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“You’ve been slacking.”
With a grunt, Mira slaps the end of Celine’s staff away and sits up. “Go fuck yourself.”
Celine just steps back, watching closely as Mira climbs to her feet again. Despite the fact that the younger woman is fully grown now, Celine can’t help teasing her the way she did years ago. Mira has always hated authority, and Celine has always been authority.
“Again?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or do you need a break?”
“Fuck off.” Hair sticks to Mira’s sweaty forehead, and she pushes it upward furiously. “Again.”
She takes her stance, staff in both hands and aimed at Celine. Mira is strong, and she’s fast, and she’s not going to let some old lady keep knocking her down. When Celine just shrugs, like she has all the time in the world, Mira grits her teeth. She will not let an old lady beat her.
They circle each other slowly, eyes locked. Mira visited the training compound on a whim. It’s been a few years since they sealed the Honmoon, and demons are few and far between, but Celine still encourages the hunters to keep up with their training. The new Honmoon is an unknown, which means they don’t know how long it will stay strong.
The girls have only kind of listened to their mentor. Rumi visits once a month for training, and Zoey makes Celine go to the gym with her when she’s in Seoul, but Mira doesn’t bother with any semblance of listening to Celine. Instead, she focuses on dancing, her own workout regiments, and the occasional MMA class. She trusts herself to know when she’s slacking. Besides, no demons for almost three years? Why bother with formal training anymore?
On Celine’s last visit to the penthouse, she watched Mira drop (and fail to catch) a glass. It shattered on the floor between them all, embarrassingly loud in the quiet apartment. Celine had simply lifted an eyebrow and smirked, but Mira heard the admonishment loud and clear.
So, here she was, spending her precious free time in the training studio with Celine. It’s the same training studio where Mira grew up and where Celine has always managed to send her tumbling to the ground. Not today, though. Today, Mira is going to win.
Celine lazily spins the staff in her hand, acting for all the world like Mira isn’t a threat. She can’t help it. The way Mira’s hands tighten around her own staff at the casual dismissal, the way her jaw clenches, the way her hackles raise - It all makes Celine want to keep pushing. She wants to see how far she can go before Mira snaps.
The younger woman lunges suddenly, thrusting with her staff. Celine finishes a spin of her staff with a twist that pops the weapon clean out of Mira’s hand. She clicks her tongue.
“Sloppy. You’re letting your anger get the better of you.”
“Well, stop making me angry!”
They stare at each other for a moment before Mira huffs and goes to retrieve her staff. It’s embarrassing to be so affected by Celine. Zoey is the one with a lifelong crush, not Mira. She’s supposed to be immune to Celine’s calm demeanor and the promise of danger that hums through her body.
“Why did you come all the way out here,” Celine asks with a tilt of her head, “if you’re not going to take this seriously?”
The question makes Mira growl, and she doesn’t bother answering. She’s regretting the visit now. There are plenty of other trainers she could work with. They’d even be closer to her home.
“Just get ready,” she mumbles, taking her stance. “Again.”
This time, Celine stands still. Only her eyes follow Mira’s quiet circling. The younger woman stalks around her like a predator assessing prey. Celine knows she’s not prey, but she still feels a shiver run through her at the focus in Mira’s gaze.
Mira lunges for her suddenly, sweeping for Celine’s feet. The older hunter nimbly avoids the weapon with a one-handed cartwheel, but before she can get her footing again, Mira’s staff swings upward. Celine’s cartwheel puts her face dangerously close to the end of Mira’s staff.
She ducks under it, getting inside Mira’s arms, and slams her shoulder into the younger woman’s chest. It sends Mira stumbling backward, like she expected, but Mira’s doesn’t release the staff, so her arms pull Celine with her. It knocks them both off balance and they hit the floor with twin grunts.
Celine drops her weapon and twists to press Mira into the ground with her back. She manages to get her hands on Mira’s staff as the younger woman struggles between her, forcing her hands further apart. Bending in half, Celine kicks the staff as hard as she can. It shoots from their hands, clattering across the floor.
“Get off me!” Mira growls, wrapping her arms around Celine and throwing her to the side. A strong foot stops the move and pushes Celine back against her again. “Ugh!”
Chuckling, Celine stays exactly where she is. “Not strong enough to move me yourself?”
Mira’s blood boils at the insult, and her determination to win grows even stronger. “Big words for a weak, old lady!”
Using her grip around Celine’s middle, Mira rolls to the side Celine isn’t bracing. The move surprises her, and Mira manages to pin her onto her stomach. Celine’s body is firm, but lean. Her muscle is built from years of dancing and training, and Mira can feel the way it ripples under her.
Mira is barely shorter than her mentor, but in the cage of her arms, Celine feels small. The other woman is dressed for exercise, spandex shorts and a loose tank top. It’s not much coverage. Her back presses up into Mira’s chest, her thighs spread to accommodate Mira’s hips, and her head drops forward, giving Mira a glance at the long line of her neck. She only has a second to register everything before Celine bucks up, throwing Mira to the side, and freeing herself.
Weapons are forgotten now, as the two women pant at each other from their crouched positions on the mats. Celine quickly ties her hair up, and Mira does the same, fixing her ponytail. The atmosphere in the room has changed, suddenly tense where it was playful.
Celine isn’t immune to their closeness either. For a moment, when Mira was pressed tight to her back, she felt herself weaken. She had to take a deep breath at the way Mira’s breasts pressed against her, the way the younger woman’s hips pushed against her ass, the way Mira’s panting sounded in her ear. It’s been a long time since Celine has let anyone that close, and Mira is practically naked in her sports bra and shorts. So much of their bare skin touched.
Neither woman is particularly interested in ending their game, despite their uncertainty. Mira won’t leave on a loss, and Celine likes the way Mira always tries to win. So, they stare at each other, coiled and ready to spring.
It’s Celine who moves first, pushing off the mat to grapple Mira’s waist. A long leg wraps around her neck, and Celine finds herself trapped on her side. She twists, grabs, feels the sweat on Mira’s skin, and manages to get free.
Mira doesn’t let her get far, using her long limbs to her advantage. They tussle, wrestle, push, and press. Every touch of Celine’s skin warms her own, every dig of strong fingers, makes her more aware of the proximity.
After what feels like an eternity, Celine comes out on top. She grips Mira’s hair and presses her cheek to the mat while the rest of her body leaves Mira with no room to move. They’re flush against each other now, Celine’s knees spreading Mira’s until she’s well and truly trapped between the mat and Celine’s hard body.
“Who’s weak now?” Celine gloats, her mouth brushing Mira’s ear. “I may have taught you everything you know, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“Fuck you,” Mira mutters. Her voice is awkward and tight, but her point gets across. Her hands tighten into fists, and she slams them into the mat. “Let me up!”
Celine just clicks her tongue, shaking her head in disappointment. “I thought I taught you to be a good loser. Maybe you need another lesson in sportsmanship.”
Lifting her hips as much as she can, Mira presses her ass into Celine. “You’re the one gloating. You like being on top or something?”
The words and the motion make Celine dizzy, and she tightens her grip in Mira’s hair. “Don’t push me, Mira. You can’t even take me in a fight. You think you can take me in bed?”
“Oh, please,” Mira scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You’d break a hip before you broke me.”
Mira presses her ass up again. She can feel the way Celine’s hips reflexively push back against hers before lifting slightly. It’s not like Mira has never thought about Celine like this before. She and Zoey have spent many hours over the years talking about how hot Celine is, trying to guess what she’d be like to fuck.
Mira just didn’t expect this to happen when she came to train today. Now that Celine’s firm, warm body lays over hers, Mira knows she’s not leaving until her former mentor begs for mercy. With a snort, Mira squirms against the mat.
“Where’s that confidence now?”
“You’re pushing your luck,” Celine mutters. Her free hand moves to Mira’s lower back as she lifts herself, and she’s grateful Mira can’t see the flush on her face. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Mira groans as her back arches painful where Celine’s weight rests on her hand. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” she asks, twisting her head as much as she can against Celine’s tight grip as she tries to look up at the older woman. “I don’t think you have the stamina or confidence to fuck me.”
Growling, Celine clenches her eyes shut, jaw tightening. It feels wrong to think about Mira that way, but… It’s been nearly 10 years since Huntr/x debuted. Mira is a grown woman now, and Celine isn’t her mentor anymore. She struggles to make a decision as her body warms, heat pooling low in her stomach.
Her hips slide forward, moving against Mira’s spandex clad ass. A soft gasp escapes the trapped woman, and Celine feels the Honmoon hum through them both. It makes them both shiver with anticipation.
“You’re going to regret this,” Celine groans, head falling forward. She moves against Mira again, fingers twitching in her hair. “I’m going to regret this.”
“Jesus, we don’t have to do it, if you’re gonna be a baby about it.”
The insult finally makes Celine’s patience snap. She lifts her hand from Mira’s back to gather the Honmoon until a thin dagger forms. Quickly and efficiently, she slices Mira’s clothing before letting the dagger dissipate. It only takes her a moment to pull shorts, underwear, and sports bra from under the younger woman and throw it to the side.
Mira grits her teeth. “Those were expensive.”
“Buy new ones.”
Keeping her hand in Mira’s hair, Celine lifts her hips and tugs her own shorts and underwear down as much as she can before kicking them completely off. She immediately presses her hips back against Mira’s ass, and they both groan. The skin to skin contact makes Celine weaken more, any reasons not to do this disappearing from her mind.
“Can’t believe you’re gonna fuck me on these dirty mats,” Mira manages through gritted teeth. Her blush gives away her excitement. “I’m worried for your knees.”
Celine yanks Mira’s head up by the fist in her hair, making the young woman gasp in pain. Mira has to scramble to get her hands under her before all her weight is put on her loosening ponytail. Her knees slide apart as she shifts her weight back, and then she’s practically sitting in Celine’s lap, arms fully extended.
Warm breath brushes against her ear, Celine leaning forward and wrapping her arm around Mira’s waist. “Don’t worry about me, Mira.” Her hand slides up over Mira’s sweat-soaked skin to cup her breast. “I’ll be just fine.”
Her lips trail down Mira’s neck as she teases a hard nipple with her fingertips. Mira shivers again, even as she does her best to keep her face blank. She’s not going to let Celine get in her head. That might get harder once Celine is inside other parts of her.
Celine nips at Mira’s shoulder, the taste of salt and sweat making her mouth water. She can’t take her time right now. Abandoning Mira’s breast, Celine drops her hand between Mira’s legs and laughs when she finds her wet.
“You’re trying so hard to look unaffected,” Celine practically purrs, dragging her lips up Mira’s neck until she can tug on her ear with her teeth. “I can feel how much you want this.” Her fingers draw lazy circles over Mira’s clit. “All that bravado and you’re still going to end up begging for it.”
“Fuck. You.”
Taking both her hands away, Celine shoves Mira back down onto the mat, leaning over her. She grabs Mira’s hip with one hand and her thigh with the other, maneuvering her until she’s in a good position to be fucked into the training mat. Mira only resists so Celine knows she’s not entirely submissive.
It doesn’t matter what Mira does. Celine has her trapped again, caged in by her chest and her strong arms. For a moment, Mira wonders what the older woman is going to do. Even if Celine controls the situation, Mira is going to feel good. Celine might enjoy fucking her, but Mira’s smug about the fact that she’s going to come first.
Celine’s not oblivious to the smirk on Mira’s face. She knows what the younger woman is thinking. She wasn’t lying about having tricks up her sleeve, though. The girls may be able to pull weapons from the Honmoon, but she highly doubts they’ve figured out its more creative uses.
“Hands behind your back,” Celine instructs, gripping Mira’s hips. “Clasped.”
Mira raises her eyebrows and looks over her shoulder. “Seriously? You’re not even going to tie me up for real?”
“Hands. Now.”
“Ugh. Whatever.”
Shifting her weight onto her chest, Mira clasps her hands behind her back. Celine lifts just enough to give Mira room, smiling as the girl obeys. She sets her hand on top of Mira and calls the Honmoon to her.
Warm, soft light wraps around Mira’s wrists, the threads looping gently. Mira’s eyes widen as she feels the familiar warmth of the Honmoon brushing over her skin. Before she can react, Celine snaps her fingers and the strings tighten. They’re almost painful, but the soft hum of the Honmoon soothes the ache.
“What the fuck?” Mira gasps, tugging at her wrists. “How- What the fuck?”
“Language,” Celine teases playfully. She runs her hands down Mira’s arms and marvels at the firm muscle. “Like I said - I taught you everything you know.”
Mira keeps pulling against the ties. The action only pushes her back against Celine’s hips, and the older woman falls forward. Hands spreading, Mira feels the quiver of Celine’s stomach against her palms and grins.
Celine has been talking a big game, but she’s panting already, hips moving against Mira’s ass helplessly. If Mira could touch her, she’d guess Celine is just as wet as she is. She decides to bide her time, and let Celine think she’s won.
“What now?” Mira purrs, wiggling her hips. “Any other tricks I should know about?”
Nipping at Mira’s shoulder, Celine grips the younger woman’s waist, fingertips digging into firm muscle. “You have no idea.” She trails a hand around Mira’s hip, dipping between her legs again. “But I need to make sure you’re ready first.”
Slowly, she teases Mira, fingers sliding through her arousal. She’s barely touching, barely brushing, but Mira’s breath hitches. The dancer tries to move her hips and get more friction, but she’s trapped against the mat now and can only squirm.
“Bitch,” Mira curses, drawing a laugh from the woman above her. “Such a pain in my ass.”
“Good idea.” Shifting to the side, Celine uses her free hand to grab Mira’s ass. She digs her nails in until Mira hisses, then laughs. “You’re going to feel me every time you sit down.”
Celine uses her grip to force Mira down further, making the girl rut against her fingers. She doesn’t mind that the angle hurts her wrist or that her knees really are starting to hurt. She wants to feel this later, too.
Pulling her hands away, Celine shifts back, sitting on her heels. “Stay,” she orders, using the same authoritative voice she’s spent years training Mira to obey.
Mira nods despite herself. She can’t deny the way she clenches at the instruction, the way heat pools low in her stomach. She’s at Celine’s mercy, but she only barely cares anymore.
Celine touches herself now, shivering at the feeling of her calloused fingertips over her clit. She’s so wet, so eager for more, and she decides to stop teasing. With a wave of her hand, the Honmoon gathers between her legs.
She groans loudly as the strands weave together, pressing their humming warmth over her. A small dick forms, just the start of something wonderful. Celine takes a moment to breathe. She doesn’t touch it yet, knowing how sensitive it is and how weak she is.
Mira tries to look over her shoulder as the Honmoon ripples around her, but her movement is limited. All her weight is on her chest, her hands bound behind her and her knees spread wide. Celine’s groan makes her shiver.
“What is that? What are you doing?”
“Hush.”
Celine leans over her again, pushing her hand into Mira’s hair. The already loose ponytails loosens further, and Celine grips Mira’s roots tightly. A tug makes Mira hiss again.
Strong, dextrous fingers tease at Mira’s entrance before sliding inside. Mira moans loudly as two fingers fill her. She wants more, but this will do for now. She squirms and presses back, desperate for some relief.
“Pathetic,” Celine chuckles, the sound stuttering when Mira clenches around her. “You’re always so impatient.”
“And you’re always so slow.” Mira’s knees slip further apart, but she still tries her best to move on Celine’s fingers. “I’m getting bored!”
Composure cracking, Celine pulls her fingers fully out and slaps Mira’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. It makes her hand sting, and she has to shake it out. Below her, Mira moans and melts against the mat. She can’t help her reaction to the pain, to the deep sting.
“Fuck.” The sound rumbles through her. She curses again when Celine yanks on her hair. “Fuck, Celine. That’s so good.”
“I should have known.” Celine lines herself up with Mira’s entrance, trembling with anticipation. “You’ve always been a glutton for punishment.”
She thrusts into Mira without warning. The Honmoon has never needed lube, always pliable and soft and kind. Mira starts to moan, but freezes when Celine’s hips meet hers. Scowling, her hands tighten into fists.
“You make a magic dick and it’s small?” she sneers over her shoulder. The hand tightens in her hair, and Mira scoffs. “Jesus, Celine. I’m disapp- Fuck.”
The Honmoon shifts inside her, growing and stretching. Celine pants as it shifts, grabbing Mira’s hip to keep her from moving as it adjusts. She learned a long time ago that the Honmoon loves pleasing its Hunters, and it’ll take whatever form they need.
A whimper escapes the dancer as she’s filled perfectly and deeply. The Honmoon must know what she really wants, the desires she keeps to herself, because it only settles when she’s aching. She’s never felt this burn before, this stretch, but it’s mindnumbingly perfect.
“So greedy,” Celine chokes out, knuckles white as she holds Mira’s hip. “Of course you like it big. Why am I surprised?”
She shifts, and a moan bursts from her. Mira isn’t the only one experiencing something new. Celine is familiar with the Honmoon like this, but she wasn’t usually on this side of it. When she was, her girls didn’t need this much. It’s like Celine is all the way inside Mira, like she’s drowning in an endlessly deep lake.
Mira clenches, making Celine groan, and freezes. “You feel it, too?”
Celine nods before managing a weak, “Yes.”
“Holy shit. Does it- Do I feel good?”
“Yes.”
Carefully, Celine pulls her hips back until just the tip is inside Mira, and then eases herself back inside. Both women tremble together, Celine falling forward to press against Mira’s back. Suddenly, her bra feels too tight, and she strips it off. Her breasts press into Mira’s back and they both groan.
“I love the Honmoon,” Mira says through clenched teeth. “I love it so much.”
Celine agrees with her, starting a slow, shallow rhythm. Whatever anger they had disappears as Celine pushes into Mira again and again. She wraps her arms around the dancer’s waist, forehead resting between her shoulder blades.
Pressed together, the two women shudder and pant and whine. The weight of the other woman on top of her makes it hard for Mira to breathe, but that only turns her on even more. She pushes her hips back to meet each of Celine’s shallow thrusts.
Celine isn’t doing much better. She moans and gasps against Mira’s sweating skin, clutching the other woman as she thrusts weakly. For all her bravado, she’s rarely the one responsible for keeping things moving. Her stomach quivers as pleasure as she struggles to keep going, mind fogging with need.
“So tight,” she mumbles, barely coherent. “Feels so good.”
The waver in her voice makes Mira’s eyes flutter open. She sounds… A quiet whimper against her back makes Mira shiver. Celine’s hands clutch her waist for support as she moves, losing her rhythm for a beat before finding it again.
“Get off,” Mira snaps, pushing at Celine’s stomach with her hands. “Get off me!”
The order cuts through the fog in Celine’s mind, and she gasps. “What?” She scrambles off Mira, sliding out of her with a whine. “Shit! Did I hurt you?”
Mira calls on Honmoon, wiggling her fingers until her bindings disappear. As soon as she’s free, she pounces on Celine, shoving her onto her back. She straddles her former mentor, reaching back to wrap a cool, confident hand around her dick. A low, pathetic whine escapes the older woman.
“You talk a big game,” Mira murmurs, leaning forward to meet Celine’s dark eyes, “but you crumbled so quickly. One taste of young pussy, and you’re whining like a little bitch.” She laughs, low and thick, when Celine clenches her jaw. “What? Can’t handle a little playful teasing?”
Licking her lips, Celine opens her mouth to reply, but Mira strokes her quickly, knocking the wind out of her. Celine clutches her wrist, trying to hold her in place, and fists her hand around Mira’s drooping ponytail. She has to work to suck in enough air to speak.
“You’re so smug, but don’t act like you’re so much better. You have no idea what it feels like.”
“You’re right…”
Mira squeezes Celine, pulling upward on the solid light of the Honmoon. The move makes Celine’s vision turn white and her back arch upward. It’s a delicious pressure, one she’s sure wouldn’t feel good if it were actually attached, but even that is too much thought for her right now. Her heels slide against the mat, breath coming hard and fast.
Laughing with delight, Mira releases her, watching as Celine practically melts. “Now who’s pathetic?”
She calls on the Honmoon to dissolve the shaft between Celine’s legs, snorting when the older woman whimpers. Mira’s eyes draw down in concentration as she focuses on her own body. Slowly, the strings of the Honmoon gather between her legs. They rub against her, making her moan, before pulling together to form a thick, hard dick made of light.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles, dragging a finger along her length. “That’s… Wow.”
Celine watches with wide eyes as Mira carefully strokes herself. She feels sweat gather in her collarbones and at the small of her back at the sight of the normally cool woman flush a deep red. For a moment, Mira seems to forget about her entirely, lost in the feeling of her hand.
Celine takes the opportunity to look over Mira’s naked body. The younger woman is lean and long, muscle visible along her stomach. She clearly exercises, even if she doesn’t train to fight anymore, and the older woman swallows hard. Small, full breasts would be the perfect handful, and Celine’s mouth waters again.
Stroking quickly, Mira’s eyes finally flick back to Celine’s face. She notices the desire in her eyes, the way her throat works as she swallows, and groans. It’s intoxicating to see her stoic mentor stare up at her with unhidden lust.
“Okay,” Mira huffs, shifting to kneel between Celine’s legs. “You don’t deserve it, but I’ll give it to you.”
“Deserve?” Celine repeats incredulously. She grimaces as Mira grips her thighs and spreads her legs. “This is so undignified.”
Laughing, Mira leans over her, using her body to push her legs to her chest. “Undignified? I think we’re past that.”
“Shut up. Just- Just do it.”
Mira presses a hand to the mat beside Celine’s head, resting her weight on it, and smirks down at the older woman. “Do what?” she teases. She drags her fingers between Celine’s leg, smirk widening into a smug grin when she feels how wet she is. “Fuck, Celine… Maybe it is undignified… You’re so wet for me.”
Gritting her teeth, Celine turns her head away, refusing to look at the younger woman. “Shut. Up.”
If she could think clearly, Celine would roll her eyes at the irony. She sounds just like Mira did now, refusing to give up control. She really did teach Mira everything she knows.
“Ask nicely,” Mira snaps as she pushes her fingers against Celine’s clit. They slide through her arousal, and the movement earns her a low moan. “I want to fuck you, but I won’t if you’re gonna be a bitch about it.”
Glaring into space, Celine ignores the order. She’s not listening to someone whose first bra she bought. Instead, her hands fly to Mira’s breasts, squeezing hard until she gets the groan she wants. Mira’s smug smile falters, and Celine feels the power slide back in her favor.
She wraps her legs around Mira’s waist and tugs her down. The move traps Mira’s dick between them, and the younger woman bucks her hips involuntarily against Celine’s firm stomach. Now, it’s Celine’s turn to chuckle.
“Having a dick doesn’t make you a top,” Celine practically purrs as Mira’s hand disappears from between her legs so she can brace herself. “Neither does foul language.”
Mira crashes their lips together, mouth insistent and demanding. Hips rutting up against Mira, Celine moans loudly and lets herself enjoy the kiss. Mira kisses like she fights, hard and wild and over-confident.
Shuddering, Mira’s fingertips dig into the mat under them as Celine scratches at her chest. It’s painful, even with Celine’s short nails, but it lights a fire low in Mira’s stomach. She meets Celine’s ruts with short thrusts, dick sliding easily over Celine’s stomach. Mira starts to sweat.
“What if I come like this?” Mira asks before nipping at Celine’s lower lip. “All over your stomach without even touching you?” She lowers herself onto her elbows to push her hips harder against Celine’s. “What if I give you nothing?”
Celine sucks Mira’s tongue into her mouth with a low chuckle. “Selfish as ever,” she mumbles with her mouth full.
Growling, Mira adjusts again to shove two fingers into her former mentor. She laughs as Celine cries out in surprise, her hands jumping to Mira’s face. Mira just kisses her again, taking advantage of Celine’s open mouth.
She curls her fingers and swallows the resulting moan. She can feel Celine trembling under her, and it only encourages her more. Mira moves her hips, fucking the older woman’s stomach as she thrusts her fingers into her again and again. Desperate sounds fall from Celine’s lips, and Mira drinks each one down.
After a moment, Mira breaks the kiss, sitting back to look at her fingers. Celine’s hands drop to the mat, leaving her open and exposed. She stares up at Mira with dazed, hazy eyes, chest heaving as she tries to breathe.
“You look good like this,” Mira pants, using her free hand to keep one of Celine’s legs pressed to her chest. “Taking me so well already.”
Celine flushes, looking away again, but she can’t deny the warmth spreading through her body. Mira looks good, too, looming above her with pink cheeks and light scratches on her breasts from Celine’s nails. Celine can’t deny how much she’s enjoying this. Silently, at least.
“I wonder how big the Honmoon will make it for you,” Mira continues with a grin, “or maybe the big, bad former hunter doesn’t like it big. Maybe you can’t take as much as I can.”
“It’s not about size!” Celine pushes her hands into the mat, sitting up enough to glare at Mira face to face. She tries to ignore the way Mira’s dick still weighs heavily on her stomach and the way long, slim fingers hit deep inside her. “I wouldn’t expect someone as inexperienced as you to know that, though.”
“Inex-” Teeth bared, Mira leans forward, her nose almost touching Celine’s. “Ask Rumi how-”
“Don’t you dare.”
This time, Celine is the one crashing their lips together, her hairs once again pushing into sweaty, tangled hair. She falls backward, bringing Mira with her, and their teeth bang together as they hit the ground. Mira digs her nails into Celine’s waist, hips thrusting hard between their stomachs.
She’s never felt like this before, crazy and overeager and dizzy with need. It’s something about the way Celine whimpers into her mouth, the way she spreads her legs without thinking, the way she tugs at Mira’s hair even as she tries to pull her closer. Making Celine so desperate makes Mira feel powerful, but she feels desperate, too.
“Okay,” Mira groans, pulling Celine’s hands from her hair. “Okay, I’ll fuck you.”
Celine laughs weakly at the concession and blinks up at the younger woman. “Another win for me.” This time, she pulls her knees to her chest herself, reaching out for Mira’s waist. “It feels good, I promise.”
Rolling her eyes, Mira can’t help blushing as she brushes her tip over Celine’s entrance. “Obviously,” she mutters, even as she hesitates. Her eyes flick to Celine’s face. When her mentor nods encouragingly, she slowly pushes forward.
A low, rumbling moan escapes Celine as Mira slides into her. This feels more intimate than before, when she was the one on top. Now Mira, the woman Celine has known for more than a decade, is filling her with more care than she probably deserves. Celine can only cling to her, help guide her closer.
“Celine…” Mira’s eyes widen as their hips touch and she’s fully inside her former mentor. “Holy shit. You feel…”
Blushing, Celine wraps her legs around Mira, keeping her still while she adjusts. “How do I feel, Mira?”
Mira falls forward onto her elbows. “So good,” she moans loudly as she presses close. All sense of fight has left her, and now she can only shiver as she feels the Honmoon adjusting to Celine’s preference. “Fuck,” she groans, pushing her face into Celine’s neck. “You’re so tight.”
The comment makes her blush deepen, and Celine feels her heart pound in her chest. She wants to make Mira feel good. She wants her to use her body. There’s so much she needs to make up for, and maybe this is one way she can do it.
“Can I move?” Mira asks, voice shaking. She brushes Celine’s jaw with her nose. “Are you alright?”
Nodding, Celine loosens her legs, giving Mira some room. She slowly relaxes her grip, too, and moves her hands back to Mira’s breasts. The only thing she can do is blink up at the younger woman and take in the way she’s shivering and flushed.
Mira returns the nod, head dipping to kiss Celine softly. They breathe together as Mira carefully pulls her hips back to slide out and back in, again and again and again. It’s tortuously slow and barely enough to satisfy. Celine whines into Mira’s mouth, arching against her.
“More,” Celine demands breathlessly. “I won’t break.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt those fragile hips of yours.”
Chuckling, Celine squeezes Mira’s breasts and pulls a low moan from her. “Cheeky. Always, cheeky.”
Mira returns the laugh before sucking Celine’s bottom lip hard enough to bruise. She picks up speed, hips hitting hard against Celine’s with each confident thrust. Pleasure ripples through her with each move, and she groans against Celine’s tongue.
She didn’t expect it to feel so good. She saw Celine melting before, but this… She can feel every hot, wet inch of her mentor, feel her clench with each sharp gasp. Mira lifts her head, watching Celine take her dick.
“Mira,” Celine moans, head pressing back into the mat. “That’s good. That’s… Just like that.”
Mira grabs Celine’s wrists and shoves them onto the mat. She stares down at the older woman, losing herself with each slam of their hips. Mira can’t stop looking at her. Celine’s breasts bounce with each thrust, her neck and face flushed red with pleasure. This is her mentor, the woman who practically raised her.
Celine growls, the sound vibrating through her chest. She tugs against Mira’s grip, eyes clenched shut. The sound of Mira fucking her is obscene and loud in the quiet space. Celine can only hear the evidence of her arousal and their panting. Prying her eyes open, Celine finds Mira staring down at her with wide, startled eyes.
“What?” Celine gasps, trying again to pull her wrists free. “What are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so fucking hot.”
Her words make Celine whimper, and she tries to turn her face away. Mira doesn’t let her. A strong hand grabs Celine’s chin, forcing her to meet Mira’s eyes.
“Don’t look away from me,” she demands, hips moving faster and harder. “Take my compliment like you’re taking my dick.” Her eyes bore into Celine’s until the older woman nods. “Attagirl.”
Moaning despite her embarrassment, Celine tilts her chin up. Mira understands and kisses her deeply, claiming her mouth eagerly. Their breasts press together, sweating skin sticking together. It’s messy and it’s sloppy and it’s perfect.
Celine can feel liquid heat pooling low in her stomach, and she whines into Mira’s mouth. She’s so close now. So close to falling apart under her girl.
“Please,” she begs, delirious with need. “Please, Mira.”
Nodding, Mira releases her chin and reaches between Celine’s legs. Her fingers slip through her arousal, rubbing her hard and fast. She has never wanted anything as much as she wants Celine to come. She wants to see it, to feel it. She wants to be the one to make her fall apart.
Celine comes with a harsh sob, thighs tightening around Mira’s hips as she bucks up into her thrusts. She finally pulls her hand free and hugs Mira close. Her nails dig into her firm back as she gasps for air, her whole body shaking.
“Breathe. Breathe,” Mira orders breathlessly. It takes all her strength to slow her thrusts and stop chasing her own release. When Celine finally takes a deep gulp of air, Mira smiles. “There we go. Another one.”
Taking another deep breath, Celine pushes Mira away, rolling her eyes. “I’m fine,” she manages, voice thick and raspy. “I told you - I won’t break.”
“Am I the first person to make you come in a long time?” Mira asks with a smirk.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Celine drops her legs to the mat, blushing. “I’ve had plenty of sex since you girls left.”
Eyebrows shooting up, Mira scoffs. “Yeah, right. With who?”
“That’s none of your business! Get off me!”
Scowling, Mira pulls out, her hand immediately wrapping around her dick. She’s still needy, still feeling desperate. She can feel Celine’s arousal on the tangled strings of the Honmoon, and it makes her eyelashes flutter as she strokes herself.
Celine’s eyes drop to Mira’s hand as she sits up. She knows how Mira feels, and she isn’t going to let the younger woman handle herself alone. Celine moves to Mira, kneeling in front of her. Their knees brush together, and Celine wraps an arm around Mira’s shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” she murmurs, moving Mira’s hand away with a firm grip. “I’ll take care of you.”
Sucking in a breath, Mira nods weakly, watching Celine’s face closely. Celine starts to touch her with long, slow strokes. After getting fucked and then being inside Celine, Mira is so, so sensitive. She pants and stares into Celine’s eyes, forcing her eyes to stay open.
Celine smiles, somehow looking kind and smug at once. “Does that feel good, Mira? Does my hand feel good?”
Mira’s nose wrinkles as she tries not to look affected by the touch and the patronizing tone. “Feels like a hand,” she answers before swallowing a moan. Her eyelashes flutter when Celine rubs her thumb on the underside of her tip. “Just- Just a hand.”
Humming, Celine leans in, grinning at Mira’s weak attempt. “Sure. Just a hand. Just my hand.”
“I don’t care that it’s y- yours.”
“Okay.” Celine sits back and pulls her hand away. “You do it then.”
Mira hesitates, hand twitching, before rolling her eyes and grabbing Celine’s wrist. “Whatever. Just do it. If you want. I don’t care.”
That’s practically begging from Mira, and Celine allows the pretense. She picks up speed now, cupping Mira’s face and tugging her close. They kiss messily, Mira quickly falling apart under Celine’s confident touch. Moans fall from her lips onto Celine’s tongue, and the older woman laps them up.
“You’re so close,” Celine teases with a condescending chuckle. “Just look at you… Not only can I beat you in a fight, but I can beat you o-”
“Shut. Up.”
Mira groans loudly, feeling heat spread through her body. She’s so close, and she has to grip Celine’s shoulders to ground herself. Her hips thrust up into Celine’s hand as she desperately chases her finish.
“Come for me,” Celine whispers, memorizing the furrow between Mira’s eyebrows and the pink flush on her cheeks. “Follow instructions for once in your life and come for me. Please.”
Mira comes with Celine’s name on her lips, falling forward and trusting her mentor to catch her. Celine strokes her a few more times before dismissing the Honmoon with a wave of her hand. Even without it, Mira shivers and gasps against her, clinging to the older woman.
“Good,” Celine murmurs into Mira’s temple, gently running her fingers through the younger woman’s hair. “Such a good girl.”
A strong shiver runs down Mira’s back at the praise. She’s not sure she’s ever gotten such a direct compliment from Celine before. She tries not to think too hard about it. After a moment, she manages to pull away, sitting back on her heels and pushing her hair out of her face.
“Don’t be nice to me,” Mira mutters awkwardly. “That’s so weird.”
Celine rolls her eyes, but she smiles. “Right. That’s the weird part.” Standing with a groan, she shakes out her legs before stretching her arms up over her head. “Do you want to keep training?”
Mira stares up at her incredulously. “What? Training? After- I don’t have any clothes!”
Wincing as she sees the tattered remains of Mira’s expensive workout clothing, Celine gives her a shy smile. “Whoops? I’ll get you something from your room.”
“Those clothes are so old!”
“Would you rather go home naked?”
“..No.”
Celine nods, the conversation done. “Alright, then. I’ll get you some clothes.” She starts dressing before looking back at Mira. “When you tell the girls about the Honmoon… Maybe don’t tell them how you found out.”
Laughing, Mira crawls on her knees to where she left her phone. “I’m telling Zoey. She’s going to be so jealous.”
“Jealous? That we-” Celine shakes her head, remembering the posters that still hang in Zoey’s room. “Right. Well. Remind her of our outstanding training session next week.”
“Oh, she’s going to destroy you.”
“I highly doubt-”
“It’s Zoey.”
“It’s… It’s Zoey.”