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No matter how hard she tries to resist that annoying yet dashing smile of hers, Himeko always succumbs to Kafka. The damned woman knows she can’t resist her and that awful charm, laughs in her face and laces their fingers together before pulling her close for a dizzying kiss that always leaves her a little breathless each time.
“Come with me, my shining star…”
That’s how Himeko finds herself this late evening on some random planet (again) with Kafka to her left and the rest of the world on her right. The sky is a dazzling show of colors – yellows and blues mixing together and painting a breathtaking canvas Himeko can’t look away from. The sun slowly makes its way towards the horizon, just shy of kissing the sea and embracing her fully. A slight breeze passes by, ruffling the ends of her flowy sundress and tickling the skin right above her knee with an almost playful caress. She tucks a few wavy strands of her scarlet hair behind her ear, silently admiring the rest of the scenery with bright amber eyes full of wonder and awe. Everything is…
“Beautiful isn’t it?”
Himeko slowly blinks back to reality when she hears a familiar raspy voice beside her followed by a gentle squeeze of around her hand. She turns to the source of her voice, sees the dreamy almost love-sick smile on her girlfriend’s face and laughs as a smile of her own touches her lips soon after.
“Me or the view?” Himeko teases lightly, earning herself a pleased little hum from Kafka.
“Let me see…”
She murmurs seemingly deep in thought, head tilting to the side and watching as violet hair reaches down her shoulders and past her collarbone in a shining cascade of color. Himeko not so subtly checks out her gorgeous lover, admiring the rare sight of her hair down and free from its usual ponytail. She wears a cream colored blouse with a few of the buttons undone, showing off an enticing amount of skin accompanied and a pair of loose fitted pants to match. The whole ensemble is simple really, but on Kafka she adds a small touch Himeko can’t help but obsess over and judging by the grin on Kafka’s face she knows she’s been caught. Her face grows warm, golden gaze shifting away with an almost bashful laugh on her lips.
“Why not both?” She finally suggests, tugging Himeko towards her and planting a sweet kiss on her blushing cheek. “Something tells me I might just be right.”
“Hmm, you’re trying to get a compliment out of me, aren’t you…?” Kafka huffs a quiet laugh against her face, shy and soft while nuzzling into her hair a bit. She feels her heart flutter from the affectionate little gesture and smiles. “I won’t lie… I really like where this is going so far.”
“Wait ‘till you see what else I’ve got in store for us,” Another kiss on her cheek before Kafka leans away and Himeko is meeting her adoring gaze once more.
“You’re going to love it, Himeko.”
And love it she does.
They soon arrive at some secluded little area where the grass is long and green, and the trees are huddled up against one another tightly. In the middle of the tranquil environment sits a large body of water, the sounds of nature becoming the only melody filling the air and Himeko breathes a quiet gasp at what she sees next. Besides the lakeside is a blanket filled with an assortment of treats – a bottle of wine next to a small platter of food, a bundle of flowers decorated beautifully around the blanket, some comfortable floor pillows to sit on. The whole sight feels like a fantasy, and Himeko hates how she does love it.
She hears a velvety laugh to her left before she’s being led to the picnic site Kafka has organized for them. She’s yet to say a word, just silently following Kafka until the stand at the edge of the blanket where an addicting cocktail of aromas come wafting in and setting her lungs ablaze. The heady, musky scent of amber and vanilla, the bitter twang of salt and citrus in the air from the lake and the wonderful picnic before them. Himeko swears she can get drunk on the smell by itself as she takes in the entire scenery.
“This is…” Himeko exhales a slow breath she didn’t know she was holding, a dazed little laugh escaping her as she smiles up at the dashing woman of her dreams. “This is amazing, Kafka…”
She turns to fully face her and Kafka does the same, feeling those strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her close. Her own hands land on the broad expanse of her lean shoulders, thumb coming to rest near the hollow of her throat. She feels how it bobs under her touch, tilting her head up and seeing the look of pure admiration and devotion in Kafka’s gaze.
“All for you, baby,” Her grin is a bit more subdued and sincere, briefly biting her lip with a velvety sound Himeko silently obsesses over. A low hum rumbles in the back of her throat and tickles her thumb, watching the suave woman lean in dangerously close.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Himeko.”
She swears she feels her heart burst right then and there, the taste of strawberry and smoke invading her tongue like the perfect drug. Himeko melts with a sensual little moan that Kafka easily eats up, exhaling a harsh breath as the arms around her waist tighten and hold her in place. It pulls another small sound out of Himeko, brows knitting together some and fingers digging through the wiry material of her blouse and into her skin. She hears hiss followed by the dizzying sensation of teeth sinking down into the pliant flesh of her bottom lip and Himeko groans, arching her back some as a harsh shiver runs along her spine. She honestly wants to kiss her forever, but knowing how much Kafka has put into creating this special day for them Himeko reluctantly pulls away.
They break apart with sinful wet noise, cheeks flushed and small puffs of air leaving them both as they stare. Then Kafka starts laughing and so does Himeko, their smiles bright and sickeningly in love.
“You’re going to be the death of me…” Himeko jokes lightly and that pulls another round of laughter from Kafka and teasing squeeze to her waist.
“You’re telling me,” She shakes her head a little, a pretty blush decorating her face as she leads downwards towards the picnic spot. “Now come on before the bugs eat all my hard work.”
“How long have you been planning this?”
“For a while now actually…”
They fall into idle chit-chat as Himeko sits down on one of the floor pillows, pulls the hem of her dress down a bit while tucking her legs to the side. She watches Kafka take out two glasses from the picnic basket and sets about pouring some wine into it. Himeko watches her the whole time with a serene smile on her face, golden gaze slightly lidded and warm while Kafka finishes up. She sits down beside her cross-legged and with an arrangement of fruits and cheeses in front of them, the sky a mesmerizing canopy of colors as the sun gradually sets and casting a warm glow in the secluded little area they’re in. The sun shines perfectly and illuminates the mesmerizing violet of her eyes, plush lips even softer beneath the pretty lighting and Himeko doesn’t want to look away.
And neither does Kafka.
Wavy, scarlet hair gently sways from a gentle breeze passing by, strands of crimson tickling her arm and tempting her to get closer. She does with a subtle shift of her body, gaze wandering away from the ocean of red and into pools of gold she never tires of admiring. There is no trace of annoyance or irritation, no lingering doubt or hesitation, instead Himeko looks at her as if she’s hung the moon and stars just for her – and in a way Kafka has. Her eyes soon land on her full lips and the small smile she wears, down the enticing swell of her breasts and to her full thighs before Kafka brings her gaze back up. She knows she’s staring from the way Himeko’s blush reaches the tips of her ears and how amber eyes flash with something more daring, more hungry- and that’s when Kafka decides to hurry it up.
“Here,” Her voice is a soft murmur amidst the tranquility surrounding as she passes Himeko her glass of wine. The corners of her mouth quirk up into a lazy smile. “Got any wishes?”
“It’s Valentine’s day Kafka, not someone’s birthday,” Himeko can’t help but laugh at her rather spontaneous and silly question but Kafka doesn’t back down one bit, playfully nudging her shoulder against hers.
“Come on, humor me on this one,” That earns her a slight eye roll and an amused huff as Himeko shakes her head. “I want to hear the thoughts you have stored in that curious little mind of yours.”
“Really now…?”
“Of course, darling.”
Himeko is quiet for a moment, her attention wandering down to the glass in her hand as they lapse into a momentary silence. It’s not an uncomfortable one, with Kafka patiently awaiting her response and the sounds of nature quietly echoing around them. Eventually, a soft sigh fills the air.
“I wish to live…” Comes Himeko’s simple and selfless reply. She doesn’t say a word and listens to the soothing melody of her voice as Himeko begins weaving a magnificent tale. “I wish to live and witness the beauty of the stars, the many mysteries of the universe…”
She turns her gaze back onto her and Kafka doesn’t react from the sudden attention until Himeko smiles, eyes growing soft and voice lowering into a faint whisper.
“And I hope I can continue to do that with you by my side.”
“Himeko…” Her name comes out in a breathless whisper of her own as if all the air has been knocked out of her lungs while Himeko just laughs, raising her glass towards her with a wistful look on her face.
“And you, Kafka?”
“Me…?” She trails off into a lilting hum, still a bit dazed from Himeko’s heartfelt confession as Kafka falls silent now. A small huff leaves her lips, already knowing that what she says next might rile up the redhead. “Well, I don’t really have any wishes if I’m being honest here.”
“Oh come on, you just asked me to make one… it’s only fair if you did too.”
“Are you whining right now, Himeko?”
“Stop messing around,” She leans her weight onto the hand closest to Kafka, holding her gaze with an earnest plea in her eyes. “I want to hear you too, baby.”
When she asks her like that… How can Kafka say no?
She breathes a strained laugh while looking off to the side for a moment, fingers tapping a few times against her glass before she nods.
“I wish for you to be safe,” She sees something flash through her eyes and Kafka pushes through while hovering close to her lips, not missing the quiet hitch of her throat as she continues in a raspy murmur. “For us to be safe and sound together… until death do us apart.”
“You’re crazy…”
“But you love it, don’t you?”
She doesn’t get a verbal answer from Himeko and instead a hot, bruising kiss that seems to last for a lifetime. Kafka moans into it and chases after the sweet taste of her cherry lip gloss, jasmine and lavender tickling the back of her throat when she breathes in deep through her nose, and right as she’s about to get into it some more – Himeko suddenly pulls away. She shamelessly chases after her, tongue sweeping out and trying to savor the last remnants of her taste, not caring how shameless the whole display might be.
“Someone said they didn’t want the bugs to eat all their hard work…” Himeko says with a teasing smile on her flushed face, and Kafka loves this push and pull between them, the familiar dance they always fall into – it’s addicting, everything with Himeko is.
“Right right,” Another husky laugh escapes her as she gently clinks her glass against Himeko’s, her magenta gaze never leaving hers. “Thank you for letting me stay, Himeko.”
She bites her lip around a smile, all shy and soft while linking their pinkies together and meeting her halfway through their shared toast. “And thank you for being so patient with me…”
Himeko has never been much of a drinker and funny enough, neither is Kafka, but something about sharing a nice glass of wine with your love, far away from the rest of the galaxy and in your own little world makes the whole experience special… more than it already is.
They spend the majority of their evening eating and talking and laughing, recounting old stories and silly encounters as they dine on the food Kafka has prepared. Their first glass of wine is finished and carefully placed to the side as an assortment of fruits sit between them: strawberries, raspberries, grapes, a bowl of melted chocolate, and Himeko sends her partner a knowing glance at the whole ensemble. Kafka just grins while taking one of the strawberries and dipping it into the dark chocolate, humming some random tune Himeko has definitely heard before. She lifts the chocolate covered berry and her stomach tightens when it’s lifted towards her, one pale hand hovering beneath the other so her pretty dress doesn’t get stained.
“Say ahh…”
And Himeko actually listens. She licks her lips before parting them slowly, the pink of her tongue poking out a bit as she leans mere inches away from the fruit and feeling the weight of Kafka’s gaze on her. The attention has her stomach churning with excitement, an even brighter blush spreading across her face as Himeko closes her lips around the chocolate covered portion of the strawberry. She sinks her teeth in and gets an explosion of flavors on her tongue, delicious sweetness spreading across her tastebuds and the entirety of her mouth. The way Kafka stares drives Himeko insane, her heart pounding against her chest and cheeks permanently hot while slowly eating the offered fruit. She can feel how her own eyes have grown a bit half-lidded, brows lax as she chews the strawberry down to mush.
A stray trickle of red escapes the corner of her mouth and Himeko just barely licks it away, lips sticky and sweet while holding Kafka’s intense gaze. She lifts a thumb and wipes some of the mess away from her face, throat bobbing slightly as she swallows down some of her food and continues chewing, and still Kafka stares.
She hasn’t moved her hand away from Himeko, completely caught in a trance by the erotic show she’s given, not having expected the usually reserved woman to act so boldly. She hums with this innocent look on her face and Kafka loves loves it so much, knows that she’s being obvious from the coy smile she receives, but honestly Kafka doesn’t care. If anything her staring seems to have encouraged her more as she watches Himeko lean back in again, eyes falling shut and lips parting once more with a faint noise before she’s taking another bite and oh. Arousal coils hot and heavy in the pits of her stomach at the soft moan she hears, a sensual little sound that makes Kafka swallow hard around an unbearably dry throat. She nearly chokes on air when she feels the hot curve of her tongue swipe over her finger, her breath hitching hard and jaw going slack all the while Himeko doesn’t stop.
Hazy golds soon meet hers, dark and hungry with desire bore deep into her soul and takes Kafka’s breath away once more. Her eyes zero in immediately on the mess that’s collecting on the corner of her mouth, seeing an even bigger trail of red slide down to her chin and beading into one fat drop before falling onto Himeko’s chest. She forgets about the strawberry and instantly leans into her, drool gathering on the tip of her tongue as she follows the sweet trail all the way to her neck. The groan she hears is absolutely guttural, thick and drawn out as Himeko grabs the back of her blouse, fisting it hard and tugging Kafka up. She only has a second to blink before she’s pulled into a bruising kiss, wet and messy and sweet with the lingering bitterness of chocolate and wine coating their tongues.
Her lungs soon start to burn but Kafka doesn’t dare break away, too drunk on the taste of Himeko to care as she falls deeper and deeper into her. Another moan bubbles up in the back of her throat, her arm reaching out and wrapping around Himeko’s waist and not letting her escape either. The noise she makes is everything for her, a filthy little thing as the hand gripping her blouse digs into her back, causing Kafka’s eyes to roll and exhaling a shaky breath through her nose. She doesn’t know how long they make out for, she just knows they’re making a mess everywhere and Himeko isn’t able to keep up for much more before breaking away from her. She’s panting hard against her mouth, lips shiny and swollen as she stares with dazed golden eyes, and Kafka can’t get enough of this depraved sight of her.
“Kafka…”
The way she says her name makes her stomach churn, airy and soft and with a needy tone that only turns Kafka on even more. She feels the uncomfortable ache between her legs throb, her clit hard and rubbing against the soaked material of her underwear as she squirms subtly. Fuck- is she horny.
“I want you so bad right now…” Kafka mumbles with a drunk-like smile on her face, eyes half-lidded and clouded with an overwhelming amount of lust and infatuation. “Can I please fuck you, Himeko…?”
She’s completely taken aback by this desperate and seemingly intoxicated version of Kafka. It excites Himeko in a way she’s never experienced before seeing her so- so bewitched, like she casted some kind of spell and suddenly she can’t survive without touching her.
“Come on, tell me. I just want to eat you up…” She continues in a raspy murmur that sounds entirely too needy for her own good, but Kafka doesn’t seem to care, leaning in and aiming to steal another kiss from her.
“Not yet…” Himeko licks her lips, something that Kafka shamelessly follows with her hooded gaze before looking back up at her and seeing the alluring smile on her face. “Me first.”
“Oh?”
“Mhmm…”
A palm soon rests on the slightly scarred surface of her chest and Kafka lets herself be guided by Himeko, rising up to her knees and swaying a little for a second. She’s quickly steadied by another hand reaching for her hips and Kafka can’t help but laugh because is she tipsy right now?
“Sit down, handsome,” Comes Himeko’s distant command and she hums with an excited bite of her lip.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Oh my god, are you drunk?”
Her head lolls to the side and rests against her shoulder, leaning most of her weight against her hand as she stares up at Himeko. She sees the grin she wears and automatically puts one of her own, a delighted laugh spilling out of her.
“Probably… or more like I’m getting there,” Her eyes rake over Himeko’s curvy form, gaze lingering a bit longer than it should on her cleavage. She licks her lip with a silly smile on her face. “You look great by the way.”
“Hmm, yeah. Surely you mean the outfit I’m wearing, right?”
“Yeah… really makes me want to put my hands on you.”
“You’re a mess.”
Himeko laughs while reaching for the wine bottle, her bright golden eyes returning to Kafka once more and holding her hungry gaze. She feels the heat gather between her thighs, face growing hot as Himeko simply savors the sight of Kafka like this: lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth and blush reaching all the way down to her chest where it rises and falls with each ragged breath she takes. Her legs fall open, manspreading shamelessly and almost taunting Himeko to come to her already, which she does, shuffling forward until her knees settle on either side of Kafka’s hips before she slowly sinks down onto her lap. She instantly snaps from the weight of her body atop hers, head falling back with a broken moan Himeko has never heard before.
“Fucking hell…” Kafka hisses out in a hoarse whisper, brows knitting together tightly as she lifts her head back up and looks at Himeko. “Do whatever you want to me, baby… I’m yours.”
“Anything…?” And Kafka nods dumbly at her words.
“Anything, Himeko.”
“Open your mouth,” She urges her in that deceptively sweet tone of hers, watching Kafka do as she’s told, her magenta eyes never leaving hers. She settles a bit deeper onto her lap, one hand carding through sangria locks and the other slowly lifting the wine bottle into the air.
“Stick out your tongue…”
It’s hot, wet and pink. Just begging to be used, and Himeko obliges by tilting the tip of the bottle over her and- what a sight she is. Himeko watches the muscles inside Kafka’s mouth twitch and move as the wine makes contact with her tongue and steadily slides down the left of it. The burgundy liquid easily fills her mouth, reaching the back of her molars and tickling the sensitive area there, prompting Kafka to swallow it down and Himeko entirely captivated by the erotic sight before her. She tugs her head back and stares with rapt attention as Kafka tries to keep up with the amount that’s being poured into her mouth, panting heavily between each thick gulp she takes. Her brows twitch, one eye squeezing shut as she chokes a little, the muscles in her throat flexing hard while her tongue twitches beneath all the wine.
And yet Himeko doesn’t stop.
She licks her lips and keeps on pouring, keeps forcing Kafka to swallow every drop she gives her and more. One hand reaches out and shakily holds onto her waist, watching the blush of Kafka’s face turn a brighter shade of red as each accompanying gulp rings loudly in her ear. Himeko doesn’t dare look away, observing every little twitch and groan she receives from the helpless woman beneath her with a twisted fascination in her eyes. She suddenly stops and moves the bottle away, tracking the heavy movement of Kafka’s throat and jaw before bringing her gaze back up, listening to the obscene noise of her swallows. Her lips part and she’s panting all over again, unable to catch her breath through the lust and alcohol in her system.
“H… Himeko…”
Aeons her voice is wrecked. Gravelly and low with a trembling lilt at the end from nearly drowning from all the wine she had to digest. Himeko can’t help but moan at the sound of it as the urge to turn her into a bigger mess is a strong one she can’t refuse. Still holding onto Kafka’s head, she brings the bottle to her own lips and takes a hefty gulp or two before pulling it away.
“Hime- mmpfh!...”
She firmly covers Kafka’s mouth with hers and feeds her another round of wine and fuck is it messy.
A heavy deluge of it spills out of her and fills every inch of Kafka, over tongue and between her gums, coating the root of her mouth before finally meeting the back of her throat. The groan Himeko hears is deep and guttural, making her clit throb and ache for attention as she releases her own filthy moan. She keeps Kafka’s head firmly tilted back, listening to the erotic sound of her body working through all the wine while trying to get air into her lungs. This kind of control and dominance is something very rarely if ever she indulges on, but here with Kafka pliant and needy, clinging onto her hips and kissing her back just as fiercely. That’s when Himeko realizes that she wants more.
When there’s nothing but spit being exchanged she pulls away with a wet pop and goes for another swig of the wine, the sound of Kafka breathless and panting close by music to her ears. She swallows her own fill, feels the alcohol burn the sensitive length of her insides where the heat spreads everywhere around her stomach. Her throat burns but Himeko finds that she loves that painfully tingly sensation the wine brings, that and her painful arousal. She haphazardly places the bottle to the side, just barely missing the basket nearby, before she’s back onto Kafka and somehow things get even messier than before. She rolls her hips forward at the same time Himeko wraps her other hand around Kafka’s throat and soon they’re both moaning together.
In her haste a small trickle escapes the corner of her mouth, something that Himeko does on purpose as she feels the liquid seep into the skin of her thumb. She trembles with barely contained lust, legs spreading wide and cunt pressing firmly against the seams of Kafka’s pants. There’s barely any stimulation if none really, but with how turned on and high-strung she is Himeko keens from the teasing friction on her clit and feeling how absolutely soaked she is. Another choked sound escapes Kafka, fingers digging harshly into her hips and sending little prickles of pain down her back that Himeko moans through. She lifts herself a few inches off Kafka’s lap before she’s dropping back back and grinding her clit hard against the length of her front and-
“Himeko-” Her name comes out in a mix of a groan and a choked wheeze, like all the air has been knocked out of Kafka as she abruptly pulls away. Himeko doesn’t let her get far though, both hands keeping her in place while glossy violet eyes stare up at her desperate and pleading.
“Wait, baby- you have to let me f-fuck you now, Himeko…”
“Why?” Comes her alluring, teasing whisper and making Kafka’s eyes roll with a rough groan in her throat. She feels the vibrations of her tickle her palm and up to her wrist as Himeko bites her lips, red and flushed and horribly turned on. “Aren’t you always fucking me?”
“Yeah-”
“So what’s the rush for…?”
Her voice is saccharine sweet and cruel in her ears, a gentle melody that has Kafka breathing out harshly as Himeko leans back down towards her again. She decides to torture her some more, brushing her lips along the corner of her mouth for a hot, wet tongue to peek out and swipe at her skin. She twitches from the barely there sensation before she’s pressing her tongue flat, dragging from chin and mouth and collecting the leftover wine she had choked on. Kafka bites the inside of her cheek hard, brows painfully scrunched together and eyes screwed shut as Himeko does it again, dipping under her jaw and towards her neck now. She moves her hand and traces the line of her throat, following the sensitive vein of her jugular and applying the smallest amount of pressure- and Kafka swears she’s about to come.
“Oh my g-god…” Her stutter is an embarrassing thing to hear as Himeko continues to lavish Kafka’s neck with attention.
A particular swirl of her tongue draws a pathetic sound out of her, one that makes Kafka’s face all red and hot as her mouth drops open. She doesn’t know what happens next, too caught drunk of the wine and lust to feel her arm buckle and send them both falling backwards onto the picnic blanket. It causes Himeko to detach with a filthy noise from her mouth and a gasp Kafka can’t quite process yet.
“Himeko…” She slurs her name like a broken record, huffing hot puffs of air into the cool evening air and trying to recover from their intense session just now. It takes a few sluggish blinks from her eyes before she slowly turns her gaze onto the woman sitting atop her and instantly feeling her stomach flip. “You’re killing me here…”
“I think it’s kind of fun actually…” And Kafka laughs, blushing like some lovesick fool while Himeko smiles down at her, hands coming to rest of her chest now. “You very rarely let me do as I please.”
“Is this your revenge for all I’ve done in the past?”
“You mean the countless teasing and edging I’ve had to endure on multiple occasions from you?”
“Yeah,” Another laughs escapes Kafka before she licks her lips, magenta eyes flicking down to Himeko’s heaving chest and then back to her. “Are you satisfied yet?”
“Hmm…”
She lazily traces the of her clavicle and Kafka does her best to keep still save for the slight twitch of her leg. The mysterious smile remains on Himeko’s face as she slowly begins to undo the buttons of her blouse, making sure to look Kafka in the eyes as she’s doing so.
“Not yet,” She murmurs innocently, head tilting to the side while teasingly scraping her nails against her skin with each button undone. Kafka hisses under her breath, hips rolling forwards a little and arousal simmering hot in her core.
“Are you into this?”
“Of course,” She answers without any hesitation and Himeko hums, amber eyes bright with excitement once more.
“Would you do anything for me tonight, Kafka?”
“Of course.”
“Then I want to hear you beg.”
And Kafka relishes the soft spoken command.
The added haze from the alcohol and this intimate atmosphere only influences her more as they both watch her blouse fall apart. There’s a sharp intake of air from Himeko and she sees the hunger intensify in her golden gaze where they zero in on the hard lines of her stomach. Kafka licks her lips and shamelessly basks under the unfiltered attention, hips shifting subtly beneath Himeko’s ass and seeking some sort of stimulation on herself. The slight movement brings her out of her daze and Kafka watches as she brings those soft, pretty hands of hers onto her abs and begin to lazily caress the toned muscle there. She breathes a shaky sound at the way they press and prod into her, causing her tummy to tense and flex from the lazy ministrations, and it doesn’t stop there.
“Come on,” She encourages Kafka in that dizzyingly soft yet breathy voice of hers, and just a tad needy too as Himeko stares down at her. “Beg for it, Kafka.”
“Oh, Himeko…” Her name comes out in an exaggerated drawl with a stupid grin on her face that Himeko most likely hates. “Will you please let me fuck you? Pretty please?”
But all that gets her is a sharp dig of her nail into her stomach and Kafka groans from the little prickle of pain it brings. Her smile falters as she blinks up at Himeko, one of her brows raised into a stern expression towards her.
“Ask for it nicely, Kafka.”
“Himeko…” She goes to sit up – another mistake. There’s a light pressure on her chest and Kafka falls back onto her arms with a quiet click of her tongue. She looks up and Himeko is now the one smiling between them.
“Ah ah… be nice, baby…” A sweet laugh leaves Himeko as she starts rocking her hips back and forth on her lap, and Kafka feels herself short-circuit from the teasing movement. “You said you’d do anything for me, don’t tell that was a lie.”
“You know I’d never…”
“Then prove it.”
“You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?”
“And you’re not?”
“Fucking yes I am-” Kafka exhales harshly with a strained chuckle on her lips, brows scrunching up high into a needy expression Himeko has never seen until now. “Baby, come on… let me eat you out… I swear if I don’t I might actually die.”
“What? Can’t live without me or something?” Himeko sounds giddy- breathless even as she continues to taunt Kafka, hips picking up speed and voice pitching a bit higher. “It’s not like you haven’t tasted me already…”
“I need you again. Over and over again, love. On my tongue, on my fingers,” Her mouth waters, saliva pooling at the edge of her mouth and threatening to spill down her chin as Kafka groans.
“Need you to make a mess on my face. Fuck my face, please…”
“O-Oh, Kafka-”
She keeps moving faster, clit rubbing against the slick surface of Kafka’s pants now covered with her honey. Himeko leans forward a bit and rests more of her weight on her abs, feeling them flex under her fingertips with a gasp.
“Say it again. Tell me more.”
“Himeko, you really…” And yet Kafka still listens to her, lips parting with a dazed expression on her face as she actually drools. “A-Ah… Fuck love I just want to spread you open and put my mouth on you- and make me swallow your cum. I want you to do everything to me, Himeko…”
And how can she say no?
Himeko sinks her teeth hard into her bottom lip and admires the desperate mess Kafka has turned into: slurred words and broken moans, body trembling nonstop and eyes glossy with pure and unadulterated lust for her. A light sheen of sweat has already gathered on her skin and only adds to the debauched sight of her wanting and needy- aeons, is she needy. Himeko fears that if she denies her any longer she might actually cry and decides to have mercy on her (for now) and sends Kafka an approving smile.
“Oh that’s perfect, honey…” She murmurs in a sultry whisper, watching Kafka sigh with a twitchy jerk of her hips and feeble groan.
Himeko swallows hard, arousal coiling hot all throughout her body as she slowly lifts herself onto her knees, thighs quivering the whole time until she’s finally off her lap. The way Kafka looks at her… She drops her gaze down to her pants where it’s shiny and wet, tainted with her essence and oh- Kafka whines at seeing the thin silvery strand of her wetness connecting to her crotch before it snaps and falls onto her pants.
Heavens above. She’s going to die.
“Oh my god… ” Kafka growls out low, hot and angry because this whole fucking time Himeko wasn’t wearing any underwear. That there was nothing beneath that pretty little dress of hers. There’s a giggle and Kafka snaps her head back up at the gorgeous sound, sees the blush on Himeko’s face and the way she’s biting her lip around a flirtatious smile.
“Kafka…”
The hem of her dress is slowly being lifted up, showing more and more of her skin, exposing the few moles doting her thighs and- and then she’s staring right at her cunt, her vulva puffy and slick, coated with her wetness and Kafka feels her mouth water. She can’t even make a sound as she shamelessly stares, tracing the swollen bud of her clit and to the little string of arousal sticking to the inside of her thigh. And then to add the cherry on top of everything, Himeko reaches down and starts toying with her clit.
The light stimulation nearly sends her keening forward, just barely keeping herself up on her wobbly knees as her legs continue to shake. Kafka is transfixed by the whole display, jaw slack and eyes wide while Himeko touches herself with firm little circles that pull the prettiest noises out of her mouth. Noises that Kafka should be drawing out of her, and yet she’s forced to this sickeningly cruel show.
“A-Ah…” Her hips twitch forward with another delighted moan on her lips, eyes briefly rolling back before looking back at her with a seductive smile on her face and gaze burning hot with excitement.
“Ready to have me now, Kafka?”