"Gods. Okay, next time, we make sure the job giver actually knows what the seven hells they're talking about before we take a job to alleviate our boredom."
Oda grumbled as she and Shai passed the archway into Revenant's Toll. Her body ached, the stench of sweat and gods know what else stuck to her skin and clothing and the most egregious part of it all was a job that was supposed to last only a day or two maximum ended up lasting over a godsdamned week, and in that time Oda hadn't even a moment's time to spend with her girlfriend. Part of her annoyance was from just missing her, and another part of it was from feeling pent up in more than one way.
"Agreed," Shai, for once, shared in Oda's annoyance and complaining, armor clanking as she shambled next to her up the cobblestones into the Seventh Heaven, "I was looking forward to spending time at home with Aym."
"Oh, same. I wanted to spend time with Shtola, if I could pry her from work."
To her relief, no one said much about how awful she smelled, or at least how she thought she reeked, immediately shuffling past Tataru and into the baths.
"Oh man, this is the best," Standing in the cascading water, it felt amazing to feel her muscles relax under the hot water and the grime wash away from her skin, running her fingers through her dark hair. After a few more minutes, and making sure to thoroughly wash the fur of her tail, Oda shut the water off with a metallic squeak.
"All squeaky clean, Dearest?" Y'shtola's voice was the most sought after reward Oda could have asked for, wrapping a towel around herself and unable to keep the smile off her face as she carefully bounded over to her, planting a kiss on her cheek, "Did you miss me that much?" She teased.
"Well…" Y'shtola knew that tone in Oda's voice and what it meant, and smiled when Oda's hand caressed her cheek, "Of course I did. I always miss my beautiful Shtola, you know."
"Hmm. Well, I can't argue with that, seeing as how I missed my gorgeous Oda," Y'shtola smirked, fingertip tracing her bare collarbones, and even though the room was still warm and steamy from the shower, Oda shivered, "I do detest when unforeseen circumstances keep us apart."
'Oh Twelve, I need this.' Oda thought as her lover's fingers teased the top of her towel, playfully tugging at the folds holding it closed.
Softly, their lips met and Oda wrapped her arms around her as the kisses continued, her lover's arms draped around her shoulders, when she abruptly stopped. Oda cocked her head, both curious and slightly worried something was wrong,
"Shtola? Something wrong?"
In response, she shook her head, and looked disappointed and annoyed, "Nay, nothing is wrong. I merely forgot that the Alliance has asked for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to attend. It does not appear to be anything too serious, but it would be rude to ignore the request."
Internally, Oda cursed, unable to hide the roll of her eyes before Y'shtola playfully flicked her forehead, "Now, Dearest, none of that. We'll have plenty of time to catch up later. The meeting is in half a bell, held in Limsa Lominsa at Merlwyb's request."
With a final kiss on the cheek, she left the room, leaving the Warrior of Light to grumble to herself and pout as she quickly towel dried and combed her hair in the large mirror before reaching into her bag for something clean to wear,
And then grinning at what she found.
"The Scions of the Seventh Dawn are accounted for?" Nanamo asked, looking over the large conference table, "Has anyone seen Oda? It's not like her to be late."
"Last I saw, she was getting cleaned up." Shai commented with a shrug, "It's Oda. She'll be here at any moment now."
As if on cue, the door to the conference room opened, and the Azure Dragoon, the Spear of Eorzea arrived, but there was something different about her, and Y'shtola was the first to pick up on it. Oda purposefully walked past her and the scent of her perfume filled her nostrils. A sweet, flowery scent that she had previously mentioned being her favorite for her to wear. And not just that, no. It was a matter of her appearance,
"Ah, Oda, you've done something different with your hair." Alisaie piped up, pointing out how her long, dark hair wasn't pulled back into the usual ponytails and instead hung free. As if that was the only thing different about her and not the stark difference in how the two of them were dressed.
Y'shtola subconsciously rolled her shoulders beneath the fur trim of her dress as she looked at Oda's bare, toned shoulders, noticing how the gold trim of the red top she wore ever so slightly dug into the flesh of her bosom, the raised embroidery accenting the curve of her breast, trying not to be obvious as she looked her lover up and down. Her toned midriff, more exposed than normal, the matching skirt that covered just enough and the downright unfair addition of the thigh highs digging into her thighs.
"Interesting choice of attire, Dearest." Y'shtola added, resting her chin on her palm. There were times where she wished that her unique sight didn't make her privy to such detail, and this situation was one of them. While unable to see the colors and hues, the shape of her outfit normally, she could still see how tantalizingly her top clung to her bust, how the skirt threatened to reveal what was underneath. How from behind, her hips swayed back and forth as she moved to her seat directly across from Y'shtola.
"My apologies. I was given such short notice about this meeting that I grabbed the first thing in my dresser and rushed here. If it's a problem, I can change." Oda put on an innocent tone, but she wasn't fooling her in the slightest. The mischievous glint in her eye, the way her aether shifted laid bare her intentions to the Sorceress.
Oda, you little shite, what are you up to?
"Please, don't worry about it," Nanamo shook her head, "We're the ones who called you here on such short notice, your attire isn't an issue, Oda."
'It's rather hard to pay attention when you're doing that.'
During the entire meeting, whenever she needed to grab something, be it a map or document in the middle of the table, Oda made it a point to angle herself so that whoever was directly in front of her had a perfect view straight down her top. If she leaned forward and rested her cheek in her palm, she did so in a way that squished her breasts together; again, directly in view of whomever was in front of her. Which happened to be Y'shtola.
Gods, Y'shtola hoped that no one noticed the darkening red flush on her cheeks from her girlfriend's actions. Was she the only one who truly noticed this? Sure, Oda was sly, but surely someone caught onto what she was doing? Moreover, Y'shtola was the one doing the flustering, making Oda turn red and stammering. How could the tables be turned so easily? While Kan-e-Senna gave her input on the situation at hand, Oda stretched her arms behind her head, and when mismatched hues met her quicksilver gaze, she could have sworn she smirked, winking before returning to resting her chin in her hand.
She made them bounce on purpose
Shifting in her seat, Y'shtola did her best to pay attention, even as her thoughts kept going back to her cheeky lover across from her. Such an unexpected assault.
"Aym? What's so funny?" Shai asked, her tone barely above a whisper. Luckily the pair were seated far from the city-state leaders, so a hushed conversation wouldn't be disruptive. Hiding a smile behind his hand, Aymeric pointed over to the two Miqo'te women, one red faced and trying to act nonchalant about it, and the other playing it cool while pressing her breasts together and when Shai put it together, she rested her face in her palm.
"Of course," She whispered, "She was annoyed that she got no time with Y'shtola, and then this meeting. The little shite. How long do you think it is before Y'shtola cracks?"
"Half a bell." Aymeric replied, to which Shai grins.
"I say a quarter bell."
Oda had a hard time keeping the shite eating grin off her face as she watched Y'shtola all but squirming in her seat over her 'innocent' actions. If anyone else noticed, then they decided not to say a word about it, but she was sure that no one really gave her actions a second thought. She was merely shifting in her seat, or taking documents to read after all. Nothing suspicious there.
But still, seeing Y'shtola, normally calm and composed, fighting the growing blush on her cheeks gave her this sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. If she was going to be consistently interrupted and blocked by things outside their control when all she wants is some intimacy, then she's going to have to find a way to get it. One way or the other.
"Yes, Ser Aymeric?"
Y'shtola's thoughts were interrupted by Aymeric speaking,
"Pardon my interruption, but might I propose a recess? Perhaps a break for some fresh air will aid us in our current endeavor."
Shai, sitting next to him, covered her grin with her hand; he had taken pity on the poor woman, and she had won the bet. It had been barely a quarter bell.
Around them, chairs scooted out as everyone rose from their seats at the unanimous agreement, and as soon as Oda rose from her seat Y'shtola was at her side in seemingly an instant; her red cheeks were even cuter up close and she had to fight to keep the smug grin off her face. A startled yelp left her lips when her wrist was grabbed and she yanked her away and out of the room, saying nothing.
For a moment, she worried she was actually in some kind of trouble as Y'shtola dragged her into an empty room and promptly shut the door, turning the key in the lock.
"Shto-"
Oda was cut off when she was pushed against the wall abruptly, the hard, fervent kiss stifling anything she might have to say, instead replacing it with a muffled moan. A shiver ran up her spine feeling Y'shtola forcefully pinning her wrist to the wall, keeping it pinned even as the kiss broke.
"Is this what you were getting at? Hmm? You sure enjoy pushing your luck, don't you?" Y'shtola spoke in a lustful tone, pressing her body against hers, "You cheeky girl."
"Maybe I d- Ah!" Before she could remotely answer her with her own snark, Y'shtola sank her teeth into her neck, sucking hard on the skin as a sudden loud moan escaped her. Y'shtola's hand gave her breast a firm squeeze, to which Oda whined and squirmed. With a loud POP, she pulled away from her neck, running the tip of her tongue along the mark she had just made, grinning against her skin when she heard a surprised gasp as she tugged her top up.
"Oh Oda, you're so transparent," her teeth sank into her neck again, feeling the muscles in her wrist tighten as she squirmed beneath her so cutely, squeezing her bare breast in her hand, "But that was your point, wasn't it? That scheming side of you is dangerous, you know."
"Y -Ah!- es!" Oda's cheeks flushed red from the sensation of her girlfriends fingers roughly pinching and tugging at her hardened nipple, feeling her fingers dig into her flesh with each hard squeeze. Her plan was to play innocent to everyone but Y'shtola, and suffice to say, it had worked, as far as she knew no one else really batted an eye. Her knees buckled under the onslaught to her neck, now covered in both sides is deep purple bites.
Oh yes, this is exactly what she wanted.
Oda was so lost in the daze of satisfaction that she didn't notice for a moment that Y'shtola had let go of her breast and instead held both of her wrists together and it wasn't until she felt something tight wrapping around them that she realized what was going on.
"There," Another hard kiss, Y'shtola's tone amused and wanting as now both hands ran down her sides, fingers trailing over warm, smooth skin, "A punishment suited to your deeds."
Tugging on her arms, she looked up to see her wrists bound by some kind of rope or cord, hooked to a lamp fixture just above her head.
Leaving her pretty helpless and at her mercy, half exposed and vulnerable.
Oh
The smile on Y'shtola's face was a satisfied one as she watched her crouch down enough to teasingly bite one of her nipples, tugging on it and chuckling as she heard the loud, gasping moan from the other woman.
"You're so easy to tease." She chuckled, taking her other breast in her hand with a rough grope, thumb and index finger making sure to give the hardened nipple the same treatment.
"H-Heehe, you're one t..to talk." Oda moaned in response, looking down at the other woman with a mouthful of her bosom, "But you can't help that I'm so c-charming."
Y'shtola rose to her feet again, grabbing her chin, "Oh? Is that what they call it, Love?" Her lips met hers again in a deep kiss, "Charming?"
Oda shuddered, feeling her fingertips running down her stomach, tracing the outline of her abs. Her core almost ached in anticipation as just the tips of her fingers slid under the waistband of her skirt, legs shifting as she desperately whined. Gods, her fingers were so close that it almost hurt, ached deep inside to have them so closeby and yet so far away. She felt empty without them, her teasing act falling away as she became more and more desperate for her touch. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red when she realized that without even touching her, her smalls were already damp.
"Whats wrong, Oda? Is there something you want?"
Oh Twelve. She's going to drag this out as punishment, isn't she?
"I-I," Damn it, she had hoped she would have lasted longer than this, if even by a few minutes, but there was no competing with Y'shtola and her ability to turn her into a puddle, "Y-You. I want you."
The way her cheeks heated up, the pout on her face, the desperate look in her mismatched eyes; Y'shtola would have to remember this sight for sure. Truth be told, she herself was annoyed by the timing of this meeting. If she had it her way, they would have made up for lost time earlier in the day when they kissed in the showers and obviously Oda felt the same.
She just took a more proactive approach to getting what she wanted.
Y'shtola ran her hand up Oda's thigh, fingers tracing her inner thigh. So close, so teasingly close,
"Oh?" She cooed in her ear, grinning as the other woman whined, head tilting into her hand as her fingers rubbed and teased her soft ear.
"P-Please, Shtola." She whined; an adorable, pathetic sound. Music to her ears.
Her fingers moved, running outside her dampened smalls, "Oh my, that was so fast, you desperate girl."
Again, Oda shifted, whined, nodding. And if given the time, Y'shtola would have gladly drawn it out longer, make her suffer and squirm as long as possible, but time was not on their side.
"D...desperate for you...p...please, I need you."
Gods, the begging is what got her the most. Knowing that she was the only person able to turn the Warrior of Light into a pathetic, whining mess like this.
"How adorable," Deft fingers slid the wet fabric aside, and in a swift movement slipped inside of the woman's drenched, waiting cunt.
"Sh-Shtola…!" Her moan was louder, body trembling as her thumb pressed against her swollen clit, rubbing in circles, sending waves of pleasure through her body as her tail flipped back and forth, the fur almost standing on end in response to the stimulation.
In response, Y'shtola added another finger, pressing her body against her while giving her breasts some attention, squeezing and groping them as she moaned and trembled against her.
Helpless, unable to move or do anything in response to Y'shtola's assault. Unable to
do anything but reap the results of her earlier actions, of her teasing throughout the several bells long meeting until this recess. Hours of conveniently bending over, of 'accidentally' exposing her cleavage when she happened to be looking.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, Oda?" Y'shtola's breathy tone wasn't helping her attempt to keep some composure, clearly indicating how pent up she was prior to the meeting.
"Y-Yes….!"
She couldn't even try to be cheeky at this point, her only thoughts were about Y'shtola. About her fingers inside of her dripping cunt, her lips on her neck, her breasts teased and played with. Hearing her voice dripping with lust, with want for her, for her body.
Oda never questioned that Y'shtola desired her in every sense of the word, but sometimes a hands on reminder helped when she was so pent up like this. Her feet shuffled on the stone floor as a third finger slipped inside, head tilting back resting against the wall, toes curling as the sensations rippled and crashed through her. In the back of her mind, she hoped this room had thick walls, yet part of her couldn't care less. For all anyone knew, it could be anyone having sex in here; it's Limsa Lominsa, after all.
"Hmm, let's not run out of time, Love. I still want my turn as well, you know," Gods, that tone, the way her words were sweet, yet lustful and commanding, "Be a good girl and cum for me, hmm?"
The way she was able to command such an action was astonishing; as soon as the words left her lips, her thumb pressed against her swollen clit harder, fingers curling inside of her, zeroing in on the one sweet spot she had been teasing this whole time. Waiting for the right moment to strike, lips gracing the skin of her neck as she chuckled,
"Such a good girl, my sweet, mischievous Oda."
"Shtol -AH!" Her fingers didn't stop just yet, threatening to overwhelm her senses. Vision going white, seeing stars as her mind seemed to go blank, unable to handle it anymore. Her fingers inside of her, her teeth sinking into her neck leaving more marks, roughly groping her breasts. The second orgasm came faster, smaller but still intense and easier than the first, her legs trembling and wobbling, her juices running down her thighs. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard it felt like it was going to burst, breathing hard as she felt Y'shtola's fingers finally slide out of her.
A small whine left her lips, almost upset at feeling suddenly 'empty' after those blissful few minutes, left staring blankly as Yshtola loosened the bindings on her wrists, feeling her fingers tingle as blood flow properly returned to her extremities. Fumbling just a little, Oda grabbed her by the fur lining her dress and pulled her close again, a hand sliding behind her head as she kissed her with newfound energy. Y'shtola chuckled, moaning softly into the kiss when she felt her lover's fingers groping at her breast, even through her dress.
"Mmm, my apologies, Dearest, but I fear I'm not as….well dressed as you right now," She teased with her hands on the other woman's shoulders, encouraging her down onto her knees as she spoke, "It'd be difficult in the time we have for me to fully undress…"
"Heh, are you calling me a hussy?" Oda retorted with a smirk, knowing full well the last thing Y'shtola would ever call her with any amount of seriousness would be a hussy, a slut or anything close to it. In fact, the closest anyone has seen her to assaulting someone came when an Ishgardian noble commented negatively about Oda's -honestly rather modestly- exposed midriff, making some rather nasty comments and implications about the woman and her chastity.
In response, Y'shtola pressed the tip of her boot to her chest, firmly pushing forward. Not enough to actually kick or forcefully shove her to her back, but too signify her intended desire, "Hmm, well, of course not. Merely, only for me."
Laying on her back, Oda watched as her lover parted her dress, lifting it up as she kneeled down, all but sitting on her chest. Oda was unable to wipe the smug grin off her face, seeing the results of her teasing, of her thinly veiled exhibition in the meeting, as well as surely how riled up her moans and squirming had made her. In the light from the lamps, Oda could clearly see her dampened smalls; had she been that aroused this entire time?
"Now, we haven't the time for small talk, Oda," Y'shtola's tone dripped with want, quicksilver gaze locked onto hers as she watched her fingers pull her dampened smalls to the side, hitching up her dress up with the same hand as she reached out and grabbed a fistful of Oda's hair, shoving her face into her glistening folds. Her back arching, Y'shtola bit her lip, stifling a loud moan as Oda's lips wrapped around her swollen nub. Fingers tugging her hair harder, body trembling as her own pent up desires flooded through her. Oda thought she was the only one annoyed by the severe lack of time together? If not for the meeting, she would have taken her right there in Mor Dhona.
Oda's hand dug into Y'shtola's leg, holding her in place as she maneuvered her hand between them for a moment, feeling her warmth wrap around her fingers as she slid them inside. Her digits immediately drenched, slick with her juices as her assault continued. Rubbing inside of her, caressing her inner wall while her lips and tongue continued unabated. Her scalp burned from how hard she was pulling at her hair, but she barely registered it, unable to bring herself to care. It's not like she was pulling it out.
"T..twelve...Oda…" Y'shtola's moaning was her favorite thing to hear, a beautiful melody that only she was allowed to hear, her heart skipping a beat at the words that passed her lips, "Fuck, Oda….!"
It was a very rare thing to hear Y'shtola Rhul swear.
She must be very pent up.
A dull thump brought her gaze above her, eyes looking up as much as she could to see her lover bent forward, her free hand holding her steady against the wall, her expression one of pure ecstasy, cheeks flushed, eyes closed as more trembling, breathy moans escaped her. Y'shtola could vaguely feel her grinning against her core, lost in the rippling waves of pleasure torrenting through her body, bombarding her senses.
"G...Gods….I love you….w...what a g...ood girl…"
The Scion's mind was going blank, unable to form a sentence or even properly tease her girlfriend, who was so lovingly working to get her off. Fingers curling against the wall, sweat rolling down her forehead, body trembling as she finally relented, her orgasm coursing through her body, arms and legs quivering as she slumped forward. It felt like bells, but her senses came back, still unsteady as she eased herself off of Oda's head.
Y'shtola smirked, meeting Oda's own smug grin as she wiped her mouth dry, fixing her top with her free hand.
"Oh my, all that because of my wardrobe? Oh dear…." Oda teased, only for Y'shtola to reach over and pinch her cheek playfully,
"Enough cheek out of you, Dearest. You know full well what you did."
Of course she did, and she couldn't have hoped for a better outcome, really.
"Oh, Oda, are you cold?"
Alphinaud's worried tone surprised her, and she tilted her head,
"Why do you ask?"
"The scarf. You weren't wearing it before."
Indeed, she was wearing a wide scarf around her neck, wide enough to cover any conspicuous marks on her neck that she may or may not have,
"Here," Before she could say anything, he draped a coat over her shoulders, "You can't be faulted for having little time to dress properly, but we can't have you sick."
As much as she enjoys teasing him sometimes, Oda couldn't bring herself to do so now. Such a pure display of kindness didn't deserve the truth of the matter, so she accepted it with a sweet smile and a word of thanks.
On the other end of the table, Thancred turned to hide a cheeky smile behind his hand, just in time to see Shai'yra and Aymeric returning as well, the former with a noticeable limp to her gait,
"Are you hurt?" Alisaie asked, to which Shai met Oda's gaze, with that shite eating grin on her face.
"Oh, no no, I tripped. You know how clumsy I am." She chuckled.
"Yes, I fear I was a fraction of a second too slow to catch her." Aymeric added; to his credit he managed to keep the blush off his face long enough to back up the lie.
Sitting with the rest of the City-State leaders, minus Aymeric, Merlwyb rested her head in her palm, simultaneously amused and exhausted by the entire sequence of events.
"These damned horny Scions…"