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“Outieeee,” says Rodion, with a smile that tells Outis she won’t like what Rodion has to say. “Our La Manchaland identities,” Rodion finishes, inching ever-closer to Outis’ side. It’s just the two of them, in Rodion’s room. They’re about to fuck - which makes Rodion’s sudden inquiry all the more irritating.

“What of them, Rodion?” Outis sighs, flicking her wrist once. “Though I doubt you actually have anything of importance to say.”

Rodion’s cheeks fill with air. “Outie! Geez, you don’t know how to woo a girl at all, do you?” Rodion bumps her shoulder into Outis’. In instances like this, that Outis has to tilt her chin up to look at Rodion irritates her greatly. “Out of practice? That’s okay, too~ I know at your age…”

“Rodion. The point? Back to our La Manchaland identities,” Outis redirects, irritation in both tone and voice. She wishes Rodion would shut up, wishes she would lay on her back, spread her legs, and offer herself. It’s all she’s good for, anyway.

“Ohhh, yeah!” Rodion pipes up. “Isn’t it weird that in that world, I’m kinda like your mom?”

Outis practically keels over, coughing a little. Rodion rubs her back in soothing circles. Her La Manchaland identity isn’t one she enjoys thinking of. The monster she’d become, then, fully disconnected from her family. Her home: her purpose. Outis’ eyebrows crinkle inward, and she hisses at Rodion, reaching behind herself to yank Rodion’s hand away.

“Get away,” Outis growls. “What… is the point of bringing that up, even?”

Rodion’s smile curls even tighter at the corners. She leans in, placing a hand on the inside of Outis’ thigh, which makes Outis’ dick ache, which makes her even angrier. “Well… it’s just like… it’s kinda sexy, right? I could never be your mom - even though, like, you could be mine, but-”

“The point. Rodion.” Outis reiterates again through grit teeth. “And - did you say sexy?”

“Yeah!” Rodion cheers, as if she isn’t saying something completely abnormal right to Outis’ face. “The thought of you as my kid is weird, but it’s bloodfiend stuff, right? Plus… I’ve been thinking about that for a while, and you should totes call me mommy!”

Outis’ face nearly goes pale. “Are you insane?” Outis gawks, but Rodion’s barely paying attention to her, her eyes right between Outis’ legs with those downturned eyes and thin smile. “Rather, is that really your takeaway from the identities? No, if you think I’m going to go along with-”

“Hmm? But you’re hard, aren’t you? Your cock likes the idea of me being your mommy,” she teases, brushing her fingers over the inside of Outis’ muscled thigh. “I think you do, too. Or is your little Outie a completely different entity?”

Outis wants to curse at her. “Fuck,” she growls, as Rodion’s hand goes to dip into Outis’ slacks. Her ‘little Outie’ (why would Rodion actually call it that? Horrible.) might as well be a different entity, to lead her into her co-worker’s bed when she already had a wife waiting for her back home.

Home - 

Rodion wraps her fingers around Outis’ length with a soft purr, pressing her nose into Outis’ neck. “There we go. Just let mommy do this,” Rodion says. Outis groans, surrendering to her damned cock’s whims, weak and humiliated all at the same time. Rodion giggles as she pumps Outis’ hard cock, using her thumb to rub at the underside of the head, just where Outis likes it best. “Doesn’t that feel good… ummm, baby?”

Outis groans, and she isn’t sure if it’s from pleasure or being completely over this. “Don’t call me baby -” She says, keeping her hips from fucking up into Rodion’s hand.

“Okay, okay… hmmm…” Rodion pumps her hand a little faster, using the precum smeared on her palm to guide her smoothly. She focuses on the head, again, and Outis tilts her head away from Rodion’s lips with a stifled gasp. Damn those weak-willed noises of hers, vulnerable to even the most insufferable of beautiful women. “Good girl, then?”

“I’m no girl, either,” Outis forces out between her grit teeth, one eye closed shut as infuriating waves of pleasure pulse through her down south. 

“Ughhh, you’re making this so hard, babushka,” Rodion sighs, but there’s still a little smirk on her lips, as she watches Outis’ face contort over and over with every stroke. “Even harder than your cock is… hey, do you think our identities do stuff like this?”

The thought nearly gives Outis pause. Her mind drifts, to the Barber and the Princess of La Manchaland, participating in debauched, incesteous acts. The Barber latched to the Princess’ ample breasts, suckling her teet like a baby, as the Princess relieves her with a hand. Her kindred, her child -

“Fuck,” Outis hisses. “Fuck. Rodion.”

That’s when Rodion stops moving her hand. Outis takes a moment to even realize, blinking through the blurriness in her vision. She looks down at her lap, mouth agape.

“Why in the hell -”

“Call me mommy, or you don’t get to come,” Rodion sighs, like it’s such a shame. Slowly, she pumps up the thick length of Outis’ throbbing cock. “You’ve never leaked this much, before. You might as well stop pretending you don’t like the idea; it’s not like I’m gonna go tell the entire bus after this…”

Rodion pauses, squeezing the base, blue eyes flickering up towards Outis’ face; to watch her expression, cat-like. Outis’ eyes nearly roll back, bottom teeth catching her lower lip as she stifles a guttural groan.

“If you think… I’ll, khh-” Outis, damnably, stutters as Rodion begins to move her hand faster, at the perfect speed and length. Damn minx knows her way around a cock. “Give in to your wiles…”

“‘Give in to your wiles’, haha. You’re so old,” Rodion teases, even as she leans in to brush her lips against the shell of Outis’ ear. “And so needy? If you’re not a good girl for me, then… are you a good boy?”

Rodion’s finger brushes past the slit of Outis’ slick, leaking cock, and Outis’ hips, unbearably, so, so humiliatingly, thrust into Rodion’s palm.

“Fuckkk,” they both say, almost in unison. Outis, mortified. Rodion, pleased as pie.

Rodion’s getting more excited with each moment that passes, with Outis literally in the palm of her hand. Hotly, she presses kisses against Outis’ jaw, her thighs pressing together, as if to stave off the smoldering heat between them.

“Oh, that got you, baby? Mommy’s baby boy?” Rodion teases, tongue flitting out to lick across Outis’ jawline. “Come on…” Her hand stills at the base, and Outis nearly whimpers. Oh, my god -

“Rodion,” Outis nearly reaches out to grab her wrist with the intention to force her to move it again. She only stops herself because she doesn’t want to look like a complete fool. “If you… hahhh, keep this up…”

“If I keep this up, you won’t get to come,” Rodion cheekily says, moving her hand quickly and then slowly again after a few seconds, milking those little drops of murky white out of Outis’ cock. “So… say it for me. C’mon, Outie? For me? For mama?”

Outis’ thoughts once again trail to that mirror world: to the Barber and the Princess. Would the Barber thrust inside of her mother, with more desperation than Outis now, hips stuttering as she came? Would the Princess, the Barber’s mother, stroke her hair after, telling her what a good child she was?

“Ro… mm… mommy,” Outis slurs, feeling the utter mortification burn to the tips of her ears. Outis barely gets the word out before she completely coats Rodion’s palm, practically exploding all over her, much to her dismay. She feels her balls drain in real time, tilting her head back as her toes curl inside of her boots.

“Ohhh!” Rodion gasps, feeling the warm, sticky mess all between her fingers. She coos in delight with a little, “good boy, good boy~” to talk Outis through her orgasm, jacking her off so quickly that Outis can barely keep up with the movement of her hand. Rodion says something to her, albeit distantly now with the ringing in Outis’ ears.

Outis has to shove Rodion away, for real this time, when she keeps playing with her dick after all’s said and done.

“Off,” Outis says unkindly, and Rodion pouts as she (hesitantly) takes her hand out of Outis’ pants to lick at the semen on her hand. “Damn woman.”

“Wahhh, so mean,” Rodion says, pouting her come-coated lips, like she’s savoring a treat from a pastery. Outis was well within her right to grab that brunette hair by the roots and shove her down onto her cock, if she wasn’t already softening up. “You did say mommy, though! You gonna deny it? Outie?”

“Enough. You’d have held me hostage, otherwise,” Outis says, breath ragged, but her cock gives one last twitch. “I’ve been captured in multiple warzones - have had blades to my throat and guns to my back,” Outis mumbles, seeing the way Rodion suddenly notices Outis’ arousal stir back to life. “None of those bastards ever had me as helpless as you did with your fist around my cock.”

“Oooh, glad to hear it! You not done, then?” Rodion purrs, kissing at Outis’ earlobe, hot breath ghosting enough to make Outis’ spine stiffen. “Round two, baby boy?”

Outis grabs Rodion’s thick arms, slamming her underneath her body on the bed. Her fingers slip around Rodion’s neck, as she watches her massive breasts heave underneath her.

“Only if you beg this time,” Outis snarls.

Rodion licks her lips, pupils blown wide, and grins. It’s not how things are in La Manchaland, but this is their world, isn't it? 

“Yes, daddy."