Her hips shook, buckled. Her legs widened, fell. A foot first, then both, slid on the wrecked sheets. Hana recognized the bed, the dampened mattress under her back. In her ears, she distinguished heavy sighs, pleased moans, little cries. At last, Ekaterina gave out a long, unflinching cry when her overloaded clitoris stung as if pierced by a needle.
A light on the façade of the building flickered before fizzling out. Hana touched, explored, she mapped out the trembling body on hers. The little girl pulsed, a small bird in the enclosure of her arms. In that uncanny moment, she slid a hand beneath the long fall of Ekaterina's hair and cupped the curve of her neck. Fresh tears surfaced in her eyes as she pecked the girl she held most dear.
Hana's hands cared, they did not offend. Ekaterina brushed her face on her chest, her mouth nuzzling between Hana's breasts. She seized the sheets in her fists. A quiet whimper from the girl begged her to stay when she moved to pull out. She would have none of it. The toy had served its purpose. Carefully, she eased it out and her hands fidgeted as she fumbled with the harness to unbuckle the belts. She let it fall down the bed and curled her legs up next to her body as she sat by Hana's side.
Drowsy with exhaustion, Hana gazed at her Mistress. Ekaterina's hair was a mess where her hands had roamed. It had lost its natural smoothness. The tilt of her nose and her chin poked out beneath the bangs over her face. She thought she looked at her prettiest. Her eyes moved downward, on her belly glistening with her arousal and their sweat. The sweetest peach was safely treasured between her slender legs.
Ekaterina jerked her head away when she reached out to brush her bangs off her face. Hana pushed herself up on her elbows and tried again.
"Katja."
Her Queen rushed to her. With a hand on her neck, she shoved Hana down and mounted on top of her. Hana felt a cold mist on her chest where Ekaterina's breath blew on her wet skin. It clouded her mind when the moistness of her pussy came down to wet-kiss hers. Her bangs still adumbrated her eyes, but she distinguished anger in the asperity of Ekaterina's traits, a raging storm that she could escape if she made the right move. She closed her fingers around the wrist on her neck. Her chest leaped up. She answered her answer.
"Yes."
The pressure on her throat grew stronger. Her eyes hooded and it couldn't be sorrow what she saw in Ekaterina's. Her Queen leaned down and lingered on her skin. A cheek was then on her breast and Ekaterina rubbed her face against it while a smile disfigured hers when the other girl fondled her nipple with the tip of her tongue. Like a ballerina, it danced lightly on her crinkled flesh. Hana beamed at it. She'd never seen a richer scarlet red as the one coloring Ekaterina's tongue, only on the lips of some little girl licking a cherry popsicle in the heat of summer afternoons – and even back then, the yearning to take in some of the girl's fruity taste could not have been compared to the need she felt now to be sucked in by her Queen. She shifted, hoping the girl would stop caressing the surface and dive in.
At last, Ekaterina released the grip on her neck and her mouth laced around a teat. An excruciating feeling took Hana over before milk streamed out and her head snapped back. Her body closed around the smaller girl's like a shell on a perl. Ekaterina took her inflamed nipple between her incisors and stretched the skin, taking care to inflict enough pain on her nub. At the same time, her fingers pulled on its twin. Soma overflew and she pushed her palm against the milk laden mound to contain it.
"You're wasting it."
She flicked both of Hana's nipples. It didn't help the situation as more Soma flooded. Hana grasped the sheets. Her back rose, eager to shove her breast back in her mouth. Her hips jerked, a 'smack' could be heard where their pussies joined. Blindly, she caressed the face on her chest, gently urging her toward a nipple.
"Again," she huffed.
Ekaterina's voraciousness came back at once. She opened her mouth wide and closed it around her bosom, raking her teeth until she reached and pinched Hana's nipple. Hana stroked Ekaterina's jawline as she suctioned her. Her hand caressed her slender back, her fingers descended the stairs of vertebrae toward her agile bottom. She had a feeling that Ekaterina would've cut her skin open to dig for the source of her power. She would have let her. Between her legs, her lips opened and enveloped Ekaterina's as the girl slid back and forth at a leisure pace.
When she parted, Soma glistened on her mouth and she licked the drops there. She licked those on her fingers, those trickling down her wrist, parched like a Bedouin who had yet to reach an oasis. Happy tears rolled down Hana's cheeks and the mattress received them like it had received her pleasure. Ekaterina lay down upon the girl at her disposal. She lazily pecked her collarbone with damp lips. Her damper lips mimicked her actions, slicking upward on Hana's abdomen.
"Since when did you let your Soma grow thick?"
Hana's laughter was heartfelt. It showered upon the Qwaser like the sunlight did some mornings, when her Maria drew the curtains of the bedroom open. She always closed them afterwards when Hana left her to arrange their breakfast.
Her turgid nipples moved against her slave as she licked upward. She shaped Hana's pulse point with a firm stroke of her tongue.
"Answer me."
She bit it.
"It has been ready to be unloaded for a while now."
"Unload, you say? How come you're never impatient to 'unload' your Soma on the battlefield?"
She nipped at the line of Hana's jawbone.
"No battlefield."
"Where I need it the most."
"The most, yes."
Ekaterina smiled and dropped her eyes on Hana's heaving bust, on the untouched breasts and its pouting tips, and she ventured back. Pulling aside a lock of hair, she leered at the girl through her eyelashes. Her mouth went near Hana's breast and her lips began their torturous stroking. Hana held her gaze and watched bewitched the swirling of her tongue as she massaged the bottom of her nipple before pushing it inside. She felt the fleshy body underneath, a brief taste, before it popped and released its contents. Her Maria stiffened and slammed a foot in response, and she felt the palpitation of her breast, a tingle in her mouth. She put a hand on Hana's abdomen, where quick contractions ran underneath the tightly stretched skin, and glided it downward. Swallowing a sip, she positioned two fingers on her outspread folds.
"Still this swollen?" She rubbed her before penetrating her. "And this loose too?"
Hana raised a smile and gave her a welcoming squeeze. She pumped her fingers, listlessly exploring the gallery like somebody at their third hour in a museum. Uninterested, she brought herself up and inspected Hana's face closely. Her fine features were the portrait of the happiness she didn't like to see, the ones that made her slave look even more desirable.
"Katja-sama?"
The ones that made her salivation increase.
"Open wide."
Like a fan, Hana's legs opened.
"I'll take it that you're ready for Karimero."
Hana squashed her thighs together.
"Another time, perhaps." Ekaterina cupped her cheek. "Open wide."
Hana yielded to her touch, and she leaned forward. Her voice melted in Hana's mouth, her words sipped within.
"You've been a good girl, Hana."
Her spittle dribbled in between Hana's parted lips. A first droplet, then a second. It hit the girl's lip and slipped inside, coating her tongue. Pulling away, she let the liquid ooze out and accumulate in her slave's mouth. She stopped her ministration to observe the girl.
That solution was a concentrate of her Queen and her Soma. After spending the night wishing for her Qwaser to take the Holy Milk off her chest, she now regretted it as her own essence still lingered in Ekaterina's mouth, altering its purity. Yet, she knew she would never be satisfied with that little. Hana smiled back at the promising grin on her partner's lips. With her mouth wide open, she was ready to receive everything her Queen was willing to give.
A fresh drop spilled, and she let it rest in her mouth like one does with the highest quality liquor before sending it down her throat. A sense of dizziness pervaded her as her insides warmed up, and she reserved the same treatment to the many more which followed.
Ekaterina felt urgency in Hana's restless grip around her waist. There was fretting in her trembling fingers as if the girl was going through some inner fighting, struggling between the wish to hold her tighter and the resignation which came with the knowledge of being neglected to do so. Her own hands reacted instinctively and closed around Hana's head to keep it in place for the girl had slowly began to inch upward. She pushed her down and raked her nails along her cheeks. A last seeping of liquid fell and missed Hana's mouth.
"This is mine."
She licked it off her chin. Hana's tongue chased after her retrieving lips.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She pushed it back with a finger.
Hana grinned and apologized by kissing its tip, before her tongue reached out again. Ekaterina made a move to shove it back, but she anticipated her with a playful smile. The Qwaser cocked an eyebrow at her cheekiness and waited with her index above her lips. Hana gave it a quick lick before pulling back. She had expected Ekaterina to chase her, but the girl didn't and she pouted before trying again.
Again Ekaterina's finger stood there, motionless, pointing at her mouth. With a scowl, Hana made one more audacious tentative, flicking it to get a response. She received none and decided to brush it for all its length.
"I suppose your ass remembers where my finger has been better than you do."
Hana furrowed her brows and made a sick face. The Qwaser seized the moment and two copper wires fastened tightly around Hana's tongue from both sides.
"Somebody's got your tongue, Onee-sama," she purred.
Hana gulped and tried to withdraw it with no success.
"What am I going to do with this insolent little thing over here, I wonder."
Ekaterina teased the unarmed tip, her fingers clasped and slid up and down its wetness. Hana slurred out incomprehensible sounds as she found out how difficult it was to swallow in that condition.
"So, what should I do?" Ekaterina's fingers curled lax on both sides of her prisoner's head and inched in. "Because I have this idea I'm sure you won't mind."
Hana stared out blankly when she pulled back.
"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear."
Ekaterina left a second peck on her tongue. Despite the restraints, Hana did her best to stretch her tongue out as far as she could, offering more flesh to play with. And Ekaterina played with it. She swirled her tongue around it, she kissed it, she swiped it between her lips, she scraped it with her teeth.
"Or, do you need more hints? Because I'm getting tired of talking to myself."
She lingered above her face and Hana's tongue pulled lightly at her upper lip. She nodded, pleased.
"Now, that's what I meant."
She took Hana's tongue in her mouth and the wires slithered off in the same way they appeared. Hana found herself responding immediately to her loving strokes and Ekaterina welcomed her hesitating advances, her shy attempts at reciprocate the twists of her darting tongue. She felt Hana's hands on her hips, they glided up and down her body. As they reached her thighs, Hana inched upward with her head. Ekaterina smiled on her lips, a brief thought crossing her mind. She sealed her mouth and pushed Hana back down.
"Don't you dare to move."
Hana didn't miss the challenge. When Ekaterina took her back in her mouth, her tongue brushed against her Mistress' teeth and the younger girl's lips parted wider. Teeth collided and clattered, tongues tangled, twisted, quarreled. Moans stuffed their chests and the squishy sounds and the funny growling of their throats went unnoticed among the many sighs.
"Enough."
Ekaterina moved her face sideways. There was no reason for kissing, at least not now. Not when tortures were over, not when their bodies had been satisfied, not when her Maria had been rewarded. No reason at all to be still on the girl.
Hana cracked an eye open, confused as to why they parted. Ekaterina's rapid breath hit her lobe and she stirred to peck her temple.
"Katja."
A rush of air, a new hand on her cheek, and she was attacked by the fierce Qwaser again.
"You don't say my name like that." Ekaterina bit and pulled her lower lip. "You don't."
She licked Hana's pain away, sucking it in her mouth. Her small tongue was urgent, pointed in her bickering. Sipping at her lips, she brought Hana's to emerge.
Hana guided her hands to Ekaterina's nape, to her face. Her fingers curled around the golden locks that surrounded their bodies, wrapped around their legs and slithered in places she craved to possess. Again, Ekaterina moved away. She rest with her forehead against Hana's while her nose nuzzled almost imperceptibly the older girl's. Hana cupped her cheeks gently, her thumbs drew small circles.
"Please, more." Her words were barely audible, strangled. "Kiss me more."
Ekaterina stirred, her fingers clawed at Hana's face but the girl felt no menace.
"There will be more, but not tonight." And she rolled off her body. Lastly, her hand left Hana's face with a parting brush of fingertips.
The heat where Ekaterina had been was now a ghost on her skin.
"Is this how it ends? No more plays?"
Ekaterina turned her head. Hana had cuddled closer, leaving no room for her precious intimacy and she was gazing at her hopefully.
"You still don't get it, do you?"
She read uncertainty in Hana's wandering eyes. Her body followed behind and she shifted on her side to face her slave.
"The difference between our plays and couples who experiment with them?"
Hana did not search for an answer, she knew the answer.
"We're not playing, Hana," Ekaterina whispered secretively. "We don't discuss 'plays.' We don't set up rules. We don't decide who's going to be the Master or the Slave. We don't play to spice up our relationship, to try something different, something new, something considered a taboo, a perversion by right-minded hypocrites. We don't need to play to prove ourselves what our roles are because those were decided since you knelt at my feet. We can't possibly be compared to those amateurs. I," she loathed the thought as she spit it out, "I can't possibly be compared to those women and men who addressed themselves as Mistresses and Masters, wannabes who make a profession out of it, people who use safe-words. Safe-words are only needed when you can't read hearts and bodies, when you can't see your partner's limits and teach them how to overcome them and, for obvious reasons, their partners don't trust them enough to put their pleasures completely in their hands."
Hana lost her mind on those dangerously close, alluring lips.
"This isn't play, Hana. It's the reality of my existence and you just happen to be part of it. If we had a safe-word, it would be the end of it all."
"And I would be packing your things."
Ekaterina stroked her cheek and rubbed her thumb on her mouth, stretching her plump bottom lip.
"Moreover, all so-called Masters fall in love with their slaves. It's inevitable."
"Inevitable?"
"Inevitable."
Hana's face lit up.
"What are you smiling for?"
"You said it's inevitable."
"I said a Master, a man. Give a man someone who does willingly anything he says, somebody who loves to receive what he loves to give, and he will fall for them. Give a woman a slave, and she will want more."
"Even so, can a Mistress have, say, a special slave? Like, somebody she values the most?"
Ekaterina stared intently in her bright eyes.
"You have a field. Season after season you see the colors changing. You know what type of cultivation plant on its soil. When you dig your hand in it, you know what its substance will be. You know how it'll respond to your touch, how it will crumble under your feet." She gazed off over Hana's shoulders. "Then, you raise your eyes and you see more earth, more grounds. You may not know whether it is fertile, if it belongs to somebody else. What you do know, is that you want it. Even though you have your own field, there is a chance that the one you now seek will bring with time more delicious products, not to mention the pleasure when, hoeing the ground, it'll bend to your will."
"You don't have a favorite field, then?"
"There is no comparison between subduing your partner and the thrills you get with a new conquer."
Hana looked like a beaten dog.
"But, even the farmer has to rest at the end of the day. Can we say that the ground where they build their home is their favorite?"
She put a wishful hand on Ekaterina's hip and trailed it upward, caressing her skin-
"What are you doing?"
and recoiling it between her own legs.
"I don't snuggle, Hana."
Her tone was cold, but her hand burned as she explored what was there to touch of Hana's flesh. Hana turned her head on the pillow, allowing herself to relish the moment before fatigue could take her over. She felt safe when she was around her Queen. She was surprised, however, as she found out exactly how at ease she could be under her scrutinizing gaze.
"I'd say it's the most convenient ground but," Ekaterina brushed her hair and locked a strand behind an ear. "Red soils do pay back more when they're wet."
Was it because of her weariness, of the daze she was in or because of her Queen's encouraging caresses, Hana dared.
"Katja-sama, I-"
"I appreciate. Now, go take a shower." She smiled wryly and slapped Hana's breast splattered with their dry fluids. "You stink like a dog soaked with cum." She definitely smelled too good to have her sleep like that.
Hana lay mutinous. Then, she rolled toward the edge of the bed. Ekaterina stared at her back marked with sheets marks and some others which would not leave her Maria's body anytime soon. Hana hoisted herself up, but the sudden motion and the slightest change of pressure made her head spin and she fell back down. She massaged her temples to rub the dizziness away. Focusing back as she sat on the bed, she took in the state of the room.
"Wait 'till the landlord hears about this," she muttered thoughtfully before reeling toward the entrance and disappearing around a corner.
A moment later, Ekaterina saw her pass in front of the room again while smelling an armpit.
"Why does she say that I-"
Taking note of where she was, Hana chuckled and pointed ahead of her.
"Err, the bathroom is this way."
Ekaterina's attention remained where once was the door while Hana's steps faded out in the hallway. When she heard the door of the bathroom being closed, she stretched her body and lay down on her back. The ball of her thumb massaged the bruised spots on her hips. She had expected to find friction burns once the harness would be off. She had had to make new holes in the leather straps or it wouldn't have fit around her small waist. Now there were few abrasions on her body because of the excessive tightness, but she knew she had to blame someone else for the numbness of her hips. Her hands went on her hipbone where Hana's legs had rung her. If she closed her eyes she could still feel the girl around herself, but she did not close her eyes. Instead, she leaped to her feet and went to the vanity table.
She took a brush and began to comb her hair. The abrasions were not what bothered her. On her shoulders there were marks where Hana had gripped her. Her eyes fell on her chest. A shivered crossed her as her nipples reminded her of Hana's breath on them. She promptly ignored the memory and opened a drawer in search for a camisole. As she put it above her head, she caught a radiant smile on her reflection. When the dress fell on her body and brushed the back of her knees there was no trace of it anymore.
She was "radiant". She stared off toward the entrance of the bedroom. That girl was truly an idiot if she thought her words would affect her in any way.
As she walked out of the room, she guided her puppet around. Once Hana would be back, she would be too worn-out to move a finger and she didn't like the idea of waking up in a messy place, or sleeping under after-sex smelling sheets, for the matter. She went to the kitchen and took the kettle from a cabinet. She filled it with water and placed it on the stove. She then sat at the table and listened to the whistling of sheets being changed in the bedroom and the soft downpour of the shower in the bathroom.
Hana was on her knees on the white patterned floor. Between her legs, the shower head shot cold water straight at her sex. Like a water tongue, it lapped. She directed the jet about her body, but returned it quickly where it was most needed. She felt cramps, period cramps. She knew they would end, but she was not sure of when it would happen as much as she wasn't confident of Ekaterina's love. She brushed a hand through her wet hair and swept them back. Water continued to flood and stream to the drain. A water mill, bolted down in blackness.
She sent a longing look at the glass door of the bathroom. She didn't expect to see her Mistress on the other side, but it hurt no less when nobody opened it. She gazed back at herself in the mirror. Red spots on her breasts where she had been kissed, scrapes on her chest where Ekaterina had raked her nails. Black-and-blue marks were on her neck and wrists. She raised her hips, orientating the cooling stream on her lower back. One never gets ridden of restraints.
When she dropped the shower head she observed her hands. She felt Ekaterina's weight on them. Her arms crossed on her chest and Ekaterina still trembled in them. A tear ran down her cheek when she closed her eyes. She wiped it off swiftly and went straight for the shower gel, squeezing the container like she had squeezed the dildo. It squirted on her hand a blotch of whiteness. She smelled the familiar perfume, the one she had been using for the past months. She tried to remember why she thought it smelled good. It seemed all dull now.
She washed her hands and her eyes searched for Ekaterina's shower gel. When she rubbed it on her body she knew she had crossed a line. She switched the water from cold to hot. The steam began to saturate the space and she watched her disheveled self. Ekaterina appreciated. The water scorched her skin.
Dried and settled, she headed back for the bedroom. She saw Anastasia busy as she dust the furniture. The damaged wall had been restored and the cracks had been filled in with copper. Hana brushed a finger along the striping of the shiny metal which branched out like arteries. Apart from this detail, the space showed no evident sign of their rendezvous. The bed was neatly made and the floor freshly wiped. A thin air blew in through the open curtains. Candles sparkled on the bedside tables and warmed up the subtle color of the walls. Copper shined and reflected games of lights around the space. She could not find Kajuta anywhere. She heard a steady noise, a white noise she only came to identify when her Qwaser's absence made her wonder on the girl's whereabouts.
Ekaterina was at the table in the dining room, sitting on a small cushion with her legs crossed. One foot dangled, the tip of the other barely touched the ground. Her slippers lay under the chair, paired up. Her small breasts indented the filmy texture of the camisole. Hana had bought that one.
Ekaterina lifted a hand to her mouth and took a bite off a cookie. The jar was open on the table and three cookies were piled up at the bottom. A glass of milk tea was in front of her. She dug the biscuit in and bit it, her sly eyes remained on Hana as she chewed. Her munching was the only sound in the place after Anastasia was done with her task.
Hana advanced and took a seat at the other end of the table. Her leg bumped against hers. "So," she said.
Ekaterina's lips parted as to speak. Instead, she smirked and took another bite.
"So, may I have one?"
"You may not."
Hana watched her partner bring one more cookie to her lips and half of it disappear inside her mouth.
"You can have this."
Ekaterina reached out, presenting the bitten sweet. Hana moved her eyes between the cookie and her Queen's encouraging smile. Certain of Ekaterina's offer, she leaned in. The Qwaser promptly retracted her arm.
"My shower gel is pretty expensive," she said.
Hana crossed her arms on the table and rest her head on them, resigned that she would not get any.
Ekaterina chewed quietly. Once she was finished, she brushed a napkin over her lips.
"Hana?"
"What?" Came the muffled answer.
Something was placed beside her on top of the table. She opened her eyes. A hand dirtied with crumbs was before her, fingers oily with butter, tips wet with milk.
"You better appreciate, too."
Hope you guys appreciated.
In my writing, I was inspired by the manga atmosphere, but there's a lighter feeling to it provided by few anime references.
Yoham, if you're still around,
Das war für dich.
