Chapter Text
Come over.
Ruan Mei’s phone buzzed, she glanced over to the device, notification lit up on the glass screen. The blue light a stark contrast to the dimmed room around her. She was awkwardly hunched over her desk, a delicate experiment in her hands. Two drops in, and something had already fizzled. Another drop. More fizzles.
In other words—she wasn’t exactly available.
If you don’t respond, I’ll come to you.
Well.
Okay.
Her hands were accounted for. It wasn’t like she could drop everything and respond. Much less object to the sender’s rather rude demands of her company.
Herta stepped into Ruan Mei’s lab in slow, steady strides. In her usual fashion. Smug, self-assured. As if she were saying, ‘I don’t need an invitation here because I know I’m welcome.’
The first thing she saw was Ruan Mei bent over her desk, two glass vials in each hand, one tilted over a dish on the wooden surface of the furniture.
She swallowed.
“You didn’t respond to my messages.”
Ruan Mei let out a disengaged hum, too engrossed in what she was doing to properly acknowledge the woman behind her.
“Not even a hello?”
“I didn’t respond because I didn’t want to be bothered.”
“Hmm. A shame. I did say I would come to you if you didn’t respond.”
“I couldn’t reply.”
“Doubly a shame then,” Herta replied. She began moving again, her boots stepping against the metal floor of the lab. One stride, two strides, three strides, four strides. Measured. Cool.
Nothing to give away the aching desire for the woman in front of her, except for a message in the form of a request, and her aching length straining against her underwear.
She could see the way Ruan Mei paused for a moment. The slightest twitch of her fingers, the smallest tense of her shoulders as she felt Herta’s presence behind her. Not touching, but close.
The silence was tense. Not awkward. Just tension-filled. So much so that she could cut it with a knife if she so pleased.
“Why did you come?” Ruan Mei broke the silence by asking.
“To see you. Isn’t it obvious?” Herta responded, faux irritation lacing her voice as if it were the most foolish question ever.
Well, in a way it was. Because they both knew the answer lie just beneath the surface. Hot, burning desire. Boiling and barely hidden under the surface of her skin.
The banter was only a peculiar form of foreplay, in a way.
“I’m busy.”
“Is that so?” Herta stepped closer. The edge of her robes barely tickled the back of Ruan Mei’s thighs.
If the other woman felt the fabric brushing against her, she did not show it.
“Yes. If you are looking for my attention, I can’t give it to you.”
“I know.”
Ruan Mei stayed silent. Her impeccable posture was maintained even with the drastic shift in the atmosphere in the room. A slight shift in her wrist, another drop into the dish below.
Then, “why are you really here?”
“I already told you. I wanted to see you.”
“The real reason, Herta.”
Herta crossed her arms and looked away. Even though Ruan Mei couldn’t see her, her mannerisms stayed expressive. “If I said I simply felt like dropping by?”
“I would dismiss that and repeat my question once more.”
“Then let me show you instead,” lithe, well manicured fingers crawled from where they were holding her own arms to the curve of Ruan Mei’s hip at near lightning speed.
Ruan Mei flinched, tilting the vial upwards as to not accidentally spill a drop into the dish below. “Herta what are you—”
“Showing you. Continue your experiment.”
“This is highly sensitive, if I accidentally add too much at too frequent of a pace I’ll—” Herta drew a soft whimper from the biologist’s lips as she stepped closer, pushing her hips against the swell of Ruan Mei’s ass, hard length just barely feeling damp heat separated by layers of clothing.
Herta grinded against her tempting body, lips barely managing to contain a pleasured moan.
In front of her, Ruan Mei had placed the vials aside and pushed away the bowl; properly leaning forward and placing her face against her forearm. Delicate gasps slipped between each breath, but she hardly made a sound otherwise. The biologist met her half away in each soft thrust of their clothed hips.
Her hands properly tightened their grip on Ruan Mei’s waist, continuing her ministrations with barely-contained desperation. Soft gasps fell from her lips at the passive stimulation.
She wanted more. She needed more.
Her fingers inched into the waistband of Ruan Mei’s shorts and dragged them down with little to no ceremony. Her panties remained on.
Ruan Mei tried to stand up properly, but a hand placed between her shoulder blades pushed her down once more.
Herta admired the curve of her ass, a reverent palm gliding down to caress the skin.
“You’re wet.” She commented upon observing a wet spot in the cream-colored fabric covering her pussy.
“It’s difficult to not be when you’re humping me like a— ah!” Herta, disinterested in what the biologist was saying, hooked her fingers under her panties and dragged them down—admiring the string of clear arousal already sticking to the fabric.
“Seem’s like I’m not the only one who’s excited, hm?” Herta teased. The hand on Ruan Mei’s hip moved to her own waist, finding its way under her own skirt and hooking her fingers under the waistband of her tights.
Without a second thought she dragged them down hastily, bringing her own panties down with it. Her length sprung free, ready for action, precum already glistening at the tip.
She leaned forward, lips brushing against Ruan Mei’s ear as she delicately pressed her cock against her moist lower lips, relishing in how the tip caught in between the petals, before sliding fruitlessly against her lover.
“You have so much to say, don’t you?”
Ruan Mei didn’t respond, too occupied with breathing heavily.
“Do you want me like I want you?”
“See for yourself.”
“Gladly.” Herta grabbed her dick and lined it up to Ruan Mei’s entrance, pushing in slowly. For all her desperation, she still didn’t want to hurt her.
Ruan Mei gasped—whimpered even. Back muscles tensing even further in pain, pleasure, anticipation. Mostly pleasure.
With a moan, Herta pushed forward, relishing in how tight the other woman’s cunt was. Despite the resistance her mind was still filled with ecstasy.
She sank into Ruan Mei’s cunt, pushing more and more until finally, blessedly, the tip of her cock pressed against her lover’s cervix.
Then she pulled out.
She pushed back in.
Again and again.
Wet noises sounded in the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin as Herta bucked against Ruan Mei’s ass.
Both women moaned in unison, chasing relief.
Herta thrusted forward, Ruan Mei thrusted back. Neither of them were willing to be apart for long.
She pulled out save for the tip of her cock, admiring how Ruan Mei writhed beneath her with a horny look on her face. Admiring how her cock was wet with their mixed juices and how the skin of her lover’s pussy stretched to accommodate her intrusion.
How their mixed fluids dripped down Ruan Mei’s thighs and onto the floor below.
The biologist whimpered, uncomfortable with the delay and trying to move backwards and impale herself further on the witch’s dick.
“Desperate?”
“Herta I..” another moan. “Please don’t stop.”
“Beg me.”
Ruan Mei whimpered again. A feeble, reluctant noise. “Please Herta.”
Herta inched forward, sliding in her cunt just a little more. “I can’t hear you.”
A defeated sigh. Then, “Please let me cum. Please— I-I need—“
Herta moved forward again, and the biologist’s words lost every semblance of coherency.
The wet sounds continued once more. Louder.
Ruan Mei sung her praises in the most lewd way possible. A symphony of “Ah, ah, ah’s” as Herta took her from behind.
And the view? Incomparable in her eyes.
Ruan Mei, back exposed, glistening with a subtle sheen of sweat. Her dress was pushed aside from her lower back downwards, exposing her to the one person who was ever allowed to see her in such a way.
Herta admired the way her cock disappeared into those tempting folds and reappeared repeatedly. With each buck of her hips the biologist was shifted forward, body jumping against the surface of her own desk.
Slowly she began losing rhythm, mind overtaken by the chase of bringing both herself and her lover to the finish line.
A stutter in her hips, then a frantic quickening of pace as more filthy wet slaps were heard. They both moaned together. Herta’s a mix of moans and a barely audible string of curses and Ruan Mei’s a mix of heavy breathing and soft whimpers.
Herta chased her orgasm, willing her eyes to stay open as she watched her lover shift and whine beneath her.
With one final thrust, hands gripping Ruan Mei’s waist with a desperate force, tip of her cock planted in the entrance of Ruan Mei’s womb, Herta came. She shot rope after rope of pearly white cum into her lover.
Ruan Mei came at the same time, the walls of her pussy milking Herta of each shot of semen as she rode out her orgasm.
Herta thrusted through each second of both of their climaxes. Only pulling out when Ruan Mei shifted uncomfortably, a signal of when the pleasure ended and the overstimulation began.
She pulled out gently as to not push the discomfort, caressing her lover’s bare waist in comfort.
Once she slipped out, she stared in unabashed perversion as their combined fluids dropped out of Ruan Mei’s pussy.
Ruan Mei herself propped herself on her shoulders and turned herself around. With much effort. Out of breath, hair mussed, dress wrinkled.
Yet she was still the most attractive woman in the cosmos. After her, of course.
“That was..” Ruan Mei swallowed. “Interesting.”
“Interesting?” Herta repeated. “I suppose so.” She looked away, “I guess this counts as a hello?”
“When you meant come over I didn’t think you meant you wanted that.”
“Well..” Herta crossed her arms, warming embarrassed blush on her face. “My body can’t help but need you.”
Ruan Mei smiled, eyes looking downward at Herta’s still very much active erection. “It looks like it still does.”
Herta looked back. “Oh?”
“Let me help you with that.”