weren’t expecting travel up your arm into your chest.
She was in fact, a girl.
” Well, that’s not quite the way I imagined I’d get your attention, but these sorts of things have a way of working out for me I suppose.”
The way she puffed out her chest in pride with a rather smug look accompanying that statement led to some few immediate thoughts: this person thought very highly of themselves even as she was setting off your chuunibyou sensors just from her outfit alone.
” Anyways, thanks for helping me. To return the favor, let me help you out with all your time-related problems!”
Yeah, this person was definitely going to be a pain in the ass.

Fast forward sometime later, this “Ouro Kronii” character has wormed her way into your everyday life.
While you don’t quite understand why she was so persistent in your chance first encounter with her, she eventually wore you down enough from that initial conversation that you didn’t end up buying that alarm clock after all.
You weren’t exact sure what she meant by helping resolve your time-related problems initially, but so far been helping free up your schedule in little ways; sometimes that means take care of some chores around your place while you’re at work, helping with some shopping, or assisting with the cooking.
When you asked why she was interested in doing this all for you, she went on about “wanting to better understand the lives of those trapped on the mortal coil”, and that you came across as particularly interesting to her.
And honestly, that explanation is fine enough for you.
I mean, yeah, she still wears that weird cosplay outfit you met her in fairly often, you notice some weird clock apparatus floating behind her head from time to time and get the weirdest sense of déjà vu being around her from time to time, but in a world full of craziness, sometimes trying to keep it as uncomplicated as possible was a respite in itself.
If anything, spending more time with her only reinforced two of your initial assumptions which still leave you somewhat frustrated:
” Kronii doko? Kronii koko!”
That this woman is a dork.
Between her inability to resist herself when the opportunity to make a bad pun arises and laugh heartly at her own jokes, obsess over certain anime, and the way her face contorts and you hear her do her best impression of a kettle as she silently rages at a video game she’s playing, that “sort-of cool beauty” image you initially had of her has been slowly melting over time.
” Yes, I’m sexy AND I know it.”
Actually, make that a narcissistic dork.
You can’t help but deny that the monkey part of your brain starts going bananas when you catch yourself staring like a laser at certain parts of her from time to time while she does simple activities like cooking or reading.
Whether it’s her finely shaped legs, her eyes that sparkle like sapphires, the seemingly indescribable way parts of her hair poof up like vents, or a very noticeable lack of cloth around the chest of her cosplay outfit, you end up pondering what you’ve done up to this point to have such a looker in your life.
Half the time however, she notices you boring holes into her with your gaze, and all she does is curl her lips a mischievous way and narrow her eyes back at you, not unlike how jungle predators you’ve seen on nature documentaries do right before they pounce on their prey.
Sometimes she’ll say something provocative to try and goad you, but she just as easily drops it a moment later as if she never said anything at all.
As you still aren’t 100% of her true motives, you find you’re constantly at war with yourself trying to decipher if she’s earnestly sending you signals or if you’re just overthinking it. No one gives all this unrequited kindness for no reason after all.

It’s been a long day at work and you’re glad it’s over; you had to put up with customer bullshit for a good portion of the day which left you a bit mentally exhausted, and in your desire to get home, you realize you left your apartment key in your desk at work, which means you have to carry out a little ritual to get inside.
You knock on your front door a few times; no response.
Breathing a sigh of exhaustion, you try again.
” Kronii doko?” you mutter as you knock on the door once more.
Not a second later, Kronii opens the door with a smug little look at her face.
” Kronii koko!” she replies.
You ask her if she’s just messing with you when you she does that with seemingly lightning-fast speed every time.
” As I’ve said ‘time’ and again, it’s just coincidence on your part, I suppose.”
Trying to not dwell on the fact she put extra emphasis on the T-word and that her smile right now seemed a bit too happy-looking, you head inside and head for the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge. It’s just been that kind of day.
As you hear the front door close behind you, something suddenly feels very off.
In the time it takes to blink your eyes, you suddenly find yourself staring up at the ceiling of your kitchen, unsure of how you wound up on the ground there.
You’re sure you at least 20 feet away from this spot a second ago, and you feel very disoriented all of a sudden.
And more importantly, when you look a bit to the side, you see Kronii looking down on you with a quizzical look.
” You doing alright, babe?”
Your first reaction is to remind her that your name is indeed not Babe.
” Smartass.”
You begin to want to say that you feel fine, but something nagging at you for a while now persuades you to ask an unusual question.
” Can I mess with time?”
She cocks her head slightly to the side at your relatively blunt question.
As preposterous as it sounds, over the last couple of months, you’ve been stricken with the weirdest episodes of déjà vu: thinking you dropped a glass of water on the floor only for it to be back in your hand, feeling like you were about to faceplant while walking but somehow avoiding, little events like those have been collectively pooling in the back of your memory for some time up until right now.
” Good grief, so you were intentionally ignoring it…” she lets out with an exasperated sigh as she closes eyes and her shoulders go slack.
” You know, it’s rude to intentionally act dense to a lady. I’ve seen my fair share of anime where that usually doesn’t lead to a happy end for the dude. Hell, I went through all this trouble to give you the whole lap pillow thing and you haven’t even thanked me yet.”
While you thank her for her relatively one-sided gift, you also point out that not everyone has a giant floating clock that appears above their heads sometimes either.
” You… do make a good point there. So’ry about that.”
She snaps her fingers on one hand and the giant clock apparatus she was previously pretending wasn’t there behind her shimmers away into nothingness.
She takes her other hand and begins gently stroking your head. The sensation feels different to you, but in a good way.
” So yeah… the whole ‘Warden of Time’ bit was real. You’re going to have to deal with it.”
You simply nod your head in confirmation; suddenly a bunch of little things you noticed for a while started making sense, or at least much sense as they could involving Kronii at least.
” Not gonna lie, the way you’re able to accept everything without any sort of fuss is kinda annoying me” she says, a bit of a scowl slowly forming on her face.
Her expression quickly into a smirk as she starts reaching down towards your pants and starts to undo your zipper.
You try and get up to stop her, but some unknown force prevents you from moving your arms.
” I think a little punishment is in order”.
With a gentle touch, she excavates your manhood from your boxers and begins tracing her fingers up and down along the shaft.
” Yeah, so the rules of time are pretty much arbitrary to me so I can do stuff like hold certain parts of your body frozen in time like this. Just… don’t think too hard and just go with it, okay?”
On one hand, a part of you is somewhat horrified that you’ve potentially been living with one who could slow down your sense of time to the point where a second could take years to pass, or potentially choose to age you into dust if she felt like it.
On the other, getting the lap pillow and handjob treatment is pretty rad, so all you can do is nod.
” I have to say, I like guys who blindly agree with everything I say! For that, I’ll give you a little something extra as well.”
Taking her hand off your member, she uses it and her other to remove the pin holding her ribbon to her outfit, and puts it aside.
She uses one hand to start undoing the zipper to the front part of her top, and sticks her other hand behind her to start undoing the other part.
Once she’s done, the top parts of her outfit fall off, revealing her two perfectly supple breasts which gently sway from side to side, garnished by perky pink nipples.
” Yeah, don’t think I haven’t caught you giving these beauts the old stare down” she says with a wry smile. “They are quite ravishing, aren’t they?”
She once again reaches down and starts caressing your member once more, it having grown a bit more since the new stimuli was introduced.
” I’ve got a cool time trick I can do with them! I call it “Newton’s Pai-dulum!”
With her free hand she grabs one of her breasts and gently slaps it against the other. The way her breasts bounce back and forth in perfect time end up mesmerizing you, your eyes naturally focused on which nipple ends up moving once the force is applied. Heeding her early advice, you just go with it.
She continues to stroke you offer more vigorously now, and while you slowly feel the burning sensation building in your torso, you’re far too hypnotized by her breasts to do anything about it.
With a smirk, she bends down just enough for you to think you might have a chance at getting a mouthful of those sweater puppies, but she pulls back just enough to be just out of reach.
” Did I not say this was supposed to be a punishment, my little dog?”
She continues to do this multiple times, and you even try sticking out your tongue a bit to maybe at least graze her nipples.
As your attempts on that front fail, you feel your face contort as you acknowledge her adept handiwork down south is about to push you to the limit.
” Don’t worry” she says in an oddly reaffirming tone. “I’m not mean enough to not let you finish, but I do have another little trick I can show you.”
Picking up the pace with her hand movements, you’re powerless to do anything as you feel the heat traveling through your groin straight to the tip of your member.
” Aaaaaaand… Tadaaaaah!” she yells
You only can stare flabbergasted at the unfolding scene. Long strings of ghostly-white fluids slowly spew from the tip of your dick, but presumable because of Kronii, instead of immediately falling back down to Earth, they float in the air as if your ejaculation was being captured in slow-motion.
” Good grief, you really were backed up, weren’t you?”
It seems Kronii is enjoying the show as well, her hand still very, very slowly stroking you in order to prolong your orgasm.
” I’ve got a friend who’s really into space and says this is what liquids look like in zero gravity. Pretty neat, huh?”
You wish you could form a coherent response, but you’re presently shocked at the moment from still being partially blueballed and the fact once she unfreezes time you’re going to be very sticky.
Kronii picks up on this and realizes the issue at hand.
” Don’t worry, I can fix this.”
With a snap of her fingers, you see the ribbons of floating semen slowly travel backwards into their point of origin.
There is no adequate description for the creeping sensation that is having your semen travel directly back into your balls. If you have the chance later, you plan on submitting a new definition to the term “blueballed” now to the people who make dictionaries.
” I said I’d let you finish, not that I meant I’d let you finish all over yourself” she says with a look of triumph on her face.
” Now it’s your turn to do something for me!”
She snaps her fingers, and once against you feel this unique sense of disorientation wash over your body like you did when you first entered your apartment.
When the feeling wears off, you realize you’re standing in your bedroom now. Well, standing naked with a boner that would hit a 10 on the Mohs scale at least.
And Kronii’s there too.
” Well?” she asks, raising both her arms behind her head in order to strike a pose.
” Am I hot, or am I HOT?” she says with a tone that you want to perceive as the most narcistic-sounding prompt ever.
Clarification: Kronii’s naked too for the most part.
Your eyes can’t help but try to drink her up from top to bottom. The new sight of her exposed collarbones is very much a visual feast for the eyes, and while you were able to appreciate the sight of her bosom earlier, the seductive way she uses her elbows to press her breasts together as a means of entrancing you now causes you to drool just a bit down there.
Moving your eyes down a bit more, you have to bite your lip a bit to stop yourself from chuckling at the fact that the self-proclaimed Warden of Time literally has a perfect hourglass figure. You presume mathematically-speaking you’d never see a more perfect hips-to-ass ratio in your life.
A thin little carpet of black hair just a bit below her belly button encourages your eyes keep working down until they reach their final destination: her most sacred temple entrance.
As much as you want to continue drinking this sight in, you can’t help but notice that she’s still wearing her long black socks that creep up just high up on her thighs.
” What, don’t you like them?”
You find yourself off-guard to her question, not realizing you vocalized that thought just now. Answering honestly, you tell her it’s an even bigger turn-on for you.
Her lips curl into another mischievous smile.
” Say, you mind raising your arm a bit?”
Not entirely what she’s planning next, you begin to raise your arm only to stop partway.
You look down and see that the backside of your forearm feels weirdly warm and moist now when it was dry just a moment ago.
You notice Kronii’s face looking a touch more flushed than with an even wider grin that before.
Her knees now appear to be buckling a bit, looking down you notice a small puddle directly beneath her.
”Whaaat? So stopped time so I could rub myself on your arm to help get me in the mood, big whoop.”
You can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment as the realization that she did a foreplay speedrun using your arm as a toy and you weren’t even cognizant of it washes over you.
She pulls you towards her, and escorts you onto the bed.
She turns around positions herself on the bed, her womanhood glistening as she presents herself.
She wiggles her butt directly up against your fully-engorged member; you can feel how slick her pussy is as it leaves strands of juice just from making contact with the tip of your dick.
” C’mon there, tough guy! I’m sure you’vUWAK!?”
Sensing she would only continue to egg you on just to feed her own ego, in a rare moment you were able to take advantage of her hubris and bury your member deep into her folds and grab a firm hold of both of her buttocks.
Part of you personally desired a bit more lovey-dovey foreplay up to this point, the opportunity to one up a narcissist like Kronii was too good to pass up.
”O-oh, I’m soooo going to get you back for that…” she says a grating voice that trails off a little.
She apparently was too ready to go beforehand; you were able to slide in with almost zero resistance.
You soon begin slowly gyrating your hips back and forth; the sign of your member sliding in and out of her womanhood ignites a primal feeling in your body you didn’t know you had, and with each stroke you feel your manhood reach a level of hardness you don’t think you’ve ever experienced before. Normally someplace considered “scalding hot” would be a bad place to stick your dick in, but right now you can’t imagine being anywhere else.
Kronii lets outs some little gasps with each thrust, her hands sprawled out on some nearby pillows as she holds herself up with her elbows, but even from this position you can’t completely shake off the feeling she’s setting up some sort of punchline for you.
”I got to say… Mnn… right now… Oh… you’re doing… pretty good….fffffuck!”
Part of you wants to comment on if it was necessary for her to make finger guns towards the end of that sentence, but truth be told all you can do right now it try your best to focus on what’s immediately in front of you.
The way you can feel her numerous folds clamp down on your member for dear life fills your body with a euphoria you’ve never experienced before. It feels like a losing battle: you totally understand what that one dude who made all those mollusk comparisons to the human vagina years ago was going on about.
Eventually you feel yourself picking up the pace, your hips gyrating faster now, the intensity of your movements hitting the point where you can hear Kronii’s breasts slap against her chest as her own breathing becomes more ragged as you sense yourself nearing that dangerously threshold.
” Someone thinks… they’re a big shot now huh?” you hear her bark out in a somewhat defiant tone.
” Guess it’s about ‘time’ now!”
Suddenly, your sense of time drops like it did before. This time you can move your eyes, and as you stare down, you see Kronii has vanished, your rigid member being the hardest it’s ever been just jutting into the air like some angry red dragon.
This sort of scenario should fill you with dread. Besides the whole “blueballed for a perceivable eternity” bit.
You didn’t understand why she decided she became part of your life, but you’re ultimately glad that she did.
It’s part of the reason why you resisted the impulse to consider making a move on her for so long; one bad move and she’d be gone from your life forever. Well, maybe she wouldn’t literally vanish in the time takes to blink like she apparently can do now, but once you’ve tasted the steak that was being with Kronii, you wouldn’t be able to go back to the fast-food burger life you had before her.
Instead, all you can do is imagine yourself chuckling in your head. Of course, she’d try to pull some sort of stunt like this. She was the type who knew she got it, and wanted to flaunt it all the way to the end.
All you can think to yourself is…
” Kronii doko?”
In that moment, you can feel a weight drop on you and a pleasurable warmth slowly engulf the tip of your member. As your sense of time returns to normal, you blink and see Kronii up close staring directly at you with a smirk that would put the Cheshire Cat himself to shame.
” Kronii koko~”
Quickly sensing the shift, you’re able to quickly rotate your arms and catch her. Her arms naturally wrap themselves around your shoulders, and you feel yourself once again in her warm embrace down there.
The sudden change in posture and you now touching her in new spots compared to before causes her to arch her neck back and let out an almost animal style grunt you’ve yet to hear her out of her tonight.
You quickly lock eyes, and Kronii instinctively wraps her legs around your back.
”I know”, she says with her trademark smirk. “I love me too.”
She pulls you into a deep kiss preventing you from retorting with the obvious; there’s an intoxicating sweetness what comes with it you don’t mind succumbing to. She knows what she wants, and at this point you’re more than happy to give it to her.
You arch your back a bit so you’re supporting her whole weight, and your hips truly begin bucking back and forth with a mind of their own.
You take advantage of this opportunity to get a firm grasp of one of her breasts while your other hand sinks into her rear end to keep the two of you balanced. The way your hand sinks into her silky white mounds only turns you on that much more.
A sense of renewed conquest comes to you as you continue to pound her below, and you notice her doing her best to try and not bite her lip too hard as you slowly rub her nipple between your thumb and your pointer finger. You make a mental note to absolutely try for a titjob later.
With each thrust comes a new yelp of pleasure from her. You can feel her try to wrap her legs tighter around with each thrust, and the smell of the sweat wafting up from between her breasts only heightens your desire to blow your load.
You’ve been holding on for so long that your balls feel like they’re about to burst into flames if they don’t get any release, and the friction you feel from her walls clamping down on you risk reducing you to your base element like you were raw iron being smelted.
Kronii seemingly notices this and pulls herself back, her face flushed a crimson red while ragged breathes escape her mouth.
” You’re just about there too, huh?”
Looks like she can’t hold out any longer either.
” Alright cowboy, how about a countdown?”
She shifts herself once more so she’s gripping you everywhere with 50kg gorilla grip strength.
” Don’t worry. I won’t pull that disappearing act on you again. Just make sure you match in time in me, I-I mean with me, dammit!”
Still a dork even at this point.
“ Now…three~!”
” Two...~!”
She bends her head over so she’s right up against your ear, and in her softest voice possible…
“ One~”
All you can perceive in this instance is a mental image of a supernova going off.
You explode within Kronii with such violent, orgasmic force that the amount of white you paint her insides with would make what Mount Vesuvius did to Pompeii look like a picnic.
Her body quivers in turn, her own orgasms causing her to shudder in a way you’d thought impossible, she squealing in the most girlish way possible as you feel her fingers start to dig into your shoulders. With almost perfectly timed rhythm, her own contractions match up with your own orgasms, each wave of pleasure washing over you like a warm blanket, almost as if she was trying to suck out your soul from the head of your… head.
After what feels like a short eternity passes, you feel her grip on your down there slowly relax, and tired from the ordeal, you fall backwards on the bed with your arms out, Kronii’s bodyweight applying just the right amount of pressure on your torso, both of you still gasping for air in the afterglow.
The Warden of Time slowly push herself upwards, letting out one last little squeal as she’s able to dismount herself from you. You feel your seed dripping out of her womanhood back onto your skin as if the Hoover Dam just burst.
” Wew… ha… I should be a dairy farmer… ha… look how much milk I was able to get…oof…” she manages to get out with some semblance of smug composure.
She collapses to the side and rests her head in one of your open arms, her naked body still slightly shivering after all that passed.
You both stare at the ceiling for the time, still trying to catch your respective breathes.
” Feel free to admit… I’m the best thing that’ll ever happen in your life…” she sputters out somehow managing her snarky tone.
While you can’t disagree with her and are even impressed she’s able to turn on her pride that quickly again, being the smartass you are, you can’t help but ask her if it was awkward for her to re-adjust herself while she stopped time towards the end.
” Hell yeah it was… I had to be quick about it too… otherwise I would have ruined it for myself. Just because your orgasm can be held for eternity… doesn’t mean I get that same luxury... my legs still feel kind of weak and shit…”
Those who can control time have their own worries it seems.
Eventually having collected yourself a bit more, you manage to ask Kronii how you did for a mere mortal.
” If I had to say anything, that was… super… hot.”
You’re not quite sure if it was the exact words or the breathy way that she said them, but the two of you then burst into uproarious laughter that lasts for a good half a minute.
Eventually the two of you are able to calm down and breathe a sigh of relief, still basking in it all.
” I aim to please” you manage to utter.
” Oh, now someone’s feeling confident now, aren’t they?”
A renewed look of mischief on her face, Kronii playfully grabs your floppy member, and in a matter of seconds you feel yourself springing back to life between her fingers.
Whether it’s of your own volition or Kronii just reversing time on your cock and balls, the two of you full well know there’s a good chance there’s no stopping anytime soon tonight.

Edit
Pub: 28 Aug 2021 00:16 UTC
Views: 658