Chapter 2: Convergence

There was doubt. Then Soraka turned around, flashing Sarah the most ridiculously innocent grin, and whatever convictions she had beforehand disappeared. What right did the green haired healer have to get her so fucking riled up?

Sarah sat down on the foot of her bed, patting the spot next to her. She was in such close proximity... Had Soraka just showered? She smelled like lilacs and lilies and all sorts of wonderful things. The older Star Guardian swallowed, trying to maintain the smile on her face.

"Well, um..." Soraka flushed, looking down at her thighs. They looked so soft, her pale skin creamy and smooth. She was wearing an over-large shirt and pajama shorts, leaving plenty of skin for Sarah's eyes to roam over. The healer seemed to get her bearings after a few seconds. "I-I wanted to apologize about... Um... Well, making you worried last time." She blinked her emerald eyes quickly. "And... Thank you. For saving me." She smiled, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "That was all. I noticed that you'd been avoiding me at school lately, and I hope I didn't offen..." Soraka looked up, and her smile faltered. "S-Sarah?"

The nerve of this girl. The red haired woman suddenly shoved her, and the girl let out a yelp of surprise as she fell, shoulder first, into Sarah's bed. Her green hair splayed out, pajama shorts riding up on her ass... Sarah wasted no time grabbing the healer's hands, pushing them above her head. "That's all you wanted to apologize for?" Sarah asked. Her voice felt strangely distant, like she was listening through several layers of water. "Nothing else?"

"What are you talking about?" Soraka's eyes were wide with alarm, soft pink lips parted in a small "o". Her pale cheeks were redder, now.

"You know what I'm talking about." Sarah suddenly pulled her healer's shirt up, and the horned girl whimpered. Soft breasts bounced into the gunslinger's view, and she drank in the sight of the object of her fantasies. Her tits were perfectly round, perky and seemed just large enough to spill out between Sarah's fingers. A soft pink nipple capped each breast, already stiffened. Was it from the sudden exposure, or something else..? Sarah grinned down at the cleric. "You have much more to say sorry for. You can start by apologizing for teasing me with these luscious tits for the past two weeks."

"Wh-What?!" The green haired girl squirmed slightly under Sarah's grip, but it did nothing to deter her captor. In fact, the movement encouraged Sarah to continue- her breasts swayed and bounced so deliciously. Without warning, the gunslinger lowered her head, capturing one of her perfect nipples in her mouth and sucking, hard. Her reaction was immediate and sweet- the horned girl's back arched, legs bent at the knees. A soft, barely stifled moan pushed out of Soraka's mouth, and Sarah paused.

Stifled? Why would Soraka be trying to keep quiet? If she wanted to leave, if she disliked it, screaming out or crying would have easily alerted the other Star Guardians. While the walls were not thin, they certainly weren't thick enough to stop the green haired girl from making her discomfort known.

There was only one solution- the healer was enjoying herself much more than she was letting on.

Sarah grinned, before sucking even harder. She nipped, allowing her teeth to graze against Soraka's soft pink bud, and felt the cleric's abdomen tighten in response. Soft puffs of air escaped the younger girl, who did nothing else to retaliate but weakly whisper at Sarah to stop.

What a lying slut.

The shooter left Soraka's tits with a light pop, licking her lips. She looked up at the Starchild, and felt her own arousal increase tremendously. Fuck... That face that Soraka was making was one that Sarah had dreamt about countless times, yet nothing from her imagination would ever come close to what she was seeing now. The sweat rolling off Soraka's forehead caused her green tresses to cling to her face, framing her lovely pale visage. Emerald orbs seemed hazy, half-open and looking up at Sarah with the most Gods-damned lewd expression. It was like the healer was practically begging to be fucked. Beads of tears welled at her eyes, and in a strangely sadistic way, it made the red-haired girl even more eager.

Her lips looked so damn kissable.

"Why?" Sarah demanded.

"I... D-Don't know... What you m-mean," Soraka panted. She let out a squeal when Sarah suddenly shoved her free hand down her shorts and panties, between her soft thighs, middle finger pressed harshly against her dripping heat. "A-Ahngh~!"

"Why were you so fucking wet that night?" Sarah's grip on Soraka's wrists tightened, her fingers rubbing mercilessly against her slit. "Why have you been teasing me for these past two weeks? And why..." The gunslinger finally pulled her hand from her sex, allowing the healer to see how her liquids coated her fingers. "Why the hell are you so turned on by this, right now?"

If Soraka had been pink before, now her face was beet red. There was no denying it- not when the evidence was right in front of her. Sarah knew she'd backed the healer into a corner, and she reveled in the expression of shame, humiliation, and lust on her face. "I... I..."

"I think I know the answer," Sarah cooed. "I've been forming a hypothesis about you. You see, I think the reason why you're absolutely dripping right now is because you're a filthy little submissive slut, aren't you?" The shorter girl whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. "Even when you're fighting disgusting monsters, all that's on your mind is getting tied up, bound, completely helpless?" The shooter pinched Soraka's nipple roughly, twisting it, and Soraka couldn't bite back a loud cry, hot and heavy with passion. "But that really won't do, you know? Especially when your sluttiness gets you to the point where you're shaking your ass at every guy at Valoran High School, and teasing your fellow Star Guardians with your body." Her hand moved upward. "You know... I've always wondered how sensitive your horn was..."

Soraka's eyes widened, and Sarah knew that she hit a jackpot. The healer was usually timid and shy, but there was one thing she never allowed any of the Star Guardians do- touch her horn when she was in normal form, and touch her wings when she was in Star Guardian form. Now was the perfect time to find out whatever secret the healer was hiding.

Sarah pressed her index finger against the tip of the golden horn, drawing it down slowly to the base of her forehead. The Starchild panted, her breathing becoming louder and heavier until she was letting out a series of soft, quick moans. "P-Pleaaase, d-don't..."

"You want me to stop?" Her one finger drew aimless little circles across the smooth, slightly cool surface.

"Y-Yeessss!"

The red haired girl suddenly released Soraka's wrists. The healer blinked, before looking up at her with big, dewey emerald eyes in slight confusion. "You see..." She rubbed her index against the side of her horn. "You might say you don't like it, but I think that's a lie, Soraka. Feel free to prove me wrong. Feel free to push me away, or call for help right now. But if you don't, just know..." Sarah leaned in close to Soraka's pointed ear, nibbling on the lobe gently and eliciting sweet gasps from her. "... I'll be sure to make you go absolutely crazy with pleasure, and I won't stop after this one chance, no matter how much you might beg me. Ten seconds... Nine..."

She felt Soraka swallow, and then moan out again when she pressed four fingers against the horn, running her digits up and down, up and down.

"Eight..."

What if she had miscalculated? What if Soraka really didn't like this?

"Seven..."

Her fingernails gently grazed the surface of the horn, other hand finding its way on Soraka's stomach.

"Six..."

Soraka's lips were moving, but Sarah couldn't tell what she was saying. Small gasps and cries kept tumbling from her plump lips, and they were all Sarah needed to continue.

"Five..."

Her other hand had reached Soraka's shorts, and Sarah pushed them down, delighted to see that her panties were nearly transparent at this point.

"Four..."

She was moaning something. "S-Sarah, please..."

"Three..."

Her hand snaked down, underneath the thin fabric of her panties to her aching wet core. She could literally feel Soraka pulse in response to her touch.

"Two..."

Sarah grinned at the small squeal of pleasure when she pressed her thumb right against the healer's aching clit. She drew tight, tiny circles on that little bud, drawing out sweeter cries. She was so wonderfully responsive.

"One..."

The girl's hips were buckling now. Her thighs tightened around Sarah's hand, but she continued her relentless attack on the girl's clitoris, pressing the nail against the underside of the little bundle of nerves and peeling back the hood.

"Zero."

Sarah pushed her lips onto Soraka's, and she did so at the right time- she felt the younger girl give a muffled shriek of pleasure, her hips lifting from the bed. A surge of wetness coated the gunner's hand, stickying her fingers with sweetness. Her hips were shaking as Sarah kept rubbing her horn and clitoris at the same time, drawing out her orgasm. The first of many, anyways. Her tongue pushed into the healer's mouth, and she was all too eager to explore her cleric's warm, wet mouth, pushing her tongue down. With a hum of satisfaction, she finally pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva dribbling down the younger girl's lips. "Good girl." She pulled her hand from Soraka's panties, pushing the undergarments down in the process. "I wish you could see yourself right now. You're absolutely stunning."

Soraka whimpered. She looked dazed and so incredibly aroused, a pink glow emanating from her cheeks. "S-Sarah..."

"Sh..." The gunslinger pressed her finger to the girl's lips. To her surprise, the healer obediently parted her mouth, suckling on her wet finger. She shivered, feeling the girl's tongue wrap around her digit, sucking her clean from every last drop of her own arousal. The sight of the elegant and pure girl, moaning quietly as she cleaned her hand, filled the red-haired Star Guardian with a strange feeling of twisted satisfaction.

But it wasn't enough. The night was still young, and Sarah had two weeks' worth of twisted fantasies to unload upon the poor, unsuspecting healslut.

What type of facial expression would Soraka be making by the end of the night?

Sarah couldn't wait to find out.

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