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The words are whispered with a dripping allure into her ear. Have Mumei shivering as she slaps a cupped hand over her furiously flushing ear from the manner in which they startle her.
Head whipping around to look directly into serious, vibrant stars that bore straight through her.
“S-Sana…?”
“You heard me, little birdie. Next week. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll have everything prepared by then.”
Mumei swallows harshly at the way Sana’s voice dips, low and sensual. Taken aback at the reminder of just how capable Sana truly is at rendering them all to their knees when she truly wished to.
So used to her peppy demeanor and tone that when she talks to her, well… like this, it’s always a welcome surprise.
The guardian nods, a little dazed. “Y-yeah. Got it.”
Sana hums, pleased.
Head pulling back and giving Mumei space. Face relaxing into her easy-going grin in an instant. No traces of her previous attitude in sight.
(It’s a little fascinating, to Mumei, just how easily Sana is able to switch between being so captivating in different ways.)
“Good! I’ll let you get back to your lunch then, Meimei!” Sana cheerily quips before locking eyes with a passing Kronii and skipping her way over to her. Laughing and talking the warden’s ear off as soon as she drapes herself over a strong, broad shoulder.
Mumei’s owlish gaze tracking the way the two disappear down one of the hallways. Not looking back down at her half-eaten plate of salmon fried rice until the sounds of their voices become inaudible to her.
Mindless in the manner in which she pushes her food around the plate.
Hunger no longer at the forefront of her mind. Or, rather, not a hunger that was entirely focused on food.
Instead it’s one that makes her cheeks light up with an unbidden pink flush and makes her entire face heat up. Head dizzy.
Thoughts already entirely consumed by Sana’s obvious intentions for next week. Huffing a little as she decides to head straight back to wrapping up her civilization duties for the day so she could properly schedule everything else she needed to do in order to comply with Sana’s demands of her.
Food first, Mumei reminds herself. Quickly shoveling rice, fish, and vegetables into her mouth. Chewing fast enough that if Fauna were present she would surely be scolded for it.
Polishing off her meal in record time as Sana’s words continue echoing in her mind.
“I convinced Fauna. Four days in her cottage next week… I’m making sure to keep my promise to you, puppy.”
Sana makes no mention of it again during the next few days that Mumei has to wonder if her partner had somehow forgotten along the way.
She hadn’t. Not in the least.
And as Mumei is gently shaken awake in the early hours of the morning, she blearily makes a mental note to never doubt her space girl’s incredible memory and faithfulness to every promise she makes.
So out of it is she, that Mumei allows Sana to help her change. Yawning as Sana giggles at the way she tiredly sways in place. Easily following along when she’s asked to step into her bottoms and lift her arms up to have a shirt tugged onto her.
They’re loose clothes. Cottony soft against her small frame. The sleeves of the shirt fluttering around her arms. Toned thighs lost within the confines of gray baggy shorts.
Chosen with the intention to be pulled off with ease.
Fauna’s velvety voice comes from outside her room.
Asking how much longer until they’re ready to leave. She uses ‘we’ which has Mumei making a small noise of confusion from the back of her throat. Forgotten as she’s quickly ushered into her small bathroom by Sana; left alone inside to finish getting ready. Languid movements as she brushes her teeth and washes her face.
More awake by the end of it from the water’s chill as she steps out to see Sana and Fauna conversing while sitting at the edge of her bed.
“Good morning,” Mumei greets. Voice still gravelly with sleep. She clears her throat— in that exaggerated way that she knows her partners find amusement in. Cutely sticks her tongue out with a quiet, “Bleh.”
And sure enough her actions bring out laughs from them both as they push themselves away from the bed.
Fauna tousles messy, tawny hair— brushed through quickly enough to only get the larger knots out; somehow remaining soft to the touch despite it. “Good morning, love. Ready to go?”
“You’re coming with?” Mumei questions. Rubbing away the remnants of tiredness from her eyes with the heel of her palm.
Butting against Sana’s hand when it softly taps the top of her head.
“Faufau is gonna be… helping us these next few days. Don’t want you giving out on me before the four days are up,” Sana explains, register dropping and doing that thing again that makes Mumei’s tummy twist in anticipation. “I promised, right? I’m gonna make sure your body remembers.”
Mumei nearly stumbles back at the outright admission.
“I— you—!”
Fauna rolls her eyes, darting a steady hand out to keep Mumei from stepping back and possibly tripping on her own two feet. “Save the sweet talk for once we’re at the cottage. Allow me a moment to remind the others of when we shall return home. You two can head out to set up to portal there in the meantime, if you so wish.”
Sana’s head bobs with a with grin. “We’ll wait for you outside, Faufau!”
“Um, yeah,” Mumei mumbles as Sana latches onto her wrist and eagerly tugs her out of the room.
Chancing a glance back for the briefest of moments. And feeling a chill run up her spine at the expression she discovers across Fauna’s face.
Unable to properly decipher the deep fervency she had seen. Feet stumbling over one another with Sana’s tight grip leading her forward.
Mumei bites her bottom lip as she focuses her efforts on keeping up with Sana’s brisk pace.
Realizing now that she was about to spend the next four days stuck in Fauna’s cottage with Fauna herself and Sana. (One who has a glaring streak of possessiveness and the other who is arguably the neediest of the six of them.) And knowing more or less what Sana has in store for her, Mumei just knows that she’s not coming out of this without lots and lots of time needed by the end of it to simply rest.
And be pampered thoroughly by her girlfriends, of course.
Both, the time she’ll be spending in bed with them and the moments afterward, activities that Mumei finds herself looking forward to. Very much so.
It’s immediate, the time it takes between stepping through the portal Sana manifests and shoes touching down on freshly dew-kissed grass. Space easily dispelling the portal with a lazy wave of her hand to prevent any stray creatures from entering or leaving Fauna’s domain.
The kirin strolling ahead of them to unlock the door.
Mumei and Sana following behind her. The owl’s back uncharacteristically straight as Sana’s warm palm rests on the small of her back, guiding her past Fauna and further into the cottage. Through the long hallway. And right into a familiar room.
The guardian’s own room.
It had been a couple of months since Mumei had even stepped foot in Fauna’s cottage. After they had all moved into the abandoned manor that everyone had pitched in to help renovate, Mumei would really only stop by Fauna and her’s smaller cottage when she was coming back from a longer expedition later in the day. Preferring to freshen up and rest for a bit in a more solitary space so she could return to her beloveds in a far brighter state come the following morning.
And yet, as Sana cracks the door open and ushers her inside, one of the first things Mumei notes is the fact that the room smells delightfully of freshly bloomed flowers; gardenias and lilacs. Vines and stems curling up and dancing beautifully along curtain rods and her bed frame. The sheets seem to have been recently swapped out with newly washed bedding. Perfectly laid out. Only sheets; a blanket folded up and set to the side.
(Bed ready to be made a complete mess of by the end of today.)
The windows look clear and especially see-through. Not a speck of dust to be found.
For that, Mumei breathes a heavy sigh of relief. It may have been a bit of a downer on Sana’s plans if Mumei had spent the better part of their time together dealing with annoying dust allergies.
Though Mumei does make it a point to herself to stop by more often to give her room a basic cleaning, at the very least. It wouldn’t have been as pleasant to arrive here exhausted from her travels to then, on top of that, deal with the dust and dirt.
Maybe check to make sure she had some extra allergy medicine in the cabinets somewhere too. Fauna didn’t need them— mother of Nature that she is, resilient to it’s every whims— but Mumei certainly did.
Mumei isn’t given much more time to observe the rest of her room.
The bed is where Sana ultimately leads her to.
Stepping onto the elevated half of the large room. Where Mumei’s built sleeping area takes up nearly half of that. The bed large enough to fit three people comfortably. Although perhaps the frame itself is a bit… silly in it’s design.
Fitting of that name that she so adores being called.
Her actual name scrawled across the wooden sign nailed in high above.
Taller concept holding Mumei’s hand as the owl takes the two small steps to sit on the edge of her bed, mattress dipping beneath the weight. A bright smile on Sana’s face, freckled stars floating across her cheeks, as she dips her head to gift a small kiss to Mumei’s forehead, brushing away messy bangs to the side for the moment.
“I need to talk to Fauna for a sec, alright?” Sana takes a couple of steps back. Points at the stand beside the bed. Making Mumei aware of the small ceramic dessert plate containing two blueberry cookies that she hadn’t caught sight of before. “We prepared that for you. Be a good girl and finish it before I get back, yeah?”
Mumei gulps. Mouth dry.
Knowing instantly what else has been baked inside those cookies— or rather, imbued into the blueberries themself. Has ingested similar ones in the past. And quite enjoyed it’s effects and what comes of them.
Mumei nods, shyly.
Ducking her head in abashment when Sana coos out a saccharine sweet ‘good puppy’ before hopping off the elevated floor with a giggle. Stepping out of the room. The click of the door as she pulls it shut behind her muffled in Mumei’s ears.
Sight trained intently on the small treats. Oh so conveniently shaped like cartoony bones.
The mild wave of shame rippling through her isn’t enough to deter Mumei from reaching out to pluck one of them off the plate. Teeth cleanly sinking through half of the soft cookie. Nose wrinkling at the small crumbles that threaten to land on her bed. Hand darting out, palm up, to catch them before they do.
Despite their intended purpose, Mumei still savors the taste. Tasting almost exactly like a well baked blueberry-lemon cookie from one of the most renowned bakeries she’s visited in the past. Still warm and gooey and chewy.
Unlike the cookies from a bakery, however, there’s a special extra sweetness added to it. One that sticks like a thick coating on her tongue and throat as she swallows down the mouthful. Has her senses tingling in a near instant— less so from the effects working so quick but rather the knowledge of what Mumei knows is to come.
The taste reminding her of her kirin.
Of a certain time of the year when those flowers in her hair would expel a unique form of pollen that would fill Mumei’s mind with nothing more than the strongly compelling urge to take care of her partner’s every need. Do whatever was asked of her.
Anything to gratify her kirin’s needs.
It’s more diluted here. Both due to it still being some time away from Fauna’s next cycle as well as having been incorporated into the treat through baking. But they would serve their purpose nonetheless.
Tilting her head back, Mumei lifts her hand and allows the crumbles to fall into her mouth. Humming as she wipes her lips of any that had gotten stuck there by the small sheen of saliva.
Taking her time to finish the rest of that first cookie. And then the second.
Patiently waiting for Sana to return.
And for the effects to kick in.
Feet swaying back and forth in opposing directions, calves lightly smacking against the bottom edge of her wooden frame as Mumei lolls her head back to stare at the ceiling of the bed frame.
The one which completed the look of it being a dog house rather than having gone with Fauna’s initial idea of a nice princess canopy. (That kind of look suited her kirin and nephilim far more, if Mumei was being honest. Much preferring what she had gone with— even if, like now, it was occasionally used to enhance a more intimate form of play with her partners.)
Feeling the way her cheeks slowly start to heat up despite the fact that, without Sana here to tease her, her body was beginning to relax more and more. Mind growing hazier as Mumei idly traces the lines between the wooden planks row by row with her eyes. Picking out the knots in the wood and where some of the stain had started to dull and chip.
She should touch it up sometime.
Still mentally there but allowing the effects of Fauna’s doing to run their course through her system. A faint tingling sensation that starts in her chest slowly traveling through the rest of her; makes the tips of fingers tingle like static.
Not yet fed into properly without Sana by her side. Needing the body warmth and touch of her partner to truly allow it to affect her.
Body slowly slumping back on her forearms. To the point where her shorter hair was brushing against silk sheets.
It’s how Sana returns to find her.
Smirking as she closes the door. Steps slow and eyebrow lazily cocked as she approaches Mumei’s bed.
Hands reaching up to brace herself on the lowest part of the top of the bed frame ceiling. Looking down at Mumei with a strange blend of indifference and hunger on her expression. (As if, despite the face she was trying to put on for the sake of her role this time, her own needs were shining through all the same.)
“Hey there, puppy.”
“Sana…” Mumei blinks indolently up at the taller woman. A wide smile casting over her face. “Is Fauna also…”
She leaves the rest of her thought unsaid.
A fact which has Sana thoughtfully pursing her lips. Looking as if to admonish her lightly for it but thinking better of it after a moment. Being merciful enough to answer Mumei anyways.
“She’s gonna be tending to a few things around the house. I told you, puppy. I’m gonna make it so that you won’t feel full again unless it’s me. Faufau is here to make sure you don’t break before that.”
Mumei shivers at the way Sana puts extra emphasis on ‘break’. At the promise laced there.
Do it, she wants to demand. Use me. Break me.
But there’s time for that still.
And Sana proves as much with the gentle manner in which she removes a hand from the frame, resting it on one of Mumei’s thighs instead. Thumb slowly rubbing the plush skin where the bottom of her shorts end.
It’s a tender touch, regardless of what comes next. And yet Mumei feels it burn against her skin.
Already feeding into a more primal part of her.
She’s going to need more. Not just yet, but soon enough.
Luckily Sana doesn’t dwell on simply this much. Removing her hand from Mumei and dropping her other arm as she straightens her back.
“Scooch over, puppy,” Sana orders.
Mumei wondering for the briefest of seconds if she should tease Sana back a bit by being defiant. Ultimately deciding to leave that for later as well.
She would be good for Sana.
At least for now.
A bit awkwardly maneuvering herself with her feet still over the side of the bed and her forearms. Keeping her comfortable position as Sana moves to sit beside her.
Losing it in seconds as Sana roughly shoves against her shoulder, forcing Mumei to lie fully on her back. Both of their legs still over the side of the bed as Sana handles her upper body to half hover over Mumei.
Wide amber stares into darkened yellow.
“Oh, hi,” Mumei whispers into the tiny space between them. Knows her blueberry sweetened breath spans over Sana’s face.
Is far from surprised as she picks up the equally as sweet scent of bananas and strawberries when Sana replies back. But Mumei knows it comes from the sweet breakfast muffins that had been lying in the shared kitchen back home rather than what had been given to her.
Sana’s impressive stamina not requiring any extra help just yet.
“Puppy,” Sana whispers back. “How’re you feeling?”
“Floaty.”
Sana huffs amusedly. Nods and says, “Sounds about right. Faufau’s stuff is pretty effective, huh?” She gives an airy hum, leaning her head back a bit. “Wonder if it works to keep you nice and obedient like the good puppy you should be too.”
Mumei’s answer to that is cutely sticking her tongue out.
A gesture meant to teasingly mock Sana. A gesture that completely backfires on her seconds later.
Noting the way Sana’s eyes zero in on the offending appendage. Fuzzy brain too slow in registering what comes next.
Eyes widening as a large thumb presses against her tongue. Enough duress behind the action that it aches a bit when her bottom teeth dig into the underside.
Instinctually pulling her tongue back into her mouth, wincing as her body registers the pain accompanying the scraping of teeth.
Sana’s eyes flash something fierce.
A clipped, “Bad puppy,” muttered under her breath before her hand darts out.
Grasping Mumei’s face with enough pressure into her cheeks to force her mouth open. Sana studying the confusion and shock in Mumei’s eyes for a moment before focusing down lower. Thumb pressing down harshly the entire slow path down her cheek and towards her mouth. Finger pad massaging the bottom lip.
Sana’s own tongue unconsciously darting out to swipe over her own at the sight.
Observing the way Mumei’s face flushes further, no longer by the effects of Fauna’s doing alone. Smirking as she dips her thumb into her mouth. Sinks it into the warm and wet muscle nestled inside.
Feels the heated breath of Mumei’s startled gasp at the intrusion.
Without really thinking, Mumei tries a very slight push back against the foreign finger which only serves to make Sana press down with more intent. Has Mumei nearly gagging around Sana’s thumb. Eyes clenching shut at the feeling.
Manages to hear Sana’s noise of curiosity as her thumb seemingly sets on exploring as much of Mumei’s tongue as she can.
Sana delighting in the small choked noises coming from Mumei’s throat. Feeling the exact moments as each swallow in an attempt to prevent from gagging has the wet muscle gliding beneath her touch.
Still, Sana clicks her tongue and in an unamused voice scoffs, “You can’t even handle this much? How do you plan on taking my cock like this?”
Mumei squeaks, eyes flying open; taken aback. Cheeks a deep red by now.
It’s different! Mumei wants, but isn’t allowed, to argue. I wasn’t expecting you to pull this at all!
But… that’s the exciting part of all this, the guardian has to admit.
Has her imagining that instead of Sana’s thumb, it was something else being forced into her mouth— working itself inside of her with no care for Mumei’s own need to breathe.
A mental image that leaves her choking on a whimper as Sana makes her next demand, unable to do anything else but obey.
“Close your mouth and suck, puppy.”
Mumei stares into lust-overtaken yellow and does as asked.
Lips curving around the knuckle. Cheeks sinking as she lightly suckles on Sana’s thumb, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Watching the way Sana’s expression falters for a split second, dazed. Her moment of weakness there and gone in an instant.
Feels when Sana relaxes her hand and allows Mumei to swipe her tongue completely around her thumb. Lazily going from small licks and gentle scrapes of her teeth to sucking on it.
Whines when Sana pulls back her thumb; flicks the underside of her tongue with her fingernail before running the pad over teeth. A thin line of saliva snapping between them as Sana slips in her pointer finger next.
Demanding of Mumei to repeat the motions.
Which Mumei gladly acquiesces.
Body steadily heating up more and more as her mind gets hazier and hazier. Focusing on nothing more than lathering the fingers in her mouth with her full attention.
Eyes drifting shut at some point. The image of striking yellow staring intensely down at her embedded into the backs of her eyelids.
Relishing in the small gasps and breathy groans that accidentally escape between Sana’s lips every so often. Knowing she’s doing a good job from the burning heat that’s begun pressing itself against her hip.
Mumei releases the two fingers that Sana had been using to explore her mouth with a wet pop.
Sighing deeply as the slickened fingers drag down her jaw. Following the curve of the muscles in her neck. Knuckles bumping against her clavicle and tugging on the collar of her shirt.
Sana grunts as she readjusts herself for a moment. Hand sneaking in from beneath Mumei’s shirt instead. Drying fingers leaving the barest sensation of wetness as they traverse over her tensing tummy.
Higher and higher, Sana caresses.
Cupping one of her breasts, nothing else in her way when she had purposefully dressed Mumei so. Kneading it within her hand as her mouth takes her fingers’ previous job— tongue slipping into Mumei’s mouth with ease; shoving it as deep as she can and inwardly preening when Mumei chokes out a little noise.
Pinching and flicking the rapidly stiffening nipple.
Hand constantly moving.
Going back to feel out each individual rib. Sinks into the dips of her hips and traces her belly button; Mumei being especially squirmy beneath her during the latter.
Large hands exploring with greed.
Applying enough pressure to teeter the line between soft and bruising. Having full control over her own strength after so many years, translating over to the bedroom in varying levels based on each of her girls.
With Mumei she’s learned to leave behind marks when possible. But, still, Sana wishes to take her time while she can.
Giving Mumei a more caring experience before she goes all out.
Shows it in the way her hand leaves Mumei’s other breast— giving Mumei some reprieve after leaving her completely breathless, shining yellow awed at the way she sees her chest heave beneath the thin material of her cotton shirt— and continuing further down.
Sneaking beneath her shorts, where she once again finds no other barriers— remembering her earlier morning realization of oh, she shaved for this; Mumei was looking forward to this (even if, in all honesty, Sana would have just as happily enjoyed the usual trimmed bush that the guardian usually kept)— and begins massaging a thigh. Right next to the pulsing heat between Mumei’s legs.
Mouthing against Mumei’s neck. Nosing against the thumping pulse and not going beyond light nips and nibbles.
“Please.” Mumei whimpers. Hands balling around a fistful of her sheets. The effects of Fauna’s pheromone-laced fruits making her all too aware of the need below her tummy. Curling and licking like a flame within her. “T-touch… touch me.”
Sana’s entertained response is muffled against her burning skin.
Is followed soon after by a shift of her hand. Cupping over her heated cunt.
Unhurried in the manner in which her whole palm rubs against Mumei. Giving the guardian the barest sensation of relief.
Hips jerking into the hand in hopes of getting more out of it.
Whimpering at the laugh Sana breathes into her neck.
“I know. Trust me and let me enjoy you like this for a while.” Sana murmurs. Hand resting a little higher, fingers lightly stroking Mumei’s sex. Already being steadily coated in her natural lubricant.
She wouldn’t penetrate Mumei. Not quite yet.
Instead switching back and forth between slow strokes of her labia before focusing on rubbing gentle circles around her clit. Allowing all the tiny, needy noises leaking from Mumei to help guide them both to a pleasurable orgasm for the younger concept.
Randomly changing how fast or slow she rubs against her heat to listen to the different blissful sounds her owl makes.
Mumei losing herself in the sparks of pleasure that come with each touch. Other arm loosely draping over Sana’s shoulder.
Sana taking Mumei’s eventual rutting against her hand as her cue to speed up. Her constantly leaking cunt providing all the ease she needs to furiously rub up and down.
Gasps and moans shaking the entirety of Mumei’s small frame. Legs kicking over the edge of the bed; her calves butting against the frame.
Pulls back from focusing her mouth’s attention along Mumei’s shoulder when she feels Mumei’s free hand tug the back of her neck. Readily seeking her out and granting her little owl what she wants.
Circling over Mumei’s aching clit with swift swipes of her thumb.
Mumei’s groans filtering into her mouth as lithe hips twitch beneath her hand. A gush of wetness staining the guardian’s shorts and sheets.
Not stopping until Mumei’s body instinctively pulls away from her touch. The threat of overstimulation so soon reminding Mumei of what’s to come.
Sana pulls away entirely off of Mumei with a satisfied keen.
Hungrily roaming over her partner’s blissful state. Lidded amber looking up at her with a messy mix of lust and love. Chest hidden beneath a rumpled shirt shaking with every breath. Shorts pulled down disheveledly from where they should be resting on the divots of her hips, revealing the barest hint of pink and streaking wetness.
Fuck.
Sana shakes her head, clears her thoughts a little. There’s still much to go and she plans to savor her owl fully.
First, however…
“Open your mouth,” Sana commands.
Mumei’s jaw lowers, not thinking twice when Sana shoves her fingers inside before wrapping her lips around them and sucking them clean; tongue lashing around them with motions she had done not long ago. Only recognizing her own taste too late.
Too used to this sort of thing happening at this point with Fauna and Kronii to bother complaining.
Cleaning off each finger one by one.
Smiling up at Sana when the other concept removes her hand once more to pull at her shirt.
“Good puppies don’t wear clothes,” Sana rumbles, tone laden with want. “Strip.”
Mumei blinks slowly, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as the words register in her scrambled mind. Nodding once as she pushes herself up with heavy limbs.
Unceremoniously shucking off her shirt and kicking off her drenched through shorts. Lost somewhere to the wooden floor.
Turning back to Sana and catching the way her hands retreat from beneath the pillows at the head of her bed. A brief flash of metal that catches her attention. Opening her mouth to question it and receiving the sudden taste of Sana on her tongue.
Moans at the fierce kiss from her partner. Being pushed onto her back once more. Dragged further up the bed until she’s lying in the middle of it.
Mouth and body going slack as she submits herself to the larger concept.
Making a small noise of confusion when Sana parts from her far sooner than Mumei expected her to. Large hands brushing over her neck, something cold and thick covering it.
A biting chill of metal and the sound of a buckle. The jingling of tags.
Mumei recognizes it well.
Although it was usually daintier hands and honeyed praises that accompany it’s attaching around her no longer bare neck.
Sana fiddles with the buckle.
Voice softening for a moment when she asks, “It’s not too tight, right?”
Mumei shakes her head with a quiet chuckle. “No. It’s tight enough to stay in place but loose enough you’ll be able to pull on it later.”
She hums as she feels out the small metal tags attached to the thick, teal collar. Finding only the feather shaped one with her own name and another circular one that reads simply ‘good girl’.
There’s one missing.
A golden apple with her owner’s name spelled out, engraved in the metal; stating her Fauna’s pet.
Makes sense, Mumei thinks. I’m Sana’s today and for the next few days, it seems.
Although she has yet to see if Sana is capable of being as good an owner to her as Fauna.
“Did you get me a tag with your name?” Mumei asks with a sweet tone.
Sana’s chest rumbles with a laugh. Taller frame climbing over Mumei’s. Noses brushing together when she says, “I did. But you’ll have to be good and earn it first, puppy.”
“You’ll have to earn that yourself, Sa-na~” Mumei sing-songs, indulging in a little bit of teasing back. Arms wrapping behind Sana’s shoulders. “You have to learn to tame me first, don’t you know?”
Her words have their intended effect.
Round yellow eyes narrow dangerously. The hand that cups her jaw is an iron hold.
“You’ll regret those words, Mumei.”
“Try to make me regret them.” Mumei’s chest rattles with the taunt. Vocalizing with that what she wished to earlier. Break me.
Again and again until…
“All you’ll be able to remember is my name,” Sana growls out, low. An oath. “I hope you’re ready for that. Or, well,” Sana scoffs, squeezing down harder on Mumei’s face, “I don’t really care if you are at this point.”
She punctuates her point by roughly grabbing Mumei by the waist. Flipping her over with far too much ease; briefly knocking the wind out of the guardian. One hand shoving Mumei’s face into the mattress while the other leads her to lift her hips some.
Giving herself the space to work.
Mumei can’t see but she does hear the muffled drag of something across the sheets. Sana’s arm brushing against her body as she fumbles for a moment— the sound of a popping plastic cap letting the owl know exactly what was in her partner’s hand. Followed by a chill running up her spine as a cold, thick, slippery substance dribbles down the cleft of her ass.
Taking a deep breath, Mumei prepares herself to feel Sana’s fingers inside of her. Fingers that are quick to prod around her entrance, simply not the one Mumei had been expecting them to.
A shaky gasp rattling her chest as cautious but firm digits grind around her tight hole. The beginnings of a question cut off as a single lubed finger pushes in carefully; only down to the first knuckle.
Sana shushing her as she slowly pumps in a little further each time. A second finger soon joining the first. Twisting and spreading them apart to properly stretch out the smaller woman.
Grinning to herself and pulling out when the sounds coming out of Mumei are meant less so to ground herself and definitely more pleasure laced. The owl inadvertently whining at the loss.
Hand against her head leaving for a moment as Mumei hears Sana stretch to reach for something else, messing with the lube again and drizzling another small trickle of it over her skin before dropping it back into the sheets.
A brush of something ticklish against her legs— soft and furry. Polished surface of biting steel running small circles around her opening. Collecting the lube there for a few seconds, completely coating it’s surface, before beginning to push inside.
Mumei gasps at the thicker stretch.
Body snapping against Sana’s hold; more pressure applied to the back of her head to keep the smaller concept in place.
“Hold still,” Sana warns. Working in the plug with steady rolls of her wrist, trying to get the thickest part of it inside. “Almost there, puppy. Relax for me a little.”
Mumei tries.
Eyes clenching shut as she forces tense muscles in her abdomen and thighs to ease up somewhat. The preparation Sana had already done helping but it’s still an odd sensation nonetheless. Groaning when she feels the metal plug pop inside completely. Snug in place.
“That’s it, puppy,” Sana coos. Giving the plug a light tug and making Mumei’s legs shake at the feeling. “Now you look the part too.”
Oh, is that what this is?
The hand on her head retreats and Mumei is given the chance to glance back— cheek resting against the sheets— at what she already knows is hanging between her legs.
A medium-sized tail meant to resemble that of a dog or wolf. It’s shade of brown more saturated than her own hair, with the tip at the end deepening into a darker umber.
Accompanied with a dull sensation of fullness.
“Did you get me ears to match?”
“Not this time,” Sana answers. Hands busying themselves with generous handfuls of soft flesh. Jostling the tail plug inside of Mumei. “They’d just slip from your head anyways.” Being mostly patient as Mumei nods in understanding.
A patience that’s been slowly dwindling.
The throbbing heat between her legs that had been ignored until now all but begging to be tended to. And Sana knows exactly what she wants to appease that heat.
Sana taps against Mumei’s hip as she pulls back.
Voice muffled slightly as she tugs her shirt over her head.
Ordering her to sit up while she gets herself into a more comfortable position. Shorts and the cottony pair of boxers she had opted to wear today are both flung away. Using the pillows at the head of the bed to lean back against, half slumping as she settles in.
Erection on full display. Having been leaking thin, clear liquid for a long while now and throbbing almost painfully from lack of stimulation.
A problem to be taken care of soon enough.
Both palms tapping against strong thighs, signifying clearly to Mumei what she’s asking of her. The owl snapping out of her stupor; eyes having been trained keenly on what was standing proudly between Sana’s legs.
Crawling towards Sana and laying stomach down along the bed. Hands moving right below Sana’s, brushing against them. Hot breaths spanning over the length. Blowing softly on it once— subtly smirking as she watches it twitch— before resting her cheek against it, smiling up at Sana with a sense of innocence that certainly doesn’t match what she’s pressing up to and offering to do.
“Need me to take care of you, Sananana?”
“You will, yes,” Sana says plainly. The back of her hand stroking down the other side of Mumei’s face. Until her pointer finger rests beneath her owl’s chin. “Put that mouth to decent use, won’t you? You’ve been doing well enough until now. Maybe with this I might actually go as far enough as saying you’ve been good.”
Mumei perks up at that.
She had been teased with what good girls should or shouldn’t do until now. But she wants to hear the actual praise from Sana.
Craves it as badly as humans crave knowledge.
And Mumei knows exactly how to get what she wants.
Bats her eyelashes all innocent-like and presses harder against Sana’s cock. Voice airy and light, yet unable to fully mask her true desires.
“Can I?” she asks in a near whisper.
Delighting in the manner which Sana’s breath stutters. A second needed of the space girl before she asks Mumei to clarify. “Can you what, puppy?”
“Taste you,” Mumei husks out. Side of her nose trailing up to the tip. Amber glowing as she stares into darkened yellow. “Lick you. Swallow everything you give me. Please. Let me taste you.”
Sana’s throat bobs in a swallow.
A nod granted. “Go ahead, puppy.”
It’s all Mumei needs before dipping down and licking a thick stripe back up the entire length. The taste of Sana making her moan.
Mouth quick to latch onto Sana’s erection.
Suckling around it and spattering it with gentle kisses. Moving with experience. Touching Sana solely with her mouth at first, lips wrapping around her leaking tip and sucking. Tongue lashing at the thin slit there and savoring everything drop of precum she collects.
Sana’s breathing picks up. Labored and harsh as she huffs out cute little groans that make Mumei smile against her. The sounds sending a spark of arousal through her; slick leaking from her folds as she clenches around nothing.
Going back down towards the base and gently raking her teeth against the underside. Teeth blunt enough to not have to worry too much about any painful accidents.
One hand eventually leaving Sana’s thigh to join her efforts. Pumping the bottom of Sana’s cock as her mouth completely envelops past the tip. Head moving up and down in tandem with her hand. Or as close to it as she can, sometimes messing up the movement a little.
Sana throws her head back against the headboard as a loud moan is ripped from her throat. Hips bucking upwards into Mumei’s mouth.
It has Mumei gagging from the sudden push against the back of her throat, one eye squeezing shut as drool spills past her lips. A shaky sigh from her nose taken before astutely resuming her motions.
A mess puddling onto Sana’s lap but neither of them particularly mind. Wet sounds echoing in Mumei’s ears as she feels Sana pulse more and more within her mouth. The jumpy little thrusts she can’t seem hold back increasing with every minute.
When Mumei glances back up at her, she sees the way Sana’s eyes have closed tightly. Eyebrows twitching as she fully drowns herself in the feeling of Mumei’s mouth around her.
She’s close.
And like the good puppy she is, Mumei doubles her efforts to make Sana cum. Hand moving further down to carefully fondle her. Trying to take as much of the hard cock into her mouth as she possibly can.
Lips creating a tight seal around the tip the moment that first spurt of thick cum lands on her tongue.
Sana cursing and gasping out Mumei’s name as both hands latch onto the back of her head. Keeping her locked into place.
The owl readily swallowing as much as she’s able to. Nose scrunching up when she feels some of the white liquid dribble out the sides of her mouth, impossible to keep it all there. Not stopping until she notes the muscles of Sana’s abdomen have stopped spasming.
Releasing the tip and not requiring further instructions to clean up the mess she had made. Seeking out every last drop so as to not waste any of it.
Mouth a constant graze against Sana as she licks her partner clean; not caring too much about the risk of overstimulation when she knows that Sana thrives from it.
Especially given the way her erection hasn’t gone down at all. Still plenty more to give her.
Mumei licks her lips clean when she’s done. Looking up at Sana in wait of what she next has in store for her. The heat between her legs pulsing. Rubbing her thighs together for the barest hint of relief.
Pride brimming inside of her as she watches Sana regather her wits. Trilling as hands massage where they had pulled rather harshly on her scalp.
“Not a bad job, puppy.” Sana simpers. Chuckling when Mumei pouts rather adorably up at her. Such an oddly cute yet arousing contrast given she had just given the taller woman a blowjob. “Don’t worry, don’t worry! I’m sure you’ll do well enough to be my good girl soon enough! Here… why not present yourself to me? That sounds like a decent start, doesn’t it?” she asks matter-of-factly. Pointer finger cocking to the side as she smiles brightly.
Mumei grumbles beneath her breath but slides back onto her haunches in one smooth movement. Head tilting as she asks, “Right here or…?”
“Near the edge,” Sana clarifies. Pushing herself away from the pillows and off the side of the bed. Feet landing flat onto the pleasantly cool floor. Standing up fully and moving to pull open one of the drawers on the stand beside Mumei’s bed, rifling through it for a second. “It’ll give me a chance to use this too!”
Eyebrow raised, Mumei focuses most of her efforts towards shuffling into place. Understanding exactly what Sana had asked of her. Crawling on all fours so that her feet rested comfortably on the curved edge of the bed, knees bending and butt resting on her heels for the moment; grimacing a bit when she feels her own wetness glide onto her skin. Hands propping herself up closer to the middle of the bed.
“Use what?” the guardian asks. Parting her legs somewhat and tossing her head back to look over her shoulder. “Oh…”
There’s a leash in Sana’s hand. Material a softer nylon in comparison to the metal chain leash Fauna would use. Some noticeable stretch to it as Sana wraps the thicker handle of it once around the left closest bed post, tucking it over itself and tying it with a practiced knot. Where, if pulled on, it would catch on itself for a moment until a sharper tug would make it unravel entirely. The other end is waved side to side as Sana nudges the wrapped part a little higher up the post. Allowing her to bring the leash up to Mumei’s collar; mattress dipping as she rests her knee on it.
Multiple tiny snaps ringing out as the velcro is pulled apart and carefully looped through the ring of the collar. Pressed back together with enough pressure to keep it in place for movements with a decent amount of strength but easily pried apart if truly necessary.
The buckle of the collar, too, although metallic, is a quick release one rather than a flat buckle. Constantly checked thoroughly by Fauna both after and before every use to make sure it wouldn’t get stuck during those sessions of theirs.
All little precautions that they’ve adopted with time and experience. Applied to both Mumei herself and Sana, the latter who had clearly learned how to apply them as well now that she was in the kirin’s usual position.
(Had perhaps even been personally taught them in the past days. Through Fauna applying and explaining everything as she used them on Sana.
Mumei had caught a few marks on Sana that were familiar on her own skin when having fun with their kirin.)
The speaker nodding to herself in satisfaction as she hops off the bed and returns to the handle; giving it two harsh tugs to verify it would in fact come undone if necessary before redoing her work— this time ensuring to adjust the left over length properly. Making Mumei smile fondly at the action. Endlessly endeared by the gentleness of the woman with this, in spite of the harsher actions she’s able to lean towards as well. A nice balance of both, just right for Mumei.
Turning her attention to the leash itself, Mumei notes that there remains just enough give to it that she would be able to rest her head against the bed or move her head a few inches away but not much more than that. Truly being leashed in place, in such a vulnerable position, while Sana does what she will.
Mumei’s head swims at the thought. Wet arousal dripping from her folds.
Impatience buzzing like electricity beneath her skin.
But she’s not the only one, clearly. Sana quick to position herself standing behind the owl. Immediately bracing lithe hips and pulling them up a little higher. So the guardian was in line with the larger woman’s length.
Startling Mumei as, with all the casualness she has, Sana slaps the furry tail to rest on Mumei’s back before she runs two fingers through puffy folds. Wet and worked open enough already that she easily plunges them in. Mumei’s soaked insides greedily sucking them further into that heat.
Thrusting at a painfully slow pace as she asks Mumei, “Nothing’s hurting you, right? Need me to fix the tightness on the collar or leash?”
Mumei squirms. Croaking out, “N-no… everything is… nothing is too t-tight… ha…” between light pants. Fighting against the urge to rear her hips back into the motions. Wouldn’t be able to get more of Sana inside of her anyways; not with the bruising grip Sana’s other hand has on her.
“Good. That’s good,” Sana whispers. Pulling out her fingers for a few moments. Working on lubing them up as she speaks. “Okay, reminder, puppy… you gotta use your safe word the moment anything even remotely feels off, alright?” Cold fingers return. Methodical as they slide inside, wrist twisting as she spreads the slippery substance around. “Do you remember your safe word or do we need to think of another one?”
It’s difficult for Mumei to focus entirely on Sana’s words. Biting down a large number of embarrassing sounds before they escape her.
“Mm… sh-shopping cart. Or… or pinch twice if I can’t ta—unh!” Mumei’s head hangs forward as Sana scrapes her fingers against her walls when she pulls out again. Taking a deep breath to crack through the pheromone induced haze that’s washing over her again, fueled by Sana’s actions. “…if I can’t use my mouth.”
“Smart puppy,” Sana coos. Leaning back enough to allow herself the space she needs to wrap a hand around her cock. Using Mumei’s slick and even more lube to easily roll along the entire surface. Making sure it’s all properly covered as she lazily jerks herself off. An excessive amount of preparation, perhaps, but they’re not in the middle of the woods this time around. They can spare some extra time and supplies. “Hips up a little? Yeah… just like that.”
Mumei does as asked.
Sana enjoying the view of her owl’s ass and backside as she guides herself into Mumei’s cunt. Sighing in delight when the head slides in with ease. Feeling the shake of the small body, the tremors when Mumei moans, as she pushes in inch by inch. Watching as folds part around her thick length to fit it all inside.
Made all the easier by Fauna’s doing. The owl constantly leaking slick as a result of the kirin’s pheromones pumping through her system. Body nice and pliant for Sana to take as she sees fit.
Sawing hips back and forth as hot velvet walls pulse around her throbbing cock that works it’s way in. Leash constantly being pulled taut with every thrust; Mumei’s body pushed forward before being pulled back by Sana’s hands.
The noises coming from Mumei’s throat increasing as Sana fits half of her length inside. Gradually sinking in further with the additional help of Mumei’s own plentiful slick and the lube.
Arms threatening to give out as Sana rolls her hips just right. Leaves her trying to muffle her cry by biting her lip.
Sana tuts disapprovingly when she realizes.
“Bad puppy. I want to hear you. Don’t try to hide those pretty sounds from me.” The taller concept grunts as she slides in another fraction. One hand leaving Mumei to latch onto the leash, a few inches away from the collar. Giving a sharp tug and forcing Mumei’s head to snap up; her gasp coming out choked. Instantly loosening it again so Mumei could breathe, but keeping her grip on the leash regardless. “Like that. Head up, puppy.”
Picking up her pace as Mumei’s moans and sighs are panted freely into the vastness of the room. The drag of fluttering walls driving her more than just a little insane.
Let me hear you. Everything. All of it. Let Fauna hear just what a good girl you’re being for me.
Mumei wishes she could see Sana’s face. Can’t in their current position. Can’t do anything but stay as still as possible and endure it all.
But she can certainly feel Sana. The friction of her cock as it pumps into her tight walls— not all the way in yet but filling her deliciously with what is. Her right hand digging slightly into her skin, sure to leave bruises there by the end of today. Random pulls of the leash cutting off her air supply for the briefest of seconds; some care obviously given as Sana gives her time to recover between each tug.
She can hear her too. All those blissful groans that Sana makes no effort to hide. The sinful sounds from where they’re connected, similarly, filling her ears and making the tips of them burn in acknowledgment. Wet squelching every time Sana pulls all but the tip out before shoving herself back inside.
An endless stream of fluids sliding down her thighs in rivulets.
Mumei feels Sana. Wants more of her.
Everything she could possibly give her.
“Sa-Sana! Fa… faster… faster! Please…”
Please.
Sana continues at her current pace. Long enough that Mumei almost thinks she hadn’t heard her. Either that or was straight up ignoring her.
Proven otherwise when Sana huffs before demanding: “Bark for it.”
Mumei’s arms falter. Nearly sending herself careening face forward on the bed; would have likely caught on her own collar before Sana let the leash go if she had.
“W-what?”
“I know you heard me,” Sana growls out. Pace slowing and making Mumei whimper from frustration. “You want me to give you more, puppy? Then bark for it.”
Eyes clench shut as Sana thrusts shallowly into needy cunt. No longer enough.
So close. Mumei was so close to cumming and now it’s being withheld from her in this manner!
She knows to expect this type of demand from Fauna. But from Sana?!
Fuck…
Sana is ultimately demanding it of her however. And Mumei wants to be good. Needs to be good.
Despite the wave of humiliation that washes over her. Burning beneath her flushed skin and making her heart beat faster still; surely audible at this point to the other concept. Thumping harshly behind ribs.
“W-woof,” she stutters out, mortified and timid.
Sana chuckles. Grants Mumei a little relief for a second by sinking back as deep as she had been before. Only to stay still, ceasing her movements entirely.
“Cute… but not enough. I know you can do much better than that.”
Damn it. Mumei’s fist curl around the sheets beneath her. Sweat dripping off her face as her hips jerk, trying to coax Sana to keep moving. Getting nothing out of it with Sana’s ironclad hold.
Be good, be good.
Abandon all her shame…
It scratches her throat as it’s rasped out. A well and proper bark that cracks through the sweltering air between them, more animalistic than human.
Feeling as the sound makes Sana throb within her.
Nearly cries when the pleased utterance of ‘good puppy’ registers blearily in her mind. Somewhere amongst the friction of Sana drawing back before slamming back in. All the way this time, skin slapping against skin as the taller concepts finally, finally, fully sheathes herself.
Hardly taking any time to relish the feeling of it before she does again. And again. And again.
Tail sliding off of her skin and constantly tickling as it sway with every movement.
Entire bed frame shaking from her breakneck pace. All but fucking the strength from Mumei’s limbs. Arms folding with the next resounding thrust and sending Mumei face forward onto ruined sheets.
A small noise of surprise coming from Sana as she scrambles to roll her hand and unwrap the leash from it before she would accidentally choke Mumei harsher than she would ever mean to.
The smaller concept struggling to catch her breath between stifled out barks and whines. Keeping it up if only because she adores the way it makes Sana shakily moan every time she does so.
Both large hands holding on firmly as they pull Mumei back into every ram of hips.
One husked out bark strangling halfway into a scream as she buries her face into the bed. Walls fluttering erratically around Sana’s cock, a gush of slippery wet slick coating it. Chest heaving as Sana doesn’t falter in the least.
Fucking Mumei roughly through her orgasm and crashing straight into the next.
Full. She feels so entirely full. Sana’s cock and the tail plug, both, filling her up to what Mumei thinks is her limit. Or close to it.
Loving the way Sana’s body doubles over her own. The snagging of teeth along her back as Sana uses Mumei like her toy. Not so much biting as it is a messy drag of lips and tongue and teeth over skin; Sana losing herself within her own pleasure and the all-encompassing dizzying sensation of Mumei.
“Good girl, Meimei. Such a good puppy. So desperate for me. So good to me.” Sana is practically babbling the words out, she knows she is, but she hardly cares. Groaning when she feels Mumei cum again— Fauna’s extra help putting in the work. Whimpers herself with Mumei’s next near inaudible bark. “That’s right. You’re being such a needy puppy. Wanting me to fuck you like this. But that’s okay…” Close. She’s so close. Sana wants to fill Mumei. Mark the owl as hers and only hers. “All you need to do is give yourself to me. Good puppies don’t have any need to think for themselves. Just do what I say and I’ll take good care of you, puppy…”
Mumei is clawing at the sheets.
Back arching and breaths stuttering with every hot slide of skin against skin. Sana’s words stuck and swirling in her cotton-filled mind.
Sobbing as a flashing heat consumes her. Entire body shaking erratically when Sana grunts and shoves herself as deep as she possibly can. Rope after rope of milky white cum stuffing her insides.
Slower bucks from Sana making some of it seep out from the motions. Too much that it doesn’t all fit inside of her, needing a form of escape.
Knows it’s far from over as Sana remains rock hard when she pulls out.
Tail brushing against Mumei’s thigh and no doubt soaking in their combined juices as Sana roughly manhandles her. A single finger sneaking beneath the collar on her neck and tugging on it so it slides around as Mumei is flipped over onto her back.
Leash pulled on until it falls from the bed post. Held tightly as Sana wraps her other arm beneath Mumei’s waist and drags her up the bed, following close behind as she herself climbs atop it. Pulling Mumei’s legs apart as, with no further help to line herself up, she sinks easily into Mumei’s heat again.
Humming at Mumei’s small gasp.
“We’re not done. Not even close,” Sana sibilates. “Don’t think… just feel. I’m all you need, isn’t that right, puppy? Only me. You’re all mine.”
“Sa- huh?! Wait! What are you—?”
Mumei’s voice comes out slightly panicked as her legs are lifted into the air. Eyes widening as they are brought closer to her chest. Sana doubling Mumei over— hands slotting into the back of knees— with her own weight keeping her pinned there, vulnerable.
Gasp gargling in her throat as Sana pulls out, just a little bit, before sliding in fully again. Somehow, impossibly, reaching deeper now.
Churning Mumei’s insides so nicely with so little effort.
It’s almost too much for the little guardian.
And yet Mumei is all for it the moment Sana dips her head down to capture the owl’s mouth into a passionate kiss. Thin grunts and moans as Sana slowly but roughly shapes her insides to take her large cock are swallowed eagerly by the larger concept. Eyes rolling to the back of her head as Sana closes around her tongue and sucks, the odd sensation leaving her tightening around the thick member.
Walls reluctant to allow it to abandon warm depths. But pulsing in pleasure every time it slams home inside.
The excess of the leash that hangs from Sana’s hand drags along feverish skin with every thrust. Bed creaking beneath them from the sheer force of Sana’s movements. Pulling out more and more each time to adopt a rougher pace.
Sana licking her lips as she pulls her face away from Mumei’s.
A feeling of accomplished pride in the way she see’s the absolute mess she’s leaving Mumei.
Pretty mouth parted with harsh breaths that slip out, lips kiss-swollen, the guardian’s chest heaving beneath the pressing weight of Sana and her own legs. One arm bent above her head, resting over sprawled out short locks of tawny hair, as the other folds against her own frame, fingers resting loosely on her shoulder. Lidded eyes of shining amber peering up at her, swirling dark with need. Tears building at corners and sliding down sideways into her hairline.
Sana can’t help herself.
Leans down again to swipe her tongue at the highest point of Mumei’s cheek. The taste of salty sweat and tears floods her mouth. Lips pulling into a shaky grin at Mumei’s confused whine.
Bumps their heads together, starry yellows burrowing into shadowed ambers.
Possessiveness thick in the layers upon layers of cosmic rays and dusts that make up her body. Heart a few beats away from becoming a supernovae.
Hers. All hers.
“My good puppy,” Sana pants out. Nuzzling their foreheads together. “Mine. You’re all mine now. I leashed and collared you. You’re mine.”
She shakes her head a little. Straightens her arms as she pulls up, applying just a little more pressure against Mumei’s legs as she stabilizes herself. Far more ready than Mumei is at adopting what would be a back breaking pace for anyone else.
But her little owl can take it.
Mumei screams. Throat raw. Head thrashing to the side as her body jolts, unable to escape the brutal thrusts.
Doesn’t think she’d try even if she could.
Wants to keep feeling Sana. The way she continues to ram inside of her walls despite the sudden tightening of them around her length— hardly allowing Mumei to fully enjoy her orgasm and building her right up to another. That bruising hold on her legs as she uses them to angle herself in the way that feels best for them both. Muscles spasming beneath Sana’s touch.
Sana laughs, breathless. “Like that, puppy! Let me hear you. All of you.”
The sound of Mumei’s fully unrestricted moans, urging Sana to keep bucking into the smaller concept with small bursts of energy. Of where their bodies connect; slippery squelching and sharp slaps.
All because of Sana. All for her to hear.
And for the kirin somewhere within to the cottage to witness as well.
“M-mmn! Sana! Sana… please… please…”
Mumei doesn’t even know what she wants to ask.
Slow down? Faster? A break? Or to be given so much more?
It all muddles in her mind. All nice and floaty as pleasurable piercing shocks prickle through her limbs.
Good. All Mumei knows is that she feels good.
“I know, puppy. I know,” Sana grunts in response to the mess of words that the guardian spills. Twists into a gasp as she feels herself unload into Mumei. But she doesn’t stop. Not yet. Grinning as Mumei cums around her as well. “Just me. Only think about me. Let Fauna hear just how far gone you are for me. Let her hear what she’s missing out on because your all mine.”
And Mumei does just that.
Sana’s name on her tongue like a prayer. More babbles at some point that actual syllables but the cause of who is causing that comes across more than clearly.
Leaves the larger concept grinning ecstatically as she goes back to shorter and slower thrusts; both of them especially sensitive now. Eager in the way she traps those calls of her name between them.
Fucking her own cum out of Mumei with every movement.
Gasps against her little owl’s mouth as she fills her up once more.
The pleasure and pain leaves Mumei careening into her own orgasm. Little whimpers at the sensation of soft grinds from Sana as they both ride it out.
Mumei finding relief in the moment allowed to bask in the aftermath. And starting to feel her legs cramping from the prolonged state of this position.
Her throat aches a little as she whispers softly, “Sana…”
Groans a bit when Sana gently guides her legs to rest on the bed as the taller concept shuffles back— loosely wrapping the length of the leash around one of them to keep it from tangling elsewhere. Cock popping out of Mumei, thin and sticky webs of their release connecting them before giving out beneath their own weight.
Plenty of it making a mess of the fake fur it lands on.
Sana gives Mumei a quick once-over before promptly deciding to give Mumei a break.
It’s only the first day, she has to remind herself.
As if on cue, the sound of the bedroom door creaking open has the space girl perking up. Smiling as she watches a few vines slither into the room; holding a couple bowls of fruits and snacks along with some sports drinks and water.
Placing them on the bedside stand before swiftly disappearing back out of the room with a click of the door.
Thank you, Fauna.
Sana is quick to help Mumei prop herself up a bit with a couple pillows before snatching one of the mixed berry sports drinks. Making sure that Mumei has her fill before slowly lowering her back to lie on the ruined sheets.
Mindlessly, Mumei licks off the remnants of sweetness from her lips.
Appeased to simply lie here while Sana moves around as she finishes off the rest of the bottle’s contents. Barely tilting her head to stare at the other concept as she pushes off the bed and rustles through her previously abandoned clothes.
Catches a flash of metal and obediently cranes her head back as Sana returns to her side. A giddy smile on Mumei’s face as she feels fingers brush against her collarbone followed by the pull of her collar along with the jingling sound of metal tags bumping together.
Has it returned with a beaming grin as Sana slips a finger beneath the collar to tug it in a way to allow Mumei to catch a glance of the newly added tag. A ringed planet with Sana’s name burned into it in curved letters.
The sight of it scratches at the odd itch in Mumei’s mind. Ecstatic to belong to someone. (Even if she’s known full well for the longest time now that she is undoubtedly loved by all of her partners. But this is simply a fun and harmless way to cement that fact further with Fauna and Mumei is glad that Sana has joined in on this too.)
“There we go. Looks like I officially tamed you, puppy,” Sana whispers. “Now you’re no one’s but mine.”
Mumei barks a laugh. “You may have tamed me for now but I believe you still have some training left to do. Don’t you think?”
A confirmation that she’s perfectly alright with how things are going. A wish for more.
Sana scoffs in amusement. “Oh, don’t worry, puppy. There’s definitely more to come. I still plan to taste you too. Maybe have you clean up the mess you made of me at the same time?” Her hand caresses along an inner thigh, “You’re so soft here. I plan to have my fun between these. And here…” she follows the path down to where the tail plug is, finger circling around the area and grinning wider as she feels Mumei tensing beneath her touch, “…let’s give this cute tail of yours another purpose in keeping anything from spilling out, yeah?”
The smaller concept’s breath hitches. A breathy please that comes out strangled.
Has the space girl shaking her head with a laugh. Pulling away from Mumei again, much to the other woman’s obvious displeasure; expression twisting to one of discontent.
“Alright, alright. We’ll get to that soon. But first a little treat for being so good until now! We don’t wanna make Fauna sad by not eating what she prepared for us.”
It would be a disrespect to their kirin if they didn’t. Not to mention the fact that the cut fruits are powdered over the top in a sweet, yellow pollen. Useful to keep everything nice and pleasant for them both for plenty more hours.
Mumei grumbles her assent as she sits up while Sana picks up the bowl. Healthy flush deepening when Sana turns back to her and giddily holds a palm out, face up.
“Okay, puppy. Gimme paw!”
…this is at least less embarrassing than the barking.
Wobbly smile on her face, Mumei slips her hand onto Sana’s.
“Ugghhhhh…”
“Those certainly aren’t the sounds you were making earlier,” Fauna says softly. Hands tender as they work the tired muscles in calves. A little bit of elbow grease and some magic as the keeper of Nature. Working together for the important task of relieving Mumei of the residual pains that would otherwise make more days of this impossible. She shakes her head, muttering, “Really, Sana is having quite her fill this time. She’s taken to the role of owner pretty well by the looks of it.”
Currently, the space girl was out of the room. Having carried the few other toys they had used throughout the day to where Fauna instructed her to leave them to properly clean them herself in a bit. Likely rummaging for something else to eat while she’s at it or in one of the bathrooms.
Giving Fauna the space to do her own part for the time being.
“You could hear it?” Mumei asks, voice shy. Arms that had been previously shielding her face slowly removing themselves to stare into molten gold.
Fauna quirks an eyebrow. Looking wholly unimpressed down at the younger concept.
“Oh, please. As if you were trying to hide it. Seems like the entire opposite to me. I know Sana. She wanted me to hear.” The words are said with an easy-going roll of eyes. (And maybe even tinged in annoyance and possessiveness, were Mumei truly capable of paying attention past the exhaustion.) Gently tapping Mumei’s knee before pulling hands back as she reaches for a couple of nearby towels she had brought with her and stand up. “Alright, bear with me for a bit.”
Mumei hums in understanding. Only letting out a thin gasp as she feels thick vines slither beneath her form. Wrapping tight around her as they lift her up and away from the bed. More vines coming out to quickly yank the ruined sheets off of the mattress.
The vines around Mumei cradle her. Tickle as they snake along legs and helpfully part them for Fauna to slot herself there. Towel in her hand.
Mumei releases a small hiss between teeth as she feels careful swipes between her legs. The fabric slightly damp and warm, thanks to Fauna’s foresight to make it easier. Taking away with it some of the gross sensation that had been sticking to Mumei’s skin after so many hours.
It’s no warm bath but it’s better than nothing. Plus it’s late enough that Mumei kind of just wants to turn in for the night the moment she’s able to.
Fauna is gentle.
And yet Mumei gasps when soft finger pads pet her small, overworked nub with more pressure than needed. Hips jerking involuntarily against Fauna’s hand. Vines tightening around her.
The kirin merely giggles. Letting out a small whoops!— that doesn’t sound quite so sincere— before continuing to clean Mumei up.
It’s almost casual enough to pass off as a simple slip up. Just as Mumei had with the ‘accidental’ groping touches of her bare chest while Fauna was massaging her.
The guardian remains mostly quiet as Fauna finishes up. Nodding when the kirin suggests keeping a towel beneath her throughout the night— pointless come tomorrow but the intent is appreciated all the same as Fauna directs a vine to lay a couple out over the freshly changed sheets.
Thanks Fauna as she’s lowered back onto the bed at the same moment that Sana walks back into the room. Sighing in relief as she feels far cleaner than moments before.
Asked to not fall asleep just yet so she could be helped to the bathroom in a bit as well.
Left to observe tiredly as Fauna has Sana sit on the edge of the bed. Choosing to wipe the other woman down first before tending to her overworked muscles— even if the taller woman had argued that she had already wiped herself down some during her own bathroom visit.
And… there. Again.
What could be argued as an accidental brush against Sana’s length. Another a few inches lower. A stroke along nipples that lingers more than necessary.
Each one met with an apology that sounds almost too sweet on Fauna’s tongue.
Ultimately leaving Sana half hard by the time she’s done and asking her to lay down so she could give her a quick massage.
Mumei’s eyes flutter shut at that point. Not asleep but close to it.
The occasional sharp gasps from Sana as Fauna works her magic always enough to snap her back to awakeness as her ears perk up. Noting the way they’re not too far from sounds of arousal.
Still, Fauna doesn’t take too much longer.
Deems Sana’s muscles healed enough to not feel it come morning before turning back to Mumei to help her to the bathroom. That ordeal dealt with pretty quickly and Mumei is soon returned to her bed.
Fauna whispers something to Sana that the space girl seems to take as cue to shuffle towards Mumei and carefully pull her onto the bed— both of them settling in the middle of it. Easily sliding an arm beneath Mumei’s head and cuddling against her back. Where Mumei can feel her hot and throbbing length against her skin.
Mumei’s eyes fluttering open just in time to see when Fauna pulls a blanket over them. And receiving a small smile and quick peck to the forehead as Fauna bids them both goodnight.
Flicking the light switch off before quietly shutting the door as she leaves the room.
A humming sigh as Sana adjusts them a bit. Angling herself to prod at Mumei’s entrance.
“Don’t worry,” Sana whispers into the crown of her head, tawny strands brushing her face. “No more for tonight. I just wanna stay inside of you while we sleep.”
Mumei nods with a sleepy hum.
Whimpers when Sana slides in, far easier than earlier in the day. But feels pleasantly filled up once more as Sana settles in properly. Smiling as Sana tilts her head for a gentle kiss goodnight.
“Sleep tight, Meimei.” Sana wraps her other arm over Mumei. Chin resting atop her head as their legs tangle together, barely jostling inside of Mumei’s warmth. “Because there’s plenty more training for you tomorrow.”