Disclaimer: I do not own Seikon no Qwaser.
Warning: slaves have been abused, dogs have been screwed, lolis have been seduced. You won't see real dicks but there are patatina, Ekaterina e la Santa Trinità: tits, tortures and toys (that's how I sugarcoat asphyxiation, saliva sipping, bondage and humiliation).
Critical Warning: No english speaker's engrish inside.
About the story: TTWL was originally published on this page back in 2011 as a single chapter before being moved on another website. Considering the stronger and wider community here, the presence of other MA rated fictions but, mostly, the fact that it is finally completed, I decided to back track.
This is lesbian erotica fiction, a genre I treasure above all. I understand some of you might consider it porn, but that's something I write differently.
The Trouble with Love
"I love being naked around you, Hana-oneesama. Can you tell why?"
A metallic noise of chains and a guttural sound followed Ekaterina's innocent words.
"Right. I must've forgotten you can't talk, nor you can move, tied-up as you are."
The clinks from the copper rings resonated once more.
"One simple reason. It's because of your expression when you want me but you can't have me. It makes me feel strong with an immeasurable power over you, over your excitement, over your desire. You can watch because I'm the one allowing it. Do you realize what happens when I see that I can have you crawling like a worm just for a drop of me?" Ekaterina drew a wet finger out of her sex.
On the opposite side of the room, Hana stood naked and gagged with her arms raised above her head and her wrists cuffed and laced to the biggest bookshelf of the house – her grandma's bookshelf, which used to house cutlery and tea-service, and whose antique charm went lost when it became populated by Russian books and history volumes, by Athos' documents and folders of Ekaterina's clients. She shifted on her feet and the edges of the shelves pressed sharply against her back. The one at the apex of her spine obligated her to keep her head up, eyes on the couch, while that on her lower back prevented even the slightest movement of her hips. She rubbed her legs together, eager for an answer.
"I pour, Hana."
The imprisoned girl jolted the chains to assert her frustration. The furniture quivered and an unsteady, hard-covered book which hung precariously from the top shelf fell down and hit her head. It thumped on the floor with a hefty thud and faced up to the woman it left silently cursing.
Ekaterina closed her eyes as if by doing so she could pretend that her slave was not making a joke out of herself again, but Hana's whimpers were like screams in the quiet room and, altogether, it was quite an endearing sound. The shadow of a smile appeared on her lips and, before she could reconsider it, she stood from the couch and approached the grumping girl.
Her hand reached to Hana's face and stroked her jawline. Hana startled and raised her head in a worry, only to find Ekaterina's sympathetic eyes staring into her own. The Qwaser took a step closer and moved her hand onward toward her strands. She pushed them aside and massaged Hana's bruised head by applying a light pressure around the aching spot.
"My poor thing," she said.
Hana tilted her head sideways, questioning the sincerity of her intentions, but Ekaterina's hand was affectionate and careful as she pet her, not once pulling on her hair or slapping her face. With a second look in those unfamiliar, warm eyes, Hana trusted her Qwaser that she would not hop mad if she rested with her forehead on her bare shoulder, just the time she needed to calm her nerves and for the tail of her pain to subside. It served its purpose. With every breath she took Hana felt a little better, and Ekaterina's balanced self and reassuring presence only seemed to speed up the process. It turned out to be quicker than she imagined. As a matter of fact, she had underestimated the power that the younger girl's scent would have had on her lust.
Casually, Hana rubbed the tip of her nose against Ekaterina's skin. That was the moment, when particles of different nature invaded her lungs, that she came to believe that it would be possible for her to individuate in the wholeness of Ekaterina's fragrance each one of the many nuances she was made of. She pressed her face against Ekaterina's neck and sighed deeply.
"There, there," Ekaterina said with a soft voice, but impassive eyes.
She twirled her fingers around Hana's sweaty locks and cupped her nape, infusing a sense of protection into the girl murmuring in contentment and unaware of the swift of emotions on her Mistress' face.
Ekaterina put an end to the unusual domestic scene by distancing herself. Unlike Hana, she didn't show her surprise when they both took in the slight difference occurred in her overall appearance. Her gaze dropped to her left breast where she stared at what made the older girl shiver with fear. As insignificant as it may look, she could not walk over the dribble of saliva escaped through the holes of Hana's ball-gag and now boldly coating her nipple. She collected it with a finger and presented it to her Maria.
"I see. Your impudence made you confident enough to believe that marking your Queen would be now permitted." She pointed out before walking away toward the couch, deliberately accentuating the swagger of her trim hips.
Think straight, Hana. Ekaterina spun around and Hana was faced with the route straight to Hell.
"I wonder, what mouth should I let taste you?"
She lay down on the cushions. Her finger began to wander between her mouth and the mouth of her sex, careful not to touch neither of them.
Hana clenched her fists. Did she dare to imagine what mouth? She immediately pictured it as she wished to spectate it: Ekaterina licking her juice off – a tongue emerging from parted lips like a leery animal ventures out from its nest, cautiously, nose high in the air, approaching the food with its muzzle, tasting it (good?), seizing it with greedy paws (it is good).
A moan reverberated inside Hana's throat and echoed out of her gag. She knew what fate awaited the swinging finger for she had experimented it on her skin, on her nipples: cubs enjoy spending time playing with their prey - stroking and tipping and pushing and biting and pulling and licking and sucking. A play, that's what it was, and she was totally absorbed and seduced by it.
The drop on Ekaterina's digit was drying itself out because she could not take a decision. After all, there was also that one chance to have a part of herself mixing with the proof of Ekaterina's arousal. She had to take into consideration whether it may or may not be her first and only chance.
A waste of time.
"Well then," Ekaterina snorted. "Since it's a dilemma that clearly requires some deep analysis from your side, I'll make it simple and decide by myself."
Hana figured out what she wanted the moment Ekaterina's hand moved, touching lightly the surface of her skin. It trailed over her chest and followed an imaginary straight line as it climbed on her throat, getting closer and closer to her damp lips. She stretched her neck unwittingly – uselessly – and fought against her fluttering lashes to keep her dry eyes focused and her heavy eyelids open.
With her distinguishing smirk on display, Ekaterina locked their gaze.
Hana's chest rose, her breath suspended in the same way Ekaterina's hand lingered motionless above her mouth. It remained pent up there even when the Qwaser inched her fingers downward toward her lips. Her hand barely brushed against one before it made a quick turn for the coffee table.
Ekaterina grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped her fingers clean.
"You actually believed that I'd taste what came out of that filthy mouth of yours?" She answered Hana's puzzled look.
She should have known better. Her Queen would never do such a thing as dirtying herself but, for a moment, she had enjoyed the illusion of it. She watched Ekaterina discarding the tissue on the floor.
"You know, after I took my shower I didn't use the toilet, Onee-sama." Ekaterina resumed the interrupted ministrations to her sex. "It's absolutely clean, and this flavor might have a rather strong note, but it tastes very fine around your tongue." She licked her glistening fingers.
Hana watched the young temptress spread her legs, lecherous like a true prostitute.
"It's the best, isn't it?"
Yes, definitely the best.
"I can't hear you, Hana."
Hana groaned loudly.
"Wouldn't you like to have a reminding taste?"
Yes, yes she would.
Ekaterina opened then closed her limbs, exposing then hiding her sex.
"Wouldn't you like to rub your tongue here?" She mimicked with a finger. "Wouldn't you like to push it inside?"
Yes yes yes.
"But I'm not giving it to you, Onee-sama." Ekaterina curled her lips. "You dropped my favorite book."
Hana read the title on the floor, then raised her eyes to the heavens.
"What's that face? The Bible is quite an engaging novel." Ekaterina smirked, and Hana recognized the charming demon.
She gave a strong tug to the library. Enough with foreplay. The Qwaser was calling out for her. With her tantalizing legs, with her alluring smiles, with those delicate touches on her sex and teasing licks on her fingers, never once averting her eyes from the mirrors of her sinful soul.
"Oh, Hana, you don't know how much I want you. But I'm not giving it to you," Ekaterina sang softly. "I'm not giving it to you."
She tasted herself and pulled her fingers out like one would do with a lollipop, but the wet "pop" which followed sounded more prurient to the both of them.
"I'm so good that I'd do me myself if- No, not 'if'." She faced her partner maliciously. "Pay attention, dog. It's show-time."
Hana watched. She watched Ekaterina like she had wished to spectate. Her limbs shivered and her body arched, worked by her skillful hands, one pinching then pulling a nipple, the other toying between her bending legs. Words were being whispered and all too soon were cut off by moans and gasps. Her pelvis thrust against fingers that Hana could not see, not all of them, but that ought to be there, rubbing her clitoris like they did on hers.
There was a perversity in the manner Ekaterina used her body. Yet, Hana knew the true perversity lay in her cunning, young mind. She smashed her thighs together. Her eyes moved to Ekaterina's face, where her mouth was partially open and her lips were vivid under the sporadic licks of her tongue. Her breath came out heavier while her chest rose lighter. She pushed her hips forward, and Hana closed her eyes, concentrating on her own sex as it contracted around nothing.
The haughty Qwaser fixed her gleaming eyes on her partner.
"I've never done this for any of my previous slaves. I've never thought that I would, not until you arrived."
Hana grasped the chains attached to the handcuffs. Ekaterina shifted, turning her head away and staring up at the ceiling in the dim light of that summer evening. The room had been brighter when they had come back from Mafuyu's. She bit her lower lip as a new wave of pleasure crossed her body.
"Not until you and your Soma came." She curled a finger inside herself.
Hana saw her Mistress twist her wrist with renewed energy. Her body protracted greedily toward the youngest's. Between her legs, her clitoris received little consolation through the clenching of her sex.
"Not until you and your stunning body arrived. Not until you and your sweet traits and your silly smile and your honest mouth and, Hana."
Hana's knees shook, but the copper chains prevented her from falling. Like the girl on the couch, she panted, but Ekaterina continued to ride her fingers before her – blood rushing to her cheeks, parched mouth puffing, slanting eyes fixed on her own enraptured ones - until her hips gave out and she slumped down, snapping her out of the spell.
Able at last to catch her breath, Hana bowed her head to regain her composure. There on the floor, between her feet, she spotted few viscous drops. That vision, the vision of her Queen pleasuring herself, the chant of her voice humming praising words, the gracefulness of her figure as she guided herself through and out of pleasure had been enough of a turn-on, and her swollen clitoris pressed between her rubbing thighs had set her small, unfulfilling orgasm off. She was still recovering when a laughter pulled her out from her reverie. She raised her head at the sadistic sound.
Ekaterina sat cross-legged tapping a finger on her cheek, one foot swung in harmony to the beat of her thoughts.
"I can't believe you really came like that." There was no surprise in her words, only self-amusement. "Did you enjoy my speech? It was hard to come up with something significant about you, Onee-sama."
She stood up and crossed the distance between them with a caper, turning right round. She halted before Hana. Using a little leverage on her feet, she raised her head just below her slave's.
"You, who are nothing."
Hana felt her heart being crushed by those feet resuming their light dancing.
"Come on. Tell me how brilliant I was, Onee-sama?"
Had it all been a joke? Not her words, but that sincere smile as she had stared in her way with blissful eyes. Was it all an act when Ekaterina comforted her after the divine punishment fell upon her?
Hana murmured feebly and Ekaterina stopped her motions to bring a hand next to her ear.
"Can't hear you."
Hana screamed at the top of her lungs.
In a flash of an eye, the Qwaser was at her side. She grabbed and pulled her locks harshly, bending her neck back.
"Listen up, bitch. You are merely what and how I want you to be."
Ekaterina yanked her head harder, ignoring Hana's painful moans.
"If I say you're my Maria, you give me your Soma. If I say you're my dog, you bark. If I say you're my horse, you give me a ride. If I say you're my Magdalena, you pleasure me."
Hana nodded, feeling weaker as the words went on.
"And if I say you're Hana," she hissed, raising her free hand between their eyes. "You're nothing, but trash."
She snapped her fingers and the chains which previously blocked Hana from falling broke open. Hana tumbled on her knees while her emotions flew in a whirlwind of confusion. Ekaterina never used such harsh words. She knew she was merely what her Queen ordered her to be. Still, there's always been what every human deserves, respect. And all of sudden she was lowered to the level of trash, trash like the contents of the bins she used to throw on Tomo's and Mafuyu's desks. Curled on the floor, Hana felt her breath begin to come out in heavy hiccups.
Ekaterina watched her slave with pursed lips and listened to the broken whimpers leaving her shaking body.
"So weak, Hana."
And Hana knew she was nothing but trash. She clenched a fist on her chest as she strove to pull the ball-gag off. When she removed it, her sore jaw took a big intake of air and she was finally able to let out a long, miserable cry.
"Perhaps, I should leave and find a more suitable Maria, someone who might be 'useful'," she stressed the word. "In the battlefields. Not somebody who prefers to get be hidden behind her Mistress. Don't you think?"
In the end, that was what she had wished for from the very beginning, for Ekaterina to leave her flat and stop abusing her. Her grip tightened on her heart. She had tried to give this insatiable girl everything she had, and she wasn't talking of a roof on her head, but of body and mind and soul and, honestly, there wasn't a thing that wouldn't remind her of the Queen. There wasn't a single mark or a scar that wouldn't remind her that she once belonged to an unmerciful Empress. And Ekaterina was standing there, speaking of future projects, making plans for exotic slaves, coming up with new tortures, new plays, new love.
"Who knows? I might grow fond of someone. I might even fall in love with them. Wouldn't it be fun, Hana? Me, spending the night making old-fashioned sweet love? No chains, no toys, no Mama, no tortures. Well, not bad tortures." She put a foot on Hana's back. "Don't move, dog. So, but that's not what love is about."
Hana closed her eyes. No, love is about-
"Trust. I could let her go on a mission with other Qwasers and trust her that she'd take good care of herself, that she would fill her partner with strong Soma and be totally cool about it, not a moaning mess."
Hana remembered when she went with Sasha to the Suirei Academy, the way he gently sucked from her breast and the sense of fulfillment it brought her.
"You're not trustworthy, Hana. You're weak and short tempered. You just act, you don't consider options or value the consequences of your actions. I need somebody I can entrust my back to and, possibly, who doesn't ogle my ass all the time."
"I don't ogl-"
Ekaterina kicked her side.
"Yes, you do, freaking lolicon."
Her Queen was right, she was weak, she didn't deserve her trust. Fresh tears ran down Hana's cheeks as she rubbed the bruised spot. She had lost count of them. She had never minded them, but at least she had stopped sobbing like a child.
"Love is about respect, and we both know I'm making you respect me because you wouldn't otherwise. Guess what?" She stepped on her slave's back. "I don't have any consideration for you."
Hana worked her breath into her chest under Ekaterina's weight. Her Qwaser didn't esteem her a bit, she could-
"Play with your body as much as I like and you can't do anything. You never had the chance. I can make you do the most embarrassing things and you, beg me to stop? 'Please, my Queen, this is too humiliating'." She placed a foot on Hana's head. "Did you really believe I could show any respect to vile people like you?"
Perhaps, if she wished for it hard enough she would melt with the floor. Maybe, if she ran fast enough she could leave her house and be anywhere but where Ekaterina would be demolishing her ego like a work of craft she wasn't satisfied with. For sure, pretending she wasn't there was what she did. How could she even consider the idea of rebelling? She had tried once and she had been menaced of being accused of molesting a faint child, because of a kiss. She was the victim, victim of physical and verbal abuse. This last was worse, however, than any chains she'd been imprisoned with. Ekaterina's tongue was full of bitterness and sharper than Sasha's scythe.
"There's sympathy." Ekaterina pressed harder on Hana's head. "Can you feel it? My sympathy?"
The prostrate girl opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Ekaterina set her jaw.
"There's kindness." She roughly caressed Hana's face with her toes. "How kind am I when I hang you upside down from the balcony? How kind are you when- but you've never done anything of sort."
None of this was for pleasure. Her Queen was belittling her for her own entertainment, and she could do nothing but provide a grotesque show. A decent one, if Ekaterina's laughter was of any indication.
"There's honesty, Hana. You assume I'm open with you. You trust my words when I say you're my Maria. Didn't it ever cross your mind," she stooped and lowered her voice to a hiss. "That I might have some other girl outside the front door? Someone who cooks nice meals for me, definitely better than your burned leftovers. Someone who's waiting for her partner to stop messing around with the dog because, of course, I'm sincere with her, she knows about you."
There was nothing more to break, except maybe for that left rib where Ekaterina's heel dug harder.
"There's mutual knowledge. What do you possibly know about me?" She jumped off her back. "And I don't care about who you are, what you think, how you feel."
At this point Hana too was unsure if she had ever known her Qwaser.
Ekaterina spared Hana one last glance, but the girl was too engrossed in her thoughts to catch that single glint of remorse in her eyes.
"Fine, I'm leaving. And I'm not coming back. Just to make it clear to your logy neurons."
She turned up her nose and strode away, leaving Hana's leftovers behind.
There wasn't pain. Her mind was dimmed with feelings, like a thick fog of memories, suppositions, regrets and what-ifs. She could not reduce them into coherent words, and if she could they would not have any meaning since reasons dictated by passion did not make a valid argumentation to Ekaterina. Hana felt a pressure on her chest as if the girl was still downing upon her. Her heartbeat, a steady thud thud, surrounded her, a match to Ekaterina's steps which faded off in her blurry vision.
There was a story to tell. They had a story to tell, even her Queen could not deny that. They had intimacy, casual caresses, teasing pecks, rare, complicit smiles. They had 'their' intimacy, chains drawing a map out of Hana's veins on her skin, Hana cleaning Ekaterina's feet - tongue first, sponge later. They had allies. No, they had friends. They probably had few people they cared about. They had habits - nights spent fighting over dull TV shows even if they had two televisions, last minute take-outs because Hana always forgot their meal on the cooker when they played, long Saturday morning walks shared in silence with a vigilant Hana following behind. They had gone on adventures, missions and quests. They had satisfied Ekaterina's clients' expectations and earned their wages. They had fought their battles, mostly they had won their battles. Ekaterina had drunk her Soma, Hana had had her own 'drinks'.
Whilst at first she had passively endured whatever the Qwaser put in her way, she had lately reached the knowledge that her life had been revolutionized and shaped into the one she now knew and loved. She would not renounce to any of this, even though Ekaterina was true to her words and would not touch her again, she would not give up on them. Because among all the critics her Queen had advanced, because even admitting the existence of a dearest someone in her life that she didn't know about, it seemed so very unlikely to Hana that Ekaterina would blurt out a well-delineated scenario with such lucid aggressiveness - actually, that was her Mistress at her best. Still, Hana knew her better than that. Ekaterina couldn't possibly be in love with anyone. Or, could she?
Ekaterina's hand was on the doorknob of the bedroom when two arms circled her waist. She sensed Hana kneel behind her back and felt her fringe tickle the skin where Hana's forehead lingered upon her shoulder.
"You're right. We don't trust each other." Hana smiled sorrowfully.
Ekaterina closed her eyes.
"We don't respect each other and we don't show each other sympathy." Hana's voice faltered, "There's no kindness."
Ekaterina's fingers slid off the knob and closed around Hana's arm. Hana attracted her body to hers, afraid that she would escape.
"And we're not honest and, we don't know each other. Then, Katja-sama, why?"
Ekaterina bit her bottom lip.
"Why do I-"
Before Hana had the chance to confess the feeling bloomed inside her chest during that year, a pair of unfamiliar lips stole her words. A sneaky, demanding tongue, dug its way inside her mouth, trespassing her parted lips without giving her time to get used to the strange touch. Under shock, she let the Qwaser do as she pleased, squirming when perky teeth pulled her lower lip and Ekaterina's mouth sealed around it, stroking it with the tip of her tongue. Hana realized Ekaterina's talent didn't lie just in the way she suckled her Soma. Her body lost its fight against the goosebumps assaulting her skin, and she loosened the grip around Ekaterina's waist. Two turgid nipples brushed against her chest as the younger girl shifted between her arms, and Ekaterina's tongue invaded her mouth for the second time.
The Qwaser parted from their embrace, huffing.
"Well, I am good."
Bewildered, Hana stared wide-eyed at her. Ekaterina ran her gaze on the astonished girl, from her bloodshot eyes to her rosy cheeks, from her plump and slippery lips to her ruffled hair.
"But you really suck at kissing, Hana." She smirked before turning toward the door.
It didn't come as a surprise when the girl grabbed her wrist. Of course, she knew what was in store for her, her Maria was so predictable. When she met her partner's mouth, there was still her immortal grin adorning her lips. That was it, until Hana held her body close to hers, not allowing her any space to move in, and entangled their tongues.
Ekaterina was taken aback by the forceful impact, but did not show it. Instead, she responded to the aggressive invader by putting her hands on the back of Hana's head and sliding her fingers through her hair.
Hana groaned when her prisoner captured her tongue to suck on it, but she was happy to hear that they had the same difficulties to keep their moans at bay. She retrieved her cavalry and, surely that groan wasn't hers!
No way that 'thing' was given off by her throat. It was her slave's fault. Ekaterina complained mentally as her upper lip was taken away from her. She prevented any further movements by holding Hana's head still with her arms fastened around her neck.
This wasn't going anywhere. Every time she thought she had done something good, her Qwaser did something better. Hana figured there was only one thing that would give her the upper hand. She stood up.
Ekaterina stood on her tiptoes and pulled Hana down to hold her face at her height. She tasted her victory when the girl grumbled in frustration, but Hana was far from giving up. She roamed her hands over her Queen's bare back, touching more of her beauty, of her tapering shoulders, of her arched backbone, caressing her soft sides, her shaped legs, her lovely butt. Ekaterina bit down hard on her tongue.
"You pervert," she growled, but did not move away. Hana lifted her up.
They both moaned when Ekaterina's thighs surrounded Hana's waistline and her sex - hot, wet - glided on her abdomen.
"I didn't say you could pull-"
Hana saw those edible, panting lips talking and seized them again. Ekaterina rolled her eyes. This girl was a lost cause. She forced herself inside her partner's mouth to prove her point. Definitely a lost cause if they were still standing there. Pulling away, she whispered huskily on Hana's heated cheek, "Bed."
There were nods, but no steps.
"I said bed, Hana. Now."
Hana eased her against the door. Ekaterina could clearly picture Hana's neurons on a happy roller coaster. Knowing that she was the cause of her blissfulness instilled a different, warmer satisfaction in her. Yet, there was an issue to face. Her Maria's hands had no intention to leave her body, reason why she was the one in charge to break their way inside the bedroom. She fidgeted behind her back, scrabbling about for the lost doorknob.
"Door."
Hana ignored the command and kissed her neck.
"Hana, the door."
"What door?"
Ekaterina groaned.
"Knob. Can't faaahnd it."
She scrambled with no success.
"It's okay. I'll buy you another."
Ekaterina distanced herself and watched her breathless partner with a stern look.
"You're irritating."
Hana shrugged. Their lips collided again.
Everything was getting irritating. The bed was a door away and there they were, kissing each other desperately like horny teenagers. The smart Qwaser did the only reasonable thing and called out for help.
Copper cables flew in behind Hana. The puppeteer barely checked through her lust-filled eyes that they were aiming at the door frame. She could not risk to make a wrong move and transfix them. Then, she braced Hana for the impact. With an explosive force, Anastasia's arms battered down the insurmountable obstacle.
"Katja-sama, you're so- Wait, the wall, the fucking wall!"
Ekaterina detached her mouth from Hana's chin and glanced at their surroundings. Bricks and rubble were scattered over the floor, leaving a breach where it once was a fine wall. She addressed Hana with a smugly look.
"What a mess you made."
Her slave was about to complain, but she anticipated her.
"Carpenter."
"Whaah?" Hana asked through kisses.
"I'll let you give it a go as a carpenter later."
She used her tongue to part Hana's lips.
"I'm not good at renovations, Katja-sama. I used to play with Lego, trying to build castles. Couldn't put more than two walls tog-"
Ekaterina ended her prattling with a finger on her lips.
"Hana, tell me, can I possibly care less about the wall?"
Hana shook her head.
"Good. Now, where were we?" She brushed their mouths together.
Hana pushed and rubbed Ekaterina's pelvis against her abdomen in reply. Ekaterina breathed in, "Good girl."
Their mouths met with the same unrestrained passion, and Hana took the first steps toward the room. She was really taking her Queen to bed, and the girl was in her arms, not sitting on her back. Above all, her devilish and angelic look-alikes had finally ceased their eternal fights and were cheering like old buddies. Funny, she didn't remember the bed being this far away from the door.
Ekaterina cupped Hana's cheek.
"Hana, where's the bedroom?"
Disoriented, Hana looked around the place.
"What are we doing in the kitchen?"
Ekaterina touched her forehead.
"I think we lost your last brain cell."
Hana reddened. As she enjoyed the feeling of being with her Qwaser, she had strode around, forgetting where to go.
"But, Katja-sama, it's your fault."
Ekaterina tilted her head.
"My what?"
Hana turned her head sideways.
"And why is it my fault, Hana?" She brushed Hana's locks and the girl let her thoughts out in a rush, avoiding to address those knowing eyes.
"What was that?"
The Qwaser shifted her hips against Hana's body, pleased with the reaction it elicited in her Maria. Hana took a long breath and cleared her voice.
"Because you kissed me," she said as a logical explanation. "You're kissing me crazy."
Ekaterina glided her hands on Hana's chest, caressing the flushed skin between her breasts. She cupped one mound and stimulated her stiff nipple with a thumb.
"Am I?"
Her voice first, then her nose teased Hana's ear.
"I can't think of anything else, but you."
"I shall stop kissing you, then," she stated, and pecked her neck.
"Please."
"And licking you, and biting you."
"Anything but that," Hana blew out on golden hair.
Ekaterina grinned against her breastbone. She left there a wet kiss before reaching for Hana's waiting mouth. She would never admit it, not to her Maria, but there was something addicting in the way their lips danced together. She knew the girl needed a push in the right direction, even if it meant she had to act as she did in the dining room, when her speech had spread poisonously through Hana's body. But, Hana needed to understand. They would never be like those couples from romantic comedies, the kind of movies her Maria loved to watch. She remembered that time when she'd returned home and was met with the picture of Hana snuggling to a pillow, sobbing and eating chocolate bars over rented DVDs. At least she was not acting melodramatic like the night she'd found her talking to one of her photos displayed on TV.
Ekaterina grinned as she visualized in the back of her mind Hana's pale face when she had noticed her presence, very much alike the one she had put on when she deleted her precious Katja-sama's Secret folder from her laptop. ''But there's only a few of them,'' the auburn-haired slave had complained. ''Where on Earth two thousands photos are a few, Hana?'', ''A few thousands?''.
"What?" Hana asked when a small chuckle hit her lips.
Ekaterina shook her head, then leaned gently toward the longing girl. Her Maria was incorrigible. She acted out of mind, always spoke out of turn. She was-
"Idiot."
It was what she always repeated to herself. She didn't like stupid people and she had tried with all her might to convince herself that this girl was exactly like those whom she despised. To bury the unfamiliar affection which grew day by day and made her wonder about her insolent partner, about her pulse point she wished to suck.
Ekaterina grasped Hana's neck and deepened their kiss with new vigor.
She first noticed it when Hana was training with Mafuyu to improve their fighting skills under Big Mama's guidance. She was sitting under a tree, exhausted after a long workout with Sasha and Fujiyomi, catching her breath as she listened to her fearful Master giving indications to Hana and Mafuyu. ''Remember girls, Marias are supposed to be stronger than their Qwasers,'' the strategist had said as Mafuyu hit Hana's left side. The girl had fallen on her knees, rubbing her muscles. And there it was. The vein on Hana's neck, emerged from nowhere under sweaty and dirty skin. ''Nice stroke, Mafuyu," Big Mama had complimented her as the two girls resumed their fighting. "Katsuragi-san, if you insist on liking to get beaten up you'll never overcome your opponent'', ''I don't likahhh!''
Ekaterina pulled Hana's lower lip with anger. It had happened almost seven months before but the memory still upset her. Actually, it was getting worse because these flashes from their past tormented her like proof of Hana's infidelity. She couldn't trust the girl and she didn't care whether she was injured or worried about something. Her Maria wasn't honest when she said that she would train harder to live up to her expectations. No matter how many times she had faded off unforeseen attacks with her body. There wasn't strength under the tonic skin of her arms and those weren't muscles strengthened just for her. And Hana wasn't kind. She wasn't kind when her Queen was too tired to walk away from the battlefield and she had to take her up in her arms and bring them both home on unsteady legs. Sometimes her Maria talked about futile things to keep her awake. Memories from her childhood, of her life before her arrival, things they would do once the deepest wounds were healed. And they both, secretly, grinned.
"Idiot. Idiot. Idiot."
Other times Ekaterina had feigned unconsciousness to have an excuse to rub her lips against Hana's neck, but the girl was always too concerned with her conditions to realize that she was awake and aware of her movements, waiting for the right one. The precocious Qwaser had felt like a mischievous little girl, and she had to punish the only culprit for her childish behavior. Later, after another stolen peck.
"Katja-sama?"
Ekaterina opened her eyes when a hand stroked her cheek. She looked directly into Hana's irises, then dropped her gaze to her red lips. Again, she stared into Hana's sympathetic eyes while Hana gently caressed her hair.
"You made it to the bed."
Hana nodded, showing one of her sweetest smiles.
"It was nothing, really." She shrugged the memory off.
It had been terribly difficult with Ekaterina's sex grinding against her body. She had been tempted to drop down and do whatever they were going to do on the floor in the kitchen. But even if she had tripped over furniture and took the wrong direction around an undefined number of corners, in the end, she had threaded her way through the scattered rubble and got them into the bedroom. Before she could make the biggest mistake and lay her Queen on blue sheets, her white winged double had pulled her hair, avoiding any attempt of suicide. Unfortunately, the other side of her conscience wasn't of the same opinion. That was her long wished occasion to be on top. She should just take advantage of the situation and jump on Kat- No way she was going to do that! Then, what? Being on the bottom forever?
Hana had been standing in front of the mattress, fighting her inner diatribe and trying to satisfy their mouths' appetites until she had heard Ekaterina's insults. Scared that she had done something wrong, her body had moved on its own will and laid itself on the bed. She had then called her Queen's name and watched the turmoil of emotions inside her eyes. Ekaterina was upset, but fierce as always. Hana could not restrain her hands from touching her rosy cheeks and her velvety blonde curls. It never crossed her mind that she didn't receive her Qwaser's permission, nor it crossed Ekaterina's.
"I see, and you're on the bottom."
"Big news."
Ekaterina cocked an eyebrow.
"I mean, of course I'm on the bottom, Katja-sama. Where else would I be? On top? Can you imagine me on top? I never had. Not once, seriously and-"
"Put your hands above your head."
"What?"
"Just because you're not tied up it doesn't mean you're free to move as you like."
"But I thought we-"
"You thought what, Onee-sama?" She poked her nose.
"Nothing."
"Good. Now, you know I don't like to repeat myself."
Hana did as she was told. Slowly, she brought her arms above her head and grabbed a pillow. Sitting on Hana's abdomen, Ekaterina observed mesmerized as her limbs stretched out.
"You'll never be on top, Hana."
She watched her nails tracing red marks on Hana's chest.
"I know."
"And there isn't a 'we.'"
She scratched the skin of her breasts and plunged two fingers into her areolae, pushing inside the erect nubs. Hana arched her back and bent her legs.
"Katja-sama."
Ekaterina licked her lips at the sight of her partner's entranced face. It was always like this, her body always responded to her slave's. She was sure it would sense Hana's presence in a crowded place.
"There will never be a 'we', Hana."
Perhaps, it was the perfume of her shower gel mixed with her unique essence. Maybe, it was the color of her hair, the same of the element she handled. More probably it was her Soma calling. Whenever she needed it, small drops would come out. Like precious pearls they shined on top of Hana's nipples and she always blamed her slave for being such a cow. It couldn't be possible that her breasts knew exactly when she needed to suckle, even if she had yet to start her tortures or order her slave to let her drink the sacred milk. Hana had once told her it was a fuzzy feeling, that sometimes she felt her chest warm up, hurting, that when they were together something tingled inside of her and that was when she knew her Qwaser wanted her Soma.
The first time, Ekaterina dismissed her, thinking it was Hana's insatiable desire to be sucked dry for pleasure. Then, one night, she was lying awake on the bed, listening to her partner's heavy breathing. Hana had drifted off to sleep as soon as they'd got home and she had let her be. She hadn't taken her refill of Soma though, and had considered the idea of waking up her slave, but Hana's relaxed features had had her change her mind. That was it, until the girl had shifted side and she had caught a glimpse of a nipple under her tank top. And there it was again, the hunger she felt whenever she was close enough to this girl. She had moved without averting her predatory gaze from the turgid peak. Once on top of Hana, she had noticed a dampened spot on her breast, finally understanding that it wasn't just the girl's desire because even in her quiet whimpering Hana was still asleep. That night, when Hana had woken up she was still attached to her breast, drinking as if time itself had slowed down for her. Hana had brushed her locks, one more excuse to caress her, and she had let her nipple go. ''The tingle is still there," Hana had said as she rolled off her body and faced away. "I don't know what you're talking about." Thinking it back, that was probably the first time she had realized Hana was in love with her, that her body as a whole was in love with hers.
Ekaterina inspected her fingers, not surprised at all to feel wetness on the tips. Licking them clean, she tasted her Maria's milk, the same flavor she smelled around her partner, the one that she loved to feel flowing through her body. The one that made her longing for this girl.
"Katja-sama, it hurts."
She watched Hana's swollen nipples, trembling, hardly containing the milk.
"Please, take it, please."
And she was parched.
"Take what?"
"My Soma, please."
Ekaterina crouched over, brushing her mouth against one breast. It burned beneath her lips and she teased it with imperceptible pecks. The more she got closer to its agonizingly waiting teat, the more her fists tightened their grip on the sheets. Because, after all, it was a torture for both of them.
"Katja-sama."
Ekaterina painted circles with the tip of her wet brush and collected the drops of Soma before playfully tapping her nub. Hana gasped and tried to direct it toward her Queen's lips, hoping that she would grant her wish.
"Katja-sama, yes." She panted when teeth clamped down and pinched, pulling her nipple slowly.
The Qwaser let it go as soon as a warm liquid hit her palate. She took her time to savor Hana's Soma, rinsing it around inside her mouth to catch even the slightest difference, trying to remember when it wasn't this good. When it didn't give her all this power. It made her sense copper miles away.
Hana groaned. Ekaterina knew how painful it was keeping inside what was meant for her. There was really no reason to make her squirm because, of course, she too was aware that the stronger was her need to release the Soma from her body, the stronger Ekaterina was craving it. At this point she almost preferred when they were battling against other Qwasers, when there was no time to play around the nipple, but just feeding, moaning, resume fighting.
She was proud of herself. She had promised to find the strength to fight along her Mistress, even if it meant she had a lot to catch up. It happened after the reunion with Ekaterina. They were inside a hotel room and she was deep breathing in a puddle of sweat on the sheets while the youngest repeated her how hard it had been to save her, how ridiculous it was that a weakling like her now possessed the Magdalena of Thunder. ''I'll become stronger'', ''Hana, don't say things you-'', ''No, I'm tired of being second to everyone. I know I'm weak. I know Mafuyu's been a better Maria than I am and I'm sorry I can't control my body when you drink my Soma. Starting tomorrow, I'll train harder because I want to be able to defend you and for you to be proud of me", "Just make yourself useful, I can protect myself."'
She had kept her word. Ekaterina would not admit it, but she knew the Qwaser was impressed with her improvements because, when she activated Magdalena's circuit and bent its power to her will, Ekaterina would send her a half-smile. Those were the times when she felt Ekaterina trusted her.
Hana looked up at the girl.
Long strands fell down like curtains around her body, covering part of her shoulders and hiding her pert breasts. She never touched them, Ekaterina never allowed it, and she could only imagine the softness under her palms. How four fingers would be enough to cup and stroke them, and those tiny pink nipples she dreamed to kiss and fondle... There was nothing immoral about her thoughts, she wished to kiss every inch of Ekaterina's skin just because it was Ekaterina's. She had often pictured herself sitting by her Queen, lovingly kissing the smooth flesh her partner presented to her lips. She would brush her mouth over her fingertips, one by one, then move upward to fingers and knuckles, to her palm and her wrist, and forward to her arm and downward to her armpit, and so forth. Because one can't imagine how much is there to adore, to smell. It smelt different from morning to evening, Ekaterina's scent.
As the first rays of dawn hit their bedroom, Hana would be already awake, staring at her Queen's sleeping form, contemplating the games of lights on her body and her hair spread over the bed. She would reach out for a lock, playing it with her fingers until Ekaterina's awakening. She would see her yawn and rub her eyes, muttering about useless classes. Turning to her partner, the Qwaser would give out her first reprimand of the day, "Stop ogling me, you pervert," and throw her pillow in her face. When Ekaterina left for the bathroom, Hana would immerge her nose in the soft sack and roll over the mattress, stroking it, hoping to be able to do the same with its owner one day. It smelled of sleep and cookies. The same cookies she made every week for Ekaterina. The same cookies the Qwaser described as disgusting. The same cookies that were stealthily eaten in the middle of the night. "And quit molesting my pillow." Throughout the day, there was a lingering fragrance of roses. In the middle of battles, the scent of sweat, of blood, of dirt and at last the refreshing aroma of victory. When she was tortured, the ripe smell of Ekaterina's arousal hit her nostrils but her Queen would never grant her a taste, not from the hot source. Sometimes, the Qwaser would brush two fingers on her sex and let her slave clean them up. Yet, there was only one scent that Hana could not give up. It was what tickled her cheek before they fell asleep. It was a peck that never arrived, a promise breathed on her skin. "You've been a good girl, Hana. I'll let you stick around me for another day tomorrow."
Trust, respect, honesty, kindness, mutual knowledge, sympathy are not what Love is about, but one can give them to the person they love and for Hana love was all about a certain young woman. Some sadistic, unmerciful, and unforgiving Queen. Some prideful, strict, demanding woman of high values. Somebody who had settled down in her life and taken over all she got. Somebody who always fought for her beliefs and those whom she cared about. Somebody who was staring at her with a pair of eyes of the darkest shade of blue she had ever seen.
That wasn't a tingle anymore. What Hana felt were rocking bells.