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That evening was unbearably cold. All of Fontaine seemed to shudder in the early twilight that descended along with the dark clouds, the city paralyzed by the heavy rain’s tight embrace.
That evening, Furina dashed into her chambers, tearful and trembling, to throw herself onto the couch and try holding back her silent tears. Foçalors, appearing in the mirror across from her, couldn’t hide a sad smile, her usual and only response to the most terrifying emotional calamities.
“Poor Neuvillette,” she whispered, sliding into the room, unheard and, so far, unseen. “He probably hid himself in one of those underwater retreats he so prides himself on and is now crying his heart out over another terribly sad trial.”
As she approached her human self, the Hydro Archon heard Furina whisper through clenched teeth:
“H-hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, d-don`t cry!”
Foçalors felt something sting deep inside her chest. She couldn’t tell if it was Furina’s sadness or her own envy. After all, this child, who was still somehow her, the goddess of justice, would one day gain her freedom if she was only strong enough. And then, — oh, then she could comfort Neuvillette just like she always wished she could.
Foçalors gave a quiet sigh and sat down on Furina’s couch. She chuckled at the idea of jokingly stating that she was beside herself, but never uttered that phrase. There was no need to scare Furina even more, after all.
“There now, that’s okay. No need to hold back tears,” she whispered instead, stroking her head.
Furina held on to Foçalors and burst into frantic sobs as soon as she heard that permission, so all that remained to do was stroking her head and waiting until the pain subsided.
“Do you really need him that badly?” The goddess asked when her primadonna self was finally wiping away her tears, trembling in what a doctor would construe as a nervous fever that came after a rare emotional outburst. “After all, he is…”
“I need to be especially careful around him, I know,” Furina whispered hoarsely. “But if only I could speak to him… Really speak to him just once before my final trial…”
Foçalors suppressed a heavy sigh. She wished she could explain her plan in full, give her some hope to hold onto, but she wasn’t even sure everything would work as she intended. Still, Furina deserved her sincerity, and she would receive as much, wherever that could lead.
“I cannot ease your pain, not yet. But I can bring you brief relief,” she said, without even blushing at the indiscretion she was about to commit.
Foçalors’ touches on Furina’s forehead, then shoulders, and then on her soft breasts were soothing and tender, in a way she’s never allowed herself before. Furina gave a confused but needy moan as mirror-her undid the buttons on her vest to touch her again, more thoroughly and persistently.
As she moaned beneath her, Foçalors gracefully slid out of her own clothes, leaving Furina less exposed to give her a bit of an edge she could never have with anyone else. Not yet.
“Let this be the weirdest dream we’ll ever share,” Foçalors whispered into Furina’s ear, and then kissed her with the power and tenderness of the merciful tides that were now caressing and calming the one who caused the rain to pour and subside.
Furina arched her back, moaning needily, and Foçalors chuckled as she stroked her between her legs, feeling her desire build up in her own body. She kissed her neck, not rushing to undress Furina any further, holding back moans of her own.
And then, Foçalors felt a knee gently pressing between her thighs.
“F-furina, I—”
She could only whimper that much before giving in to the one who seemed so helpless a moment ago and now overpowered her with the fierceness of wrathful, stormy waves.
Without any real struggle, they somehow ended up on the floor, and Foçalors could only tremble and moan as Furina gently thrusted her knee between her legs, hastily removing her gloves. She had no idea what mirror-her did, but her hands were now slightly aglow with pure Hydro power, and so she could conjure any shape to plunge inside the goddess beneath her, inside herself .
As Furina slid almost hot, thick and long… Thing weaved of pure water into her, Foçalors blushed fiercely at just how much she wanted this, how much she needed to give up her power for a short while, to be truly helpless . She was too ashamed to even admit what she was thinking, but the thrusts were becoming faster and harsher, their bodies interlocked with Hydro at the most intimate of areas, and she couldn't resist anything anymore.
“Neuv… N-n-neuvillette,” she moaned, coming undone from what were technically her own caresses, biting and kissing Furina’s lips.
Then she flipped Foçalors onto her stomach and slid into her once more, without even letting mirror-her catch her breath. The power of water was, indeed, its ability to take any shape, and right then it was the one most pleasurable to both of them, filling them to the brim, making Furina whimper from her own thrusts.
“H-harder pl-lease,” she heard from beneath herself, and locked eyes with a blushing, trembling goddess who gave small, pleased screams every time she forcefully moved her thighs, swallowing sweet tears of someone whose only wish was to be utterly weak beneath the one they trusted.
Furina wasn't even angry; all she wanted was a fraction of control and pleasure, feeling the Hydro inside them heat and pulsate until they both came undone again, in the exact same second. Foçalors was pitiful at that moment. Scratching the carpet she writhed on, whimpering and sobbing, only calling the name of the one who couldn't possibly hear her, far away beneath the waves.
“Do I really need him that badly?” Furina wondered as she rode through the afterglow, stroking Foçalors’ shoulders and comforting her now that she felt as powerless as she wished to be. “It’s alright,” Furina added, kissing her temple. “It’s okay to need someone to trust.”
As they fell asleep, hugging each other tightly, Furina knew she'd wake up all alone. Yet, somehow, that thought was not too unbearable anymore.