For her twenty-fifth birthday, Celica's older sister Konoe presented her with a lovely red scarf. She had not known what to do with it when she opened the present, but she treasured it nonetheless. Now Celica stood in front of the mirror for almost half an hour attempting to integrate the accessory into her outfit. Ragna sat on the bed, occasionally looking up from his phone to see what other elaborate knots she had tied her scarf in. He laughed at her attempt to wear the scarf like a headband. "Can you help?" she asked with a pout.
"Babe, you look sexy no matter what you have on," Ragna told her. He wasn't exactly fashion-forward, but he wanted her to figure out the scarf and join him on the bed so he could remove her white lingerie. Not like it was an eyesore, but he'd rather Celica be naked and in his arms at all times.
She huffed, hands on her hips. "That's a real roundabout way of saying you're not going to help me!"
"I never said that. Actually, I think I got an idea." Ragna approached; Celica didn't miss the look on his face that screamed ulterior motive. He pulled the scarf down over Celica's eyes. "How about this?"
She could barely see him through the single layer of thin cloth but could tell a smile adorned Ragna's handsome face by the way he chuckled. It sweetened this little game. Celica's cheeks grew warm as she swayed from side to side, willing to play along. "I don't know… Does it look nice?"
"Perfect." Ragna kissed her, demanding and hard. His tongue explored the corners of her mouth before twining with hers. Shivers raced up and down her body. A breathy moan filled the room; she realized it was her own voice rising in excitement as he feasted on her mouth, on her building desire. Strong arms embraced her and Celica clutched at his massive chest, hard as iron under his shirt. Ragna's large hands grasped her ass and pulled her up against him. Feeling his erection through her panties intensified her mounting arousal.
When they finally separated for air, her lips felt tender and a bit swollen. Ragna tilted his head to one side, deciding how to proceed. Whatever plans he had in store for her, whatever ideas his beautiful brain concocted, she couldn't wait to experience them. Celica whimpered when Ragna released her and stepped away. She reached for empty air. "Where did you go?!" she whined.
"You have to find me," Ragna said. Celica blinked behind the blindfold, unsure what he was getting at. She heard footsteps but Ragna had moved far enough that his figure was hard to differentiate from the bedroom furniture. Then, the lights went out.
"Hey!"
"No complaining." Celica lunged in the direction of Ragna's voice but grabbed air, pouting. "C'mon, you can do it."
She stomped her foot. "You're not being fair!"
"Whining won't get you closer to me, y'know," Ragna goaded.
Celica huffed yet couldn't help but laugh. She bumped into various objects while searching for Ragna, who would not remain in one place for more than a second. She had been in this room hundreds of times, able to navigate it in her sleep. She didn't know where anything was now when it mattered most, her mental map completely skewed. This had to be the strangest and most exciting game of hide and seek Celica had ever played, her heart racing.
"Over here."
Ragna's voice seemed to ricochet off the walls. She paused mid-step, waiting for him to make a sound of any kind. Celica's ears caught a rustle and she closed in on it like a predator does their prey. Upon discerning his silhouette, she leaped onto him, snuggling into the familiar pair of pecs so he couldn't escape. "Tag! Now you're it!"
"Nope, you are," he returned with great amusement in his voice. Ragna bent Celica over the side of the bed and removed her lingerie. His cool breath washed over the wet seam of her pussy as her slick labia parted for his fingers. His digits pumped with such vehemence, such relentless precision. A blast of pleasure ready to shatter her insides and overwhelm her senses approached; so enraptured by the coming event that Celica didn't register Ragna had bound her wrists with some kind of fabric until he withdrew. Based on the texture and elasticity, Celica assumed it was a pair of her stockings.
Ragna laid her on her back and assumed his rightful position between her legs. Her lack of vision made the sensory experience so exotic, flavorful. Her heart hammered in her breast as his mouth worked her pussy. Her spine arched at his oral expertise, every moan he elicited threatening to become a scream. Her entire body quivered, muscles straining for a magnificent release. Forgetting her wrists were bound, Celica attempted to reach for Ragna and sobbed in frustration, thrusting frantically against his mouth.
A climax like no other alleviated all the tension gathered in Celica's abdomen. She screamed and thrashed about, trying to bury her cries in a pillow as her entire body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. Her natural fluids spilled into Ragna's expectant mouth as a final flick of his tongue on her clit unleashed the floodgates and left Celica exhausted. Even the ebbing was glorious. Ragna loosened the scarf enough to lock eyes with her. She smiled at him; the manner in which he stared back, his mouth ajar and eyes hungry, he might as well have been drooling.
That was just the beginning. Celica lost count of how many times they did it within the four hours leading up to midnight, how many times they swapped who blindfolded and restrained the other. One thing was clear, however: Celica had to thank her sister extensively for the wonderful birthday gift.
POT: I meant to write some kind of story for my favorite girl's birthday but ideas were dry. But now I have finally put one out for this cinnamon roll, and it is better late than never! Also, there will be a RagnaXCelica story posted on Valentine's Day, written and ready for the 14th of February to roll around. Be on the look-out!
Beta-read by Wild Blue Sonder