Galaxy squawked.
"Just because you saw Droite and I do that," I began, brushing out my hair and glaring at him, "does not mean you get to be a pervert bird! Next time something like that happens I'm putting you in the living room." Then I smirked as his crimson eyes grew wider. "Or better yet, the basement. I hear there's some buddies wanting to see you down there." At his horrified chirping I laughed, putting my brush down and grabbing a couple of hairclips, pulling my hair into pigtails. I looked in the mirror over my dresser, blinking and feeling the weight of my mascara on my lashes. It was odd—for once in my life I was actually wearing makeup. Nothing too overboard, but a layer of foundation and mascara was enough to make me look absolutely stunning. Droite was right; my makeup complimented my eyes. Smiling like a girly-girl into the mirror, I twirled around. Then I dropped the fake smile and looked down at my clothing.
For once I wore a short purple skirt and black tights—completely different from my school uniform. On top of that, I wore a t-shirt that was pink, and the hoodie I was bringing along was a light blue and had a bunny on it. I packed my bag up and slipped on my jacket. I blew Galaxy a kiss goodbye before going downstairs and collecting my keys. I'd already eaten so I was good to go—and honestly, I was about to explode from happiness, despite the dire circumstances that had been put upon me. Hearing the honk from outside, I smiled and grabbed my keys, heading out the door.
The Jeep in the driveway, which had been taken home by the twin butlers who had driven me home yesterday, held the one person that made a smile actually come to my face. I climbed inside, grinning at my fiancée, and leaning over the center console to give her a kiss. Droite smirked against my lips and pulled me into her lap, shutting off her car as her mouth moved against mine.
Pulling away, I looked down at her. "Geez, you're excited today."
"Considering how bad I want to get you naked right now, yeah." I blushed at her words and she laughed. "Should we stay home today? Because honestly, I really need to feel you again."
"How about we check out at lunch?" I suggested. "I can just collect my work from my core classes and whatever. Plus we kinda need to tell everyone about the wedding, y'know…"
She sighed, allowing me to slip off her lap. "Fine, fine…" Turning her Jeep back on, she looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. "I love you, y'know."
I blushed deeply, shocked by her sudden admission, but feeling my ego soar at her words. "I love you too," I replied, interlocking my hand with hers. With a cheerful atmosphere, we made our way to school.
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Mizael poked my side after I came over to our lunch table. I glared at him and dumped an apple on him, sending my sad-looking pizza over to Alit again. I sat beside Droite and we held hands underneath the table; Gauche gave us a funny look, having sat a little far off from us. The Kamishiro twins were with their own group, of which I had learned the names of: Ryouga was Nasch, leader of his group, while his sister Rio (named Merag for some odd reason) helped control the others. Durbe, Gilag, and a couple others sat with them, with Alit sometimes engaging them in conversation. Mizael had his eyes on Durbe the whole time, and the librarian-themed boy would look over at Mizael and blush every now and again.
If anyone denies that those two are in love, they're idiots.
"Hey, you two," Gauche spoke up, catching mine and Droite's attention. "What's going on? Droite, you haven't even texted me since the party Friday."
"Truth is," she began, "I'm breaking up with you. Believe it or not, Kai and I are getting married."
Everyone's jaws dropped. Mizael had sparkles in his eyes and he stood, slamming his hands against the table and leaning forward. "Tell me more!" he yelled, getting the attention of a few other people nearby. Even Ryouga's group had turned to look at us.
Gauche glared at me, sending the impression that he was utterly pissed off at me stealing his—ex—girlfriend. Droite got in the way of his intense look, sending one equally as cold, because he instantly backed off and left the table. I breathed out, glad that that was over. Mizael was still standing beside us like a dog begging for a bone; his eyes were glued on me and if he had a tail, he'd be wagging it by now.
"What?" I asked, glowering at him. He pursed his lips, gazing at me curiously.
"When's the wedding?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
Droite took the liberty of answering the question. "In a week or so. My parents are being particularly quick with this arrangement since they know of Kai's predicament."
At the confused group of looks we got from our friends, I replied, "My father's on his deathbed in the hospital and if he dies without me being an adult yet, I'll be sent back to Japan."
"Ohhhhh." Sitting back down, Mizael rubbed his forehead. The others had slowly gone back to what they were doing, and Droite and I gave each other a look. We nodded, saying farewell to our friends, before leaving for the office.
We checked-out separately and about ten minutes apart in order to keep suspicion to a minimum, so nobody would know what we were up to. I met her in the parking lot, climbing into her Jeep. She kissed me quickly and we drove like hell to get to my place. My body was beginning to get warm with excitement and apprehension, my fingers tingling and wondering just what she had planned for me.
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When we had arrived at my humble abode, Droite grabbed a small black bag from her Jeep's rear seats and together we went up to the door. As soon as I had opened it and let us inside, she was on me, barely giving me time to shut the door before she was kissing me and pushing me up against the door. I gripped her hair as her hands shoved my skirt off my hips. The article of clothing hit the floor with a quiet thud and she lifted me up, my legs going around her waist.
"Feel like going all the way?" she questioned against my neck, her lips having found their way there without my knowledge. My heart thudded hard in my chest, but I nodded, wanting her with every cell in my body. She giggled seductively into my skin, biting hard over one of the healing marks. I groaned, raking my nails down her jacket-clad back, wishing she were shedding clothes as well.
"Let's finish this in my room," I moaned, and she let me down gently, agreeing quietly. As I walked, I felt her hand on my hip, holding me to her. I no longer cared that we had known each other for a small amount of time; I loved her and I wanted this with her. She followed me up the stairs, and as we made it to my room, Galaxy squawked and fluttered in his cage, obviously expecting the both of us to come in here. Hurriedly taking his cage off the hanger, I ran him downstairs, kicking my shoes off in the process, and sat his cage on the table before running back up to my room and shutting the door.
Droite stood in the middle of the room beside her bag, her plaid shirt hallway open and revealing her skin-tone bra underneath. I smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head as a way of apology for the bird. Swallowing my fears, I walked up to her, trying to act as sexy as I could, and pressed my lips to hers, lowering my hands to her ass and grabbing her. She groaned, her hands unzipping my hoodie and unbuttoning my shirt.
Before I let her have any more fun, I pulled back, then pushed her backwards. She fell onto my bed and I hopped on top of her, straddling her wide hips and kissing her hard. Her eyes glowed as she looked at me, and I simply smirked, leaning down to nip her neck. She slipped her hands up into my shirt, and I allowed her to lift it off of me, leaving me in my bra, panties, and stockings. Her eyes flicked to my for a second before her hands were on my covered breasts.
Surprised, I placed my hands over hers, but she squeezed gently and I couldn't help but moan. Droite smiled, pulling down one of the cups and taking my bare breast into her hand. A sigh escaped my mouth and I leaned into her grip, unclipping the bra and letting it fall from my shoulders. Her palms were warm against my skin and I could feel the pit of my stomach filling with heat. On instinct, I rocked my hips, desiring orgasm greatly.
Droite somehow removed her shoes as I busied myself with her shirt. She continued to massage my breasts and I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from simply grinding against her. I unbuttoned the last of her shirt and unclasped the front of her bra, tentatively lifting the clothing from her chest. It was odd, seeing another woman's chest, but dammit, it was a turn on and I found myself gently palming her breasts. She groaned, her head falling back against the sheets.
"Kai, I need you under me. Now." Her fingers made their way to my hips and gripped my skin hard. She flipped our positions, and I ended up on my back, sprawled underneath her. Her lips met mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth, entertaining my own while she unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Her movements caused her to grind into me, and I hissed in pleasure, my nerves beginning to get overridden by sensation. My hands left her chest to hold her shoulders as her mouth found one of my nipples, and her tongue felt like heaven against my skin. A moan slipped from my lips and I arched, wanting more contact.
Droite entertained herself with my chest, kissing my skin gently and nipping where it felt good; she was definitely experienced and I was glad for that. I had no idea what I was doing but it felt amazing and I wanted more. No, I needed more—I needed her. She smiled as she lifted her head, and then I realized what she wanted to do.
This was it. I mean, she wasn't going to take off my stockings—I wanted those on—but she was going to take off my panties and that was what I was nervous about. I nodded slowly, shaking just a bit as her lips burned a path down my too-flat stomach and down to the band of my panties. A simple white, nothing complicated, as she stated into my hipbone, but at least it made removing it easier. Her teeth gripped the cloth and she dragged it downwards, agonizingly slow, until she removed them completely and dropped them to the floor.
Squeaking, I covered myself with one of my hands, blushing and panting and sweating while looking up at her. She pressed a kiss to my forehead before taking my wrists in one of her palms and pinning them above my head. I closed my knees, trying to hide myself from her, but her soft, butterfly kisses on my neck and shoulders slowly calmed me enough that I relaxed my legs and allowed her to gaze downwards.
Yeah, it wasn't exactly perfect, but apparently she didn't care; she kissed her way down my body, spreading my legs with her elbows as she did so, and her mouth found its way to the inside of my thighs. I shuddered, now realizing that while she had been calming me down, she had tied my hands up to the middle post on the headboard. I struggled slightly against the black tie having been used as my restraint before giving up. She saw my reaction and smirked in a sly way, almost where I wanted her; I could feel her hot, moist breath on me and I grew more anxious by the second.
The instant her lips pressed against me, I came. I couldn't exactly help it; the sensation overload and being restrained like this had turned me on more than I had realized. Crying out, I pulled hard on the tie and arched off the bed, pleasure riding my nerves and making my world go blank for a few seconds before the uncontrollable contractions of my muscles slowed. Droite was looking up at me as I came back down, and I stared back at her, blushing and exhausted but still desiring more. Her tongue slithered out from her lips and I felt her lick slowly. It was such an odd sensation that it didn't feel entirely good at first; like a slimy snake writhing around down there. But she tapped the tip against a rather sensitive part and I groaned, feeling my body liven once more, hypersensitive to all sensations.
"Droite…" I sighed, wanting to grip her hair as she continued. Her eyes remained on me and she hummed quietly, sending vibrations into me. One of her hands prodded against me and she pressed a finger into me, which felt incredibly weird but fulfilled the need to have something to grip onto. She moved her digit within me along with using her tongue to pleasure me, and she left me right on the edge when she suddenly pulled away and slithered off the bed.
Droite pulled her bag up with her and set in on the chaise, opening it and taking out something that I could not see; she had turned her back to me and was preparing whatever the hell she had brought with her. I watched her as she slipped out of her remaining clothing and finished whatever she had been preparing. She brought it over, and I gazed at it with a tilt of my head, raising an eyebrow at the shape of it.
This… contraption had a harness (I guess?) shaped like a thong or something, with a long, rubber piece to it sticking out the front, and a small nob on the inside of it. I looked at it for a few seconds, then up at Droite with a confused expression. She laughed, slipping into the weird panty-type thing and slipping the small nob inside of her. She groaned as she did so, and then climbed onto the bed and between my legs.
I then realized what it was that she was wearing, or at least, a best guess as to what that thing was. Gazing at her, I pulled at my restraints, but she shook her head and propped herself up over me, holding a small remote in her left hand.
"Just let me know if it's uncomfortable, and I'll turn the vibration off," she muttered, holding my hips tightly with one hand while guiding the long, rubbery thing to my entrance. My heart raced as I felt the cold rubber press to my thigh, a weird liquid that was on it leaving a wet trail on my skin. Droite pushed my legs open further, and eventually I felt the tip of the rubber shaft against me. She shifted a little bit, and then with a powerful motion of her hips, she entered into me with that contraption of hers.
This was a lot different from her fingers, I thought as I cried out. Since I hadn't really, y'know, done anything down there, it was apparently really tight and whatever; or at least, that's what it felt like. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it didn't hurt, and at some points, it actually felt good. I panted hard, unable to control the natural motion of my hips and moving backwards and forwards slowly. Droite held me still, however, and used her own movements to send pleasure rocketing through my body. Slowly, she rocked her body back and forth; the length inside of me apparent had some kind of bumps to it (I hadn't analyzed it enough to actually know) that got to all the right places, and I barely clung to the edge of orgasm. Yanking hard on my restraints, I managed to unknot the tie and my arms immediately encased Droite, my fingers clutching her back and shoulders. She kissed my lips gently before gazing at her remote and pressing a button.
Before I understood what was going on, vibrations flooded my center and I moaned, thrusting hard against her and my hands going to her ass to tell her to go deeper. A massive wave of pleasure was coming my way, and I couldn't help the desire to be taken by that wave, listening to her quiet sighs and moans as the vibrations also transferred to her. She went faster, knowing that I was desperate for orgasm, and the increased pace only made me want it more.
Droite then suddenly pulled out, the weird rubber thing still vibrating, and flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up and sliding the device into me from behind. I hissed, shoving pillows out of the way to breathe, and gripped the sheets below me. She was moving faster now, moaning just as loud as I was, and gripping my hipbones hard. My innards burned with such ferocity that I knew I was close to the edge and there was no stopping me from falling off that cliff.
Droite leaned forward, gripping my hands with hers and thrusting harder into me. I cried out as her teeth met the back of my neck, marking me further as hers, and driving me closer to orgasm. She knew exactly where I was, her lips kissing my skin and one of her hands maneuvering down between my legs, stroking me quickly until I seized as that tsunami of pleasure rammed into me. Calling out her name, I moved my hips backwards as she continued to move, but slower and still caressing me with her fingers, and the peak of the orgasm came with no sentimentality. Sprawling out on the bed, my knees went lax and I fell forward, the vibrating device slipping out of me.
My lover leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth as I panted, and I gazed up at her with a blush. I felt sore, but pleasantly so. She directed my gaze towards her lower half, and I could see that she had the vibration on full power while gripping the base of the smaller nob and moving it in and out of herself. Embarrassed but wanting to see her come, I watched as I calmed my heart. She grew more and more desperate, kissing me hard and slipping her tongue in and out of my mouth in pace with how she was pleasuring herself.
With a final loud moan, she pulled herself up on her knees and moaned loudly, pressing the nob fully into herself and clutching my leg with one of her hands. With her eyes shut, mouth open, and on her knees with one of her hands between her legs, she looked utterly amazing and I found myself wanting to go again, but exhaustion was pulling at my bones and despite her beautiful state, I had no energy to move.
As she came back down, her head dropped forward and she fell onto the blankets next to me, sighing in content as she opened her eyes to gaze at me. I smiled at her, still breathing rather heavily, and she just smirked. Turning off the vibrating rubber thing, she slipped out of the harness and dropped it onto the floor.
"Well," I began with a hoarse voice, "that was rather amazing."
Droite laughed and rolled her eyes. "It was, but that's only the tip of the iceberg." She leaned forward and kissed my sweaty forehead. "Don't worry; I won't bore you."
I glared at her. "If you keep being as cocky as Mizael I'll kick you out before you have a chance." At her slightly shocked expression, I smirked. "Kidding, idiot."
She was about to say something when I heard a loud screech from downstairs. Apparently Galaxy was having a conniption about being left out in the living room. Sitting up, I pushed my sweaty teal bangs out of my eyes and got out of bed. At Droite's questioning gaze, I stated, "Galaxy's gonna freak out if I don't give him attention. Although I'll be right back up after I give him some loves."
She nodded and lay back against the mattress, her chest heaving still as she placed an arm over her face. I smiled and, without caring to put on clothes because I knew they'd be ripped off again, I went into the living room to give Galaxy some much needed attention.
First time with a Yuri lemon. I hope you enjoyed and review.