"It's time, Mikoto," Gullah said as she gently squeezed her shoulder, waking her from her dream. Her vision was a little blurry. But a few quick blinks, and she was right as rain.
" But first," Aya said, coming out of the longhouse, looking bright-eyed and excited. "Something a little more comfortable," wearing an amused grin. She held something behind her back. Mikoto groaned. "Please tell me it's not a…."
Gullah shook her head, "no bugs. But something…." Aya chuckled, "more comfortable." Quickly brought out, holding just high enough to cover her face and childishly peek from behind. And the moment she saw it, Mikoto wished it was a bug. But no, what it was, was a modest green one-piece dress. Aya, eyes shining bright, put it down on a bench and quickly snatched up another. "This one I like best." thinned her eyes. "It is a little more revealing."
It was a dress of sorts with splashes of bright colors, much like a sarong. She wrapped it around her waist, loosely tying it, then bent over and picked up a fragile, very sheer slip of material. She grinned, wrapping it around her chest and securing it. It matched what she was wearing. A very belly revealing outfit.
Mikoto rolled her eyes. "Why can't I wear what I am wearing?" She said. Gullah bit her lip, shaking with laughter. Aya groaned. Her shoulders and arms dropped to her side. "You are meeting the king. Introducing yourself to the village. You should look somewhat presentable.…" closing her eyes and pursing her lips.
"That's presentable? What are we introducing them tooooooo….ooouuurrr booobs?!" little misaka laughed.
"Are you saying I am not dressed for the occasion?" Thinning her eyes, Mikoto voiced her displeasure. "There is nothing wrong with my armor. Yes, it is a little dirty and scratched up. But I did wash it earlier, and its smells…" she sniffed (" like roadkill" came a near-silent voice in her head)"ah, pretty good. And it is also not so revealing." She poked Aya's belly. She laughed, a beautiful, playful laugh. "You are going to lose," Gullah said.
She stood up and stretched her arms high above her head. She was wearing the same clothing as Aya. A long sarong hugged her hips and dropped to her ankles, and a sheer black bandeau seemed to be losing its battle to contain her breasts. It didn't take much to see the curves of her breasts and the roundness of her nipples. She sighed. "I wanted to wear a more modest dress. Perhaps a lovely solid green but a certain someone, "she pointed to Aya. She blushed. "I just wanted to show you off." She said in a mixture of alcohol and seduction.
Mikoto rolled her eyes. "If I have to….. I'll wear the more modest green one. If you don't mind."
Aya furrowed her brow, eyes watering. "but.." sticking out her bottom lip. "I would like you to wear this one…" she held the very revealing two against her body. It would show everyone…" she smirked.
"Everything?" Mikoto said, smelling the alcohol on her breath." It's modest or nothing."
Aya's eyes flashed, and Mikoto quickly pointed, "don't even….you wipe that look off your face, or I will wear this very modest full body armor…" she growled, "and I'll roll on the ground for good measure."
"Fine…." letting out a deep disappointed breath, "if you say so."
"Oh," nodding her head, "I definitely say so." Holding her hand out for the modest green one-piece.
She walked into the longhouse and sat on the bench where she'd been resting underneath the animal skins. "This will not be fun," Mikoto said sarcastically. "Eh, what's a little distraction?" Little misaka said as Mikoto slipped off her boots, tapping them together to shake off the dirt and set them to the side.
"Besides, she seems pretty excited. I mean, You'd think she'd be a little calmer." Little misaka nodded with her hand on her chin, deep in thought. "She did have sex earlier." twisting her mouth, "and might I say that material left very little to the imagination and a hearty WOW on Gullah's breast. pretty nice…" she said, "as boobs go."
Not replying to her comment, Mikoto sighed loud enough to hint for her to shut up. she removed the buckle of the utility belt and hung it on one of the many pegs on the wall.
"Is this going to be safe?" Mikoto asked, looking over her shoulder.
Aya looked inside. "Safe?"
"Oh crap… she looks confused." Little misaka spoke." I think maybe… they share everything or… something hippy-like. Perhaps you should reword it."
Mikoto cleared her throat. "I mean, no one is going to borrow my stuff."
Aya quickly shook her head, waving her hand. "No one will take what is yours." She said. "If someone wanted it, they would either ask to trade or challenge you…."
"Challenge?"
"Ooooo… that sounds great." Little misaka grinned. "I keeps whats I kills…" she rubbed her hands together, looking a little psychotic or an evil villain.
"You're kidding?" Mikoto slowly took off her pants, stepping out one leg at a time. She was wearing tight shorts that clung to the curves of her hips and upper thighs. She was an old throwback to the days when she wore shorts underneath her skirts. "phhew…" she breathed, "didn't realize how warm I was." Felt the cool air against her warm skin. "Goosebumps…" little misaka wrapped her arms around herself, giving a little shiver.
"Another drink?" Gullah walked over, handing her a cup.
"Thank you." taking the cup, Mikoto smiled.
"Don't mind if I do, girlfriend." Little misaka grinned. "Bring on the sweet stuff."
Mikoto nodded, hanging her pants on the peg next to her utility belt, and took a big drink. she exhaled, smelling the lingering sweetness and alcohol. running her fingers inside her waistband, giving a few tugs to cool herself.
"Sweet?" she said, wiping her mouth. And unzipped her top. Her perfect breasts pushed out and remained immaculate.
Aya popped, spinning around, and snatched up the sheer black bandeau. "You have to!"
"Ohhhh, yeah, let the girls out to play." Little misaka laughed. "Time to get college sorority girl drunk… yea haw. Oohhhhh, so nice and cool. The girls and I thank you."
Shut up!
"Me? How about? where have you been hiding those? Quickly put that top around our girls and show the world the path to least resistant before they pop out as we shake our moneymakers!" little misaka squealed.
"Who are you?"
"You're innermost, yes! girlfriend!"
Mikoto ignored the little avatar inside her head. "No," she said again and hung up her armor. She checked and rechecked each piece. Making sure the pegs were strong enough to hold the heavy material. While the material looked light and form-fitting. The outfit was covered in tiny overlapping scales of advanced metals, dragon scales, and magic. Magical runes pushed the material to the next level of protection, bullet and cut resistance. Even being a vampire, the weight of the armor was noticeable. It resembles much of the body armor seen in Halo, fallout, and other futurist warfare games.
A chill rolled over her as she stood, wearing only what resembled bicycle shorts, from the tips of her toes to her head. Her body seemed to relax once removed from the confines of her armor. Her skin flushed and shined. Her breasts and hips' curves are well balanced, and the movement of her arms and legs graceful as a lean predator. The way her hair moved slowly to frame her face. She tilted her head, narrowing her reddish-brown eyes just right. "Dress, please." She said in a voice that matronly demanded compliance, holding her hand out.
She waited, hand hovering, eyed her for a moment. Aya raised her eyebrow, eyes sparkling, holding out the black bandeau, Mikoto's fingers in a gimme motion. The edge of her mouth pinched. Her hand on her hip quietly lifted and gently landed on her chest, lazily slipped down between her breasts. She could hear Aya's blood quicken, following her finger. Mikoto bit the edge of her tongue, the taste of iron filling her mouth, and breathed it in. she could smell Aya's arousal and feel the anticipation. She grinned, a I dare you to come closer grin.
"That material doesn't stand a chance." She raised her chin. Then thinned her eyes. "Why do you think I wear those?" She pointed to the reinforced material of the jacket.
Little misaka laughed, "oh pleeeeeaaaaseee," lifting a cup and drinking. "Loooooove the response."
What is she going to do? Gullah laughed loudly. "Please don't entice her!"
She walked back to the small barrel and dipped her cup into it. Filling it up and taking a drink. She burped, exhaled, grabbed her own breasts, and squeezed. "She loves boobs," trembling with laughter. "And is not afraid to say it!"
Aya nodded, shrugged, "can't help it… once you see one pair of boobs," she sighed, closed her eyes, put her hand to her chest, squeezed the black bandeau, "you have to see them all…" her eyes opened quickly and flashed.
"Remind you of someone?" Little misaka hiccuped.
Gullah walked over, took the modest green dress, and tossed it. Mikoto snatched. "Well…" she said, biting the grin about to appear. "Consider yourself lucky. You've seen mine now move on to the next pair." She winked.
Holding the dress above and slipping it over her head, she shimmed, letting it fall over her head, stop and bunch up around the breasts, "whoooopppssss" she said a little musical, her cheeks blushed, her eyes glazed in seduction. She puckered her mouth, pinching the edge of the green fabric, and pulled it over her hips to the top of her knees. She shimmed a little more for effect.
"You can be such a tease." Little misaka said, "but there is nothing wrong with keeping in practice." She raised her glass, taking another drink. "This is so sweet. It's dangerous."
Aya and Gullah warmed and blushed. Caught in the attraction of a queen vampire. It was something that came naturally for a very long time. she watched how Anastasia used her body to gain the advantage. subtle and devastating moves. she moved like the wind, eyes narrowed, cheeks blushed and when she spoke, your heart stopped. Mikoto watched and learned. She would often stand in front of her mirror before and after her shower. Practicing. A little look here, a little touch there, a tilt of her head, a blush of her cheek. And now, it just happened.
"So, are we ready?" She smiled. Twirled slowly with her hands out by her side. The dress fluttered and clung to the curves of her body, soft hair framing her face. Perfect. She made it look easy. Mikoto Misaka, queen, succubus, and predator. All wrapped in one.
"So," Mikoto said, a little apprehensive. "Is it just us, three or…" She took her cup from the bench and drank, looking seductively as she held the cup with both hands, chin high. She blinked slowly, pouting her mouth, waiting.
"Rae is helping with the king, so she…." Mikoto quickly interrupted. "The king?"
Aya finished another glass of the sweet stuff, and Gullah handed her another. Aya kissed her and quickly raised her drink. Licking her lips as she lowered her cup. "Rae is a true daughter of the king."
"True, daughter? What does?" Mikoto asked. "Talk about confused?" Little misaka said. "I thought?"
Aya nodded, "yes, a female can deliver a…."
"Blank?" Mikoto, sensing a little anxiety in Aya's voice, answered. Aya closed her eyes, her jaws clenching. "Yes…just like the beast of a male called them." She sighed heavily, eyes glimmering with hate. "I am happy you killed them." She exhaled. "But some can give birth another way."
"Oh, crap…" little misaka whispered. "this is not going to be pretty…something like tearing an arm off and regrowing a kid? Asexually? Maybe like worms…. or holy crap! Their pod people! Don't let them sleep next to us!" she screamed. "Oopss spilled a little of the good sweet stuff. Yes, sir, may I have another?"
"I hate you."
"Phhtttppp…. I know differently." Little misaka nodded.
Aya took a drink, looked at Gullah, and laid her head on her shoulder. "a true daughter is a child born of the two." patting her belly.
"Born of the two?" Mikoto asked, mentally scratching her head. Little misaka narrowed her eyes, scratching her head. "born of the two?" she said.
"Yes, Gullah and I are mates. And if she or I would like to bear a little one, I could accommodate her by becoming a male…."
"WHAT!" Mikoto quickly raised her voice and slapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh, shit!" little misaka burped, "are you telling me she might be packing!?". Little misaka looked down to her waist.
Mikoto lowered her gaze. "You don't mean?"
Aya grinned with a mischievous look. "Or she can too." Her grin got wider. "A long time ago, the king was a female who fell in love with the queen. So she decided to become male to join with her. And stayed. "
Mikoto blushed, face warming from the alcohol …." ummm..is there anything else I should know before going to this gathering.?" nervously chuckling.
Little misaka groaned, rubbing her belly, a large cup of the sweet stuff sitting in her lap. Her other hand between her legs and two fingers sticking straight up, "I wonder what I would look like if I had a…."
"You better shut up! Don't even," her face turning red and hot. Her eyes were wide as she hurridly helped herself to another drink.
Little misaka chuckled, "I haven't seen that look in your eyes for a long time."
Mikoto swallowed wrong, coughed, thumping her chest. "And what about Kea?
"Kea will be along later. She goes to her family after every hunt to share." Aya blushed, the right side of her mouth pinched, "you don't have to worry yet…. she is a little young." She chuckled softly, narrowing her eyes. "her kind has other ways of mating…so."
"Eh?" Mikoto snarled, her mouth curly, showing the whites of her teeth but with no hostility. She was more embarrassed, but still, she didn't want something like that now. And she answered the best she could. "don't think so…so there." She gave a stiff nod and crossed her arms over her chest.
Aya sighed, "can't you please change into something more…."
"...with a Weiner!" little misaka yelled, thrusting her fist into the air. Mikoto clenched her teeth. "sssshhhhuuuttttt uuuupppp!"
"No!" thinning her mouth, she narrowed her eyes.
Gullah laughed, gently patting Aya's head, " especially, after all this talk about having little ones." Aya shrugged, "just saying."
"Pleeeaassee," little misaka drunkenly waved her hand, "not like we haven't seen a Weiner before. And oh, what weiners they were. Hicccc!"
Aya took Gullah's hand, motioned in a come-on nod, and started walking. Mikoto shrugged, "this is not going to be good." little misaka took another drink, exhaled, "I think I will be agreeing. hicc."