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Chapter 15: The Joy of Yuri (by Monkee Bob Ross)
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It would be a lie to say that Columbina was confident this would have been the good time for her to finally learn how to please her beloved Knave, but she was surprised to see how this was indeed how she did so.
Due to her inner doubts over this 'Ulyanov' individual, the girl dropped to her nightgown as she settled by the bed with her lover, quietly waiting for their 'coach' to provide some advice on where to begin in the act of pleasing Arlecchino. It was odd to say the least, with the young man showing no hesitation nor shame in addressing them as they revealed more of their gorgeous flesh, but not due to complete disinterest- but out of sheer... awareness. Very odd but... it wasn't something that really displeased her.
Arlecchino was in a more exposed state, but the Knave showed no embarrassment at the situation. Perhaps it was the lack of lustful glances from their newest 'captive', or maybe she was just too bored of being setup in the same circumstance and her reaction now lacked the same fresh sense of uneasy that happened the first few times. Despite that, her nipples were erected and a little layer of wetness was mustered around her wonderful pussy, confirming that her lover craved for attention like the shameless glutton she was.
As the two girls were ready, the masked officer cleared his throat and his voice obtained a curious alteration to its volume. It felt softer, almost kindly so.
"From what I understand, you two have spent a lot of time trying to achieve a proper bond within these circumstances. Where Lady Arlecchino could appropriately feel the love conveyed by you, Lady Columbina."
The 'winged' girl nodded. "Yes."
The Knave kept quiet, but her face expressed agreement to this assessment.
"Then, I shall offer you a step by step to achieve happiness through simple means while also eventually arrive to a state of deep intimacy," He continued. "But first, let's start with square one. Lady Arlecchino, could you please spread your legs so that your lover may witness your current arousal?"
The way this was said felt so light and yet so embarrassing to an extent. A red tint smeared over the tall woman's visage, but she nodded, complying as Columbina took this chance to slowly lean closer to her lover's groin. And what a wonderful sight she was bestowed it, a sight of innocence that was a bit deceiving in its true appearance but appealing nonetheless.
"Lady Columbina, what do you think of your lover's appreciation for your boldness?"
The crotch had gotten wetter, which meant that Arlecchino was getting more excited.
"It's cute. Not in a teasing way but... I like it~."
'D-Did the room temperature raise?' Damselette thought to herself. 'Why do I want to drop nude and just ravage her~?'
"That's good, yes. However, Lady Columbina, remember that your lover is providing you trust to not rush things for your own selfish desires."
The 'winged' girl paused, remembering the situation and looking up to see that Arlecchino was staring at her as she tried to predict and brace for her next move of hers. Columbina felt slightly guilty, but even more driven to do her right.
"Okay."
The masked officer hummed. "Lady Columbina, give a try to her scent and describe it to her."
Without hesitation, Columbina flared her nostrils as she caught a sniff or two of the sweetness produced by her lover's nectar. The juices produced by her honeypot reminding her of the many rough times they had been together but... this time, it felt somewhat less 'intense' compared to usual. It wasn't bad, and it made her feel in... control. To be able to do it without being then subjected to rough scissoring.
"It's pleasant. It's so sweet and..."
Arlecchino tensed a bit at that truthful comment, a shiver of delight going down her spine.
"And you seek to do something about it?" The young man inquired and Columbina nodded.
"I-I would like to kiss it. The source of that sweetness."
She expected a refusal or perhaps something more than a mere kiss. But the masked officer said something that made her happy.
"Then do so, softly and with care."
Leaning even closer, Columbina felt her warm breath stirring a reaction from her beloved Knave, but not as intense as the one she got by finally pressing her red lips against her pussy. Arlecchino didn't move much, with her weak spot easily captured by her lover's kisses. First her slit, unconsciously sipping at the nectar, the delicious beverage that was begging to be drank from her; finally, it was the clit's turn. Her pink bean twitched as Columbina was tempted but held back from putting her tongue at it.
Nonetheless, the reaction was quite amusing and giving her the need to slowly put the tongue at work to lick at her wet snatch. There was no further advice beyond this for the time being. Columbina took it as a confirmation that she was doing right. Despite that confidence, she didn't pace her tongue too fast, enjoying it and making her lover enjoy it too.
It didn't take long for the Knave to orgasm, juices erupting right on the waiting mouth of her Damselette, the girl happily drinking the refreshing brew produced by her partner's honeypot. One last kiss landed on the sensitive lower lips, but the girl leaned back to see the results of her hard work. Arlecchino looked slightly winded, not done yet but surprisingly 'weakened' by what had just happened and... yet they would do much more than this.
How curious?
"Your partner is a bit tired. Perhaps it would be best to try and remind her that you do not seek to tire them out unnecessarily," The masked officer finally spoke up and his words made sense to the 'winged' girl. "Crawl to her, and kindly praise her endurance."
Such a good idea. And Columbina went forth, inclined to follow through with this notion as she found herself smile at her uneasy-looking partner.
"I-I already know-"
The rebuttal was silenced by a peck on her lips. Columbina beamed at the wonderful quiet she got from her Knave. "That doesn't mean I should just let you off the hook, my dear Knave. After all, I can tell you have been feeling... unpraised as of recently."
The tentative blush drew another need for kissing, but this one lasted longer. Now Columbina felt quite wet and ready to give what her partner was longing for. She leaned back, a bit saddened she didn't linger further, but it was now time to bring forth what they both really wanted deep down.
But before she went on, their little 'Maestro' spoke once again, providing a final glimpse of wisdom before the grand finale.
"Lady Columbina, I can tell you are ready to go forth without my input, but let me give you one last advice: there will be no mistake in what you will do there, only happy accidents- so... show your lover how much you care for her by being a caring dominant partner."
This made Columbina's heart swell in pure courage. Carefully raising Arlecchino's right leg, the 'winged' girl positioned her groin closer to her lover's and then... went along with what her body wanted. Not too freely, but making sure that the speed was natural and not outright lessened by worry or fear. Confidence and capacity to work on mistakes to make them what they were- happy accidents.
And before she knew it, Columbina felt the scissoring was far more different than before. She would have thought that it would have devolved in the same rough mess that Arlecchino brute-forced in their session, but there was a feeling of joy coming from both as she leaned back down, still rubbing her crotch against her beloved Knave, and got blessed twice by words and kisses.
"I-I love you, Damselette."
The confession was followed with daring pecks and more 'love you's that further drove the 'winged' girl to earnestly seek that heart-warming affection she was receiving. Almost like a moth drawn to a light, she abandoned herself to the softness of their intimacy and eventually felt realization and completion once she found herself climaxing with her partner.
It was through her own orgasm that she realized why it felt so 'draining' compared to the usual. Normally they would go so fast and rough, pushing beyond the limitations of a round or two and thus expanding on their stamina but... now that wasn't like it. They took their time, their bodies were teased properly and she felt like her whole self had been blessed by release rather than just her whole body.
With her head resting lovingly upon her sleeping Knave's bosom, Columbina felt her eyes slowly closing, lulled into the blessed need for rest with her lover. There was but a single interjection, but a brief one as a blanket was set over them, covering their bodies. She didn't need to look to know the masked officer did so, leaving her heart to beat a bit fast at that caring display and that kind assistance.
"Thank you," She whispered tiredly, dismayed by the chance of falling asleep before she could hear an answer. Alas, her face smiled as she heard the man spoke up quite softly.
"You're welcome."
So, that was a thing.
Who would have known that I would have to do a lewd impression of Bob Ross to help two helpless lesbians go through the duty of having proper n' loving sex without going too rough at it? I mean, I am not complaining, but perhaps I had reasons to feel like this wonderful experience had been a bit of a big waste on my side. ]Beyond the unattended arousal I had myself, t]There was the fact I had to get myself out of this little unfriendly land before I got caught by someone.
Luckily enough, I managed to find my way out of the palace and I was finally free to make my way to my means of departure from this balls-chilling land. But right as I was making that last stroll [through glacial Teletubbyland], I felt like something was wrong [and cold as Vanilla Ice on his damn movie]. There was no one in the area, which was strange considering that troops should be around at this point and... then I felt the dreadful chill of a nostalgia that wasn't mine.
A figure manifested and I felt her appearing through the icy mist that had started to condensate all around. Hooded in a silver cloak, she raised a hand and manifested ice shards that tried to block my path. Luckily for me, I didn't hesitate and just bolted as I saw Elsa and her attempt to not let me go. [This is where the cold was fucking bothering me, I believe.]
The figure rushed through, and I knew that I had to fucking get out of dodge before I had my ass pelleted by high-velocity snowballs. I didn't need to be told that Ice Waifu [Putin] was on my bloody ass. The rush to the train was impervious and filled with enough shit to bring back to mind my many playthroughs of Prince of Persia Warrior Within. [I could literally feel a big ass time demon throwing unrestrained imprecations within the notion of reverse-speech.]
Still, I got to Thomas the Tank Engine[ and I was on my way to kill Terry Davis]. The only issue was that the big ass train was massive and would take a while to take off. Of course, insane issues demanded insane solutions. I just cut off the first wagon from the rest and went to activate the commands. Which required fuel- in the form of elemental energy.
Good that I had a Elemental trinket to abuse so that I could pump the train into a proper pace. Violet electricity danced all around as I rushed any normal procedure and proceeded take my train-sized Delorean for a spin. [Doc, I am about to back out of Russland!] Relief washed over me as I saw the Tsaritsa miss her train and show her frustrations with the abandoned wagons. Every two dollar donated to me shall be devolved to pay the tuition of the little wagons that were orphaned by this experience. Or not, I am poor after all.
The only issue I had with this glorious escape plan was one and the same: My round thing with electro energy which made me able to keep my human form went blank and thus my form was reverted to my Monkee Form. Without my mask. It was a very odd circumstance, but perhaps not the worst since I doubted that I could now hide away as a normal monkey.
I needed to disguise myself as a... dwarf! Or something of the kind, really. That's why I spent the entire train ride tinkering with the big outfit I could no longer use to tailor something more fitting with my eccentric self. Since crafting made the process easy through the material I got from disassembling the outfit, I ended up going a bit dark-violet Assassin's Creed with a scarf, and reinforced boots and gauntlets.
I was ready to pull off the role of the young protagonist of Overlord II at best but... oh well, it was something.
What wasn't something I liked was my destination.
I thought the train would have taken me to Liyue or somewhere close to Mondstadt, but as the wagon crashed onto some rock wall as it got detoured in its rails a while ago, I ended up 'crashing' on some mystical land where there was a fuckton of tall trees and-
Wait, did that bush just fucking mo- SLIME!
After bonking my welcoming party to eternal damnation, I could happily say that I was in pseudo-Vietnam. Or something that just had this need to hide big ass troubles behind bushes and attack everyone like Vietcong- I could feel my inner Rambo manifesting at the thought.
And I was ready to Napalm my way out of this place if I had to.
AN
From Icy Cold Snezhnaya to the confusing Green Middle-Eastern Sumeru. Yep, expect some plot-advancement very soon.