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It took time getting used to life in Babette's brothel, but it has been sustaining you for quite a while. Sex work wasn't a job you preferred, but it paid well and gave you free shelter and food, so you didn't complain too much. You operated with the one exception was that only women could be your clients. Men were never your preference. They were too inconsiderate, too quick, too brash, too violent in ways that scared you. Women, at least, worked you up to that point of tossing you around like a little toy. The type of women you'd bring in often presented as masculine, and somehow it made them so much more attractive that way in more ways men could never do for you. You would at least get to see the curves of their body, hints of a more feminine silhouette underneath their torn clothes, large hands, and their defined muscles. Your clients spoiled you with body jewelry and little trinkets, simple gifts to see you in with nothing else and for you to play and observe during your breaks.
It was an early afternoon, you had your break after having two clients earlier that morning. You chewed on small sugary fruits that would help keep up your energy as you heard your coworkers' gossip. Their gossip was your news, being very quick to spread around and somehow there was new information every couple of hours. This time around, one named Sevika would be visiting later that day. Her name was a feared one on the streets, but yet she was a thrilling one to have in the brothel if the glee and swoons from the other girls were anything to go by. You're pretty sure you have never seen her up close, but the descriptions of her appearance and the added notes of how great she was in bed had to do. By the time she stopped coming by was when you were hired. Since becoming one of Babette's girls, there was never any real need for you to step outside the brothel.
By then it was the early evening, the girls have had dinner and bathing time before the next influx of clients, a time where the brothel truly got busy. You haven't had any clients booked, that you were aware of, so you pulled out a book you had enough coins to spend on and started to read at your desk. Suddenly, you heard the beads of your room clack against each other and the curtains being moved. You turned your head, and you are met to the sight of a gorgeous woman. You sit upright before standing up, trying to focus on her face. She was tall, much taller than you with dark skin and her muscles were simply eye-candy and a testament to how she could throw you around without much effort. Then your eyes caught the sight of metal in place of skin for her left arm. From all the girls have said, this must be Sevika, you thought to yourself with no doubts in your mind. You could see how your coworkers could be thrilled. Your eyes remained on Sevika's grey ones, and so did her's. She stared at you intently, walking up to you. She studied you as her large fingers touched the point of your chin.
"To what I owe the pleasure, ma'am?" You asked shyly, never once breaking eye contact from her. You put on your best doe eyes, looking up at her in an almost innocent way the way that drove your clients crazy. Sevika hissed lowly while she pressed a finger up to your chin, tilting your head slightly so you got to look at her face more. Her touch was electric with how it sent a shiver down your spine.
"Sevika. Depends what you offer," she said with a gruff, a low rumble in her throat. "What do you offer, pretty girl?"
The way she utters the pet name makes your knees weak as you try to muster the courage to give her an answer she likes. It doesn't help that her thumb began tracing your lower lip.
"Whatever you'd like to do to me," you reply coyly. She hums, putting her mechanical hand through your hair. Sevika tugs lightly, not much to be painful but enough for you to yelp.
"You're a new sight, heard the girls here call you songbird," she stated. You feel cold metal now pressing against your hip as her mechanical hand traced your side, playing with the thin material of your dress. "I am to most of the girls," you confirmed, "They call me songbird because I like to sing sometimes."
"Isn't that so," she droned slowly. "Pretty like one, too. Right, pretty bird?"
Her voice is so low it's like a purr, her organic hand now pressing against your face. You shuddered under her touch, and yelped when she picked you up without warning. She brought you to your bed, laying you down. She peeled off your slightly transparent dress, which was the only thing covering your body. She did it so gently as if she had all the time in the world to do so. You're grateful, though, as much as you liked your clients having fun with you, they would often rip apart your decent outfits in their frenzy and you had to wait for replacements by the morning. Sevika's lips grazed yours, pressing a kiss as she mounted herself atop of you. Her mouth left your lips, drawing a sigh from you as she sucked your neck. Sevika found a particular spot that made you moan softly, holding onto her shoulders for support.
"So soft," she cooed, leaving marks on the sides of your neck and the apex of your breasts. Sevika latched her lips to your nipple, sucking diligently. Her teeth caught your nub, pulling oh-so-lightly. You arched your back, releasing wispy moans and breathy sighs that she drank in. She sucked on the neglected nipple before continuing downwards. She left wet kisses along your tummy, groaning when her large hands squeezed your belly rolls. You weren't as slim as the other girls at the brothel, but it was never an insecurity you had. In fact, many of your clients and the girls loved your thick thighs, big waist, pudgy tummy. You look so well-fed and cute, a girl's voice sing-sang in your ear once. Sevika didn't seem to be any different, grabbing at you as if you were the softest thing she has ever felt. "Such a pretty girl," she grunted into your belly, sucking another mark on you. She teased a thick finger against your pussy, pushing it in slightly. You whimpered loudly, attempting to buck your hips onto her finger if it wasn't for her metal hand holding you in place.
"Not yet," she chuckled, sliding the finger out of you. She shifted even lower, looking down at your sex. The way she stared made you bashful, closing your legs. She immediately took your thighs and spread them apart, making you gasp.
"Don't be shy, princess. Let me take care of you," she told you softly, getting down on her elbows. She hooked her hands around your thighs, pulling you much closer to her to the point where you could feel her breathe against your pussy. She slightly pulled your inner lip, watching you clench around nothing at all as you dripped with arousal. Fuck, she hasn't even done much and yet you're already wet. Sevika took notice, watching you squirm from her touch with some type of amusement as a smirk barely made itself visible on her face. "This is all for me?"
She says it like it isn't the most obvious thing in the world. You moan a yes anyway, pathetically trying to toss and turn yourself so that her mouth would be on you already. She chuckled more deeply, pressing her fingers onto your sides. "Thank you, thank you baby," she murmured, pressing a kiss against your inner left thigh and a few hickeys on the right. "You want to me to taste you?"
"Yes please," you whine, face flushed with embarrassment as your hands entangled themselves into Sevika's beautiful black locks of hair. Sevika's eyes softened at that, and decided to stop making you wait. She kitten-licked at your slit at first, keeping at that for a few minutes before delving her tongue deep inside you. Sevika does it nice and easy, the thumb of her metal hand tracing circles into your hip. The other thumb delicately rubbed your clit the way you liked it. Her mouth left your cunt and she mildly sucked on your clit.
"Sevika," you cried out, back lifting off the bed as you tried to gain more of her touch. Sevika didn't stop you all that much, in fact it incentivized to make her keep going. Your orgasm was quickly crept up to you, the both of you knew it. Just as you were about to reach your peak, Sevika left your clit. You trembled wildly for a couple moments, mewling in disappointment at your lack of orgasm before Sevika's hands pressed you down into the mattress.
"Patience, pretty bird," she hushed you, smacking your outer thigh and once again pumping a finger into you. And then another, and a third one. Two fingers made a scissoring motion, then all three did a come hither gesture. You cried, thrashing your head onto the pillow. She slid the fingers out of you, admiring how soaked they were. She expectantly brought the soaked finger to your lips, so you sucked dutifully. She returned to being between your legs, giving you no time at all to recover. Her nose nuzzled against your clit as she licked and tasted you, doing you no favors for you as lewd sounds left your mouth. Her fingers dug into your supple thighs, threatening to draw blood at any moment.
"Fuck!" You stuttered out, legs wrapping around Sevika's head in case she decided to back away from you again. Sevika did not fight back at that, and you could hear her moan against your core as if you were the finest meal she has tasted in her life. The vibration of her mouth against your pussy only turned you on further. Your hands held onto her hair on tightly, insistently moving your hips against her. Sevika pulled off of you once more, but you weren't upset for long. She kissed your cunt and laid down onto the bed, taking your hips so that your pussy hovered just above her face. You flushed deeply, feeling a lot more self-conscious with this position. Before you could address your concerns to her, Sevika pulled you down and resumed her prior administrations. You whined her name repeatedly, holding onto the headboard of the bed frame. Sevika's hands dug into your ass, encouraging you to move your hips back and forth. You could particularly feel your clit riding against her nose, it made you want more.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimpered, feeling a familiar knot in your belly.
"That's it, ride my face, pretty girl," you could hear her voice muffled underneath you, her fingers now harshly digging into your hips. "Come for me, baby."
And oh fuck, how could you resist doing what she says when her voice drops like that and while she's lavishly attentive to your cunt? Something in you snapped, head thrown back as you cried out, orgasming on Sevika. She groaned, helping you move your hips to ride out your climax as she drank up your essence. Tears threatened to leave your eyes as your vision blurred, your senses only coming back to you when Sevika kissed your cunt again and pulled you off her and laid your body onto her's. Her mechanical hand sprawled on your back, she kissed your forehead and into your messy hair.
"You did such a good job, princess," she whispered, kissing your tears away. "Look at you, even when you're crying you're so fucking pretty."
You managed to calm your own breathing, hands resting flatly on her chest. You brought your face close to her's, wondering if you should kiss her. Sevika gives a semblence of a smile, making the decision for you. You could taste yourself on her lips, sighing with a shaky breath as she continued to sing your praises. The hand on your back traced any indents it could find, going along your spine to the dimples just above your rear. Even with women, having fantastic, earth-shattering orgasms were a rare occasion, but it was special to you regardless. Sevika definitely proved that she had experience, even though you had to assume this was her first time visiting Babette's brothel in a while. The girls always talked about how Sevika had so much vigor, yet not much on how.. soft she was after sex. She brushed stray strands from your face, offering small comfort by rubbing the bruising on your hips and the hickeys throughout your body.
"Feeling better, sweetheart?" She drawled, running your hands along your body. You nodded, looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes. Sevika smiled devilishly, and something within you told you that your night was not going to end.
"Good, because I'm not done with you just yet, baby." She rolled over, turning you over onto your back. You watched her curiously, seeing her take off her tank top - a wife pleaser, your coworkers called it while they would giggle to themselves. Your eyes unashamedly went down to her breasts and back up to her eyes. Sevika noticed, huffing with amusement. "Close your eyes, songbird."
You quirked a brow, but decided not to question her. Your eyes closed, and you felt ruffling, seemingly of clothes or something, above you. You waited patiently, and then you felt the 'plap' of something big against your belly.
"Open," she commanded. You're met with the sight of a purplish-black strap-on that slick with lube Sevika was rubbing onto it. It was larger than the ones you had stored in your room, but in place of veins you could see the distinct shine of shimmer. Your eyes widened, your words failing you upon the thing that rested on your stomach that was supposed to be inside you. Your pussy throbbed at the sight, either in arousal at the sheer thought of Sevika fucking you with it or fear at the sheer thought that it wouldn't fit. Or both.
"Sevika," you whispered weakly. Sevika took your thighs, letting them sit on each of her side as she pressed her body weight onto you. "You're a good girl, you can take it," she purred in your ear, almost dangerously so. A feeble sound left you when she uttered that, and more followed as the dildo teased against your entrance. "Tell me if it's too much, then I'll stop, okay?"
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as she slowly but surely entered you. Your arms wrapped around her shoulders, legs locking her hips in place. You gasped as the cock carefully stretched you thoroughly out of pleasurable pain, all the while Sevika murmured all sorts of sweet, dirty things in your ear. At last, Sevika pushed just about most of the cock within you, save for a couple inches before the base of the harness. You weren't typically worked this much, especially since clients liked to use smaller dildos or not fuck you themselves, just wanting to observe you fuck yourself at your own pace. You breathed heavily, craning your neck so that you could nuzzle your nose into her right shoulder. Sevika's mechanical hand patted your thigh, "I got you, baby, don't worry," she continued to coo. "I'll fuck you nice and slow if you're ready."
She kissed your neck, giving you time to adjust to the size. You took these moments to better drink in Sevika, from admiring the muscles on her back and arm, her ass, her round nose, gray eyes you heard were often filled with fury yet held much content and fatigue now, and her tooth gap. Something about how much of her bodyweight was pressed onto you made everything all the more intimate, quite dangerous for a profession such as your's. She sees you staring, and her brow arched, clearly questioning you why you stared. You smiled softly, "Nothing.. You're just very beautiful."
"I can say the same about you," she lets the compliment brush off, though you swear her face felt hot against your skin. You tap her hip with your foot, letting her know you're ready. She grins against you, bottoming out to steadily thrust back into you. A sigh leaves you, almost pained in a way that concerned Sevika. "Keep going," you breathed, legs pressing against her back to let her maintain a leisurely rhythm. She's not as urgent like she was when fucking you with her mouth, instead taking her sweet time with you. You released a choked moan, the sting slowly becoming replaced with pleasure the more Sevika worked herself into you. She found a deep spot within you, your nails clawing at her back. "Right there," you mewled, biting into her shoulder to stop yourself from babbling nonsense. Sevika groaned gutturally, fighting back the animalistic urge to fuck you senseless. She stops from enacting any of her impulses, only indulging it a little by ever-so-slightly quickening her pace.
"Fuck," she grunted, pressing her forehead against yours. "Taking me so well, pretty girl. Crying from how good it feels?"
"Yes," you sobbed, "Don't stop, please. Keep going, just like this, fuck, please!"
She growled like a rabid animal, taking great pleasures in your moans and tears. The mattress creaked from the amount of movement, accompanied by the sounds of you and Sevika and the slapping of Sevika's hips meeting your thighs. Sevika's organic hand rested beneath your head instead of the pillow, cradling you and making sure you wouldn't have pain in your neck from the way she held you.
"Let me ravish you, baby," she uttered, almost like begging you than an intimidating command that either way, went straight to your pussy that was already being used up. "I'll ravish you and I'll take care of you the whole night, pretty girl."
"Please," you pleaded. Sevika's lips met yours for what feels like the hundredth time that night, but you weren't about to complain for a second now that this stunning woman was fucking you. Her pace got quick and rougher, but a little sloppy. The bedframe slightly shifted with the bed, tapping against the wall. You clenched around the cock tightly, whimpering and moaning at how fast she was thrusting into you. You began to see stars, your orgasm coming (pun intended) much sooner than you expected to. "Oh fuck, Sevika!"
"Go ahead, baby," she moaned, slamming into that deep, sensitive spot within you over and over and over again. "Come just for me, princess."
With couple more thrusts into you, you mewled as your orgasm overtook you. A scream couldn't even escape your mouth as your body trembled strongly underneath Sevika's body, still pounding into your pussy with slower and slower vigor. Your nails scratched down along Sevika's shoulder blades, barely making her hiss. Tears streamed down your face, your heart almost feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. Sevika continuously murmured "good girl" before her thrusts ended with her pulling the cock out of you entirely. As she left between your thighs, your legs shook wildly, the aftermath of your orgasm still being felt. She unfastened the harness, bringing you into her arms.
"Thank you for letting me use your pretty pussy, princess," she rasped, reveling at how dazed you were. You could barely utter a word or move your legs, preferring to snuggle against her bare chest. She rubbed feeling back into your legs with your mechanical hand, slightly applying pressure as she whispered sweet nothings to you. She paused to part your thighs, if only just to adore the way small amounts of shimmer were leaking out of your cunt. Knowing how sensitive you were, she closed your thighs and resumed rubbing your legs.
"Might just have to visit you again," she suggested, shifting so that your head would use her organic arm has a makeshift pillow. You giggle softly, looking up at her as if she was the most beautiful dream a woman could ask for. "Oh, yes please."
Sevika kissed your lips, deciding to let take some time to rest. With sex out of your systems, it was easy to engage in simple conversation with her. Not anything serious about Zaun or Piltover or anything else of the sort, just.. about the little things you two liked. This, and well, she fucked the energy out of you so this was as much talking she can get from you now. It was hard to be in her arms and next to her very warm body and not get comfortably sleepy. Your time tonight would mean Sevika would have to leave you soon, but you were excited at the prospects of her visiting your room again. That's an issue for another day, so you yielded into letting sleep overtake you in Sevika's large, warm embrace.