-Mind Her Manners-
"Are we okay with this?" Rosalina asked. "I mean... I knew I wasn't getting anything more than sex out of it, but it still seems wrong for Bayonetta to have a number of partners over a short period of time."
"All of whom are princesses," Lucina remarked. "Maybe it's a kink?"
"You think she likes a woman in power?"
"Or, rather, she likes taking away that power."
"I'm not certain using your attractiveness to your advantage is a crime, in any case." Zelda shook her head. "She was quite transparent, at least with me, about what she wanted and you can't condemn her for that."
They all looked to Peach for her two cents and the blonde shrugged. Apparently she'd been the only one stupid enough to develop feelings for the smooth talking witch.
"We don't have to continue if you're not feeling up to it," Zelda said quietly.
She smiled thinly, though the Hylian's kind tone did resonate within her. "I'm fine."
Maybe if they kept reinforcing the fact that Bayonetta was an absolute scoundrel, she'd finally let go of this silly little crush.
Rosalina and Zelda hugged Peach from either side, sandwiching her between them, and tears pricked behind her eyes. She really was fortunate to have such lovely friends.
Lucina cleared her throat. "You three are ridiculously cute."
"Jealous?"
"Maybe a bit." Zelda gestured wordlessly and, laughing quietly, Lucina crawled over to join them. After the cooing and cuddling had died down, the girls returned to their prior positions.
Lucina grinned and then drained her glass. "Phew. I think I've had enough."
They were all feeling good—warm, tipsy , and above all safe. In this circle, amidst friends and allies, they could trust that their secrets would be kept.
"Great. Your turn, Luci."
"Me?" She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, very well..."
"Don't leave out a single, dirty detail," Zelda insisted.
"Hah. I'll try my best." Lucina tapped her chin. "Alright. I've had sex with Bayonetta a few times, but I think the most memorable one was in the VR rooms used for combat practice." A chorus of impressed and curious exclamations followed the statement and the blue-haired young woman held up her hands. "Uh..."
"Let the girl talk." Rosalina shot Zelda a look and the russet haired beauty pantomimed zipping her lips shut. "We're all ears."
"Right. So..."
Lucina was, quite frankly, boggled by just how different this world was from her own. It had been a month and she still gazed around the sterile white halls with wide eyes and, though the other Brawlers were happy to answer her questions, they always seemed bemused by her awe.
The advances in technology especially drew her in and, on the days she didn't have matches or practice with her roommates out on the archery field, she could be found in the virtual reality chambers.
In addition to the range-style area where Brawlers could run training drills in tandem, there were private rooms where one could set specific parameters to give themselves the best training experience. Lucina stepped into one such room and the door sealed shut behind her with a hiss. The panel on the wall next to her lit up and she ran through a series of settings, adjusting the ferocity of the AI and the battleground. The final touch was to pick a form for her artificial opponent-either the familiar faces of the other Brawlers or a generic digitized form. After some consideration, Lucina selected 'random' and began the simulation.
The room darkened. Then, lines of data whirled around her, breathing light and colour into the arena: a beautifully mosaicked platform over which a triangle of platforms floated. She breathed in, delighted that she could actually feel the cool wind that gusted by, rustling the trees that slouched towards one side, and drew her sword, Falchion. The very same weapon her father used.
Her opponent materialized before her, the lines of code becoming a tall, statuesque, catsuit clad woman with short dark hair and a wicked smile.
Just her luck... Lucina pointed the tip of her sword at the AI even as her inner muscles clenched eagerly in response to the familiar light in stormy gray orbs. The sophisticated program was dead-on in its recreation of the Umbra Witch, Bayonetta—right down to the way it licked its lips, one hip cocked suggestively. One detail was amiss: her hair was much longer than Lucina had ever seen it, which was strange, but still flattering to her form.
It also perfectly recreated the woman's swift, fluid ferocity and Lucina was forced onto the defensive almost immediately by a rain of bullets from twin red pistols. It was still strange to her that she could leap backwards and upwards, catching the lip of a platform and pulling herself upwards-all without touching the edge of the relatively small room. She swung Falchion in a circle, deflecting the witch's rapid-fire, then used her blade to send out a powerful gust of wind that the statuesque woman had to cartwheel to avoid. Lucina took advantage of the cease-fire to lunge, rapidly closing the distance between them and launching a flurry of slashes and stabs that made Bayonetta duck and flip with all the grace of a dancer.
It was as though she was made of water, effortlessly evading any attack Lucina threw her way. If the blue-haired woman hadn't known better from matches versus the dark haired Witch, she would have suspected the program was cheating. She pushed herself harder, attacking with a frequency and aggressiveness she didn't normally employ in order to keep the AI on the defensive. It was frustrating to continuously fail to make her blows connect, doubly so because the Bayonetta doppelganger smirked, remaining within arm's length even as she twisted and feinted.
Day turned to night and back again with the pair trading blows.
Lucina scoffed, twirling and striking at the witch with the hilt of her sword, and the AI moved with her, catching her arm and twirling her as though they were on a ballroom floor rather than on a holographic battlefield. When she came full spin, she found herself pressed flush against the voluptuous front of her opponent. The Bayonetta AI leaned in, eyelids low, full lips poised, and Lucina's face went supernova.
What in the world...?
She detangled herself from the buxom Brawler with a violent lurch, bringing her Falchion up between them. Just what was the AI's game? This wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before; there was no setting that could possibly make the program act inappropriately towards its opponent.
Lucina didn't have time to think about it as she ducked a roundhouse. She quickly found herself being pushed backwards and took off at a run to avoid being gunned down. She had to take to the floating platforms again, the sharp sound of bullets along the underside making her ears ring. The minute the cacophony subsided, she leaped to the next platform-and just in time because the Bayonetta doppelganger came blurring upwards, guns blazing.
She was too fast.
Lucina rolled forward and swept her blade upwards, Falchion finally making satisfying contact with her opponent. She shot another gust of wind from her blade, blocking off the AI's escape and launching a flurry of blows that kept it reeling. Her confidence soaring, Lucina lunged-
A giant black fist smashed into her in an uppercut and she was knocked bodily across the stage. Falchion clattered to the ground, sliding some distance away; Lucina's own contact with solid rock hurt, though that feeling was quickly eclipsed by fear as her forward momentum sent her over the edge. She managed to catch herself on a root, muscles straining as she held on for dear life.
Dangling above the thick layer of clouds, night swiftly washing over the stage in a wave of dark blue, was a terrifying sensation. Even if tournament rules dictated that she couldn't get killed or seriously injured and even if some small part of her knew this wasn't real, she couldn't separate the reality of what she could see and feel from actual reality. Her pulse spiked as she struggled to maintain her faltering grasp. It really and truly felt as though she was going to plummet to her death.
Then, slowly but surely, she began to slip. She struggled to find a handhold, but the rough rock surface proved to be devoid of them. A hand caught hers just as the sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach made her eyes snap shut and her throat constricted with an unreleased scream. She was lifted bodily and blue eyes met gray.
Bayonetta? Why would she rescue her opponent rather than knock her out of bounds? And why would the program have altered her appearance mid-simulation? That short, chic hairstyle was back and, upon a second glance, the guns strapped to her heels were blue.
"You looked like you could use a hand."
It took the girl a moment to register the meaning of the words through her astonishment. On one hand, the AI couldn't speak except for pre-programmed phrases. On the other, once the VR chamber was sealed, no one else could enter unless the user permitted it. So how...?
The warmth of Bayonetta's form was very real as her hand slid along the curve of the blue-haired woman's spine. They were hip to hip, though the Witch was much taller, and the hand on Lucina's waist prevented her from placing distance between them. Her head spun, lips parting eagerly when Bayonetta kissed her, their tongues engaging in a heated dance. When they separated, Lucina attempted to ask one of several questions spinning around her head, but only got as far as a stammered, "How...?" which earned an amused chuckle.
"A Witch never reveals her secrets."
And when the Bayonetta AI jumped down from a hovering platform, landing neatly behind the woman it was modeled off of, Lucina only had more questions.
... There would be time for that later, she decided, her breath hitching as both Bayonettas smirked and pinned her between them.
...
Lucina mewled, shivering as long-haired Bayonetta stripped her of her clothes with deft hands. Short-haired Bayonetta was upon bared skin immediately after, her hands finding ways to make the princess buck and arch as she clawed at the sheets beneath her.
Bayonetta had taken complete control of the situation, as she usually did, and the chamber now resembled a posh castle style bedroom complete with a four-poster bed, sea green ornamentation, and stone walls from which elaborate tapestries hung-the most notable of which depicted an angelic figure descending from the heavens. A set of doors leading out onto a balcony allowed fresh air to circulate throughout the room, but it did nothing to dispel the rising heat.
"Hold on..." Rosalina interrupted, her eyebrows drawing together.
"Let the girl talk," Zelda teased.
"But... But that sounds like Palutena's quarters!"
Peach raised an eyebrow as she rested her head against the Hylian's shoulder. The room spun less, thankfully, but her solidness was still comforting. "How would you know what they look like anyway? I thought you said you two hadn't done anything."
The blonde's blush was admission enough and her companions rounded on her like lionesses on a fresh kill.
"Okay, okay! Geez. I'll tell you everything later. Let Luci finish."
"No more interruptions, please." Lucina shook her head and, after some thought, continued her story.
The blue-haired princess's hands had been bound in front of her around the forearms by the crimson ribbon that had secured the Bayonetta AI's hair and she wasn't able to do much else but wiggle her fingers. Long, dark tresses tickled hypersensitive skin as the doppelganger slid down her body and the girl arched and gasped.
"Bayonetta..."
"Which one?" the original asked. She seemed pleased as she straddled Lucina's face and told her other self, "She doesn't cum until I do."
What?
A sharp nip to her inner thigh made her gasp, "Ah!"
"That's right, princess, open up."
Lucina found herself enveloped in the scent of Bayonetta's arousal and, though the attention to her own sex made her moan and quiver, she didn't hesitate. At the first touch of her tongue, the woman above her shifted, spreading herself wider, and her fingers twitched. This would be so much easier if she could use her hands...!
"Pay attention." Down below, the Bayonetta AI punctuated the command with a teasing jab of her tongue and the girl growled, but did as she was told.
She had to crane her neck in order to get a good angle and once she did, she nuzzled dark curls, flicking her tongue out to tease between arousal-flushed lips. It wasn't long before her chin was wet and Bayonetta's thighs trembled. She wasn't making Lucina's job easy with the way she bucked, but the princess gave it her all despite the maddening swirl of a hot, wet tongue around her clit.
"You must be doing a good job down there," Bayonetta said conversationally to her double and Lucina yelped when the AI's nod caused her tongue to slip lower.
Her fingertips caught on strands of dark hair and she clutched them in a desperate attempt to ground herself in the face of the pleasure that spread through her frame like wildfire. She turned her head, burying her face in Bayonetta's thigh to muffle the cries and whimpers that were forced from her throat with every rapid flick of a tongue across her clit.
She was close... So close...
The forceful grasp on her hair that brought her attention back to Bayonetta's cunt made her wince, but she obediently went back to licking and slurping, her inner muscles twitching.
"She doesn't cum until I do." Very well, then.
Lucina flicked her tongue over the bundle of nerves at the top of Bayonetta's slit, the sensitive little target she'd been avoiding up until now. When the woman groaned and rolled her hips to prolong the contact, Lucina wrapped her lips around her clit and applied suction. She was gratified by a colourful exclamation and redoubled her efforts, alternating between direct stimulation and teasing around the nub until the brunette came with a throaty moan.
Just before Lucina herself could reach orgasm, Bayonetta rose and her doppelganger paused in her attentions. The white hot frustration that erupted to replace the fading pleasure was almost instantaneous and Lucina choked back a sob.
She wouldn't beg. She wasn't going to stoop that low for the Umbra Witch.
"Not bad." Despite her blasé tone, her prodigious chest rose and fell rapidly and Lucina smirked.
That expression faded when Bayonetta flipped her onto all-fours, pulling the girl's hips back so that her face was pressed into the sheets.
"Untie me." Lucina fought against her restraints and was surprised with just how strong the thin ribbon proved to be. This wasn't the most comfortable of positions and her shoulders were beginning to ache.
She swatted Lucina's rear, just hard enough to hurt. "I don't think so. And if you keep nagging me, I'll have to find a creative way to shut you up." There was a dark promise in that silken purr and Lucina's inner muscles clenched even as she bristled indignantly. If she could just get her hands free before the woman drove her mad...
Fingers tickled along the lips of her sex and that idea went right out the window as she whimpered.
"Could you at least move my arms?" Desperation made her tone sharper than usual.
A second strike on the same cheek stung. "No."
"...Please?"
"Tch."
The Bayonetta AI moved around to her front at a command from the original, kindly untying and re-securing the princess's binding. She hunched her shoulders, trying to resume normal blood flow, and breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could thank the woman, a single finger teased shallowly at her slit and she raised her hips higher.
"What do you think, should we finish the job?" She was talking to the AI, but given that it couldn't respond, this was just a part of her wickedness.
"You can't just leave me like this."
"Can't I?" The warmth of the brunette's body left Lucina with a cool sense of panic.
"Wait!"
"Hm?" Bayonetta sounded further away and, above all, amused.
"Please..." Her pride made it difficult to speak and it came out as a whisper.
"Please? Now what could you possibly want from me?"
The girl's normally even temper flared. The sadistic woman would get what was coming to her.
"Come on, princess. Out with it." That teasing finger withdrew, only to slick wetness against the puckered entrance of her anus. The strange, but not wholly unwelcomed, sensation made Lucina tremble.
Her sex ached with the need for release. If Bayonetta left her high and not so dry, she didn't know what she would do. "Please... Make me cum."
"Why didn't you say so before?"
Her annoyed retort gave way to a low moan as Bayonetta thrust her fingers inside without preamble, the penetration eased by just how wet the blue-haired princess was. Her pace was hard and fast and Lucina wouldn't have it any other way as her eyes rolled back, pleasure razing her senses. Orgasm loomed with near painful intensity, and she struggled against her bindings as she rode Bayonetta's fingers, each pump of her hips to meet them speeding her towards oblivion.
The Bayonetta AI reached under Lucina, toying with her nipples, and the pinpricks of pain-pleasure resulting from the rough treatment made her cry out. All it took was nails raked along her spine and a particularly hard thrust and she buried her face in the woman's lap to muffle the scream that was forced from her by the long, talented fingers that brought her over the edge.
By the time Lucina stumbled out of the VR chamber, a little dazed and a lot satisfied, Bayonetta had already made her escape.
Peach had to admit... That had sounded like a rather incredible encounter and the others seemed to wholeheartedly agree. She tucked away the VR chamber idea for later use and remarked, "I think you might be the winner here, Lucina."
"Mm? I didn't realize this was a competition."
"It isn't," Zelda supplied. "But I get what she means. You can't help but wonder how your story will stack up in comparison to the other girls'."
Peach shot her a grateful smile and she winked.
"You two are awfully close." Rosalina's narrowed eyes examined the space between the princesses'-or rather, the lack thereof. "What's going on over there?"
In way of response, Zelda laughed melodically, a gloved hand rubbing Peach's back in soothing circles. The blonde felt as though she would nod off if the gentle motion continued and she made a quiet, pleased sound. She was aware Lucina and Rosalina were staring, but she was too comfortable to feel self-conscious about it. Zelda had that effect on her.
"Okay. Who's next?"
-End Chapter-
You decide! And no votes for any of the non-Bayonetta side pairings, please. They'll come up soon enough.