So i just woke up at 7.30 a.m. I went on LoL to say good morning to people and maybe check out Warring Kingdom skins. Then my S.O told me this through chat the moment i went online:

[7:59AM] D**********e: im gonna fuckk the shitt outta you.

you hear?

[7:59AM] support velkoz: o-okay. this is not how one starts the day

[8:00AM] D**********e: sex doesnt only happen at night sweetie.

Yes. It is only 8 in the morning. Yes, i'm still sleepy. But i'm horny beyond hell and... six-year-old me live on emotions after all. Sorry if the chapter is a bit short. I live for the feels, live for the emotions- live in the moment or (in my opinion) never live at all.

Chapter 7: Undone

The radiant dawn cast its light over Citadel's peacefully sleeping people as brilliant shafts of golden light beamed in through windows everywhere to herald the start of a new day.

It was barely past six; most civilians were still lying in bed, swords already clashed on the Institute's grounds, Judicator Arianna was quietly enjoying a cup of tea, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, seated across from her queen-consort somewhere within the Palace. Over head, indifferent clouds coalesced, de-coalesced, and drifted about on their merry way. In the secret dungeons below Citadel ,Inquisitor Ganja snorted as he drew stick figures on the obsidian wall with his swords.

It was, in short, just another normal day for Sefiran Aerilion.

Asri sighed with contentment and stroked the young angel's soft blonde hair. Morgana purred in her sleep and held on tighter to her mentor.

'Don't ever let me go', her little angel had whispered fervently as she shook uncontrollably and her eyes rolled into the back of her head; overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her from top to toe all thanks to the skillful ministrations of Asri's fingers.

Ahh... slow and steady...

A master bladeswoman could also be a master cunninglinguist, an expert fingering sensei, an accomplished ear-nibbler.

Or so Asri had discovered, as she manipulated the young thing below her like a rag doll through one orgasm after another, filling her with so much pleasure she would have been able to milk every secret from her grateful plaything; secure every vow of allegiance; even get her Ana to pledge her life to her new master.

What made Asri smile and feel warm inside was the fact that even after the glorious love-making, even as they laid on the bed holding onto each other, kissing happily in a warm little bundle of female flesh as they indulged in post-coital bliss, her Ana said the same thing to her over and over again.

Clearly, thus, it had not been the lust - induced ramblings of a young Sefiro overwhelmed by pleasure. No, her Ana really did love her. Asri let her hands run along her young lover's soft, smooth back. Her palm cupped a delightfully firm ass, squeezing ever so lightly. The nude body besides her was perfect to a fault. So soft. So smooth. So young and pretty and delicious...

Best of all, it now belonged to her.

All of it.

Lazy fingers trailed over young, turgid nipples; made hardened by the cool of the lifting morning mist and the cold air of the leaving night; the balcony door had been left ajar as the master bladeswoman ravaged her young ward to the latter's eager acceptance the night before.

In any event, the cold air had been much needed; half an hour in and the sheets were drenched in sweat, giggles and a copious amount of sexual fluids. And that was not counting the next two hours...

Young breasts fit neatly in her calloused palms. Her Ana mumbled sleepily, shifting even closer to lean into her mentor's touch. Not that it was possible, really; they were already holding each other nose to nose.

And now, lips to lips, as Asri detected the tiniest fluttering of her Ana's eyelids and immediately swooped in to deliver her morning kiss to now inert, unresponsive lips.

Inert unresponsive lips that quickly and eagerly parted as soon as their owner had the first notion of what was going on to let the elder Sefiro's warm, wet tongue invade Morgana's oral cavern. Asri crawled on top of her young ward, sliding one leg between her Ana's own to part them before insistently pressing against the girl's womanhood with her knee.

Morgana was a bundle of nerves; she was sensitive everywhere to touch. Having her clit assaulted so early in the morning left her unable to suppress a sleepy gasp; one that only allowed her vivacious lover even further into her mouth.

Her tongue awakening, Morgana fought back. Tried. But she was both groggy, inexperienced, and positively glowing from being freshly fucked... a.k.a tired. As such, in the bed, as in the courtyards of the Institute, Morgana let herself be disarmed and plundered by her lover; the beautiful, skilled master bladeswoman cum lover that was Asri.

To be fair, it felt very nice.

She giggled softly, wide young eyes peering up at the heavenly visage above her as Asri leaned back and straddled Morgana's hips.

High, regal cheekbones below piercing, playful amber eyes led down to a smooth long neck at the base of which there was... ahh... the love bite that she had marked Asri with. Perky nipples on slight pink areolas stood out on firm, compact jutting breasts. A solid expanse of stomach beckoned her lustful gaze down, down, down to the...

'Good mornin' ', her mentor husked. There was an evil twinkle in her eyes as she began grinding herself oh-so-subtly against Morgana's mound.

Heat flushed Morgana's cheeks as she watched her mentor tilt her head back and let out a lustful moan, her gyrating hips driving both of them mad with the building pressure in their loins. Brilliant sunlight bathed Asri in a golden glow from the shoulder up.

The sun was rising over Aerilion, Morgana realised.

'So what would you like for breakfast?' Asri smiled, eyes closed. So close now... so close...

'You.' Was the solitary answer as she felt petite hands reach up to fondle her breasts. Her own hands cupped her Ana's face as she leaned down and kissed her little Sefiro on the forehead.

'Mhm... I would like that, yes.'

It would not be the last sex they had that morning.

But let's be honest; no one's keeping count anyways.

(break)

Asri's living room, same day...

The exhausted girl lie prone next to her on the couch, lips moving wordlessly as she mumbled in her sleep. Soft, feminine snores could be heard coming from the sweet little thing. Asri sighed with happiness as she leaned against the cushions and watched sunlight fade, one hand idly stroking her Ana's hair.

It had certainly been an... interesting two months, yes. Two fun-filled months. Two crazy months. Two months of fucking the brains out of a girl one quarter her age, perhaps. She sighed softly at that. Age be damned...

But it was still a good two months as far as intelligence gathering had gone; having sex regularly with and earning the undying loyalty of her Ana was just the icing on the cake.

In fact, with Irongate falling to her brethren and three dead Guardians thanks to the handiwork of her sister things were more than great. If anything, Asri should celebrate. Knowing she had the younger sister of the Judicator's most promising lieutenant wrapped around her finger was in itself enough reason to throw a party for her alone.

A smug smile on her lips, the 'Sefiran' master bladeswoman ran her hands along the young girl's thigh and reached for the moist wetness between her sleeping plaything's legs.

With a leisure pace she began pumping first one, and then two digits in and out. In and out. Soon her Ana had awakened and attempted to shoot her a cheeky grin, but the addition of the third finger to plunder into her depths cut off all attemtps at speaking.

Asri was pretty sure it cut off all the youngling's thoughts as well. She dared bet.

The miserable yet endearing bag of flesh writhed like a fish stuck on dry land underneath the skilful ministrations of her deft fingers. Gasping, moaning her name. Begging for release. Good. She liked to hear her Ana beg. But she also loved torturing her little plaything; if only for a little while more.

'Please...', Morgana mewled, her back arching impossibly as the pent up pressure in her loins kept her right on the edge. Release. She wanted, needed release. But the fingers were undulating- they did not speed up to bring her that pressure she craved for with every nerves in her being.

'Please', she begged to Asri's impassive stare.

Oh, she loved this alright. Morgana was such a simple creature. Granted, that was to be expected; she was but a child in Sefiran, and indeed, Fallen, years. But such a simple creature was something Asri had not seen in all her years of espionage. It made it soooooo simple to entrap her. Show the young thing something amazing, something incredible beyong belief; pleasure. The girl would make her own descent into Asri's web. It was as simple as that.

Take a grown woman's experience in sex, minus it from the naivety of the once-blushing-virgin that was her Ana and you would get the greatest possible sum of sexual gratification. Asri relished the thought that should her Ana live a long life every single woman she would ever sleep with would be compared to her; Asri- Morgana's first. And of course Asri would always come out the winner; the little thing's heart belonged well and truly to her to do with as she pleased, after all.

Morgana had initially appealed to her as she stood by the Institute's gate daily simply watching the flow of people. No particular reason for that- she usually finished her spying by the time afternoon came around and she could just have opted to go home and prepare for the more covert operations that night time demanded. Not that the Institute itself offered much in the way of intelligence anyways; the meat of the matter was often in the Palace itself.

But Asri liked watching people. In many ways the clueless Sefiro were just like her; they looked the same, after all, even down to the wings. And that was just fine. The only meaningful difference was in their beliefs- where ignorant Sefiro believed in the rule of one; tyranny, really- the Fallen believed in rule by Council, rule by vote, rule by the people's choice.

Asri frowned a cute little frown as her thoughts side-tracked. Her Ana only whimpered even further underneath her. Cute.

Freedom was a virtue all of her people believed in. Likewise the Sefiro- but they only went as far as preaching that holy virtue; they never practised it.

They were stupid. But of course, everyone knew that.

They were a bunch of insufferable fools and they didn't even know it. Her Ana's big sister was one of those types.

Thinking of Kayle gave Asri a brilliant idea. She slowed the thrusting of her fingers down even further to the point that Morgana's walls tightened and released her digits each time with an almost mournful squelch! Her Ana's sexual fluids weeped freely from the gaping hole as Asri's free thumb massaged her young ward's erect clit; eliciting moans of her name over, and over, and over again.

It was about as obscene as obscene could get. But for the sister of famous Fallen assassin Krotia, limits were meant to be broken. Obscenity became Asri.

'Mhm...what would Kayle think if she found you like this, huh?', she whispered into the moaning girl's ears. Tears ran down her Ana's cheek. She had hung on the cusp of orgasm for a full minute now and her insides burnt with the desire to be released. A desperate hand shot forward to force her mentor's cruel, cruel fingers to penetrate her harder, faster. But the hand was grabbed and pinned beside her head by the wrist. 'What would she think if she sees you pinned, helpless, by the kitty, under me- your supposed teacher and guide?'

Morgana mewled pitifully as she felt the lapping waves of ecstasy flirt at the nerves of her wet slit, only to skip away again. She was burning; warm wet cavern oozing her excitement onto the couch without restraint. 'What would our Justicar-apprentice say?', murmured Asri, nibbling on her Ana's right ear.

Too much.

It was too much. Too dirty. Too wrong. And yet so right. All at the same time.

'Scream my name', whispered a Goddess in her ear.

Yes! Morgana cried. Yes!

The fingers probing inside her clenching walls were insignificant now. With a guttural moan Morgana came, shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm finally claimed her. It swept over her like a tsunami; erasing all thoughts, all emotions, all of who she was. There was nothing in her left. She had come her soul right out of her pussy. Or so it felt like until the only thing left in the world was her lips and voice and mouth and vocal chords screaming moaning shouting 'Asri Asri Asri'.

Yes!Yes! Yes!

'Asri!', the youngling screamed her name. She convulsed almost uncontrollably, her pussy walls clamping with a vice-like grip on her three slim digits. The wrist held restrained in her grasp shook like a pebble on the slopes of a land-sliding mount Ashbourne. That is to say; very much. Almost so much she lost her grip. Asri had very little doubt that if Morgana's hand got free it would wack her in the mouth; the poor girl had immensely powerful orgasms and lost control of her body easily when drowned in ecstasy.

But like Asri had promised herself, limits were meant to be broken.

With the wicked-est grin since unto time immemorial, Asri decided with evil relish to, at that very moment, finally speed up the thrusting of her fingers into the loins of her faithful student. Oh, this was just too good. Asri thought. Played like a fiddle. Jerked like a puppet on strings. Poor girl never realised what she was being subjected to she thought it was pleasure...

Pfff...

Breath caught in her throat as the second orgasm crashed into her, cleaning sanity out the door, Morgana thrashed off the couch, the juice-coated slick fingers sliding out of her with a hellishly-obscene pop!

She continued cumming, twitching on the floor like a dying wind-up toy with its key running the final clockwise lap. Twitch. Jerk. Twitch. All the while reeling from the indescribably satisfying fuck she had just been blessed with.

Asri pondered four seconds, then deigned to lick the mildewy juice off her fingers.

Mhm...And now, for the final blow.

'I think she would join us, sweetie', Asri giggled.

...

Morgana was lost.

To this woman.

Forever.