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Lune feels heat rush to her cheeks at the tender touches she is showered in, her dark eyes slipping shut automatically as Sciel brings her palms up to cover them. She feels her girlfriend smile by her ear as she speaks, congratulating her for what Lune is sure must be the fourth time today. Still, feeling the wide smile and hearing the fondness in the teacher’s tone, Lune could never bring herself to mention it, as though not to dull her beloved girlfriend’s spark.
She feels Clea’s hands- colder, though no less gentle tonight- on her hips, then brush in an even lighter touch across her stomach. She shivers, feeling the woman trace the few tattoos now adorning her chest, sat just beneath her breasts. Naturally, she feels the paintress slide her hands up a little more, her skilled fingers circling her nipples for a moment- a teasing touch, and one that has Lune’s lips part and a soft sigh escape between them.
She can’t see Clea’s smirk, though can well imagine it.
Sciel’s, on the other hand, she does not need to see. She feels her girlfriend grin against her skin as she presses a gentle kiss to Lune’s cheek, her lips lingering at black lines a tad bit longer before the researcher must mourn the loss of contact again.
A small, sharp tug at her nipples has her gasp, her arms and hands shooting up instinctively, only to be caught by the Dessendre. She feels Clea’s fingers brush against her wrists as she’s held, then shivers again at a lighter, gentler touch when the woman’s soft lips follow suit and a loving kiss is pressed to her skin.
“Come”, the paintress coos. Her words are low, though even with her heart beating loudly in her ears can Lune make them out. Then, a more teasing tone, as Clea adds; “And behave yourself. Ne me fais pas répéter”.
Lune tries desperately to ignore the shivers running up her spine at the words, though knows it is a losing battle when she hears Sciel chuckle behind her, having no doubt seen the trail of goosebumps running along her bare skin.
She’s led by her wrists, gentle as though she might fall. She does not, and, knowing her own home well enough, Lune can tell she is being brought to the bedroom. Again, she feels herself shiver and smile, her heart jumping with excitement she forces down a little, as though suddenly shy to experience her lovers take care of her on this day in particular.
It isn’t rare for them to be so gentle and attentive, of course, even as there are days Lune finds herself bent across her own desk by Clea, too. She isn’t sure whether her sudden almost-shyness comes from the fact it is the first time she will be spending her birthday with someone in such a matter, or perhaps only her own curiosity and thoughts getting in her way again.
Either way, she forces herself to focus on the present.
She sighs again, feeling soothed by the warm hands gently covering her eyes and the colder, grounding ones that have turned from holding her wrists to holding her hands, instead.
It hardly surprises her when she’s pulled onto their bed, the mattress dipping soft beneath her bare knees. Dark eyes stay closed obediently for a moment longer when Sciel’s hands trail from her, though the sight upon opening them at last feels like a reward in itself.
In front of her, she sees Clea’s bare body against the sheets, her pale skin flushed slightly from the warmth of the room. Curling a finger, the paintress easily has Lune move forwards and bring her lips to hers. A finger curls beneath her chin, drawing her closer and pulling a sweet, quiet moan from her, which Clea catches easily.
She feels warmer hands slide down her body and squeeze her hips, sending a jolt of electricity through her that has the dark haired woman gasp again.
A warm tongue pushes its way into her mouth, eagerly meeting her own in a brief battle for dominance Lune eventually loses. Even so, she can’t find herself mourning the loss all too much, her mind racing with love and desire as she is tended to.
“Beautiful”, Sciel praises, the words warm as they are whispered to her ear. Feeling her girlfriend lean over her, Lune arches her back just enough to push back against her, earning herself another squeeze to the hips in return. She’s well-enough aware to know she’s kneeling on her hands and knees now, her mouth desperately chasing Clea’s and ass pushing back hungrily at the feel of warm, sun-kissed skin.
The fingers curl tighter at her chin, drawing her in until she feels herself flush against Clea. She shivers as she feels the brunette trail kisses down her spine, to her hips, her ass, then- at last- her inner thighs. With Clea’s hands travelling down her body, however, Lune finds it impossible to feel embarrassed when her legs spread wider to give more space.
As usual, the first dart of a wet tongue to her folds has her gasp, the sound swallowed by the hungry paintress almost immediately. Another lick comes to her clit, and Lune swoons at the feeling of warm, dedicated lips push against her heated skin.
“Good girl”, Clea groans, fingers squeezing Lune’s chin. The painters smirks, feeling her girlfriend moan into her mouth at both her words and touch.
Grinding back and rolling her hips, more moans and gasps escape her lips and are fed to her girlfriend. Sciel has adjusted her grip to hold her thighs tightly, her thumbs caressing pale flesh and golden lines of Pictos.
Ever so often, Lune feels the brunette moan hot words of praise against her skin, the whispers coming out slurred and hungry, usually accompanied by a tongue greedily driving in for more of the woman’s taste. She rolls her hips desperately, each flick of Sciel’s tongue against her clit pure bliss and each gentle kiss pressed to her southern lips sending a tremble through her.
She lets out a low cry that Clea immediately catches when the paintress brings her hands up, her cool fingertips catching hardened, perky nipples easily. Lune feels her entire face flash with heat, her cheeks pink and pupils blown wide. She isn’t so sure her kisses are any more than desperate, poor attempts to catch Clea’s movements and tongue, her tongue long submitting to the paintress and curling beneath hers.
“Beautiful…”, Clea praises too, again, and Lune hears- and feels- Sciel giggle at the nearly violent tremble her body gives when the paintress gives both of her nipples a sharp squeeze.
She feels the woman’s trimmed, smooth nail drag against it, digging in just enough to sting and make her gasp in her mouth again.
“Delicate…”, the paintress coos, her voice heavy with admiration that only has Lune’s hips buck more- once, twice, then again before Sciel’s hands slide up to her hips and grasp them tighter again.
Lune just barely notices it when one of Clea’s hands releases her, her sharp fingertips instead grasping her lower face. Embarrassingly, it takes the researcher an additional moment to catch up with this, her tongue desperately searching for Clea’s and drool catching in the corner of her mouth.
The moment she does, finally, meet icy eyes gone gentle, Lune sees the intent in her girlfriend’s eyes. Again, a nervous, though excited tremor courses through her. As if tasting her excitement, Sciel moans and pushes her face deeper between pale, creamy thighs, drawing a sweet, breathless sigh of pleasure again.
Clearing her throat, Clea effortlessly captures her girlfriend’s (-albeit limited) attention again. Lune, even as her eyes twitch to close the closer she gets to her orgasm, catches the corner of her lip curl into a self-satisfied smirk. She doesn’t doubt with her arms and legs trembling, their girlfriend hungrily feasting between her thighs and breasts swinging gently with every tremor and jolt her body gives, she is quite the sight to see to the paintress.
As though as a reminder, Clea gives her nipple another squeeze, a happy laugh slipping from her lips at the guttural moan first Lune, then- when her thighs jerk closer together- Sciel let out a soft whine.
“I haven’t forgotten your gift”, the paintress coos, the fingers clutching Lune’s face turning a touch gentler. Then, with another squeeze, the researcher gasps and opens her eyes again, pleasure and excitement pooling in the dark orbs.
Almost automatically, Lune’s sight drops down to the fingers still at her breast, her eyes catching the pink, sensitive nipples.
Shivers run down her spine as the paintress leans in, her breath warm against her ear.
“Joyeux anniversaire, Lune”
A loud, breathy gasp escapes her within the same moment as she feels Clea’s fingers dip into her- whether to hold her still or just toy with her. She whines and moans helplessly as Sciel drives her to an orgasm and continues on, hungrily lapping at the sweet wetness dripping from her, now too tasting faintly of the Chroma Clea so easily stirs within her.
Through half-closed eyes Lune makes out the glimmering sight of a small ring, glistening in the dim light of the room. With pleasure coursing through her and her trembling thighs twitching by Sciel’s head, the researcher barely even notices the phantom pain coursing through her, her nipples throbbing and tingling as though pierced by a small needle as her flesh parts, making space for a hole just big enough to fit the small, subtle silvery nipple ring.
Another gasp is torn from her, feeling her girlfriend’s warm tongue caress her clit, then suck at her eagerly. Admittedly, Lune is far quieter- ordinarily- and both the teacher and the paintress now relish in the sweet, desperate moans and curses their birthday girl now lets out.
Looking down, Lune notes the small, silvery moon that dangles a little from her sensitive, throbbing nipple. The other, unsurprisingly, sports a little, delicate “C”. Lune shivers at the feeling, another whine slipping from her lips as she feels those teasing fingers tap the jewellery.
“Longer? Larger?”, Clea teases, her fingers twitching within Lune’s cheeks and tearing a sharp, little whine from her. The poor researcher trembles between them, just barely capable of following the words and gazes, touches and coos directed at her. She stutters out something, the words coming out slurred.
Then, a moment after and more Chroma flowing between strong fingers, she feels Clea toy and adjust the accessory- more to her liking for now, perhaps, given most- if not all- of Lune’s instructions and pleas come out incoherent.
She lets out a sharp gasp as she’s pulled back, having been too occupied to notice Sciel pull back a little.
“MhmgnmMm…”, Lune moans as another tongue invades her mouth, flooding her senses with her own taste, now clinging from Sciel’s tongue and dripping from her lips. She feels warm arms wrap around her hungrily, tearing another little gasp from her when Sciel too finds her breasts and gives them a playful squeeze.
Forcing her eyes to open at a warm, ticklish touch between her slick thighs, Lune feels her heart skip a beat at the sight bestowed upon her.
Clea easily lifts her thighs above her shoulders, her sticky-wet skin flush against even paler one. Easily resuming Sciel’s work, Clea is the next to lean in for a taste, her tongue sharply flicking Lune’s sensitive clit and dragging a hot gasp from the woman. One, then a second finger joins as the paintress presses them inside. Whereas Lune releases a loud moan and desperately throws herself back against Sciel, the auburn-haired woman merely hums, as though amused by the reaction the sensitive woman offers.
“Ngnnph..F-Fuck..!”, Lune gasps, her head falling back automatically the moment warm, eager lips attach to her throat and teasing fingers toy with her throbbing nipples.
Sharp nails playfully scratch at her and tease the smooth, thin steel of the piercing. One tug has Lune’s back arch sharply, her pulse jumping beneath Sciel’s tongue, lips and teeth. Another flick of it, cool against warm fingers and flushed skin. Despite her body normally being quite cool, one of the few effects of wielding the elements, Lune now feels as though her entire body is on fire.
With her cheeks completely flushed and pulse beating wildly beneath her girlfriend’s tongue, her thighs trembling weakly over strong shoulders and core desperately squeezing the fingers pumping in and out of her steadily, Lune feels as if on the edge of the world.
“Please…”, she gasps at another curl of fingers within her. Every so often the paintress leans down to blow lightly on her clit or lick across her entrance, her lips snug against her as she sucks the wetness that so easily flows from their girlfriend.
Another, deeper curl of the fingers within her. She feels Sciel smirk against her throat at the low whine she lets out.
“You’re doing so good, my love”, the teacher coos against her throat, the words accompanied by wet, gentle kisses full of devotion against her skin. Lune finds herself shivering at each one.
“Just…”, she coos, her words honeyed and dripping with sin that makes the researcher’s breath stutter. Lune moans as her breasts are squeezed again, the steel cool against her flushed skin. “A little more, my love”
Another squeeze comes to her breasts. She’s sure she’s past the point of her mouth watering, though with Sciel’s tongue easily invading her mouth it quickly becomes difficult to tell whose spit is sticking to her lips. Another curl of the fingers within her has her head tilt back even further, allowing for more and more bites to the expanse of her throat.
“Good girl”, Clea coos, the words hushed against wet and heated skin. Lune is unsure how she makes them out in the first place, slurred hungrily in-between feverish licks between her legs, pressing into her.
She knows, both her girlfriends know how close she is, her trembling limbs, shaky breath, the series of “fuck…!”’s she lets out and the ever louder growing moans falling from her lips a dead giveaway. Still, Sciel slows the teasing of her breasts just when it’s just beginning to feel a tad bit too good.
And just as such, Clea too slows down the pace of her fingers and tongue in equal measure, a smirk the only indication that she knows precisely what she is doing- not that it ought to come as any surprise, even on this day in particular.
Another squeeze comes to her breast, then a little, light tug of the little moon dangling from her. Again, the effect is immediate when a sharp, loud moan is torn from her.
She gasps as she falls backwards, having not even noticed Sciel move until she finds herself sprawled out beneath the two of them, her hot back pressing into warm covers and toes curling against the sheets below.
Again, it’s a curl of fingers and a flick of a tongue against her clit that tears a moan and cry from her. “F-Fuck”, she gasps, her hand easily finding brunette hair when she feels her girlfriend move close to her again.
Still, whether it is due to her shut eyes or the intensity of the wet tongue and fingers working between her thighs, Lune completely misses her girlfriend’s movement until she feels another tongue trace her skin. As such, a sharp gasp comes from parted, thick lips when an equally soft pair wraps around her nipple gently and a warm tongue teases the by now equally warm accessory.
“Sciel-!”, she gasps, her eyes struggling to stay on the woman as every sensation coursing through her comes with a sharp pang of pleasure.
Then, following an almost possessive- jealous even, if Lune was in the right mind to tease- curl of the fingers and drag of a tongue, she also cries out;
“Clea!”
“Good girl”, Sciel coos, the words soft and hot around her nipple and causing elegant, Pictos-decorated fingers to curl tighter in brunette hair.
“F-F-Fuck-!”, Lune gasps, feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure bubble between her thighs and work its way through her body. Forcing her eyes to open up and her head to lift, she feels dizzy with want when she spots two pairs of loving and hungry eyes gaze back at her.
She shivers at the feeling of Sciel’s lips curling into a smile around her nipple, then inhales sharply when the woman returns to her task. Clea’s lips curl against her too, her tongue dragging across her slit once, then another time before the woman’s eyes meet hers again.
At last, a small nod between her thighs, and Lune’s back arches off the bed when the woman tends to her again, her fingers speeding up and tongue teasing her sensitive clit, nudging and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves.
All the researcher can take notice of now is the pure pleasure and happiness taking over her body, flowing through her veins like blood and Chroma alike. Gazing up at their ceiling, she finds her vision blurred with tears of need she did not even notice were falling.
Her orgasm comes fast, and shocks her to her core, her vision flashing white, then dark as her hips come to rest against the sheets again.
Barely so, Lune notes the two women pull away, her nipple released with a smile and a “pop” and her dripping slit given one last lick before Clea moves up, too.
She’s brought up and pulled in before she knows it, her head still spinning and tongue easily submitting when Clea’s pushes inside her mouth again, tasting strongly of the salty-sweet wetness still dripping and flowing from between her wet inner thighs. Her hard nipples drag against her girlfriend’s, the throbbing, sensitive bud hot against Clea’s cooler one and strong, rounded breast.
Feeling hands traverse her body again, Lune finds herself leaning flush against Sciel again, her arms wrapped tight around the paler woman and breath warm as it tickles her ear. She can’t help the small tug of her lips when she spots the paintress twirl her fingertips, the chroma around them bound tight, then falling away as two items Lune finds herself familiar with are revealed.
The paintress sends her only a quick smirk, as though a playful reminder of the few times Lune slurred out her fantasies drunkenly. Fortunately, Clea seems content to act as though the darker-haired woman was too drunk to recall, if only to spare Lune the embarrassment of snaking to her girlfriend’s atelier after being out with the other, drunken and horny, touchy and overly open about all the fantasies she typically only keeps to herself or explores one by one, ever so slowly.
Clearly, the paintress has decided to speed things up for her, if only as both women know it would take Lune far too long to bring it up, given the outrageous time it took the woman to admit to her feelings towards both, the paintress and teacher, even to herself.
She bites her lip as the hands at her waist reach out, eagerly taking the straps dangling from Chroma-stained fingertips and bringing them to her hips. Of course, none of them are new to this, nor unused to the strap, and quickly Lune finds herself groaning at the visual of Sciel’s arms from behind her, her fingers wrapped around the base of the black silicone strap and her lips attached to her throat once more.
She sends Clea a small nod, unable to hide the wide, satisfied grin that the paintress returns happily.
Turning her attention to the woman attached to her backside again, Lune feels her cheeks flush and lips tug into a smirk when Sciel obediently allows herself to fall back on the bed, a wide, excited smile shot up at her that nearly takes her breath away. Biting her lip, she watches as the tan woman turns with a wink, her palms and knees pressing into the sheets and back arching high, presenting her backside with pride. Despite how long it has been and how often she is granted the sight, Lune still finds her fingers twitching with the desire to touch and heart jump with excitement each time.
Whether as a gift itself, to allow her to take charge, or perhaps merely as a way of showing respect, the paintress shows an astonishing amount of patience as Lune takes her time adjusting Sciel into the position she likes; bent down on her knees, her head down against the sheets that have kissed Lune’s cheek only some minutes ago.
Adjusting her girlfriend until Sciel keeps herself spread wide enough to offer the sight Lune has been craving, the researcher finally deems herself ready. She grips the base of the strap with purpose and familiarity alike, her body shifting forth and hips rolling slightly as first only the tip, then a good portion of the black strap drags between wide spread thighs.
Unsurprisingly, she finds Sciel wet enough to ensure she will soak the toy in no time, as no one enjoys dry penetration and Lune really does not feel like getting up to retrieve the bottle of lube, mostly unused, by the little desk’s drawer in the corner of the room.
Fortunately, her girlfriend’s sopping wet need will do just fine, already creating a sticky, creamy mess on the strap the more Lune shifts her hips and thrusts the toy between wet folds and against the pearly clit just shy of Sciel’s entrance.
In return, she lets out a quiet moan when the paintress moves up behind her, her body nearly flush against her own. She feels the dip in the mattress, the breasts push into her back and the strap begin to prod at her backside. Widening her stance, another little gasp comes from her when Clea immediately pushes the tip against her entrance. In a way, the lack of her partner’s patience makes her grin fondly and appreciate her restraint even more.
After a few minutes and more than only a few whines, gasps, moans and “please, Lune” calls she receives from the woman now hungrily humping every little inch of the toy she is given, the researcher too nears the end of her restraint.
Looking down to see the strap now thoroughly soaked in wetness- likely much like Clea’s, given the wet squirt and cum sticking to her inner thighs and smearing against her- the former expedition commander decides this will do just fine.
She groans as with another push the strap goes in smoothly, reaching deep and filling just as well as the usual two or three fingers the brunette is keen to take from her lovers. Feeling Clea follow suit almost immediately, Lune moans at the sharp feeling of the strap thrusting her body forth even in the slightly awkward angle, and relishes in the sweet moans and pleas she receives from the woman at the end of her own.
Leaning forwards, her lips brush lightly against the shell of Sciel’s ear, the warm breath hitting the heated skin. She feels Clea push in even deeper like this, her body driven forwards and the strap snug at her hips driven deeper into the moaning woman below.
“Fuckkk..-!”
“Lune…oh, mon dieu…plus fort…”, Sciel groans beneath, her body rocking back and forth against the warm mattress and disturbed sheets with every thrust of the two dominant women above. “oui, comme ça…L-Lune..!”, she groans as the woman follows suit, her thighs and stomach tensing with every harder thrust that follows.
Sandwiched between her two lovers, Lune feels nothing but bliss. With her body leaning across Sciel, the new angle allows for Clea to pump deeper inside, the trimmed pubic hair almost ticklish against Lune’s behind and hot breath arousing as it caresses her ear. Each word of praise whispered to her makes her stomach wind tighter, the pleasure curling in her abdomen and jutting her hips forth in wilder, harder movements that drive the brunette moaning and whimpering into the mattress.
She trails her lips down her girlfriend’s spine, the pecks and kisses landing messier than the researcher would like to admit. Each inch of sun-kissed skin is worshipped almost as much as the paintress pays worship and love to her own body from behind, her hands trailing across her body to squeeze and massage, her lips firmly attached to her shoulder blade the moment dark hair is brushed out of the way.
When one of the praising words is followed by a soft grunt of “Putain!” and a low moan from the paintress, Lune feels herself nearing the edge. She rolls her hips back with every pull backwards, meeting the long strap of the paintress with eager desperation. Then, whether pushed by- or perfectly in synch with Clea, her hips slam forth again in a fast, hungry pace, sating both her and Sciel’s trembling body.
Rising just enough to enjoy the sight presented to her, Lune feels her heart skip a beat and clit ache with need. Sciel’s body trembles lightly against the bed, rocked back and forth with every sharp, deep thrust. She’s moaning and gasping into the sheets, each sinful groan reminding the researcher of the countless innocent training units spent together, typically ending with the former expeditioner above or below her, panting and groaning in pain, the noises far too similar to the sinful imagination of them Lune has carried for years.
Strong hands capable of bearing powerful weapons are reduced to grasping tightly at the sheets below, curled and crumpled between strong fingers and tugged sharply each time Lune’s hips adjust and she angles herself to hit just a little deeper.
As such, it is perhaps of little surprise when Lune comes first, moaning and shrieking louder than the researcher normally is, her body rocked forth by Clea even when she near-collapses on the brunette, her arms just weakly holding her up by the woman’s sides.
She feels her hips twitch helplessly inside her girlfriend, bringing forth sweet moans and louder groans among other sounds of pleasure. Each thrust is met with a weak, but determined roll of Sciel’s hips until she too collapses against the sheets, trembling and sweaty, her muscles twitching and fingers flexing against the sweaty sheets.
Lune groans quietly when the paintress pulls out of her with a wet “pop” and her body is brought down to lay against the sheets- much to Sciel’s attention, as the woman only makes a little, tired whine when the strap filling her is pulled away and taken off by the attentive paintress.
Both laugh a little as a kiss is pressed to their sweaty foreheads, their arms blindly reaching until the Dessendre finds herself groaning and snarling, falling to the sheets with less grace than one might expect from her.