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Alone in bed, Vivian stroked herself and thought of Belle. 

The image of her savior shone bright on her phone’s screen, sent to her just earlier that day by the Proxy herself. A selfie of Belle with her shirt pulled up, her breasts bare, flashing the camera a peace sign with a smile and a wink. She’d hardly been able to contain herself when she’d first gotten the notification, her pulse firing like mad as she raced to her room, embracing the privacy in which she could fully appreciate this gift from the heavens she’d received.

She’d undressed herself as well - her frilly dress and skirt gone, one hand shoved inside her pantyhose, the other fondling her breast over her negligeé. And all the while, Vivian whispered her love’s name, chanting it like a prayer as her fingers traced her clit in slow circles.

"Ahhh, Phaethon…" Vivian gasped, her breath hitching as her hips bucked against her own delicate touch. “Lord Phaethon…touch me more…”

She touched herself the way she imagined Belle would, the way she’d touched her many times, when she’d blessed Vivian with her physical presence. Her fingers were smaller than Belle’s, her nails shorter, yet they moved in the same way - slow at first, exploratory, then gradually pressing deeper, moving faster, touching more of her. They slid lower down to trace her entrance, and she moaned as she dipped them inside, just barely breaching but still sending jolts from her core through her spine.

Visions of her blue-haired beauty came unbidden to Vivian - the way Belle had blushed during their first time, the soft curve of her lips, the tenderness in her voice when she’d asked Vivian if she could keep going. Oh, to be cared for, to be worshipped, by a woman like that; there was a time when she had not dared to dream of such things, but at that moment, she had wept tears of pure joy for the first time. 

The memory spurred her, as the pace of her thrusts sped up involuntarily, wet sounds echoing through the empty air in time with her moans. “L-lord Phaethon…mmph, yes, please~”

Her eyes glazed over with fantasies, each more lurid than the last. In them, it was not her own hand between her legs, but rather Belle’s lips, smeared with her slickness as the Proxy feasted on her with gleeful indulgence. She thought of Belle’s hands on her chest, her nails tracing her thighs, her fingers in her mouth for her to taste her own climax. She thought of times when it had been the other way around - nights when her beloved Phaethon had come apart riding her face, or when Vivian had fucked her against the wall with her own strap, stars in her eyes even as Belle had begged for the banshee’s hands around her neck.

Vivian wished more than anything that Belle was here, now, watching her. She hoped at the very least that she was watching through her camera, that she’d hacked into her phone somehow to witness the results of her teasing texts. As her thumb moved up to rub her clit, her fingers curling hard against her walls from within, Vivian hoped more than anything that Belle knew the depths of her devotion.

And as she came, her voice breaking as shudders wracked her body, pleading for her lord Phaethon, her Belle…she imagined her lover doing the same, on the other side of New Eridu, pleasuring herself with Vivian’s name on her lips.

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“Are you enjoying yourself?” Himeko scowled, glaring at her captor with defiance raging behind her amber eyes.

Kafka merely chuckled beneath her breath, utterly unfazed as she savored the masterpiece laid out before her. The famed navigator of the Astral Express, tied to a chair in her own private safehouse, stripped down to nothing but her undergarments - a tantalizing display, one which no other being in the universe had the privilege or the right to behold for themselves…no one else, except for her. How lucky she must be, to have fate reward her so. 

“I think we both know the answer to that question,” she replied, lazily tracing her finger over Himeko’s bare clavicle. “Including the fact that it goes both ways.”

“Go to hell,” Himeko spat, though she noticeably didn’t recoil from the Stellaron Hunter’s touch as she began to carefully massage her shoulders. “You’re sick, you know that? Breaking into the Express, kidnapping me in broad daylight, and for what? Money? Blackmail? Or just another one of your demented mind games?”

“And once again,” Kafka drawled, as her hands moved lower - dangerously lower, in fact, all the way down to playfully squeeze her chest - “you keep asking me questions that answer themselves.” She felt the navigator’s breath hitch as she began to fondle her breasts, her lips tracing the shell of Himeko’s ear. “Which is to say, my dear Himeko, that it’s pretty much all of the above.”

Himeko bit her tongue to stifle a moan as the Stellaron Hunter’s dextrous fingers played with her nipples - pinching them, pulling them, rolling them beneath calloused thumbs as Kafka’s teeth dragged over her throat. She half-heartedly struggled against her restraints, knowing every action she took only pushed her further into her captor’s cruel hands, something that she relished deep within her subconscious. 

She knew Kafka wouldn’t hurt her, not really - her threats were all just part of the scene they were playing out, casting them as the wanted criminal and her helpless damsel in distress. Yet as Kafka bit down on Himeko’s pulse point hard enough to make her gasp, sucking a hickey onto pale flesh as she let her hand slide across the bare plane of her stomach, she found herself entranced, aroused by the danger, even if the stakes were purely simulated.

And that feeling doubled when she felt Kafka’s fingers slip between her legs, tracing the length of her entrance through the fabric of her panties just hard enough to make her thighs twitch. “Fuck,” she breathed, gasping through gritted teeth. “Stop teasing me already.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you, sweet thing,” Kafka lied, eyes sparkling with malicious intent. “Can you repeat the question for me? Maybe beg a little more this time?”

“You know what I meant,” Himeko snapped. “Just...damn it, Kafka, make me cum already! Please! That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it?”

The Stellaron Hunter’s grin was one of cold triumph - the smile of a predator with a rabbit in its jaws, knowing its prey has given up the fight. “Good girl,” she purred, walking around the chair to kneel in front of Himeko, sliding her hands up to get a firm grip on her thighs. “Now we both get what we want. See how easy it is when you ask nicely?”

Warm breath washed over the redhead’s cunt, and this time she couldn’t silence the sounds that left her lips. “I hate you,” she muttered under her breath, though the blush on her cheeks told a much different story.

“We both know that’s not true,” Kafka murmured, voice husky with anticipation. “You don’t hate me, baby. And I’m about to prove it.”

And indeed, the sound of Himeko’s keening moans echoing through the room as Kafka went to work was all the proof she needed.

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Though her hips burned with each thrust, and her whole body was drenched in sweat, Yukong could not tear her eyes away from the sight of her two lovers atop her mattress. 

Tingyun rode Feixiao’s face with zealous enthusiasm, moaning without shame as her tails twitched in response to the general’s ferocious tongue. Calloused hands pawed over Tingyun’s body, squeezing her ass, tweaking her breasts - all while Yukong knelt between Feixiao’s legs to fuck her with a jade strap-on, one she’d kept in her private collection for occasions such as this.

With every thrust, Yukong watched the general’s muscle-bound body writhe and flex - her toned abs hardened, her back arched, her powerful thighs squeezed around Yukong’s hips just a little tighter, silently commanding her not to stop. And the faster her hips moved, the louder Feixiao moaned into Tingyun’s pussy, sending the younger Foxian reeling into another fit of ecstasy.

“Ohhhhh, Lan yes~” Tingyun’s head lolled as Feixiao’s tongue pressed against her G-spot, curling deep within her walls with a level of overwhelming precision the general normally saved for the battlefield. “Mmmmm, your tongue…so good…”

Feixiao parted from her feast to flash Tingyun a wink and a cocky grin, her lips and chin already soaked with her sweetness. “Keep talking, Miss Tingyun. I love hearing a pretty girl tell me how good I am at making her scream.”

“Yukong, you should have a turn with her afterwards,” Tingyun continued, looking over her shoulder to see the older woman still thrusting away, stealing a moment to ogle her breasts swaying from the effort. “Seriously - nngh, she’s a natural at this!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yukong chided. “After all, I’m still waiting for the moment I can have you all to myself, Tingyun.”

“Someone’s jealous,” Feixiao teased, her voice muffled by Tingyun’s folds as she began to eat her out twice as vigorously - a silent challenge to the other woman in the room.

And even despite her age, Yukong was never one to back down from a challenge. “Maybe I am. Or perhaps you’re too arrogant to think I can’t have it both ways.”

One of Yukong’s hands tightened its grip on Feixiao’s hips hard enough to bruise - the other reached up to press down on the general’s clit. As soon as two of her fingers pinched the engorged pink button, Feixiao’s hips jolted as if they’d been shocked, and Yukong took sadistic pleasure in the audible high-pitched moan that left the other woman’s mouth in response.

Feixiao realized at that moment she no longer had the upper hand, and the rush of adrenaline she felt then was nearly enough to make her cum right then and there. Instead, she let out a rumbling peal of laughter, looked right at Yukong, and growled, “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

And so the three Foxians went back at it three times as hard, emboldened by the newfound spirit of competition that had overtaken the scene. And the more intense Yukong and Feixiao’s rivalry grew, the more orgasms Tingyun had - for no matter who won, the pleasure they were both overwhelming her with meant that she would always come out on top.

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Sara didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Honestly, she didn’t - the very thought of listening in on her Archon's private business without her knowledge felt akin to blasphemy. And yet, here she was, doing exactly that.

It wasn’t even her fault, really; it wasn’t like she was trying to spy on the Raiden Shogun, or that she’d come to her private bedchambers with the intent of engaging in some depraved act of espionage. All she’d wanted from her was to ask a question of whether she might have misplaced her spear - hardly a question worth bothering the Shogun with personally, in hindsight, but the hour was late enough that Sara had presumed she wouldn’t be occupied with any pressing matters. Besides, what was the harm in showing a little initiative?

She hadn’t expected the doors to the Shogun’s bedroom to be open, just a crack - barely enough to let faint candlelight shine out into the dim hallways. Nor was the Kujou General prepared for the sounds she heard from within; not only could she hear the Raiden Shogun, but another woman’s voice as well…one who was clearly enjoying herself.

“That’s it, my dear,” whispered Yae Miko, her voice husky and drunk on lust. “Keep going, just like that. You’re taking me so well~”

The whine that the Raiden Shogun let out at that was unlike anything Kujou Sara had ever heard. It was so unlike the Shogun, such a dissonance from her public persona of unyielding divine authority, that Sara immediately recognized that she had witnessed a side of her Eminence that she was never meant to see.

And yet she could not bring herself to leave - some part of her, buried deep within, knowing she was party to something deeply intimate, yearned to see what happened next. 

As she bent her head to peek through the gap in the door, her vision adjusting to see the source of those filthy sounds, Sara barely managed to choke down a gasp. She could not see much through the narrow opening, but she could see enough - the barest glimpse of bare flesh, two bodies entwined on silken sheets. Pink hair splayed across the mattress as Yae laid on her back, looking up with hooded eyes at the Raiden Shogun straddling her waist, bouncing up and down on a smooth pink phallus buckled to the shrine maiden’s hips. Sara could not see the Shogun’s face, but she could hear her gasps, the wet slap of flesh, the way her breath stuttered as she moaned the other woman’s name.

“Yae…” she rasped, voice broken yet still so elegant, in a way that sent heat rushing down Sara’s loins. “Yae, I-I’m close…I need-”

“Shhhhh,” the foxy maiden crooned, reaching up to hold the Shogun’s hand, their fingers entwined in a way that felt more intimate than the act of sex itself. “I know, dear. Go ahead and cum for me, Ei.”

As if on cue, the Shogun fell to pieces - her spine going rigid, curving backwards as she climaxed with a guttural scream. Sweat mixed with other fluids as her cries faded to whimpers, a goddess reduced to an animal in heat, yet still never losing her transcendent beauty even in this moment of primal lust.

In that moment, though the realization filled her with shame, she had never looked more radiant to Kujou Sara. It almost felt as if they were one, their pleasure shared through a momentary glance, as Sara’s nerves buzzed with a sympathetic high of bliss.

At some point, the general realized that her hand was between her legs - much to her utter mortification. She didn’t remember when she’d first gotten the urge to touch herself to the sounds of her Shogun riding another woman. She didn’t remember moving at all. Archons, what was she doing? How could this get any more embarrassing?

She needn’t have asked, of course - for it was mere seconds later that Sara looked back up through the peephole, and saw Yae Miko staring right back at her, smiling without a care in the world even as the Shogun slumped against her chest. At first, she offered nothing but silence…and then she winked.

“Well?” she purred. “Are you just going to stand there, General Kujou? Or are you going to come inside and join us?”

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Perched on one elbow, Navia gazed down at her lover with a warm smile, savoring how Clorinde’s body glistened in the afterglow of morning sex. The rise and fall of her breasts, her pale skin dappled with Navia’s lipstick, the faint rosy hue of her cheeks…it was a sight the blonde felt privileged to see. The perfect thing for a woman of her position to wake up to - a proper tone-setter for the day to come.

Her lips curved into a mischievous grin as a naughty idea came to her - slowly, gently, she traced her fingers up the curve of Clorinde’s inner thigh, scooping up the lingering wetness there from her most recent climax. She couldn’t help but giggle at the way her lover’s thighs twitched reflexively, still sensitive as the aftershocks rippled through her nerves. Still, Navia was careful as she gathered up the duelist’s juices onto her fingers, not wanting to overstimulate the poor woman…at least, not yet. There’d be time for that later in the day, after all.

“Look here, baby,” she whispered, voice sweet as sugar and twice as addicting. “Look at me. I want you to see this.”

Much to her delight, Clorinde sat up and obeyed without hesitation, turning her head to stare at the blonde with pupils blown wide and hazy. Navia’s heart swelled with glee; Clorinde always looked so adorable post-climax, like a loyal golden retriever waiting for commands.

With a salacious grin, Navia raised her now-dripping-wet hand to her lips, and began to lick her fingers clean. She dragged her tongue up the length of one digit, taking her time, making sure to prolong every last second. Once she reached the end of one finger, she swirled her tongue around the tip - once, twice, three times - before sliding the whole thing into her mouth and sucking on it, moaning as the sweet ambrosia hit her taste buds like gunsmoke and honey. 

Clorinde’s cheeks went scarlet, then white-hot; her eyes went wide as she swallowed dust and her fingers tightened in the sheets. It was like she was hypnotized, utterly unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of her lover’s scandalous display. The way she looked at Navia, she might as well have been staring straight into the gateways of Celestia itself - and fuck, if that never failed to make Navia’s heart skip a beat.

She couldn’t help herself - she slipped her finger out from between her lips with a soft wet pop, and offered the rest to Clorinde’s waiting half-open mouth.

No words needed to be spoken; Clorinde took Navia’s hand in her own trembling grasp, before guiding not one, but two of her fingers between her pursed lips without hesitation. There was no showboating this time, no preamble - just the pure devotion of a loyal duelist worshipping the hands of the Spina de Rosula’s president like they were the only ones she had ever held. She never broke eye contact with Navia, not once, staring directly at her whilst she sucked on her fingers, swirling her tongue around them, even allowing her to thrust them in and out of her mouth as if she was fucking her throat. All for her, everything for her. 

Navia would hardly admit it, but the sight nearly brought her to tears. Love - pure, carnal, raw love - flooded her heart like a dam bursting, as Clorinde pulled away gasping to press a feather-light kiss to her lady’s knuckles. 

“You were right,” she murmured, a hint of gravel in her voice. “We should do this more often.”

An involuntary peal of laughter burst forth from Navia’s lips, high and lilting in her throat as she fell atop Clorinde to seize her lips in a kiss, unable to control herself any longer.

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“Mmph! Y-Yuzuha!!! S-slow down, will you?”

Yuzuha snickered at the sound of Alice’s barely-muffled cries, grinning mischievously into the curve of her girlfriend’s neck as her fingers danced beneath the hem of her swimsuit. “Awww, poor little bunny,” she cooed, voice thick with condescension. “What’s the matter? You really can’t keep your voice down?”

Alice whined as her eyebrows furrowed with indignation. “Sh-shut up! You’re not helping, you- ahhh! Mmmf-”

Hastily, she clapped a hand over her mouth and bit down on her thumb, stifling the filthy moans that left her throat as Yuzuha’s fingers found her clit and began to circle it. Her head tipped back to rest against the cool stones of the inlet she was propped up against, hiding them from the crowds as the redhead finger-fucked Alice whilst whispering filthy taunts into her ears. Golden rays of sunlight stretched down to mingle with the summer breeze, filling Alice’s body with warmth in more ways than one.

Just beyond the salty rocks of the inlet, she could hear the sounds of the other beachgoers - laughing, talking, splashing in the waves just feet from their impromptu tryst. The mere thought of being exposed terrified Alice as much as it titillated her…not that she’d ever admit that to Yuzuha, of course. She’d never hear the end of it otherwise.

“Ooh, you’re getting really close, huh?” The redhead’s voice was like a siren’s song, raspy with lust yet never losing that playful edge as she toyed with her without remorse. “C’mon, I felt that twitch. Don’t try to deny it.”

Alice’s lips scrunched into a pout, trying her best to maintain even a brief facade of defiance. “I’m not denying it,” she insisted, though her voice was getting shakier with each passing second. “If anything, you’re the one who’s - nngh - drawing this out…”

Yuzuha had the audacity to wink at that answer, emerald eyes shimmering with mischief. “Hehe, guilty,” she teased, pressing soft nips across Alice’s jaw by way of apology. “But if you want me to stop, you know what you have to do. Right?”

“I-I…” The bunny Thiren’s voice trailed off into a stammer, biting her tongue to deny Yuzuha the satisfaction. “I won’t…I…”

Yuzuha’s smile could have cut diamonds. “Sayyyyy iiiiiiit~”

“...Please…” Alice whispered, softer than the wind itself. “Fine, you win, just…please.”

“Please what?” The fingers within Alice’s passage slowed, ever so slightly, as the tanuki’s torment of her lover continued. “I can’t heaaaar youuuu~”

Perhaps that extra taunt was too much for the poor girl to take - it didn’t matter. They had already passed the point of shamelessness long ago, after all. There was nothing left to do but see it through to the end.

“Yuzuha,” Alice pleaded, her last threshold of dignity discarded as she squealed, “please just make me cum already!!!”

On the other side of the intel, a group of tourists looked over in confusion, as a curiously-loud squeal echoed across the beach like a whistle. They couldn’t see what the source might have been, but those screams sounded almost like those of a bunny rabbit - high-pitched and keening, almost panicked, yet also…ecstatic?

In the end, nobody thought it was worth investigating. “Must have just been the wind,” they thought to themselves, none the wiser to the lewd events that had transpired on that very beach just feet away from them, on a blissfully unassuming summer day.

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Everything came at a price with Jade. That was the golden rule when dealing with the notorious Stoneheart of Credit; if you wanted something from her, you had to be prepared to give up something in return. Not even her fellow Stonehearts of the IPC were exempt from this rule - a fact which Topaz was all too keenly aware of, especially on a night like tonight.

The blindfold over her eyes heightened every other sensation - the sound of her breath, the feel of silken ropes binding her wrists to the headboard of Jade’s bed, the warmth of her lips as they descended upon Topaz’s breasts. She was not gentle as her teeth scraped over pale flesh, pulling back as far as the skin would allow, staking a claim on as-yet-unblemished territory. Yet for every bruise she left, Jade’s tongue would follow, like a scavenger after the lion had claimed its share of the feast.

Her fingers, too, were not absent from the scene; acrylic nails dragged over the nipple Jade’s mouth had not claimed, twisting and tugging as Topaz thrashed atop the sheets. There was an emptiness within her core that she yearned to be filled, yet she dared not speak, her thoughts silenced with a silent scream and a cacophony of breathless moans. For if she begged for more, who knew what else Jade would demand she give in return? 

Topaz had already given Jade so much: her body, as a plaything for Jade to ruin; her freedom, as she now lay bare and restrained, a captive to the serpent’s fang; and her very senses, so she could not even see what torments her senior Stoneheart had yet in store for her. Yet for all that she had sacrificed, she had done so gladly - for Jade gave as much as she took, and what she gave in return was pleasure. The pleasure of being pampered, owned, and used. 

Nothing else could compare to this, and so she dared not ask for more. Not as her breasts tingled with countless lipstick stains, not as she felt Jade’s mouth quest downwards, teeth dragging across Topaz’s toned stomach only to pause as a serpentine tongue dipped into her navel, making her breath hitch and her hips shake. Not even as she felt that same tongue seconds later licking up her inner thighs, each stroke moving closer and closer to the sweet bounty between her legs.

Her body lurched at the first stroke of Jade’s tongue through her folds, long and slow, every lingering inch feeling like a thousand fireworks. Her thighs tried to close around her senior’s head but her grip was firm, fingers kneading the ample flesh and allowing her to enjoy her meal without interruption. Topaz’s hips buckled as she felt a familiar pattern being traced beneath her clit - Jade’s signature, written in her signature spiraling cursive, a reminder of her place.

The world shrunk, then spun, as Topaz was reduced to a mere plaything, an overstimulated mess that could do nothing but moan and thrash against the bed. Devoid of sight, unable to think, the universe ceased to exist save for the cruel tongue assaulting her cunt, and the sadistic goddess to whom it belonged. In that moment, Topaz felt impossibly small, as though she could fit in the palm of Jade’s hand…and yet, somehow, the thought gave her comfort. It made her feel safe. She trusted this woman utterly, even when facing sensual annihilation at her hands.

And when she came apart, screaming to the stars as her juices coated Jade’s lips, her pussy squirting from the sheer stimulation, the silk of her blindfold was stained with tears of gratitude. 

Eventually, Topaz fell back down from the heavens, limbs slack, throat sore, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks. Too exhausted to continue, she tried to pull her hips back from Jade’s tongue and lips - only to find her efforts thwarted by a firm hand pressed against her abdomen, keeping her still whilst Jade continued to flutter over her folds.

“Not yet, Jelena,” she purred, smothering her cunt in butterfly kisses. “I want more. You can give me more, can’t you?”

Everything for a price. Everything she could give. Anything she wanted.

Topaz gave a feeble nod. She couldn't see Jade's smile in that moment, but she knew it was there, hidden in the proud lilt of her voice. "Good girl." 

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According to the rules of Suibian Temple, the disciples of Yunkui Summit were to leave behind all worldly desires and vices before they could properly begin their training. Those rules, however, did not apply to Ethernet usage on the premises - a relatively recent change implemented by High Preceptor Yixuan, who fortunately had enough intuition to recognize cutting oneself off from the rest of the world entirely might be a short-sighted idea in a world beset by the Hollows.

Therefore, none of the disciples took any issue with Belle bringing her laptop with her during her stay in the temple, and she would remain eternally grateful for her hosts’ generosity. Mainly, of course, because it meant she could stay in touch with all the friends she’d left behind in the Janus Quarter, all of whom she missed so dearly.

Well, that, and also have some hot webcam sex with them too. She still had needs, after all.

Tonight, those needs found Belle alone in her dormitory, sitting on her bed half-naked on a video call with Anby. One hand was already down her skirt as she watched her white-haired companion bouncing on a dildo on the other end of the screen, her hips rising and falling at a methodical pace, never stopping or even slowing for a second. Anby’s slim fingers rubbed at her clit in time with her thrusts, whilst the other hand moved out of frame, presumably to fondle her petite breasts for some added stimulation.

Belle watched the taut muscles in her stomach flex around the toy, drooling at the sight; Anby’s body was slim yet well-built, and the Proxy couldn’t get enough of it. She closed her eyes and imagined Anby was in her room - that for a moment, they weren’t divided by a screen, and she could feel the Cunning Hare riding her own strap-on instead.

It took a while for her to notice that Anby had stopped moving, but eventually, Belle noticed that the telltale slick sounds of her hips grinding in place had ceased. When she opened her eyes, Anby was fiddling with the webcam on her end, staring directly into the lens with an odd look of concentration.

“...Anby?” Belle eventually asked, hesitant and a little confused, while also trying not to give away the disappointment of her fantasy coming to a temporary pause. “Why’d you-”

“Hang on,” Anby interrupted, mumbling to herself as her mouse clicked several times. “Give me a second, I’m trying something.”

Before Belle could ask what exactly she was trying to do, the filter suddenly changed; first it went from normal lighting to black and white, then to a glaringly-yellow hue, before quickly resolving to a calmer sepia-toned lens. Anby seemed satisfied with this, giving a quick nod before tilting the webcam back down to face the headboard rather than the ceiling, and preparing the dildo once again without any further explanation.

Naturally, Belle was very confused. “Anby, what the hell was that?”

“The lighting was off,” replied the other girl, utterly nonchalant in her explanation. “Sometimes the normal filter on these cameras captures too much background glare, so you can’t see as much. I found the settings, and I thought this filter was much more cinematic.”

“That’s…huh.” Belle couldn’t find it within herself to get mad; she knew perhaps better than anyone about Anby’s cinephile tendencies, and she should’ve known those tendencies would carry over to the bedroom in a moment like this. Plus, she had to admit, the lighting was much better now - she could see the faint glimmer of Anby’s slick dripping down her thighs now, every lewd detail cast in greater clarity than ever before.

A sly smile crept across Belle’s face as she licked her lips. “Well, you’re right about one thing,” she murmured, a note of mischievous anticipation in her voice. “This lighting makes you look absolutely-”

“Hang on,” Anby interrupted, suddenly moving forward to fiddle with the camera again. “I should zoom out more too, so you can see my face at a better angle.”

Belle let out a long, exhausted sigh, taking her hand out of her pants for the time being. This was going to be a much longer night than she’d thought.

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“There, that should do it,” Ningguang declared, tightening up the last of the ropes. “I trust that’s tight enough for you to be comfortable?”

Beidou smirked back at her wife as she playfully struggled against her bindings, looking pleased when they held nice and firm. “I could stand to be a little less comfortable,” she drawled, giving a sly wink with her good eye.

The Tianquan didn’t take the bait - simply stepping back and rising to her full height to admire the masterpiece she’d made of Beidou’s pliant form. Crimson ropes criss-crossed over the pirate captain’s muscular body, framing her chest in an intricate harness. Her arms were bound behind her back, folded over one another in a box tie, while her legs were restrained in a frog tie that left her kneeling on the floor of Ningguang’s private penthouse in the Jade Chamber.

Of all the treasures in her collection, this was surely the most precious. The renowned pirate captain Beidou, helmsmaster of the Crux, tied up on her knees for Ningguang and loving every second of it. 

Ningguang let a ghost of a smile cross her lips as she reached down to cup Beidou’s chin. “Safeword, dearest?”

“Don’t need one,” Beidou scoffed, tongue darting out to lick the Tianquan’s palm, daring her to bite back. “What, you going soft on me all of a sudden?”

Her grip tightened on the captain’s chin, forcing her to look upward as Ningguang’s amber eyes bored into her wife’s gaze with bottomless intensity. “I asked you nicely,” she intoned, voice dangerously low. “I will not ask again, and whatever happens next will be on your head.”

Beidou shivered at the rough treatment, silently relishing every moment of being dominated by the woman she loved. This was the game they played, a verbal chess match in which one set the terms, and the other would test how far those rules could bend before they broke - and when Beidou broke the rules, Ningguang would be quick to correct her. Which, of course, was in itself the point of the game, because getting punished was what Beidou wanted more than anything. So Ningguang wasn’t going to give it to her - not yet, at least.

Instead, she played the long game; she tightened the leash just hard enough for Beidou to feel it around her throat, and waited until she gave away her bluff. It didn’t take long - a few seconds, the silence compounding around their ears, and all that bravado deflated as she finally whispered her answer. “...Peaches.”

Ningguang couldn’t stifle an amused snort at the banality of her chosen safeword. “Peaches? Really? That’s the first thing that comes to mind?”

“Look, I don’t know what else you want from me, here,” Beidou muttered, cheeks flushed as she chewed her lip in frustration. “You got your damn safeword, now hurry up and-”

“Oh, so now you’re in a hurry,” snarked the Tianquan, her eyes flashing with smug satisfaction as she watched Beidou swallow a breath, floundering like a fish on dry land. “You forget yourself, my love. I asked you nicely, after all; you should do the same.”

The captain exhaled deeply through her nose, then looked up at her wife with a look of pure devotion - nothing but utter submission in that one scarlet eye of hers. “Please,” she begged. “Will you please just fuck me already, Ningguang?”

Ningguang smiled like a serpent, tongue sliding over her teeth as she savored the sound of Beidou’s pleas. “It would be my pleasure,” she purred, leaning down to seize her wife’s lips in a feverish kiss. 

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Stelle couldn’t keep her hands off of Firefly as they stumbled through the halls of the Radiant Feldspar. Like twin magnets drawn inexorably towards another, they were inseparable, their lips crashing together in a storm of kisses again and again, whispering and giggling between breaths at the sheer absurdity of it all. Firefly chided the Trailblazer for being impatient, and she wasn’t wrong; Stelle hated waiting, especially when it came to her lover, but she held herself back anyway, though it took every fiber of willpower within her body.

And the minute they burst into Stelle’s private penthouse suite aboard the massive airship, she was already pinning Firefly against the door to kiss her hard enough to leave her gasping, before quickly falling to her knees and shoving her head beneath her skirt.

“What- ahh~!” Firefly gasped as she felt a hot, wet tongue pierce her folds, Stelle wasting no time in shoving her panties aside and eating her out in earnest. “O-ohh, Aeons…you’re really eager tonight, huh?”

The Trailblazer’s mouth was too full to answer, but she did let out a soft moan as she felt Firefly’s hand come to rest on the back of her head, gently nudging her forward in a silent invitation. Stelle reached up to grab ahold of her lover’s thighs for stability, and Firefly spread her legs a little further without hesitation, giving her even greater access to her meal.

Admittedly, Stelle had not been very skilled at first when it came to eating pussy; even now, she considered herself an amateur at best, at least compared to some of the other impossibly-beautiful women she’d met on her travels. But at the very least, she’d gotten a lot of practice since her first time. And what she lacked in finesse, she made up for in sheer, overwhelming passion.

Her lips and tongue moved with a mind of their own, lavishing Firefly’s clit with a hurricane of sloppy licks and kisses, a never-ending cavalcade that left the Stellaron Hunter’s folds soaked with spit and her own slick. There was no technique to the way Stelle devoured her pussy, no pattern or rhythm to the way her tongue thrust deep within her walls and slurped up her juices like they were the only thing keeping her alive - only a bone-deep hunger, and an insatiable love for the woman trembling above her. She wanted Firefly, wanted to taste her, to make her feel good, to hear her scream her name and watch her cum on her face. No other force in the universe could stop her from achieving this - Nanook THEMself could try to pry Stelle’s face away and she would bite THEIR hand off without a second thought.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop,” Firefly groaned, fingers weaving ever-tighter in Stelle’s loose gray locks as her hips rocked against her face, smearing her chin with her nectar. “I’m close, Stelle, so close- ahh! Please don’t stop, please please please~”

Stelle sensed the twitch in Firefly’s thighs, the quiver in her voice, and immediately curled her tongue against her g-spot. The Stellaron Hunter thrashed against the wall, keening wails leaving her throat as Stelle worked her harder and faster than ever before, until her climax crested and she flooded her mouth with her sweet, sweet release. She had trouble hearing as Firefly’s thighs squeezed her head, but the taste of her juices was all the reward she needed.

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Zhu Yuan never went anywhere on the job without a trusty pair of handcuffs; she was not, however, used to being on the other side of them. Neither was she accustomed to getting fucked in an interrogation room in the middle of her shift. And yet, it seemed that fate had conspired to put her in exactly that position.

The buxom Public Security officer was bent over the interrogation table, wrists chained in front of her to hold her still as her body thrashed and bucked in place, subjected to the sadistic whims of one Jane Doe. The cunning rat Thiren, unlike her companion, was fully clothed as she stood behind Zhu Yuan and ruthlessly finger-fucked her, savoring the way her plump ass rippled with each thrust, already marked with numerous handprints.

“You’re so tight,” Jane purred sultrily, her voice an aphrodisiac that dripped into Zhu Yuan’s ears like sweet poison. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well. What a good little slut you are~”

“Sh-shut up!” Zhu Yuan whimpered, burying her face in her hands in a futile attempt to shield herself as blushed redder than a tomato. “Y-you’re so unfair, teasing me like- AHH!”

A high-pitched moan, akin to a squeal, left her mouth as Jane’s palm smacked down on her bare ass once again, cutting off her train of thought. “Shhh, quiet now,” the rat warned with a predator’s smile, kneading the bruised flesh of her cheeks to soothe the pain. “We don’t want anybody to walk in and see you like this, do we?”

It was a bluff, and Zhu Yuan knew it. The whole interrogation room was abandoned while they were using it. The cameras were off, the doors were locked, and the entire chamber was soundproofed by default; even the one-way mirror had been shuttered to provide total privacy. But Zhu Yuan bit her lip anyway and choked down her screams as Jane’s fingers prodded her clit, purely because she was nothing if not devoted to the rules - and down here, Jane’s rules were the only ones that mattered.

Jane’s smile widened as she crouched down to eye level with Zhu Yuan’s cunt, licking her lips with anticipation. “Good girl,” she cooed, leaning in to take a lick up her entrance. “Time for your reward, cutie.”

It took everything Zhu Yuan had not to scream as Jane’s thumbs spread her folds, allowing her to bury her face between her thighs. Silently, she thanked whatever divinities might be out there that the interrogation table was bolted to the ground, as her wrists jerked hard against the cuffs and her body was reduced to wild spasms. Muffled moans and whines filled the room as her hips pushed back against Jane’s skilled tongue, and Zhu Yuan felt her mind begin to fog over from overstimulation. She had never felt more helpless - or more aroused - in her entire life, and she wasn’t sure whether she wanted this moment to last forever or to end as soon as possible.

The answer, as it turned out, was not up to her - as several agonizing minutes later, right as she felt herself on the cusp of an orgasm, Jane Doe pulled away from her sopping-wet pussy and left her unfulfilled. She laughed as Zhu Yuan groaned in frustration, pressing one last sloppy kiss to her folds before standing up once again, patting her sore ass for good measure. “So needy,” she hummed, reaching over to her satchel. “Don’t worry, your reward is still coming. In fact, I should have it with me…”

Zhu Yuan was about to ask what could possibly be worth prolonging her torment this far, and then she felt it - a round, plastic, very thick object pressing against her entrance. 

Her eyes went wide, her jaw working silently in shock. “You…you brought that to work???”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jane’s response was casual, infuriatingly so, as she tightened the strap-on around her waist, guiding it into position. “We both know how much you missed it.”

“That’s…y-you are such- OHHHMYGOD, JAAANE~!!!”

By the end of her break, Zhu Yuan was walking with a limp, and Jane Doe couldn’t wipe the grin off her face for the rest of the day. None of the other officers had anything to say about that, and if they did, they wisely elected to keep their mouths shut.

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It wasn’t unusual for clients to request more…intimate services from Victoria Housekeeping; it was, after all, an unfortunate stereotype associated with maid work that a maid would be willing to service their master’s every desire, no matter how debauched. (That, and the adult members of the agency were all extraordinarily attractive, and each of them had thus gathered a sizable fanbase of admirers.)

 Still, while sex work wasn’t illegal in New Eridu, Victoria Housekeeping reserved the right to turn down requests for escort services if they felt uncomfortable doing so…with a few notable exceptions, of course.

“Ahhh, oh fuck! Harder, Ellen, bite me harder! Please~”

For once in her life, Ellen Joe followed orders without any complaints - biting down ravenously on Belle’s perky nipple and sucking it into her mouth. The Proxy shrieked in bliss as she clutched onto Ellen’s head whilst bouncing up and down on the shark Thiren’s strap. Soon, another throbbing hickey adorned Belle’s tits, joined by all the other marks Ellen’s razor-sharp teeth had left behind, and soon to be joined by many more.

Rina laughed fondly from her position kneeling behind Belle, arms wrapped around the Proxy’s waist to guide her pace, as her lips soon found Belle’s in a noisy, desperate kiss. “I take it you’re enjoying our services, dear Proxy?” the older maid cooed, her fingers coming up to tease the breast that Ellen’s mouth wasn’t mauling.

“God, yes,” Belle whimpered, breathless between Rina’s kisses, eyes glazed over with a look of sheer contentment. “I love it, love everything you’re doing. Feels so good…”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Rina giggled, lips drifting downwards to ghost over Belle’s jaw. “I must confess, I was quite excited to hear your call this afternoon. Ellen and I have been wanting to treat you to this kind of pleasure for quite some time~”

Ellen grumbled something unintelligible, what with Belle’s tit-flesh in her mouth, before she reluctantly pulled back with a wet POP and looked up at Rina with a pouty expression. “Don’t just say that!” She snapped, her tail slapping against the mattress emphatically. “You promised you wouldn’t tell her that I-”

“Now, now, calm down, Ellen,” the older maid chided, wagging her finger in her companion’s face. “Belle has a right to know how you feel about her. I was hoping you’d tell her yourself, honestly - I do apologize for breaking your trust.”

“Ugh, whatever,” Ellen scoffed, brushing off the incident as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, before turning to Belle with a noticeable blush. “Just, don’t make a big deal out of it or anything…but yeah, I, uh, I’m glad you’re having fun tonight, and stuff.”

“Aww, Ellen…” Belle murmured, hearts forming in her lovestruck puppy-dog eyes. “That’s so sweet of you-OHHH~!”

“Shut up!!!” The tomboy maid growled as she smacked Belle’s bare ass, thrusting her hips up to fuck the Proxy twice as hard as she did before, until the only thing leaving her lips were slutty broken moans instead of love confessions. “Idiot!! Just shut up and cum already!”

Rina just sighed, shaking her head fondly as her hands idly played with Belle’s breasts, her heart warming with amusement at the scene playing out. “Young love…”

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Amber moaned involuntarily around the dildo’s length as it slowly slid into her mouth, stuffing her throat as she clung tighter to Eula’s hips. She took it deep, eyes watering from the thickness nearly choking her but never relenting, looking straight into Eula’s eyes all the while and savoring the way they darkened with lust when she reached the base of her strap-on.

“Good girl,” Eula purred, licking her lips and reaching down to rustle her lover’s hair, taking care not to disturb her ribbon whilst her fingers tousled Amber’s messy brown locks. “You’re taking me so well…I must admit, your fortitude never ceases to amaze me, my loyal rabbit.”

“Mmmmph- pwah!” Amber’s lips messily smacked as she slid back off the tip of the dildo, one hand slowly stroking its length back and forth, as if the toy were made of flesh and blood rather than silicon. “Happy to be of service!” she giggled, still blushing from the thrill of it all. “I was excited when you told me you needed my help to test all these dildos…I think that one was, what? Six inches?”

“Seven, actually,” replied the Spindrift Knight, puffing her chest out slightly to emphasize her impressiveness. “And that was only the third-smallest in this particular collection~”

Amber shivered with glee as she leaned in to press a feather-soft kiss the tip of Eula’s strap. “You’re too good to me,” she murmured, eyes sparkling with adoration.

Eula’s grin could have blinded Celestia from sheer, unadulterated smugness. “I know,” she replied, gripping Amber’s chin to pull her up into a fiery kiss. “And I’ll have my vengeance for it. Because tonight, each and every one of these toys is going inside you~”

It went without saying that Amber’s praise boosted her girlfriend’s ego like no other force on Teyvat, and the Outrider loved every second of it. She adored Eula’s grandiose haughtiness and flair for dramatics, even if she knew it was largely a facade; the fact that she was one of the few people for whom Eula dropped the mask made it all the more endearing. And the same went doubly for the Spindrift Knight herself - what was once purely a coping mechanism had become a performance for a loving audience of one, a vehicle for which she could share her wealth and power for the sake of enacting all manner of glorious erotic and romantic fantasies.

Such as the fantasy of buying her girlfriend an extensive set of dildoes, and then using them all on her in a single night. One that had admittedly cost a very large amount of Mora - but then again, they both agreed it was money well-spent.

“Ooh, can we try this one next?” Amber hurriedly raced over to the mattress where Eula’s collection had been arranged, each toy laid out in ascending order of size and thickness. The blue-haired girl expected her lover to return with the next-largest one on the list - only for her eyes to go wide upon seeing her actual choice. “It kind of looks like a carrot!”

“That’s…” Eula wracked her brain trying to come up with a response for the twelve-inch phallus Amber was holding up for her, one that was indeed much wider at the very end than at the base, shaped like a carrot if a carrot had veins. “Amber, you can’t be serious.”

Amber was indeed serious, not backing down even as she flashed a cocky grin at the Spindrift Knight. “I can take it,” she chirped, without a hint of irony. “Come on, princess, don’t make me wait any longer. I need you~”

Much to the Outrider’s delight, Eula’s cheeks went bright red upon hearing Amber beg so sweetly, that haughty mask melting away in an instant. “That’s…that’s unfair,” she pouted, trying to regain some control over the situation.

“You’re right,” Amber murmured breathily, dragging her tongue up the full length of the monstrous cock in her hands, never breaking eye contact all the while. “I’m so sorry, Miss Eula…I should know better than to question such a-”

But she was interrupted by Eula shoving her onto the bed without another word and snatching the dildo from her hands, already reaching down to fasten it around her waist. “If that’s what you want,” she snarled, “then be prepared - for you’ve incurred my vengeance sooner than anticipated. On your head be it, little rabbit~”

“Oh noooooo~” Amber squealed, giggling beneath her breath as she prepared for a long night ahead, one with countless more depravities to spare.

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Acheron recalled Black Swan’s body as a collection of sensations; the scent of her hair, the soft yield of her flesh, the taste of her lips as she bit down on a kiss to draw blood. She enjoyed those memories, and made sure to repeat them with each night she spent with Black Swan, biting her breasts over old bruises and scraping her nails down her back to make her sing. It made her feel content.

She had forgotten so many things: entire battles, entire lives, circling the black hole within herself for but brief moments, before they were gone. Yet Acheron refused to forget her, the Memokeeper, the one she had allowed to see her as she truly was, who was consumed and spit back out and still returned, craving more, loving her for it. She would not allow the dance they shared to be annihilated, nor the many nights they shared afterward. 

Black Swan called her possessive once; it was not meant as an insult, and she did not take it as one. Acheron had very few possessions of her own, but those she did, she cherished deeply - and Black Swan’s love was a very prized possession indeed. Which meant that, when others threatened her prized Memokeeper, or tried to take her for themselves…well.

She had learned from Black Swan, after the latter’s journey to Amphoreus alongside the Astral Express, about the being known as Evernight - how she’d kidnapped her into her own strange mindscape, and attempted to hijack Black Swan’s body for herself. Twice now, the Memokeeper had survived an encounter with a beautiful and terrifying Emanator. But twice was once too many. Evernight had overstepped - laid claim to a woman who was not hers to take. And when Black Swan had sought out Acheron afterwards, she had done so knowing that the Self-Annihilator would make it clear who she belonged to, in no uncertain terms.

Now she found herself in the jaws of the serpent once more, Acheron’s teeth sucking on Swan’s pale breasts and leaving a tapestry of mottled hickeys behind. Thrashing on the mattress, lit by nothing but moonlight, Black Swan gasped and moaned without restraint as she was subjected to Acheron’s piercing fangs, devouring every inch of her body with the savagery of a wild animal. She had even left her silver claws on her fingers - the ones she would normally take off before sex - which now raked down the Memokeeper’s sides hard enough to break skin, bloody scratches left behind in harsh red lines like an unfading signature.

Acheron was not a jealous woman - if the Memokeeper had been intimate with Evernight, she would have felt no envy towards the enigmatic pink-haired stranger. But she was possessive, and Evernight had not asked permission before trying to take what was not hers. And more to the point, she had frightened Black Swan, and she had come to Acheron partly because she wished to feel safe in her arms.

So Acheron marked Black Swan thoroughly, biting and clawing until there was no part of her bare flesh that was not covered by her spit and hickeys, and then she fucked her into the mattress for hours until she passed out from the pleasure. And if Evernight, or any other woman, tried to claim Black Swan again, hopefully they’d see the ruin Acheron had made of her, and they would know better than to challenge an Emanator of Nihility for her woman. 

One thing was certain - this was a night that neither of them would surely forget.

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“A-ahh, Bronya-!!” Seele whined, gripping the edge of the balustrade as another shudder went through her body. “Slow down, please…”

In truth, though, that was the last thing Seele wanted Bronya to do - especially with how good she was making her feel. The Supreme Guardian of Belobog was on her knees, her head beneath her lover’s billowing skirts as she ate her out with a truly sinful amount of zeal; Seele truly had no idea where Bronya had gotten so good with her tongue, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to ask too many questions about it. And she certainly wasn’t going to complain about the chance for a quickie, especially not with how little often they actually found time to go on dates for themselves these days, what with how swamped Bronya was with the “responsibilities of leadership” and other abstract concepts Seele wished had a face that she could punch.

No, the fact that the two had managed to earn a much-needed break, and that Bronya had elected to make up for lost time by making Seele cum her brains out, was not an issue in the slightest. The more pressing matter was that they’d chosen to rendezvous in an apartment overlooking the central square of Belobog’s Overworld. A square that held a lively assortment of people who could, at any moment, look up to see their beloved guardian servicing her girlfriend without a hint of shame.

And - even more surprisingly - Bronya seemed to be getting off on it.

“Ah, shit~” Seele breathed, clasping a hand over her mouth to muffle herself when Bronya’s tongue flicked her clit, circling the nub in quick strokes before suckling it between her lips. “Need more, please…”

“Keep your voice down,” Bronya murmured, her voice even-toned and commanding as she calmly gave orders in between licking Seele’s folds. “There’s people below us, remember? We don’t want them to hear us.”

Seele scoffed, a half-laugh bitterly escaping her throat as she straightened against the balcony’s stone guardrails. “You’re one to talk. Kinda hard to- nngh- keep quiet when you’re f-fucking teasing me with that damn tongue.”

“It’s called savoring a good meal,” replied the Supreme Guardian, fluttering her lashes oh-so-sweetly in a way that should’ve been illegal. “You should try it sometime. Did that orphanage we were raised in not teach you proper table manners?”

“You-” Seele couldn’t even finish her sentence before she felt Bronya’s fingers pushing inside of her, filling her up, pumping away in time with her tongue probing over her clit. She had to bite down on her hand to muffle her screams, eyes rolling back in her skull as she succumbed to the pleasure, back arching and thighs trembling around Bronya’s cheeks.

Oh, how she railed against the miserable existence that had given her such a wonderful, talented, genuinely loving girlfriend who also happened to be the most insufferably smug bitch on the planet. It was just unfair, really, that Bronya was so good at this, so incredibly efficient at turning Seele into putty as she melted beneath her touch, and also that she just adored toying with her to a near-Machiavellian degree. It drove Seele mad, but also, fuck if it didn’t turn her on.

She came in what felt like seconds, because of course she did. She never had a chance in hell - it was a predetermined outcome from the start. And, to her credit, she did somehow manage to stay silent through her orgasm, though it left her slumped over and gasping her breath once the last tremors finally left her body.

Dimly, she felt Bronya patting her inner thigh, gently rubbing the sensitive skin. “There we go,” she hummed, licking her lips. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Sh-shut up,” Seele stammered, lightly swatting her girlfriend’s bare shoulder as she caught her breath. “You are a goddamn menace, Bronya Rand.”

“And you love me for it,” she replied, rising up to her feet and wiping her mouth, a wicked grin on her lips. “Now, why don’t you take me inside so you can return the favor?”

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Pulchra shivered reflexively at the first brush of the flam, her muscles tensing up when the sting hit her bare skin. It wasn’t hot enough to burn, just warm enough to make her feel it and small enough to be contained to the tip of Burnice’s cigarette lighter, but her body still tingled as the flame licked her nipple curiously. 

Some deep animal part of her consciousness saw that flame and knew there was danger, and that part of her was telling every nerve in her body to run as far as she could. But of course, Pulchra couldn’t go anywhere, not with her wrists chained above her head, forcing her to stand in place in the center of the Sons of Calydon’s garage, naked and exposed. Even if she wanted to leave, she was utterly at Burnice’s mercy - a predator reduced to prey at the hands of the last person she would have ever expected.

“That’s it, hee hee~” The blonde mixologist giggled as she stood in front of Pulchra, tracing the lighter’s open flame around the feline Thiren’s nipple in slow circles, whilst her other hand soothingly stroked her fur. “Just hold still, that’s a good little kitty.”

“I still don’t know how you talked me into this,” Pulchra growled, giving a few feeble struggles only to flinch back when the flame grew too close. “You’re just gonna set my hair on fire if you keep this up.”

“Aww, poor kitty…there, there,” Burnice cooed, kissing along Pulchra’s jaw to distract her as the lighter traded hands to caress her other nipple instead. “Don’t be so tense. Besides, I only set your tail on fire that one time.”

“It was once too many!” The feline mercenary was starting to get agitated - she’d been teased for so long, and the fire’s brief sting on her breasts was barely enough to keep her stimulated. What sort of sick game was Burnice playing here?

Her pyromaniacal partner offered no answers, only more kisses against Pulchra’s jaw trailing down her throat as she kept circling the flame around those perky buds. The feline’s breath hitched, her claws digging into her palms as Burnice’s lips trailed lower, lower…

Suddenly, she heard a metallic click - and just like that, the lighter was off. Her nipples still felt warm, but the fire wasn’t there anymore to kindle her nerves. Before she could ask why, however, something replaced the fire entirely; the wet sensation of Burnice’s lips sealed around Pulchra’s breast, sucking on her nipple like a well-earned sweet treat.

“Oh, shit~” Pulchra’s breath grew ragged as her back arched, pushing her chest further into the blonde’s greedy gullet as she accepted the offering with joy. At last, the mercenary began to understand the long game Burnice had been playing; the lighter was just an appetizer, something to soften Pulchra up and get her nice and sensitive. And now that her nipples were nice and toasty, Burnice was ready to reap the fruits of her labors…and from the looks of it, she was chowing down on a delicious pair of fruits.

It pissed Pulchra off that the blonde could do this so easily - strip away all her rough-and-tumble mercenary bravado and mold her into whatever she pleased, whether that be her pet, her toy, or her mid-day snack. But moreso, Pulchra was pissed off that it could make her so fucking horny.

“Mmmmmm, good kitty~” Burnice hummed merrily, voice muffled by a mouthful of titflesh as she groped Pulchra’s other breast without a care in the world. “So soft and yummy…you’re the best kitty in the whole wide world…”

Despite her instincts, Pulchra couldn’t help but blush hearing Burnice’s praise…maybe being her kitty wasn’t so bad after all.

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“Yanagi, do you know where that paperwork went? I was supposed to sign it…”

“Of course, Chief - I’ve got it right here. Let me file it for you once you’re all done!”

Through the many years they’d worked together, Tsukishiro Yanagi had always been the first volunteer to assist Hoshimi Miyabi. Whatever the Voidhunter asked of her, she would do it without a moment’s hesitation - whether that be covering her six from an oncoming horde of Ethereals, monitoring her latest VR training sessions, or simply sharpening her pencils before signing her latest after-action report.

At first, Miyabi had been confused by her companion’s willingness to serve so eagerly, and then confusion turned to guilt. She’d confided in Yanagi eventually that she felt bad for putting so much weight on her shoulders, insisting that her Deputy Chief didn’t have to push herself if she wasn’t feeling up to it. She could handle things on her own, after all.

But she wasn’t prepared for Yanagi’s response - she’d smiled warmly, laughing to herself, bemused at how her Chief could be so thoughtful yet so dense. She’d told Miyabi that, while she was perfectly aware that she could decline a request if she so chose, what made her so willing to serve Miyabi was that it was Miyabi asking her for help specifically; Yanagi loved the feeling of being useful, of aiding someone she cared about for no other reason that it lightened their load just a little bit. Yanagi felt good when Miyabi felt good - it was as simple as that.

And when Miyabi still didn’t pick up on the subtext, Yanagi had explained what acts of service meant as a love language…and from there, things progressed in their relationship quite substantially.  

“Good morning, Yanagi…what’s that smell?”

“Oh, morning, Chief! I woke up early, so I cooked some breakfast - melon pancakes, your favorite~”

Now that they were in a romantic relationship, Miyabi’s interactions with her Deputy Chief were in many ways very similar to their workplace relationship; the key difference, of course, was that they now shared an apartment as well as a cubicle. That, and Miyabi no longer felt guilty about asking for what she wanted, knowing that her partner loved to provide.

There were moments nowadays that Miyabi didn’t even need to ask for Yanagi’s assistance, or at least, not with words. If she slept in and woke with her stomach growling, Yanagi would already be in their kitchen cooking a morning meal; if she was coming home from a long day of training, there would already be a warm bubble bath running, with her partner already waiting inside; if she so much as sneezed, a full box of tissues would be handed to her from seemingly out of nowhere, as giver and recipient shared a smile and a blush.

And then, of course, there were moments when words were the only way she could ask…

“Yanagi…please, can you…?”

Naked, breathing heavy on their mattress, legs spread and ears twitching. That was how Miyabi presented herself tonight, her voice wheezing out a plea as Yanagi knelt between her legs, eyebrows furrowed with determination. Her hands were already on her thighs, kneading the flesh as she leaned in closer to her dripping folds, hot breath leaving her lips in a gasp.

“Don’t worry, Miyabi. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”

Yanagi lived to serve, in every way - and Miyabi couldn’t help but let her.

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Arlecchino’s grip tightened on the leash as she leered down at Furina, eyes burning imperiously like crimson coals. “I don’t recall giving you permission to beg,” she intoned dryly, her voice and gaze unmovable as stone.

The former Hydro Archon looked up at her mistress with the most pitiful gaze she could muster, which was not difficult given her own position. She knelt on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, dressed in nothing but a revealing set of lacy blue lingerie with long white stockings, a set of makeshift cat ears crowning her head to match the jingling collar fastened around her neck. A rather humiliating fashion piece - one meant for Arlecchino’s eyes alone, as Furina silently relished her domineering attentions.  

“What else do you expect me to do, then?” Furina replied haughtily, giving an exaggerated pout as she recalled her past theatrical expertise. “You’ve done nothing but tease me all night! First with this ridiculous outfit, and then bringing me to the edge with those damnable toys-”

Her words caught in her throat, along with the rest of her air supply, as the Knave gave a sharp tug on the leash to tighten her influence. “Language, slut,” she scolded, loosening her grip only to give Furina the chance to breathe, before taking hold of her chin directly with her own hand and forcing her to look up. “You may be used to getting what you want in the halls of the Opera Epiclese, but not here. In this room, you do not bear the name of Focalors. Neither do you bear Celestia’s burdens, nor even your own - for you have nothing, but what I give you. Do you understand?

Something deep inside Furina shivered with relief upon hearing those words; despite the surface-level cruelty of Arlecchino’s statements, she could not help but find comfort in the truth behind them. No longer was she beholden to the duties of the Hydro Archon, and the grand thousand-year-long lie that she inherited with the title; no longer did she need to carry the weight of her people’s hopes and dreams, their futures, their expectations. After all that time spent bearing the terrible burden of responsibility, there came an ironic sense of freedom with the sensation of losing control - the freedom, at last, for Furina to let go of her cares, and sink purely into the role of belonging to someone else.

She never thought that freedom would come at the hands of a woman she’d once viewed as a mortal enemy, and a Fatui Harbinger at that. Yet fate worked in strange and miraculous ways, something she knew better than most, as someone who’d spent a millennia trying to fight it…but in cases like these, perhaps fate was not often as cruel as it seemed.

“...Yes,” she eventually whispered in reply, her voice wavering as her cheeks flushed. “I understand, Mistress.”

“What do you understand?” Arlecchino was utterly impassive, yet behind her eyes flickered a wolfish hunger that she was barely keeping at bay. “Speak plain, droplet. Are you still a goddess, while I have you in this room?”

“No, Mistress,” Furina murmured, shaking her head.

“And what are you, then?”

Furina took a deep breath, casting aside her own dignity, for it was a costume piece no longer required for this scene. “I…I’m yours, Mistress. I’m y-your slutty little fucktoy, who loves her Mistress’ cock.”

She spoke the words like a ritual invocation, one they’d rehearsed over countless nights beforehand, and the ease with which they came from her pretty pink lips made Arlecchino’s curl into a dagger-sharp smirk. “And how does my slutty littly fucktoy ask her Mistress nicely?”

“Please,” she gasped, nothing practiced in her blue eyes now - just pure adoration in the form of servitude. “Please, Mistress, I’ve been a good girl. May I have your cock?”

And when Furina blinked, she saw Arlecchino’s smile widen, baring teeth, and she knew the wolf behind her eyes had come out to feast. “Good girl,” she purred. “You may.”

Chapter Text

It had been a long, exhausting day, as most days usually were for Jean Gunnhildr. The title of Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius was one that came with a heavy burden of responsibility, and frankly, Jean’s back was starting to go out from the stress.

Thankfully, in times like these, Jean could always look forward to seeing her wonderful, thoughtful, and unfairly-attractive wife Lisa when she arrived back home - a woman who knew better than anyone else how to give the Grandmaster some well-deserved relief.

Sparks arced out from the witch’s fingertips as they caressed Jean’s inner thigh, sending tingles of pleasure-pain through her body and making her whole body jolt against her bonds. Her wrists had been tied above her to the headboard of their bed, and her ankles tied spread-eagle to the bedposts; she was totally under Lisa’s thrall, unable to do anything other than writhe and moan beneath her wife’s touch. Helpless, yes, but willingly so - for there was no sweeter bliss for Jean after a rough day in the office than to submit to the woman she loved.

“Awww, look at you, so responsive,” Lisa cooed, peppering Jean’s neck and chest with countless soft kisses, juxtaposed by the occasional zap from her Electro Vision. “Does my cutie-pie like getting shocked like this?”

Jean nodded frantically in wordless assent, eyes closed as she basked in the pleasant stimulation. “Feels so good,” she whispered, opening her eyelids a little as she looked away sheepishly. “C-can you…do it harder? Please?”

Lilting, bubbly laughter rang out through the air as Lisa giggled, before she placed her palm directly on Jean’s pelvis, her fingers shifting to cup the Grandmaster’s slick folds as she waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Anything for you, sweetie,” she murmured - right as a sudden burst of lightning shot forward from her fingers to strike Jean’s snatch.

“AHHH!” Jean nearly screamed from the sheer force of the shock, the voltage tearing through her nerves and setting them alight as she thrashed on the mattress. The sensation was white-hot agony on her cunt, an all-consuming pain that destroyed her senses with ease, yet also burned so sweetly once it faded out and left her shuddering with bliss. Which was, of course, when Lisa pushed her fingers inside Jean’s entrance, and shocked her again.

The Librarian played Jean’s body as a maestro would their instrument, and the filthy moans she coaxed from her wife’s lips were as beautiful to her as a symphony. Every inch of Jean’s skin quivered from countless electrical stings, every muscle spasming as her fingers curled within her walls and sent another volt straight to her most sensitive spots. Lisa’s lips found the Grandmaster’s in a deep and passionate kiss, as if to swallow the pleasure she was granting her wife so enthusiastically, creating an ouroboros of mindless bliss. 

“Ah- mmf- Lisa~” Jean’s mind was so addled she could barely string together a single syllable, much less a coherent sentence. “Cum- cumming soon…c-can- oh!- can I? Please?”

“So cute,” Lisa purred, emerald eyes glimmering like a cat’s, admiring the treasure that had fallen into her arms. “Go ahead, sweetie. Cum for mommy~”

As if a magic seal had broken with those words, Jean climaxed with the force of a seismic eruption. Her blonde hair whipped wildly as her head thrashed and her hips arced off the mattress, her entire body seizing up in a furious orgasm prolonged by Lisa’s fingers persistently pumping in and out. Jean was even dimly aware of feeling herself squirt, staining the sheets as well as Lisa’s hand.

When she came down, panting for breath, numb and radiant with the afterglow, she felt Lisa’s lips on her temple and the soft timbre of her voice, whispering sweet nothings and praise in her ears. In that moment, Jean smiled and let herself nuzzle into the other woman’s shoulder, reaping the rewards of another long day on the job.