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A dance just for him, in that grand Opera Epiclese of dreams. Just for him.
Focalors' bare feet barely made any noise, and yet Neuvilette could hear the music in his head. His heart swelled, a mix of complex emotions filling him up. He could hardly comprehend simple emotions on a daily basis, much less a mix of dread for the rising waters, the visitor from Outer Space, and gut wrenching love. He loved her, would always love her. No matter what, no matter how many lovers would come.
It was also confusing to see Focalors separated from Furina. He loved...Furina. But also Focalors. It added only another layer of confusion to his mind, barely perceptible in his stone cold expression.
Focalors twirls gracefully beneath the massive Indemnitium blade. and side steps to a mirror on the side of the stage.
“And to my champion, my brave human girl...A parting gift. My bouquet for the lead actress.” She smiles, and Neuvilette turns his head to follow her movements, curious. She touches the mirror and on the reflection he sees Furina. “After all, can one finally rest if the past is still working?”
Focalors twirls away, and Neuvilette frowns, a miniscule twitch of his eyebrows downwards.
“How does the past still work?” He questions her, and she moves in a sequence of Arabesques. Her smile is benevolent as always, even if her eyes twinkle with the quiet mischief of someone who knew they were the smartest person in the room - no, in Teyvat.
“Her mind will never leave the stage, even if she has. The past will live on her mind...so when the time comes, she will forget it all.”
Neuvilette pales. He suddenly feels cold - even colder than the natural temperature of a nascent.
“She will fall asleep on her throne, and it will be as if she had woken up from a long, exhaustive dream. All the pain and suffering of having to pretend to be the Archon, I'll take those memories with me. And she will be free.” Focalors continues, and stops in a tendu position.
“Wait- If you take her memories of the past, then she will not remember...me.” Neuvilette concludes in quiet panic. “It has been centuries since we have joined in union...Her every day as the Hydro Archon included me, there.”
Focalors exhales through her nose patiently. Her smile turned apologetic.
“Hydro dragon, hydro dragon...don't cry.” She coos in eleve position. “I apologize for taking this from you, but I know, that in your big, beautiful heart, you understand. I can feel the love you have for me...no, for her. And I know that you will find it in your heart to forgive me, because you know, in the end, this is the only thing that will bring her peace.”
She twirls once more, and rests, bowing her head. Neuvilette feels a surge of dread.
“Focalors!”
The blade falls.
——-
Furina's memories have always been fuzzy, for as long as she could remember. She knows she has a job of some kind at the Palais Mermonia. Perhaps she serves tea, or entertained guests of the Iudex while he couldn't attend to them himself. She knows the place, but not exactly what was it that she did.
Not that it mattered. She was given a mandatory leave from duty for a couple of months, signed by theIudex himself. Reasoning: burnout. She had overworked herself.
Perhaps that was correct, given she woke up on the Opera Epiclese, the chief of Justice, an unknown blonde and a white fairy watching over her. She must have been accompanying the Iudex to his duties and collapsed.
...Maybe she was his secretary. That made sense.
She arrived at her home, which she does not remember owning, curiously enough, and walks in. The walls are so incredibly unfamiliar, it's unsettling. She doesn't know the artworks on the walls, or the furniture. But the kindly Melusine that accompanied her told her this was her home, and Melusines aren't known to be liars, so it must have been the truth.
But the walls felt cold, so cold, and the rooms had no personality. None of her, none of the glimmer she saw on every living being, on the rustle of leaves on the wind, on the books and plays she adored.
Those Furina remembered, funnily enough. She remembered her favorite desserts, and her favorite animals on the vast ocean. And she has the feeling of a bone deep exhaustion that she cannot seem to shake.
Maybe the forced vacation was going to do her some good.
She spends her days making pasta. and laying down on her bed, staring at the ceiling or just napping. It still feels like it was brand new, and not lived on, slept on. Maybe she just didn't remember buying a new one. She feels as though she can finally breathe, indulge in leisure - had she really not taken a vacation in so long?
That is, until one day.
Furina left her home for a stroll - the weather was quite nice on that day, sunny and bright, and people were enjoying themselves on the street. She walked towards the central fountain, and witnessed a special event.
A lady was being asked for her hand in marriage by a man on his knees. She tearfully accepts as the people around them cheer and clap.
Furina felt the couple's happiness spread to her just enough for her to clap too, until a bitter sense of emptiness filled her. She clutched her chest, gritting her teeth.
She didn't understand, what it meant, this sudden pain. Perhaps, her heart was failing?
But that couldn't be right. The physician told her the burnout was clear, but she was perfectly healthy in every other aspect.
Feeling ill, she gave up on her stroll, and promptly returned home. She needed to rest.
But rest she failed to find. In her dreams, she was sinking into a pool of clear waters, and outside of it there was a man. She couldn't tell what he looked like, or even how she knew it was a man in the first place, but she knew. The broad shoulders, the outstretched hand towards her.
And even though she felt a grave desire to reach for him, the more she did the further she sank.
She woke up with a gasp, sweating profusely. Grimacing at her bangs sticking to her forehead, Furina looked at the window to see the orange light coming from outside. She slept through the entire day? Groaning, she moves letargically from her bed, and drags her feet to her ensuite. She peels off the sweaty clothes, tossing them on a basket on the floor, and turns on the faucet to fill up her tub.
A sigh has her kneeling on the cold floor, arms braced on the edge of her polished white tub, and leaning her face against it. The feeling of emptiness was still there. She felt ill, but not gravely...more like there was a crushing weight taking away her air.
Having filled the tub, Furina spares a glance to the fancy soaps and oils she liked to pour in, to make bubbles. But she forgoes them, and simply gets in, lowering her body until she is submerged to lip level. She allows the feeling of being surrounded by cool water tranquilize her.
However, a thought so clear and vivid bursts in her mind that has her gasping for air, hands clutching at the edges of her tub.
It was him. The man. She still couldn't see his face clearly, but he was there, and he kissed her. He kissed her like a waltz, starting out mellow and sweet, and advancing with hunger. She was in a similar situation as this, soaked in a bathtub, clear of suds or bubbles. The man stripped of all clothes, and joined her in the tub, the kiss never breaking.
“Furina.” His voice was so familiar, yet so distant. She couldn't recognize it fully. She knew he sounded strong, capable, and so incredibly attractive.
Furina comes back to herself, in the present, and stares, wide mismatched eyes, at the opposite wall. A man. A lover.
But she could not remember who he was.
Distress plagued her sleep that night. Or rather, lack of sleep. She tossed, and turned, and stared into the moonlit darkness of her bedroom.
She had a lover. That was what the emptiness was, in her heart.
But if that man, who sounded so enamored, so handsome, loved her the way she felt he did...why could she not remember?
Furina turns her head to the side. An ornate golden wood clock tells her it is 4AM. Frustrated, she tosses her blanket to the end of the bed and sitting up, her long white nightgown clinging to her body where her weight was resting on it.
She rubs her hands over her eyes, and scratches her nails up her scalp, remaining in that position for a second.
“Think, Furina, think...Why is it that you can't remember? Who is that man...?”
She tries to think back to the day she woke up in the Opera Epiclese. Tries to think before that day. But it felt like navigating through muddy waters. Nothing came to her.
Refusing to admit defeat before her mind, Furina scrunched up her eyes and nose, and raked her brain for answers. Thought really long and hard about the gaps in her memory, her job at the Palais, her favorite plays.
But no dice. She grunts, and kicks her feet up in the air in frustration, falling back down on the bed.
Surely this was not a memory, she concluded. Just a yearning. She was lonely, and single.
The thought comforted her like a cup of lukewarm tea - unsatisfying, but grounding. She let it lull her to sleep.
—
The next morning, Furina left the house with the intent of purchasing a novel. Perhaps she was in need of some distraction, and nothing better than art.
On her way to the store, she sees the blonde traveler and their fairy trailing behind them. Her breath hitches in surprise.
The Traveler was also a mystery to her. When she officially met them, at the day at the Opera, they seemed taken aback by her admission she did not recognize them, for a moment, but then quickly adapted into the situation, claiming their own memory to be short. The fairy had to be shushed by them, but they smiled at Furina with such gentleness, she couldn't help but believe their words.
She watches as they move about like they're late to the Opera, and exhales quietly. The Traveler wouldn't know anything about this mysterious man, she figures. She had only met them that day.
So why did her gut tell her that strange blonde had all the answers...?
Before she processed it, she had raised a hand to call upon them, but it was too late. The Traveler disappeared down the street.
The walk back from the bookseller has her passing in front of the entrance to the Palais Mermonia. She stops at the statue of the Archon, and considers the building. A strange, foreign feeling of bitterness washed over her - but also of homesickness. She wasn't even sure why. She had just left her home after all, so why was she homesick?
People around her began running for cover, as the first pitter patters of raindrops hit the ground. The rain came quick and unnanounced, and Furina removed her hat from her hair to protect it, but did not shy away from it.
In fact, the rain was soothing her, somehow. A balm to her anxious, empty heart.
She stands in front of the Palais as the downpour continues, until the water felt like it could soak her very bones and the cold would settle in their marrow.
The rivulets down her neck felt like kisses of apology.
She walked home unbothered, as the furthest she got from the Palais the rain started to thin out. It was like a cruel joke of fate, just as she got home, the rain would stop. No matter. The water felt comforting, even if the sloshing inside her boots wasn't.
She undresses on her threshold, door closed behind her back as she struggles to peel off her wet socks. Once inside, the rain just left her cold, and soggy, and miserable. The contrasting nature of the way she felt did not escape her, and it only fueled her frustration.
Now nude, she sighed and waltzed around her living room. Fontainians were odd. A little rain, and everyone vanished from the streets. Furina had no reservations as to closing her blinds nude as she was, and once she was in full privacy, she let herself tip toe to the wardrobe and grab a fluffy towel, wrapping it around her body.
It makes her feel safe, and in her own private cocoon. She walks back to the living room, and collects her novel from her parcel, tossing the wet wrapping paper towards a trash can on the corner of the room. It bounces off the edge out of the can.
She sits on the armchair, curled up on her towel, and opens the book. It was an Inazuman light novel, and the bookseller promised romance and deep connection between the main protagonists, and it was just what she was craving at the moment, something to fill that longing for the unknown man.
The novel presents a simple concept - lovers separated by circumstance, being the Shogun drafting people to war. It was filled with heart wrenching poems from one another, love promises and in depth descriptions.
...almost too in depth. Furina felt her face heat up at the scene she was in, where the couple reunite in secrecy and make passionate love.
The warmth spreads down her body, and she feels that it repels the cold from her bones. It pools on her lower stomach, and she bites her lower lip, shutting the book hastily. She felt overheated.
But she could not stop thinking about it. The novel was unabashed in it, and when she closed her eyes, trying to control the blossoming heat, she could only further imagine the scenes she had been reading, now in greater detail. And the more she thought of it, the more her imagined appearance of the protagonists shifted.
Now she no longer saw it in third person, and she saw herself in the female lead. She saw how the male lead in her imagination became more and more blurred in appearance.
How his hands were so gentle and pale like her, how they touched her body with urgency but also careful devotion. There were gentle fingers trailing down the length of her chest, down to her stomach, and further down to her groin. They trailed down and dipped between her lips, and further still inside of her.
Furina gasps, and she can't hold herself back from sliding her own twitching fingers to her cunt, feeling how wet she had already become, slicking up the entire length of her vulva. She shivers and slides her finger up, flicking it over her clit, the tremors racking through her entire body and making her twitch on the armchair.
Her fingers keep moving over her clit in tentative, circular motions, and she bites down on her lower lip. Her body burned, and her yearning deliriously compares that burning to the chilling cold of standing in the rain. A small part of her brain that's not overtaken by the gradually building pleasure notes that that doesn't make any sense, but deep inside her, Furina only felt it was right. That the fire and the water were one once, and were meant to be one.
Her free hand lets go of the towel covering her and slides up her torso to her tits, cupping one in her hand. She knew they weren't nearly enough for a handful, but before she could even feel self conscious, she felt a deep peace from the deep recesses of her mind, the forgotten man reassuring her of her physical perfection over and over again as he laved her with kisses.
She yearned. Not only for an orgasm now, but also for him . The man. She yearned for the knowledge of that man, of his face, of a glimpse into a memory she doesn't know when she forgot.
Her fingers move faster. She whimpers, biting her lower lip, the pleasure leading her to kick her leg out, control over her body slipping.
“Ah...!” She gasps out, the red blush of her cheeks spreading down to her shoulders and collarbones. “Mmmn...”
Close to the edge, she pinches at her nipple and hisses - and a memory assaults her. Sharp teeth - sharp canines, even, and long, soft white hair.
There was only one person who fit the profile.
“Neuvilette...!” She whimpers just as she reaches the edge, the faceless man of her forgotten memories being replaced by Neuvilette.
Neuvilette.
The pieces seemed to fall into place, even if only a few memories resurfaced in clear definition.
His loving embrace, his careful, soft wandering hands, his kisses good morning and good night, his strong body holding her completely off the ground as they passionately made love in the private wing of the Palais Mermonia.
Her eyes refocused on her modest living room., coming down from her high.
“Neuvilette...” She exhales, eyes falling half closed. She felt boneless, and like the gaping hole she felt within her soul was mending itself closed. She withdrew her hand from between her legs, and scrunches up her nose at her fingertips. She wipes the sticky fluid on her towel gingerly, pouty, and covers her body some more with the towel, shifting on her seat.
So her lover was the Iudex. Which she forgot, somehow. Maybe she really had overworked herself. Furina looks out of the window, pensive.
Maybe I should go see him.
—-
Furina smooths her gloved hands over her skirts, making sure to get rid of the creases. The gardes at the Palais had taken one look at her and had bowed in respect - only to stand up straight again. She was confused by this, and bowed back at them. Strange. No matter how much she tried to remember what was it that she did in the Palais Mermonia to help the Iudex, she could not seem to recall. It must have been something of importance, considering the gardes bowing their heads.
She could spend some time wondering about the significance of their actions later. What mattered now was that she was here, back at her place of work, to see her boss...and lover.
The doors to Neuvilette's office opened and she walks in, trying to keep her chin high and her chest puffed out in good posture. Neuvilette stood in front of his desk, looking every bit the regal man that he was. A light flush dusted her pale cheeks at that thought crossing her mind. She sounded every bit the yearning maiden of her Inazuman light novel, when she stopped to think about it.
But there was no other way to put it. As she approached him, her heeled shoes clacking softly on the polished marble, then muffled by the richly embroidered carpet, the more she could admire his sharp jawline, his piercing gaze, his lustrous hair...
The blush on her face was more pronounced now. She licks over her lips and stops in front of Neuvilette.
“Lady Furina...” He said, and for the first time since she got there, she could see a hint of something that wasn't neutrality and polite inflections. The way his voice trailed off like he had millions of things unsaid, even though she had just gotten there, was causing her head to spin. “Your burnout induced time off is still in vigour.”
Just being in his presence was making the few memories she could recall more vivid. Yes. This felt right . This was the man who had chosen her.
“Monsieur, I have come not as your...assistant, but as your lover.” She says firmly, only faltering when it came to naming her position. She still could not quite tell what exactly was her title.
Immediately, this seemed like the correct thing to say. Neuvilette's creaseless expression cracked, and his eyebrows immediately slanted in shock.
“Furina. You remembered .”
Furina nods, and then furrows her brow some. Perhaps her memory was worse than she thought, if Neuvilette was already aware that she simply forgot their relationship. She reaches forwards with her hand, but Neuvilette is fast, and captures it in his own gloved hand. He takes her knuckles to his mouth, and presses reverent kisses. Furina feels her heart skip a beat, the heat rising up her neck. A perfect gentleman, just as she knew he would be. Just as she pictured he would be, despite her broken memories.
There is a soft knocking sound as Neuvilette leans his cane against the wooden table, taking his other hand to hold Furina's as well. His kisses are reverent, and Furina feels her heart soar.
“My lady, I missed you so dearly. I did not know the extent of your memory loss, and thus, kept my distance from you.” He confides, eyes open and staring into hers. “These have been the longest weeks of my long, long existance.”
Furina feels her brows twith in confusion. Long? Sure, he was older than her, but it could not have been by much.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting...” She says, and Neuvilette shakes his head minutely, as if to say she did not need to apologize. His hands lowered then, and finally let go of hers. He takes a tentative step forward, but hesitates. There, in his usual statuesque visage, a hint of doubt.
Furina would not have it. This moment felt magical, like the ones in the many books and plays she had read over the years. So she crossed the gap between them, throwing her arms onto him, laying on his chest. He, as she expected, holds her weight effortlessly, and wraps his arms around her smaller frame.
She leans her chin onto his chest, and Neuvilette looks down at her. Her fringe moves off her mismatched eye, and she feels the self concious urge to cover it again rise in her, but Neuvilette chooses the exact moment to lean down and press a reverent kiss to her forehead. It's gentle, almost unbearably so, but Furina finally feels as though the hole in her chest has finally been filled, and mended.
“...Neuvilette.” She sighs, watching as he moves his head back and tilts his head at her. “...Kiss me.”
The man seemed to quiver at her request, but it was an impression gone in a moment, as he reaches with his hand up, cupping her cheek with unimaginable tenderness, and presses their lips together. There, Furina found no stillwaters, but rather, a storm of passion, her own desire and yearning clashing with his violently. They kiss almost furiously, like the two of them are out of time, when truly, Furina feels as if time is all she has.
She feels his tongue invade her mouth, and archons, it's a long tongue. She keeps her eyes closed to allow herself to just feel, and her entire body starts tingling and burning for Neuvilette, wanting more, needing more.
Furina pushes Neuvilette back by her hands on his chest and he stumbles back until his lower back met the edge of the table. Something falls over but neither of them think to check, too busy memorizing the taste of one another to care. She wants to feel him everywhere, all over inside her mouth, inside her whole body. The fire consuming her makes her clit throb, and she feels herself twitch.
She opens her eyes and pants quietly, Neuvilette looking just as wrecked as she felt, but with significantly less of a flush. His pupils were dilated, and so she reaches with both hands to untie his cravat.
Neuvilette only then seems to snap out from his fog of desire, grabbing Furina's hand. “Furina. Are you sure...”
“Positive, come on.” She cuts him off quickly, tugging his cravat despite the hand holding her back. “I want you - I don't know how could I have forgotten about you, about us , but Archons, Neuvilette, I don't wish to waste a moment more — Now get this...thing...off!”
Neuvilette seems to hesitate for a moment more, but gives in to the look in his lover's eyes. He moves quickly, taking off the cravat and setting it down on the table. Furina grins, euphoric, taking the victory for what it was - a step towards her ultimate goal.
She then starts undoing his shirt's buttons, and Neuvilette gently removes the hat from her head, also setting it down on the table. Furina moves with laser focus, and only when she can see that sculpted torso she would focus on herself.
As she finally exposed Neuvilette's pale stomach to light, she does a double take.
It seemed that, on some odd patches of skin, Neuvilette had...odd bumps? No, that was not right. It was more like...an odd texture, and tinted blue.
She tries to not look too confused by it as she lets go of him to focus on removing her own clothes. She tries to go through her hazy memories once more, trying desperately to find any record of Neuvilete having a skin condition.
As she got rid of her jacket, letting it drop to the floor, Neuvilette was now bare on the top half, except for his gloves. His hair was disheveled, and some loose white hairs fell over his face. Furina's heart throbbed again. He was so ridiculously handsome. And she knew that Neuvilette would never expose her to anything dangerous. If the rash he had on his chest was contagious, he wouldn't expose himself like so. There was nothing to worry about.
She opens her blouse as she kicks her boots off, and does quick work of shoving her shorts down her legs, stepping out of them quickly. Neuvilette did not let her remove her socks or panties, choosing to, instead, grab her by the waist and lift her up almost effortlessly, turning around and placing her down atop the wooden surface.
Furina reaches for him then, and the Iudex kisses her heatedly, his hand smoothing over the small roundness of her pert breast, the feeling of the expensive cotton on her nipple bringing out a soft cry from her throat, parting the kiss. He takes note of it, studious as usual, and gives Furina small, biting pecks, while his thumbs massaged her soft nipples into hardness. Furina's chest heaved with her increasingly heavier breaths, and she arched into his touch desperately, linking her hands around his nape.
“Please, please - Neuvilette, please—” She whines, tugging onto his long hair, driving him to hiss against her lips. “Now, right now, I need- I need—” She could barely bring herself to finish her thought, choosing instead to move one hand down to grab at his bulge, hard inside his slacks. She forgets to breathe - huge . If what she was feeling was right, Neuvilette had an incredibly long and heavy dick, and she could barely contain her shivers of anticipation, heat and wetness accumulating on the seat of her panties.
Neuvilette moans at the touch, and he claims Furina's mouth again, his hands moving from her chest to undo the buttons of his slacks. The kiss was short lived but just as electrifying, and Furina dazedly parted it, slowly falling back on the desk.
Neuvilette eyes her like he could consume her, like Furina was not only his lover but also his feast to devour.
Furina bites her lower lip in an excited smile, and reaches down to tug her panties to the side, too excited to get up and take them off properly. She bites at the tip of her gloved finger, removing one of her gloves to dip her fingertips onto the slick already glistening her folds.
“Ah...” She murmurs and Neuvilette pauses, his hand inside his pants, his nostrils flaring, that look of hunger written all over him. Furina groans.
“ Neuvilette , don't you dare stop!” She moans, tugging her panties so harshly she felt the lace scrape painfully on her inner thigh. “ No matter what , don't you dare stop! Please...! I need you...”
Neuvilette has a moment of pause to admire her exposing herself. He clears his throat, the first semblance of embarrassment on his face.
“N...no matter what, my lady...?” He questions, and Furina bites her lower lip, further spreading her legs. She could see how much he was holding back, and felt herself swoon a little internally - the Iudex always a perfect gentleman. No one could blame her if she wanted to play up the part of the seductress that broke the face of Justice. Making sure that her best assets were showing, she smiles, and purrs.
“You heard me. No matter what. Now take me.”
It seemed that it was all Neuvilette needed to be spurred into action. His hand tugged out of his pants, his dick-
Furina blinks.
Dicks . Plural.
And they were blue .
“W-wh-' She tries formulating a question but there's a hand on her thigh, spreading her wider than she had made herself. Her mind races, suddenly hyperaware of her situation. Neuvilette had two dicks. That couldn't be normal.
“N-Neuvilette, I don't think-” She whimpers, trying to scoot back on the table, but Neuvilette pulled her back close to him. Her hand lets go of her panties, but Neuvilette has a newfound glint on his eyes, and he lifts his gloved hand to his mouth, a row of incredibly sharp teeth showing. He rips the glove off his hand and Furina gasps. The fingers were all blue. From them, long nails grew and curved downward, like claws.
She had never seen anything like it. Suddenly, all the heat she had been feeling before vanished. The room now was cold, and she could feel every slight movement echoed as a breeze on her body.
“No-no no no Neuvilette, stop—” Furina pleaded desperately, and squealed as those clawed fingers came down to her panties. She tries to close her legs, but they stay where they are - Neuvilette's grasp on her thigh too strong. He rips the lace fabric with his claws, and Furina feels tears well up on her eyes. “ Stop ...!”
This wasn't right. She could barely remember her moments with Neuvilette before her amnesiac condition, but she knew, deep in her gut, that this was wrong . That her lover was fully human, in appearance and physiology.
This was a mistake.
Tears spill from her eyes, gathering on her thick eyelashes, as she tries, once again, scooting away. Neuvilette looks at her and she gasps - the sclera of his eyes were a deep blue, and the iris a startling glowing white.
He barely looked like himself anymore. Whoever he was now, it wasn't the lover she thought she had. Perhaps her muddled mind had projected Neuvilette's face onto that of her lover.
Neuvilette covered her small body with his own, and a startling rumble vibrated from his chest down to hers, and she squirmed under him, whimpering for mercy. But the monstrous Iudex paid her no mind, and she felt the head of one of his unnatural cocks push through her labia, and she cries out when she feels the girth of the second one rub over her clit. She had lost almost all arousal in her fear of his appearance and the realization of her mistake, but Neuvilette was pushing inside relentlessly, and rubbing her at the same time. The pleasure assaulted her senses and she arches her back from the table, feeling impossibly full.
“Ah...ah ah-” She cries out in aborted little moans, still trying to crawl away but now with less strength. “Neuvilette...!” She gasps breathlessly as he finally stops pushing in, and she goes still, chest bouncing with how fast she was breathing.
“My beloved...” Neuvilette growls above her, an unnatural purr added to his normal voice. He leans down and a long blue tongue snakes out to lick a long stripe from her tit to her face. Furina squeezes down on Neuvilette as she squirms away from it, only to gasp at the tightness.
Neuvilette draws his hips back and he thrusts back inside in a fluid motion. Furina moans at the drag inside and outside, her clit going back to its throbbing arousal.
“Fuck! No no no, Neuvilette, plea-” She tried once again, the tears making pearly tracks on her pale face, only for him to slam inside again, effectively choking her silent. Every slam in was a shockwave sent through her organs, and every drag of his second cockhead against her clit a shockwave through her skin. She was trapped in torture of pleasure, and there was no way out.
He pants above her, his bizarre, inhuman eyes regarding her with utmost devotion. His hips pistoned mercilessly and every noise coming out of her now was like a choked hiccup. Furina felt like she was a doll, being fucked silly on the Iudex's office.
“I love you...I love you so much my lady...my morning dew, my sea foam goddess...” He waxes praise for her, each thrust getting harder, now dragging the heavy wooden table with them. The lamp on his desk danced and collapsed beside Furina, one of the facets of glass that made it cracking. Papers slid and flew off, and a pen rolled off its resting crevice and onto the floor. The table groaned with every motion, and the noises all around them were unmistakable.
Furina felt the shame and embarrassment of being heard from outside the office wash over her, and she turns her head to the side, tears falling steady as she tries to not look, tries to will herself to believe this wasn't happening, that it was her real lover with her, not whatever Neuvilette was.
Neuvilette's hips snap with every thrust, his balls slapping against her, and the precum coming out of his second dick made the glide over her clit much more smooth. There was no way to fight with the rising wave of pleasure - the way she felt about all of this overtaken, and she screams as she comes, the frottage never stopping.
“ Ough , Neuv...” She tries to speak, but Neuvilette just kept going, pushing her onto overstimulation territory. She feels herself convulse around him and Neuvilette lowers his head between her tits, and growls, the sound feral and inhuman. He snaps his hips a couple more times, bordering on painful, until he groans loudly against her skin, his dicks twitching and spilling, both inside her, and outside.
The sticky mess between their bodies was overwhelming her, and she couldn't hold back the crying whimpers. She felt filthy, and worse, like a fool. This wasn't anything like she had remembered... or at least imagined .
A sharp pain on her chest interrupts her self loathing train of thought and she yelps, wide eyes looking down to see Neuvilette's mouth leaving her. A perfect circle of round puncture marks stares back at her, a bite mark stained red with fresh blood, his claim on her body. She panted anxiously, and Neuvilette's blue tongue was out again, lapping at her. She winces and contracts around him, crying out loudly.
The Iudex exhales quietly, and presses a blood tasting kiss to her pursed lips. He regards her lovingly.
“I love you, Furina...Let us not be apart ever again.” He pleaded quietly, and Furina whimpered, screwing her eyes shut. She suddenly felt that there was no way out of this whirpool. As he continued pressing the gentlest, most loving kisses to her skin, she whimpered and sniffled, trying to stop her tears. Perhaps...perhaps she could grow to love this man-shaped creature she thought she knew.
If she could find it in herself to forget all of this happened.