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“Lick it,” said Clorinde, the barrel of her white-and-gold gun cushioned between the soft, plush flesh of Navia’s round tits.
With the way Clorinde had all but yanked down the front of Navia’s dress, revealing the entirety of her breasts and her cute, pert pink nipples, Navia’s skin was left prickled with goosebumps from the cool evening air in Fontaine. Paired with the empty sharpness of Clorinde’s black gaze directed down towards Navia’s face—her mouth, to be precise—Navia hardly thought that Clorinde was being coy with her. She was entirely serious.
Well, maybe Navia should have known better, but she’d thought they were just having a fun game of cat and mouse this whole time.
“Lick it like you would a cock,” Clorinde added, her voice carrying a certain dark, heady tone that made heat immediately pool between Navia’s legs. Her stomach clenched slightly, her long, black lashes aflutter. She attempted to cross her eyes to take a better look at the gun sandwiched between her tits, which only made Clorinde laugh shortly. “I want to see it.”
The barrel of Clorinde’s gun should have been cold, but Navia’s skin was so unbearably warm, both from nerves and the strange, unexpected sensation of excitement, that the gun seemingly matched her body’s temperature.
“Like I would if it was yours, maybe?” Navia dared to press, despite her better judgment, to test the other woman. Clorinde, however, said nothing, simply peering down at Navia from where she had her pinned down; some damp, dirty back alley, strands of dark hair framing her sharp face. “Is that what you think about when you chase me all around Fontaine?”
As she spoke, Navia’s tongue lolled out of her wet mouth to lick at the side of Clorinde’s gun, just as she was instructed. It tasted like sharp metal and suffocating powder, and Navia would have nearly recoiled if she hadn’t wanted to look good for the woman forcing her to do fellatio on the weapon she used to take many lives.
She has some peculiar tastes, Navia thought privately, moving her mouth as best as she could to run over the side of the gun that was peeking out from her pillowy cleavage. Wetting it with her saliva as she licked in messy stripes, Navia then pressed a kiss to the muzzle of it for good, cheeky measure.
Making eye contact with the other woman, Navia pressed Clorinde with a, “Well?”
Clorinde, with her gloved hands, reached for one of Navia’s tits, sinking her fingers into doughy flesh and groping there none-too-gently. Navia gasped louder than she would have liked, both from the contact and how Clorinde pulled the gun from between her breasts abruptly. “You’re too cocky for someone with a gun in her face,” she said plainly. “Spread your legs for me, slut.”
It was one thing to have to lick a gun, but was Clorinde—
“You can’t possibly be thinking to—to put that inside me,” Navia babbled, feeling her heart begin to skip with not just anxiety, but an increasingly smoldering warmth that blossomed between her legs. As Navia attempted to squirm underneath Clorinde’s firm grasp, her tits heaved and bounced, but Clorinde held her there effortlessly, knee between Navia’s thick thighs. “Isn’t it loaded?”
“So what if it is?” Clorinde deadpanned, though the faintest ghosting of a sadistic smile came to her lips as she watched Navia struggle. Using her gun to nudge the skirts of Navia’s dress out of the way, she pushed the fabric upward until Navia’s black lace panties were fully available for Clorinde to see. Thin, silky. Navia couldn’t help the pink flush that spread across her cheeks, suddenly acutely aware of her own predicament. “You don’t seem to mind. You’re wet,” Clorinde made her point known by grinding a firm knee into the front of Navia’s clothed crotch.
Navia moaned helplessly, a pathetic noise that sounded far more seductive than she intended. “No,” she whimpered to Clorinde, but she wasn’t sure whether or not she meant what she said, or if this was just another part of their game she was feeding into. Either way, Navia’s legs naturally spread against her will, as if her body alone meant to welcome Clorinde’s intrusion.
Clorinde, recognizing Navia’s surrender, simpered down at her, not once tearing her gaze from Navia’s distress while she navigated the muzzle of her gun to peel Navia’s panties out of the way.
“Don’t worry. It’ll go in fine,” Clorinde told her. “I won’t pull the trigger, so just relax and take it like a good bitch.”
With Navia’s panties out of the way enough for Clorinde to access her, Navia immediately felt the cool breeze hit her hot, wet cunt for the short moment she was empty. She motioned to take in a breath, but before she could do even that, Clorinde shoved the barrel of the gun inside of her without a moment to waste.
Navia cried aloud as she felt the gun penetrate her.
It felt unlike anything she’d ever had in her before, and Clorinde could tell from the way Navia’s dainty, doll-like features screwed up like she was in pain. She grinned with teeth down at Navia as she worked the gun into her tender hole, that of which stretched painfully around the cold, hard metal of the gun. The feeling did not even remotely resemble any cock she’d ever had, even with Fontaine technology—plastic and silicone was far more forgiving than the weapon opening her up around it.
“Ohhh,” Navia whimpered, her trembling voice tapering off into a miserable groan.
Clorinde snickered cruelly as she pulled the gun back and out of Navia, only to shove it back into her, all the way up to the trigger. It wasn’t a terribly large amount to take in itself, but the reality of being fucked with a weapon made it more terrifying than the pure sensation itself.
“It feels weird,” Navia pleaded lightly.
“Of course it does,” Clorinde replied, detached, pulling her glove off with the quick gnash of her teeth before she grabbed at one of Navia’s breasts again, twisting one of her nipples with no trace of mercy. Navia keened and threw her head back as Clorinde toyed with her tits in tandem with the thrusting of the gun’s muzzle inside her, feeling the trigger hit her cunt over and over again. “It’s a gun, not a cock. I’m sure you’re not used to that. You fuck women all over Fontaine, don’t you? Little whore,” Clorinde smirked.
Navia’s mind ran a mile a minute as she was fucked with Clorinde’s weapon, the one Clorinde had pointed at her time and time over as they played all around Fontaine. Her heart lurched each time the trigger nudged up against her tender folds, afraid that it would fire off inside her. That she’d one day be on the receiving end of Clorinde’s gun wasn’t unexpected, but this particular scenario absolutely never crossed her mind.
How could it have? It was completely demented. Clorinde was out of her mind.
Navia cried out in a voice that was not entirely painful as Clorinde pinched her nipple until pink turned to a ruddy red, sore and stinging like it never had before.
“I—I haven’t slept with that many,” Navia pouted, finding it in her to argue back, despite all odds. Clorinde easily ignored her, working the gun faster inside of Navia with every thrust back inside. Each ridge that rubbed against her inner-walls made her shudder, some sensations unpleasant while others felt better, depending on the angle of the gun as Clorinde fucked her. “You don’t have to—keep doing this, I can… if you want me to…”
“I don’t want you to do anything but cum for me,” Clorinde said shortly, taking her hand from Navia’s abused tit to move to her clit instead. Navia nearly screamed as Clorinde began to rub against the sensitive, abandoned bundle, so Clorinde swiftly used her other hand to cover up Navia’s mouth.
Clorinde’s movements were precise as she circled Navia, rubbing against her pebbled clit in just a way enough to make Navia feel like she might lose her mind.
Clorinde called her a whore, but it didn’t seem at all that Clorinde was inexperienced when it came to a woman’s body.
Should I bite her? Navia thought in a haze, her thoughts swimming behind her eyes in a bright white as her orgasm approached. Archons, it feels so good. I can’t believe I’m about to cum from getting fucked with her weapon…
Navia could no longer hold back.
Crying out into Clorinde’s hand, Navia’s lower half spasmed as she came around the thick barrel of the gun inside her stretched pussy. It burned , feeling hot and achy and too good—so good that it hurt as she clamped around the metal inside her. The ridges scraped against her insides, making her gasp as her cunt clenched around each bump. All the while, Clorinde rubbed at her clit faster and harsher, whispering to her in a wicked tone, “That’s it. That’s it, pretty girl. Pretty slut.”
Abruptly, Clorinde pulled the gun out of Navia’s hot, wrecked hole, leaving her wet and gaping and empty. She took her hand away from Navia’s mouth, and Navia moaned weakly, spent as her own juices trickled out of her.
Becoming aware of the cold, hard alley floor underneath her, Navia breathed weakly.
“Next time, you can just ask to have me normally,” Navia offered, moving her head to the side just enough to look at Clorinde. Her fluffy blonde hair was stuck with sweat to her cheeks and her forehead, still panting lightly as she took in the sight of the other woman lifting herself to her feet.
Clorinde looked like she barely broke a sweat as she put her glove back on over her soiled hand, fitting it onto her fingers before she stood and looked down at Navia, all a wreck, with a glance.
Offering Navia nothing else, she at the very least smiled. It looked a bit crude, but it didn’t ruin her handsome image. Navia’s heart gave a final skip.
“But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun, would it?” Clorinde offered, tilting her head before turning on her heel to leave Navia alone, half-naked and thoroughly fucked in a dirty back alley.
All things considered, Navia supposed she couldn’t disagree with that. She was happiest knowing that Clorinde had been playing together with her all along.