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Everything was loud, yet quiet at the same time.
Soft chatter flowed out from all the rooms, the sounds of women giggling and men chuckling met your ears. The harp in the parlor was strung, the mellow tunes produced by the strings soothed your nerves on this cold and busy Friday night.
‘Was Melody on?’ You wondered to yourself. After all, she was the only working woman here who knew how to play the intricate instrument.
Casting your thoughts away, you subsequently turned to the sizable mirror on your vanity table. In a trance-like state, your eyes locked in on your reflection, refusing to look away as your hands distractedly patted the desk to find the one thing you needed: your cherished tube of ruby-colored lipstick. It wasn’t long until your fingers found the little thing, the digits uncapping the lid as a hand brought it up to carefully re-apply it on your lips.
‘It was a gift from a past patron,’ you recalled as you watched your hand skillfully avoid overlining your lips. It was silly, but you felt protected by the maquillage. It became a necessity for you ever since, fueling you with a sense of courage before meeting with any new clients.
Before long, you were done. Your hands found themselves recapping the lipstick, making sure to delicately set it back down on the table. You took a step back, your tongue rubbing behind your lips before you smiled to yourself.
‘I look hot,’ you pleasingly thought to yourself. Smiling had caused little red streaks to stain the corner of your lips, a problem quickly fixed as your fingers easily wiped the smudges away. Your lips returned to looking exceptional, the overall alluring sight of your face making you hope that tonight would be a lucky money night.
‘I better get tipped generously,’ you manifested, ruffling your hair a little as the stare on your reflection never wavered.
You were so preoccupied with yourself that the sharp clicking of heels against the brothel’s wooden floors had gone unnoticed. You didn’t perceive that the sounds halted just outside your opened door, the culprit of such noises belonging to an umber-complexioned woman with a lavender-colored bob that leaned against your doorframe. You hadn’t realized anything that was happening in the outside world, a piercing wolf whistle serving as the only thing that brought you back to reality. The sudden fright made you jolt in place, your whole body quickly whirling around to face the woman standing in the doorway.
“Damn, girl,” the other woman vocalized, her seductive almond-shaped eyes playfully sized you up and down. “Look at you.”
“Willow,” you sternly greeted through tight, squinted eyes and a curled bottom lip. You attempted to look vexed, yet ultimately faltered at Willow’s smooth, addictive laughter. You cracked a small grin at the charming sound, silently forgiving your co-worker for unintentionally petrifying you. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I know,” Willow forced out through giggles. “God, you should’ve seen your face!”
Her giggling continued for a while before she noticed your patient, plain facial expression. Her hand slapped against the door frame, pulling herself together.
“Okay, but seriously,” she cleared her throat, her body bouncing off the door frame as she stood straight up. “I came down to tell you that one of your regulars is waiting for you in the lobby.”
“Oh, okay,” you responded, quickly peering back to the vanity mirror to recheck your lipstick once more. Your eyes drifted downward onto your desk, landing on a pair of diamond lever-back earrings that shined under the dim brothel’s light. “Do you know which regular?” you absentmindedly asked as your hands flew to hook the jewelry through your earlobes.
“Yeah,” Willow responded just as you hooked one earring through a pierced hole. “It’s Silco’s Number Two, actually.”
The unclamped earring in your second pierced hole dangled as you instantly froze, your mind screaming at you to not lose your composure in front of your co-worker.
Silco’s Number Two?
“Oh,” you replied in your calmest voice, your hands shaking violently as they clamped the second earring shut through your earlobe. “Okay.”
If Willow noticed your trembling form and shaky hands, she refrained from commenting on them.
“Want me to send her down?” she offered in a considerate tone. You turned back around to face her, your head nodding as you accepted her proffer.
“Yeah,” you agreed. You gave her a small, anxiety-riddled smile. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Willow replied. She blew a kiss at you, the click-clacking of her heels returning as she sauntered back upstairs. The thunderous sounds reduced in noise as she slowly disappeared, the only sounds accompanying you now being the intimate moans and masculine voices that roamed the brothel’s bottom floor. Your floor.
Your eyes glanced towards your velvety, pearl-colored bed, the option of sitting on it available as you waited for your client to arrive. You decided to remain standing; nervous butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach prevented you from achieving not even a minute of serenity. Your quavery legs rocked your body back and forth, your eyes simultaneously unfixing their attention from your bed to settle on your interlocked fingers. Despite the curiosity you felt because of your consternation, you didn’t dare look up from your hands to take a glimpse at the door frame. You wondered if she was standing there, her one forearm pressed against the doorcase while she smoked coolly from a cigar. You could picture her smirking down at you, her strong and towering form approaching as she beckoned for you to unbutton her gray-colored slacks.
‘Oh, God,’ you silently whined to yourself. Where the fuck was she?
Your eyes instantly bounced towards your bedroom door as the creaking of the far left staircase caught your attention. The stairs’ groans were a telltale sign that someone was approaching the ground floor, the rough thumps of their shoes hitting against the brothel’s sturdy floors as they drew closer to your room. The footsteps only halted as they creeped up outside your door, your heart rate accelerating as you knew who was leaned up against the doorframe.
Through your peripheral vision, your eyes observed a pair of metallic boots that perched outside your door. They crossed at the ankle, the shoes trembling as their host grumbly chuckled.
“Ay, mira que tímido,” a profound, raspy voice called out. Her words forced you to meet your patron’s silver eyes, her overall face a vision of pure smugness: an arched eyebrow, a wrinkled nose, a complacently smirking mouth. Her rugged lips parted as she slickly delivered her suggestive proposition: “Aren’t you supposed to greet me now?”
You gulped, the vision of the woman in front of you taking your breath away. Barely concealed by her red cape, her robotic arm supported her upper body as she leaned against the door frame. Her right, human hand was extended away from her body, her pointer and middle fingers delicately holding the cigar that she smoked lazily from.
“Sevika,” you breathed out, your cheeks flushing in both embarrassment and infatuation. Sevika found your smitten state to be adorable, her lips curling up further while her eyes surprisingly softened.
“Hey, nena,” she gently replied, her machine arm pushing her body off the door frame as she completely entered your room. You stood there timidly, watching as she comfortably planted herself down on your plush, mahogany-colored couch. She nonchalantly smoked away, her legs spreading naturally as her eyes took in your shy, small form. In an attempt to reassure you, she patted her thighs, signaling for you to sit down on them. You wordlessly nodded, your bare feet rapping against your smooth floors as your two legs wrapped around her one thigh.
Pressing against Sevika’s solid chest, your arms wrapped around her neck while your face leaned closer to her nape. In close proximity, your fingers brushed through her soft, bob-styled hair. She practically purred in your lap; the sensation of your warm breaths on her skin and soothing fingers through her hair was enough to submerge her into a blissful state.
Although neither of you had talked, you both found the silence to be quite comforting. Sevika wrapped her robotic arm around your lower back, the gentle grip of the electric appendage assuringly secured you on her thigh. Staring secretly through your eyelashes, you dolefully noticed that her eyes hadn’t acknowledged you at all. She stared meaninglessly at one of your equally mahogany-colored walls, her cigar hanging loosely on her lips. It wasn’t long before her lengthy fingers plucked the smoke from her mouth, the impressive blow of vapor exhaling from her nose. Anticipation and boredom settled in your psyche, your feelings conflicted as you were unsure what Sevika was thinking. She usually was the designated conversation-starter, hence why you were confused as your lips began to move on their own accord.
“How’s work?” you adequately asked. Unexpectedly, Sevika guffawed, the action making you bounce on her knee as her whole body vibrated.
“You already know the answer,” She amusingly replied, rubbing her wrist against her forehead as she chuckled. “Same as always, chiquita.”
Because she was Silco’s Right Hand, Sevika invariably remained confidential about her position. Even if your curiosity sometimes got the best of you, your respect and understanding of her discretion overrode your attempts of learning more about her double life. However, you knew that when she wasn’t making you moan and blush, she held discussions with other gossiping brothel-workers about Hextech rumors.
“If you’re interested,” you tried again, the knowledge of what you just recalled hot on your mind. “One of my clients gave me some interesting information.”
“Information about what?” Sevika scoffingly retorted, her words muffled as she took a drag from her cigar again.
“Information about Hextech.”
Suddenly, Sevika froze. You followed suit, nervousness taking over and you struggled to study her face. The room grew still, the fumes from her motionless cigar the only thing that danced in the room.
“Hmm,” the smoker eventually hummed. You felt the absence of cold, metallic fingers from your lower spine, the robotic hand moving to lift your face off of Sevika’s shoulder. The sensation of an icy thumb and pointer finger on your chin caused you to shudder, the action causing Sevika to purr as she watched you through lowered eyelids. Her seductive gaze was on you, forcing you to engage in her wordless eye-contact as she leisurely pulled another smoke from her belvedere. Your cheeks grew warm from her domination, her thigh rocking up to make contact with the quickly growing wetness between your legs. “Dígame,” she ultimately said, accepting your invitation to hear what you’ve learned.
Her mechanical fingers pushed strands of your hair out of your face, causing you to shiver. You nonetheless complied with her agreement as you recited the words from your recent, chatty businessman of a client. “They’re planning on shipping out to Demacia next week.”
You took pleasure in watching Sevika’s eyes light up, her silver-colored irises turning into a purple hue from the shimmer pumping avidly in her veins. “Because it’s the day before Progress Day,” you cockly continued, “it’ll be the biggest shipment of the year.”
The corner of Sevika’s lips cocked, her head jerking slightly forward as she chuckled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you confidently repeated. You were on Cloud Nine, the feeling of being useful and reliable to the woman you’ve admired for so long gave you a high that no other drug could give you.
“Look how devoted you’ve been, mi jeva,” Sevika cooed. “Even when you were fucking someone else, the only thought on that pretty little mind of yours was me, right? Thinking about how I’d reward you if you relayed that message back to me, hmm?
Your eyes casted downwards in mortification, the other woman reading you like an open book. She wasn’t wrong; recently, all you could think about was her. You compared your different patrons to Sevika, believing that they couldn’t light a candle to her. You listened to every Hextech rumor you received, knowing the elation Sevika would feel once you passed on the hearsay to her. You beamed at the mere mention of her name from your co-workers’ mouths, not realizing just how bad your crush on her had grown.
“You don’t have to say it,” Sevika whispered, her machine arm traveling back down towards your bottom. “But we both know it’s true.”
You whimpered, the sound produced by Sevika’s faux hand squeezing your ass mercilessly.
“So if it’s true,” you sheepishly asked through a toasty-tempered face. “Are you going to reward me now?”
“Ay, cariña,” she uttered lovingly before the sinister look in her eyes heightened. “Of course I will. The question is, what should I do with you?”
You groaned, both of you well aware of what the other was thinking. “Sevika,” you whimpered, your thighs unconsciously grinding on Sevika’s own as a pool of arousal started to settle between your legs. “Please don’t make me say it out loud.”
She silently observed how you rode her thigh, mewls and cries escaping your lips as your hands clenched around your own light blue, lacy nightgown. She sadistically took in the delicious sight of your neediness, yet her fingers achingly twitched as they badly wanted to touch you.
“If you won’t say it,” Sevika kicked off, pulling your trembling body in closer. “Then I will.”
Her rough lips brushed against your ear, her balmy breath warm against your ear as she temptingly whispered her following declaration.
“We both know what your reward will be, nenita. My reward, though, would be hearing the cute sounds you’ll make when my fingers fuck that wet cunt of yours.
You gasped while Sevika’s lustful words only continued.
“And from the way you’re jerking around my thigh, I think it’s time for my baby to cash in her reward.”
Without thinking, you felt yourself lunging towards her as your lips frantically met hers passionately.
Your eyes were sharply closed in ecstasy, causing you to predominantly rely on your sense of touch. Sevika’s human fingers were on the back of your head, twirling the curls of your hair. She eventually pushed you closer, her lips biting into yours as she devoured you. Her robotic hand on your lower body pushed you further, encouraging you to rock against her thigh harder. The erotic friction that was produced between your legs felt sinfully good, causing you to moan in her mouth.
“Feels good?” Sevika breathed against your lips. “Gonna cum on my thigh, mami?”
You whined, your lingerie-covered cunt stroked vigorously at her words. Your stomach pulled, the middle of your thighs growing soaked as an alert that you were close.
“Are you gonna let me?” You whispered as another moan escaped your lips.
“Of course,” she confirmed, a hint of deviousness in her tone. “I’m rewarding you, after all.”
Motivated, your legs only jerked faster as you raced to hit your peak. Your arms wrapped around Sevika’s neck, whimpering against her cheek because of the indescribable pleasure.
“Como así,” Sevika grated into your ear. “Mira que mojada estás. I can feel you dripping on my leg, muñeca.”
Her seductive words evoked tears to fall from your waterlines, your concealed nipples rapidly hardening underneath your silk nightgown. Casting her eyes towards your chest, Sevika reveled in the sight of your swelling buds. She cocked an eyebrow, her interest piqued as her human fingers untangled themselves from your hair to paw at your breasts. She brushed her thumbs curiously against your nipples, her lips adopting a malicious smile as she feasted on your immediate reaction.
Hidden behind tightly shut eyelids, your pupils watched as stars frantically danced behind the twilight-hue that was your vision. Blood rushed through your ears, your hearing growing temporarily muffled as you struggled to recognize the noises you were uncontrollably making. Sevika’s malevolent fingers twisted and pulled on your tits, the soft purr effusing in your throat the possible indication of moans. Sevika’s sensual Spanish flowed in your ears, the soft whisperings of ‘mi pequeña zorra’ and ‘correte para mi, nena’ enticing you to believe that a whine just fell from your lips. Thunderously shaking against Sevika’s strong build, your body eventually settled to softly tremble as your vocal cords strung a harmonic sound. The tune poured out your mouth, the undeniable song of fucked-out whimpering denoting that you were coming down from the most sinful high: an orgasm.
Falling limply, your exhausted body laid against Sevika as your face planted against her neck. Her human palm rubbed up and down your back, the soothing action coxing you to sleep.
“‘Ta bien?” Sevika’s gravelly voice questioned. The familiar, attentive phrase automatically caused you to nod while her palm massaged lower down your vertebrae.
“Good,” Sevika smoothly replied, evoking a squeak from your lips as her hand grasped your ass once more. “Cause we’re not done here, princesa.”
With the long-forgotten cigar in her mouth, Sevika huffed out a small growl as she lifted both herself and you off the couch effortlessly. Veins protruded from her human arm, your added weight against her the cause of such a delicious sight. Both of her hands were utilized to hold you upright in her arms, the comforting feeling cut short as Sevika flung your body down on your silky-textured bed.
As you caught your breath, Sevika leisurely stalked away from your body. You languidly heard her metallic boots clobber against your timbered floors, the sound of ashes hissing followed shortly after. Sevika made her return, of course, sultrily removing her red cape as she tossed it on the couch behind her. The smell of a particular soot began to fill the air, the lack of a cigar between Sevika’s fingers drew you to the simple conclusion that the woman had finally put out the cheroot.
“You let your other little clients use that?” Sevika’s chin pointed to something behind you, yet you didn’t need to follow her direction to know what she was referring to. The top of your bed neighbored with a side table, the cream-colored desk the home of where a little, brown ashtray laid.
“No,” you refusedly shook your head. “They’re not allowed to use it.”
“But I am?”
“Cause you’re my favorite.”
Your cheeks instantly warmed, embarrassment settling in as you digested your confident words. Sevika’s face softened, her cocky eyebrows lowering as her lips curled upwards into an adored smile.
“Yeah?” Sevika started softly, her body snakily moving towards you. Her movements were ignored, her cherishing face the pinpoint of your current attention. “You wanna know something?”
Her robotic hand gently shoved you down onto the bed sheets, her human hand planted near your face as she slowly leaned in. Caged in by her upper body, you could only anticipate what her next words would be as her mechanical fingers traced along your inner thighs.
“What is it?” You found yourself asking. Sevika’s face began to lower itself, your eyes reflexively closing as they prepared for what you thought would be your first kiss together. Surprisingly, what greeted you was the sensation of a warm, dewy breath on your temperate ear.
“Out of anyone in the Undercity,” cold fingers pressed against your drenched, covered pussy. “You’re my favorite, niñita.”
You gasped, your fingers instantaneously grasping onto the wrinkly, velvet sheets underneath you. A faint buzz sound filled the room, the source of the noise belonging to the motorized fingers pushed between your legs.
“You didn’t,” you breathed out through moans and sharp intakes of breaths.
“I did.” Sevika’s vibrating arm shone a violent shade of electric purple, the sizzling shimmer in her body causing the Hextech scar on her face to shine additionally. “Upgraded it at Jericho’s before my little appointment here. Feels good?”
“Sevika,” you whispered, your hand finding the strength to lift itself off your sheets as it wrapped around the back of her neck. “Fuck me,” you purred, her face pulled merely inches away from yours. “You can do whatever you want with me, just make me cum again.”
“Nena, I know.” Sevika hummed. “Just sit there and look pretty, okay? Just keep making those cute noises I like so much while I fuck you.”
Her words and the pleasurable tremoring that occurred between your thighs only worsened your state, your entire body fleshed with a fever you couldn’t sweat out.
“Take these off, baby.” Sevika’s fingers tapped against your lingerie bottoms, your hands rapidly moving to fling the light material madly away from your lower body. They ended up thrown on the floor somewhere, your legs swiftly spreading apart as they revealed your dripping, bare cunt to the awed-woman in front of you.
“Ofrecome,” her voice airily left her lips. She curiously brought her human hands closer to the sweltering core, fingers pushing deep into the hole before they were placed on Sevika’s tongue.
“You taste better than I remembered,” Sevika sultrily reminisced, the woman’s nostalgia promptly withering as she dropped down to her knees as she faced your sore and throbbing folds. Her face drew closer, her nose rubbing against your clit as her next words breathed on your aching pussy. “Want my mouth, nena? Or do you want my fingers?”
You whined, one of your hands ungripped from your sides to run through Sevika’s messy bob. Fisftuls of her hair were intertwined with your fingers, yet you made sure that no intense hair-pulling was transpired. “Both,” you found yourself honestly fussing. “I wanna cum from both.”
“Codiciosa,” Sevika playfully murmured before she got to work. She extended her tongue, the viscous appendage poking out to run between your puffy lips. Her work was purposely messy, her tongue vertically and horizontally exploring every crevice of your cunt that seemed to constantly leak from undivided attention.
“Fuck,” you panted from above her. “Oh, God. Sev, don’t fucking stop.”
Her tongue traced up towards your clit, her lips closing in on the little bud that both parties could feel throbbing in her mouth. Your nipples hardened again, your tits bouncing frenziedly with every forceful draw of air you took.
With her mouth still on your swelling button, her middle, metallic finger rubbed against the spit-and-lubricant enfolded lip-folds of your cunt. They were wider than her human fingers, her middle finger slipping in alone already eliciting a cry and a stretched-out feeling to run over your body.
“Baby, go faster,” your husky-growing voice begged of Sevika. You wailed as the finger reactivated, the vibrations increasing in ferocity as you were able to feel them actually inside you.
It was ultimately too much. Sevika’s lips sucked feverishly, her moisturized tongue darting out to brush against your bundle of nerves. Her finger slowly pumped in and out, the vibrations increasing in tempo as your inner lips clutched narrowly around the metallic digit.
It was as if you developed a form of pyrexia; your body grew hot and began to perspire as you felt yourself inching closer and closer to another orgasm. Your hands erratically flew to the edge of your nightgown, skillfully managing to remove the flimsy fabric away from your body without breaking Sevika’s stride on your cunt. Like the other articles of your clothing, the silk dress ended up somewhere discarded on your floor while your hands reached up to knead your own breasts.
“Sevika,” you sighed, your fingers toying with and twisting the nipples that further coarsened under your touch. “I’m close again. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Your eyes closed as the back of your head pressed into your mattress, your legs spreading impossibly wider as adorable, high-pitched whines sung from your throat.
While Sevika’s mouth moved furiously on your pussy, her eyes focused passionately on your face. She reveled in how she was able to make you thrash around the way you did, your lips contorting themselves to breathe out her name desperately. She doted on your confession of adoration from earlier, your claim that she was your favorite consistently racked through her mind. Earnestly, you both knew that romance wasn’t a privilege that was granted in the Undercity. Yet, there was no need for romance between you; the comforting feeling of having at least one person on your side in this desolate city was enough to fill the forlorn void present in your hearts.
Sevika’s thoughts were unbeknownst to you, your mind only generating thoughts of her name and cusses as she made you cum once more. You cried, tears streaming down your face as your belly sucked and contorted from the orgasmic rush sinking down to your pussy. The vibrations inside you decreased in speed, the finger slipping out of you as Sevika quickly replaced it with her tongue. She drank the sweet-tasting nectar that flowed from you, her hands gently pressing your thighs against either side of her face. Once she was done, she backed up, drinking in gasps of fresh air before she climbed up on the bed to lay next to your panting body.
She laid sideways, her head propped up by her robotic arm as her human fingers walked along your huffing and puffing torso. She listened to your breathing beginning to mellow out, returning back to its regular rhythm of respiration.
“Sevika?” You called out for her, the other woman’s palm affectionately stroking your cheek as you glanced towards her caring gaze.
“Estoy aquí,” her tender tone responded. “I haven't left yet, nena.”
“Oh,” you sheepishly replied, your unclothed body pulled upwards onto Sevika’s clothed body by the other woman’s arms. “Wanna know something funny?” You rhetorically asked, not waiting for Sevika to respond as your cheek pressed against her firm chest. Mimicking Sevika, your fingers danced along her defined abdomen as they trailed for the top edge of her pants. “You fucked me so good, I almost said ‘I love you’.”
Sevika remained quiet, because what exactly could she say to that? Through her stunned state, her body wasn’t able to feel the stirring of her pants as your hand slipped underneath. She only noticed once the pads of your fingers traveled below her undergarments, your skin making contact with her soaked pussy.
Sevika gasped from under you, yet she made no move to stop you. “Qué ‘ta haciendo?” She questioned raspily.
“Returning the favor,” you cheekily replied, casting a wink her way as your fingers wheeled around her clit. Your palm tickled as they brushed against Sevika’s pubic bush, the sensation ignored as you didn’t mind. “Besides,” you continued, watching as Sevika clenched her teeth together. “It’s my job to make you feel good, too.”
“Baby,” Sevika hissed while your other hand tugged her pants down, the garment residing just above her knees. You rearranged herself so that you were face-to-face with her dampening crotch, your head slightly squashed between Sevika’s thick, muscular legs. Her briefs quickly followed, your fingers pulling the undergarment down before your face planted straight on the warmth between her thighs.
From the duration of the seven month long brothel visits, picking up Sevika’s habits became second nature. You learned she wasn’t much of a moaner, yet she wasn’t one to restrain a groan. She grunted as your tongue traced around her labia, a sigh from her mouth following as your appendage pushed through her lower lips.
“¿Estás usando esa boca bonita de tuya?” Sevika spoke, her human fingers threading through your hair as you ate her out soulfully. “Go ahead, then.”
Your nose bridge rubbed against her reverberating clit, your mouth and tongue too concerned with sucking off the juice that oozed from Sevika’s cunt. This continued for a while, the action of you giving her head while she growled seductively at the sensations she felt. Eventually, Sevika would later tug at your hair, growling as your eyes darted to her shimmer-affected face. Her eyes shone a neon shade of violet, thick eyebrows scowling as her mouth bared her sharp canines. As animalistic as it was, you nonetheless recognized her expression as the telltale sign of her eventual, uncontrollable orgasm.
“Add a finger,” her booming voice commanded of you, leaving you no choice but to comply with her wish.
Your fingers, both the middle and ring finger, slipped into the tight, pulsing heat of Sevika’s pussy. She gasped, letting a satisfied exhale slip through her lips as you merely observed your work. “Is that good?” You muffledly asked. She shh’d you, the grip on your hair loosening as she took to kindly brushing away hairs that fell onto your face.
“Oh, baby,” Sevika began as your fingers in her pumped steadily and your lips on her clit sucked determinedly. “Mí nenita buenisima. You’re doing well, just don’t stop.”
Spurred by her praises, you didn’t dare falter in your movements. Your fingers plunged as deep as they could, at one point finding her g-spot causing her to sharply inhale. Your tongue swirled around on her bud, your mouth moving in to suck on it periodically. Sevika’s hand still lingered in your hair, occasionally tugging on it when you accidentally fucked too hard into a sensitive pleasure point.
Before long, the sultry sounds of raspy pants filled the sex-scented room.
“Fuck,” Sevika’s voice howled as her thighs trembled on either sides of your face. “Me voy a correr, nena. No te detengas.”
By her words, your body moved faster to please the beseeching woman you so deeply admired. Your fingers picked up speed, diving quickly and profoundly into her. Your mouth lapped berserkly, ignoring the aching feeling your jaw suffered as you were determined to make this woman cum under you.
Not a moment more was spent before Sevika turned into a shaking mess, chanting your name as if it were a sinful, personal prayer.
Your fingers glide out from her pussy, bringing the digits up to your mouth as you lifted her pants back up her hips.
Wordlessly, and still bare compared to Sevika’s re-clothed body, you laid on top of her chest again as you peppered sweet kisses on her neck.
She breathed deeply, yet considerably craned her neck to grant you more room for your doting attention on her skin.
“Well,” Sevika spoke, her breathing leveling out as her human arm reached around to hold your lower body against hers. “I’m all fucked out.”
“Same,” you plainly responded, exhaustion taking over as you allowed your head to tiredly fall on her breasts. “You’ve fucked me to sleep, Sev. Spend the night here, I’ll put your extended stay on my tab.”
“I’ve got to get back to Silco’s,” her equally, worn-out voice countered. “He’ll be up my ass if I stay for too long.”
“Fuck Silco,” you drainly whispered. “Five minutes. Just five minutes.”
At first, she didn’t respond, the prospect that she might’ve fallen asleep hung high on your mind. She at long last responded, a simple “okay” protruded from her mouth before her eyelids closed shut in what you assumed to be a deep sleep.
Curled against the warmth of her body, your eyelids followed suit as the protective feeling of Sevika’s arm around you soothed you to bed.
“Goodnight, Sevika,” you wished, a final kiss planted on her neck before you succumbed to the darkness of sleep.
Unbeknownst to you, Sevika tenderly smiled at your words, her lips planting a returning kiss on the top of your head.
“Goodnight, nena,” Sevika murmured, pulling you impossibly closer as she drifted off with you in her arms.