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Day-by-day, week-by-week, month-by-month, our beloved Himeko works her absolute hardest to maintain the Astral Express as a whole: it's integrity, it's reputation, it's joy. The tall, red-haired woman was an absolute goliath when it came to being perceived as the embodiment of perfection. She single-handedly commanded her crew while simultaneously maintaining their personal lives and happiness- on top of her more personal duties, she wielded the deadly buzz-saw that was hidden away in her suitcase as if it were a child's toy... hell, she'd even maintained communication and good will across the cosmos, between allies and enemies alike... and she did it all in her long, silky white dress, and her tall, sturdy black stiletto heels. She was an idol... an icon of pure, unadulterated flawlessness.
...
Unfortunately for her, the apple of everyone's eye, she was not perfect. She was not flawless- and she certainly wasn't without fatigue.
She walked through the halls of her beloved Astral Express, having just come from a more diplomatic mission, discussing actions regarding inter-planetary borders and high-energy readings across the local frozen plains with the one and only Bronya Rand, the current Supreme Guardian of Belebog. Frankly, this meeting was... well... she couldn't seem to find a more eloquent words for... boring. There was no way around it. Even for a professional, mature woman like Himeko, the meeting had droned on and on for hours, tearing and clawing at her sense of zen- by the time they'd reached the tenth meeting inturruption, the red-haired woman was just about ready to get up and leave... by the fifteenth? Oh, she had been ready to positively explode. Hours of her time and patience, down the drain... of course, like all cases of extreme boredom, she'd done what everyone does- think of something interesting, to keep herself awake! It was a simple plan- an easy, childish plan: think of something that always made her excited. Something that kept her... on her toes. Some... someone that kept her full, undivided attention with ease. This... "someone" was easy to think of. She had a head of wine-purple hair, always tied back into a short ponytail, sporting a set of fashionably small shades at the crown of her head. She wore a stupid jacket that hung uselessly off her shoulders, could only ever be seen in annoyingly tight shorts...
Kafka, of the Stellaron Hunters.
Himeko and Kafka had a... tumultuous relationship, that was for certain. The Hunter was one of the only people across the vast, endless stars that managed to get beneath her skin with little-to-no effort at all, and she knew it. The two had been... "involved" for quite some time now. They'd developed a consistent schedule that was maddening even just in it's existance: Kafka would somehow always find Himeko's schedule, despite it never being published or sent to her- the purple-haired woman would "surprise" her when she got back to the Express after long, hard days (though, of course, there wasn't much "surprise" after Himeko had realized the pattern that Kafka had been following...), and the two would... de-stress together. There wasn't much that could be done with Kafka's holograms (those damned, fickle things. They did nothing but pop up in her express and torment the poor woman), but it'd get... surprisingly vulgar- for an interaction where they can't touch, at least. Kafka would tease until Himeko could hardly remember her own name- they'd get naked within the privacy of the redhead's room, and sit across from each other- while they couldn't quite touch one another... they were always more than happy to touch themselves with the other's guidance. Then, after all was said and done, the two would make awkward, quick goodbyes, denying any sort of affection outside of their silly, juvenile, noncommittal, long-distance sex. Remembering all this, of course, and trying to use it as a distraction from boredom only backfired horribly, leading her to getting all worked up- she felt rediculous. A woman at her grown age, getting wet beneath the table at an incredibly crucial meeting- what's even worse, is that these thoughts refused to leave on her way home.
Back to the present, Himeko found herself clicking her heels one before the other, adamantly heading towards her room. When she opened the door, she had practically thrown her high-tech, weaponized suitcase against the wall, and looked around, seemingly waiting for a hologram to manifest, at her beckoned call.
...
Silence.
It drove her insane. She felt like a child, throwing a hissy-fit, alone in her room. She was growing... desperate. She stomped out, finding her way to the main cabin-
"Welt. Have you-" Her soft, feminine voice seemed to be almost tainted by the muddy, raspy need she'd been feeling for hours now. She seemed rushed- urgent.
Then, of course, she realized that Welt Yang (a member of her beloved Astral Express Crew) was, in fact, not the only person in the room. Of course, the one time everyone's up at this hour, and in the main cabin, was today of all days. They all had seemed to look up from their respective activities and conversations, alarmed by Himeko's sudden dropping of her elaborately-crafted image of absolute perfection.
The tall woman cleared her throat, and straightened her back. As she began to speak again, a subtle, dusted-red blush had spread it's way across her cheeks.
"Ah! Hello- I wasn't aware anyone else was still awake." She spoke, a shaky smile doing it's best to cover her previous, gutteral outburst.
Almost in unison, Dan Heng, Pom Pom, March, and Mr. Yang all waved... they were silent, as if watching the most fascinating display of somebody absolutely losing their shit for the very first time.
After a quick, deep breath, Hime turned to Welt once more, and offered him a kind smile.
"Could I speak to you just for a moment?" She proposed, clasping her hands together infront of her soft, curvy frame.
The man nodded, and followed her around the corner, and to the next corridor.
"...Himeko, are you feeling-"
"Kafka." Her voice sounded almost sharp, like whatever the fuck Welt had to say wasn't of any use to her.
"...I'm sorry?" The man was almost taken aback, immediately summoning his cane to his side- should he be worried? Was she somehow aboard the express?
"Kafka. Have you seen her?"
"What? No- Himeko, is everything okay? Should I be worried...?" He looked... concerned, to say the least.
"Her fucking hologram- it's not here."
"...I'm sorry, I don't... think I understand-" Welt began, though he stopped at a raise of Himeko's hand.
"It's fine. I'm sorry, I must be... more tired than I thought."
A lie.
"I'll just... head back to my room, and try to get some rest. Please be sure I remain undisturbed, Welt?" She sighed, looking the elder man in the eye.
Silently, he nodded. The two waited a moment, before he turned, heading back to the main cabin.
She was going crazy. She had to be.
Himeko strutted back to her room, pinching the bridge of her nose so hard she thought she may actually break the damn thing.
More hours passed. Himeko, to nobody's surprise, didn't sleep.
She sat, tapping her foot at the edge of her bed, just... waiting. She would come. She had to.
Just as the woman had begun to feel herself doze off, a dull, blue light fizzled to life before her- her brows were immediately raised, her eyes wide- finally... finally.
That blue spark manifested itself further, until it had developed into a figure- there she was, in all her glory. Her dull, sadistic eyes. Her demanding hand on her stupidly curvy hip. Her cocky smirk- the woman stared down at Himeko. Something was... different.
Of course, Himeko wasn't present enough to notice- she'd lurched to her feet, immediately crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her voice was stern- mean, almost.
"...And where the fuck have you been?" She started, irritated just by the Stellaron Hunter's presence.
"Pardon? Oh, darling, have you been... expecting me?" Kafka only tilted her head to the side, her smirk growing like a hideous, twisted, thorny vine. Her eyes were hungry, eyeing over the Express Captian's every movement.
"Save me the act." Himeko snarled, shifting her weight from her right foot to her left, her heels only adding emphasis to her annoyed movement. "You always conveniently find your way to me when I'm at my most needy. Every time, without fail. And you weren't... you weren't fucking here."
"Ah..." The purple-haired woman held her hands up as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, falling into a soft, devious chuckle. "So you've discovered my secret... of course, beloved... you could have simply touched yourself... without me. And yet, here you are... all worked up for me, acting like a child in need of a spanking."
The red-haired woman's face absolutely burned. Kafka was, without a doubt, right... and she knew it. Of course she'd thought of getting off on her own- she wasn't stupid, she knew that she could, but... it wouldn't feel the same without Kafka, and the Stellaron Hunter knew it. They both did.
"Quiet now, are we? Himeko, my sweet flame, just a moment ago, you were scolding me..." Kafka's sick, twisted smirk was ever-prominent, almost challenging her begrudged lover.
"Shut up. Shut up. You're absolutely infuriating, you know that?" She barked, the heat that had spread across her face like wildfire now reaching it's way up to the tips of her ears.
"Oh, but Himeko..." Kafka began. She took a step forward... and something new happened. Something that Himeko was yet to see- the blue aura that surrounded Kafka's figure like an eerie ghost had began to fizzle out. Shades of cyan and navy slipped off her frame, giving way to brilliant violets and orchids...
"Wh..." Himeko's sturdy, agressive demeanor slipped, now being replaced by one of shock.
Kafka took another step forward... then another- pixels of blue faded behind her, the glow of her hologram-esc frame fading from the room, leaving just the two women, standing face to face.
"How... how did you- how are you...? Are you really here-?" Himeko looked Kafka up and down. They'd been doing this for months on end now, and this had never once happened- so many questions sprung to the forefront of her mind: had Kafka always been able to do this? Was this for realism purposes only, or was it... functional? Could they-?
Before Himeko could even think the question, she received her answer. The purple-haired woman took one last step forward, slipping her hands beneath Himeko's coat, planting them on either of Hime's hips, firmly grabbing at her flesh through her thin dress. The way the Captian's soft, sweet hips dipped before pooling into her thighs was oh-so delicious... Kafka simply had to hold them.
"Thank Bladie for the idea- and Silver for the tech, of course... all I had to do was grovel a little, it seems." Her smirk seemed to be replaced with something more... genuine. A smile- one that was sweet, and soft, and most of all, wanting.
Silence filled the room for what felt like an eternity- Himeko blinked a few times, shifting her hips just a tad, almost trying to be sure if the digits that had dug into her sides were really there. To be sure, she slowly... ever-so-slowly, reached her arms up, resting a hand on either of Kafka's shoulder pads- fuck, she'd always hated that stupid suit... it covered far too much for her liking.
The redhead gasped, like a schoolgirl taken off guard, as Kafka leaned forward, a devilish glint shining in her glassy eyes- the movement was sudden... calculated. Her lips had stopped just an inch from Hime's, still smirking like the absolute asshole she was.
"May I?" Kafka teased, feeling the way Himeko had stopped breathing beneath her.
"...Fuck you." Himeko finally spoke.
The Hunter let out a low chuckle, before swooping in, absolutely mashing her lips into the taller woman's.
Nothing about this was soft, or gentle, or elegant- nothing like Himeko's pristine image... imagine if her beloved crew could see her now, making needy little sounds, absolutely mewling into her enemy's mouth. Tongues pressed against one another, lips shared tinted gloss- teeth bit, lips suckled. It was rough, and carnal, and slick with desire. A release of months and months of built-up wants and needs, all coming to fruition.
Kafka's hands gave Hime's hips a firm squeeze, making her gasp, before they flew up with expert speed, un-buckling the clasp that held her coat at her shoulders. She tossed it across the room, earning a quick "Hey-!" from the redhead, which was immediately silenced by yet another domineering kiss.
"Himeko..." The ex-hologram woman spoke, her hands slipping behind Hime's neck, grabbing at the tie that held her dress up-
"Can I-"
"Why are you asking." Himeko scoffed, cutting her off. After all- Kafka was a sadistic, vile woman that only wanted one thing, and that was to see her beloved candle-light cinder in the nude.
...Right?
"Why, consent is crucial, beloved..."
"Shut the fuck up, and take my dress off. Now."
Oh, how Himeko soaked up the way Kafka recoiled just a tad, taken off guard for the first time since the two had met- her eyes had widened just a smidge, and a visible blush spread from cheek to cheek... fuck, it was so incredible to see every detail of this woman's perfect skin- every bump, curve, blemish... she was so much more real in person.
After just a moment of hesitation, Kafka melted back into her usual smirk, tugging at the knot that held the top of Himeko's dress up- it immediately slipped, revealing a lace, strapless bra. It was cream in color, and did little to nothing to hide the way the woman's nipples poked at the floral lace, begging to be set free.
"...Fuck, Himeko-" Kafka admired the woman, just simply having to stop for a moment to appriciate the sight before her-
"Take it all the way off." Himeko demanded, not exactly in the mood for pleasantries as she kicked her heels away, watching as Kafka's height became much more similar to her own.
"...Mmh." Kafka made a little grunt, slipping her hands beneath the folds of the white fabric- it was lined with a red, shiny satin- it slid down Himeko's frame like that's what it was designed to do, the Stellaron Hunter's hands gliding along every inch of skin as she pushed the dress further and further down...
A matching set of cream, floral lace panties revealed itsself to Kafka, which made her stop once again.
"Kafka, I swear, if you don't- ah-!"
Himeko's continued bratty, needy behavior was silenced by a hand, kneading at her right breast through her bra, along with a set of still-glossy lips attacking her neck.
Himeko gasped and moaned, wrapping her arms around Kafka's shoulders... she was pushed back just a tad, until she was ever-so-gently being placed down into her own bed-
"Himeko... please, let me ruin you."
The redhead's eyes shot open- her throat closed up, her mouth dried. She needed this. She needed her. She needed every last inch of her, forever and always, but mostly right goddamn now.
"Yes- please, yes-" she rasped out, absolutely begging.
Kafka's lips curled into a smile once again... her right hand left Himeko's breast, sliding it's way down, until her fingers were slipping below the taller woman's panty line- they grazed over her tamed little bush of well-groomed red pubes, until they pressed against her entrance-
The woman's legs naturally curled, her knees shooting up into the air as best they could, her feet by her sides-
"Fuck..." She cursed for what had to be the billionth time tonight- she felt rediculous. She never cursed, not even under the pressure of the most intense of combat- yet here she was, swearing like a sailor.
Kafka's lips slid down, suckling at Hime's collarbone as her middle and ring fingers slid up and down the woman's lower lips, feeling the way she excreted the sweetest of liquids, begging for them to fill her...
"Mmh... you don't need me to start with just one, do you? After all... I'm so used to seeing you use two..." Kafka whispered that last bit, sending a violent shiver up Himeko's back-
She didn't need to answer. It was a rhetorical question, not needing any sort of response. Slowly, the hunter's two central fingers of her right hand pressed between Hime's sugar walls, sliding in... further, further, until Himeko was taking her up to her knuckles.
Kafka would love to ask how it felt... but she knew. After all, Himeko was writhing beneath her, arching her back up off the plush duvet, throwing her head back, gasping the violet-haired woman's name like she was reciting some sort of holy scripture.
As Kafka found her way down further, using her free, left hand to slip Hime's bra down, she slid her tongue across the woman's nipple, beginning to find a rythem that her beloved candlelight best responded to with her fingers... it wasn't until she curled said fingers up into the roof of Hime's core that the woman cried out-
"Fuck! Kafka, please-!"
Kafka ate up every sound- every word, every whine, every gasp. She was absolutely fucking famished, needing more... more, more, more. Himeko was usually so quiet, just little grunts and soft little moans... and now, here she was, crying and gasping and choking on her own desire as it poured from her throat like a fountain.
Her body absolutely wracked back and forth, silently crying out for Kafka's fingers- the way they curled, the way she pressed her full length of both fingers in each time, the way her middle and ring finger nails were shorter than the rest, showing that this was an intention of hers from the get-go-
She needed the woman- she needed her cruel, mean, sadistic enemy... and by the aeons, she was getting her.
Kafka, at this point, had sat up, pressing the majority of her weight back onto her calves and pointed toes, looking down at her beloved... the way she writhed around and gripped at the sheets, calling out for her.
"That's it... come for me, Hime... come for me, my beloved candlelight. You look so perfect like this... all mine..."
That frustrated Himeko to no end- Kafka was supposed to be a stupidly hot enemy at worst, a good hate-fuck at best- but here she was, spewing nothing but absolute sweetness. Adoration, care... oh, how loving, even as she curled her fingers, abusing the soft, tender, fleshy walls of the woman's pussy.
As if listening to Kafka's command like an obedient little puppy, Himeko lifted her hips up off the bed, her legs absolutely trembling as she coated the evil woman's fingers in the most delectable juices...
As the redhead came down from her much-needed high, her... enemy(?) slowly removed her fingers, lifting them to her lips... she slid her tongue between the two, licking a stripe up the center of her digits, her eyes locked onto her beloved's like her life depended on it. Poor, sweet Himeko was forced to watch, catching her breath, burning that lustful, needy look into the back of her mind, the same way a cruel, sadistic livestock owner would brand their symbol into a cow's hide with an emblazoned metal poker.
"Ka..." Himeko began, gasping for air. "Kafk- mmh-!"
Once again cut off, what a cruel fate... Kafka had slipped down, and hungrily pressing her tongue into Himeko's heat, chasing her orgasmic high.
As she began the process of eating her beloved cinder out as if she were the sweetest nectar, the purple-haired woman reached her left hand up, lacing her fingers with Himeko's right hand- the two held each other like that, a silent agreement of closeness being signed as the two stopped talking. After all, words weren't needed- just hungry, desperate sounds that filled the room, the way cartoon-ish jell-o would... hot, and wet, and viscous...
Eventually, Himeko squeezed Kafka's hand a number of times that she herself was unfamiliar with- she couldn't care to count, what with the room getting all fuzzy, and her body was absolutely destroyed from the inside out.
"Mm?" Kafka stopped, pulling her head back just a tad- the lower portion of her face was delightfully soaked- her lips glistened against the soft, dim light of Himeko's beside lamp, and fuck, she looked perfect, as usual.
"I n... mmh... I need a break- too sensitive."
Kafka listened to her truest of loves, the way her voice trembled. There was a sense of... embarrassment, to Himeko's voice. The hunter had to admit, she felt like a cat that had finally trapped the mouse- such an incredible, delectable feeling.
"Understood..."
Shifting of bedsheets could be heard as Kafka let go of Himeko's hand- which, of course, made the red-headed woman glance up, only to see Kafka beginning to leave her side.
"Kafka." Himeko reached out, grabbing the woman by the wrist.
"...Where are you going?"
Oh, the way Himeko's pathetically needy voice tugged at Kafka's war-torn heartstrings... it was unfair, really. After all, who could say no to such a gorgeous woman?
"...I was going to leave, candlelight. Do you not want me to?" Kafka turned, smiling over her shoulder at Himeko. She expecting nothing more than a sarcastic response, and a cold, off-putting remark. After all, Himeko did hate her... right?
"...You haven't finished yet."
Kafka was stunned. She took a moment to sit in her state of surprise, before letting out a soft little chuckle. She slipped her wrist from Hime's hold, as she began undoing the buckles that held her shorts up, as well as throwing her coat aside.... then her boots, her button-up top... until she was left with just her stockings, thigh garter, panties, and bra- she had a simple, black set of undergarments... fuck, she looked perfect, like a lingerie model on full display.
She approached the bedside, letting Himeko's eyes dissect her like a biology project for just a moment before she crawled back in with her beloved, straddling the woman's chest.
"Darling... do you want to taste me? Please, say yes..."
As the Stellaron Hunter lifted her hands up, caressing the sides of Himeko's face, and ever-so-gently pulling her full, gorgeous, crimson-red locks upwards in careful, brushing motions, she watched for the subtle nod that came from the woman below her.
"Perfect..."
As naturally as breathing came to Himeko, her arms slipped through the gaps under Kafka's thighs, pulling her further up, until the woman's underwear- now with a visible drenched spot in the center -hovered above her face.
Kafka reached down as Hime's arms curled around the purple-haired woman's thighs, holding her close... she slid the bottom of her panties to the side, exposing her glistening wetness to the Express Captain that was splayed below her.
Once again... a moment of just... staring. Adoring, excited staring. The sense of need was palpable in the air- it was something electric, so easily ignited...
"Please me, my beloved..." Kafka whispered as she lowered herself down onto Himeko's lips... it didn't take long to fall into a simple pattern: Kafka would roll her hips, using Hime's lips and tongue as a grinding pad for her needy clit, as she reached down with her left hand, ever-so-sweetly taking a fistful of red hair... She'd arch her back, and moan sweet nothings about her beloved's performance. Lots of "Darling, you're doing so good..."s, "Oh, how I've been wanting this for so long..."s, so on and so forth.
Frankly, the infamous Stellaron Hunter... the woman with an ever-growing bounty, floating around the higher billions by now, couldn't hold herself for long. Soon, she was releasing all of her pent-up love in the form of coming directly onto her beloved's mouth.
The room came to a halt. It smelled like sex and sweat and need, with the only sounds able to be heard being the desperate gasps for breath from both women. Kafka rolled over, flopping herself down beside the redhead.
"...Darling? Are you alright?" Kafka asked after a long, suffocating, lingering lack of words being spoken-
"....Why the fuck are you so sweet with me, Kafka." Himeko spoke between gasp-y breaths, still trying to catch any oxygen that she could.
"Ah, well... that's simple."
Kafka, who's attention has been fixated on the roof above her, turned her head. Her gaze met Himeko's, who had been staring at her the entire time.
She knew the answer. They both did. They'd known since the first ever time they'd exposed themselves to one another, it was so painfully obvious.
"I'm in love with you."