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You are the Seer of Light, as they call you, and you always seem to find yourself at events like this. You’re at a gala, hosted by your wife’s publicity team. It’s supposed to show off the outfits she and her employees have made. It’s absolutely teeming with people eager to meet just two of their gods, no regard for the fashion at all. Once upon a time, you found this stuff cool, but you’re starting to grow tired of it. You hate watching your wife look at everyone other than you. You hate when people approach you and make you stop looking at her. Can’t they tell that you don’t want to be here? Ha, no. You’re doing your best to look like you don’t want to explode. You know Kanaya is too. She tries so hard to put on an acceptable face in public, but she hates these events more than you do.
And of course you know that, while they all have no idea. You know her better than anyone. You know the ins and outs of her body, the way her lips feel against your skin, the way her bulge feels inside you. You are staring at her, and you are so horny. You have been since long before you and her left. And it’s absolutely killing you! You’ve been staring at and thinking about Kanaya, only occasionally interrupted by some stranger you have to make conversation with. You’ve been envisioning her bulge inside your ass, making a complete mess of you. You’ve leaked spots of precum onto your panties, making it uncomfortable to walk and sit down. But the thought won’t go away. You want her so badly. It’s tough to wait anymore.
She’s not even next to you right now. You’re just watching her blankly engage in conversation that you know she doesn’t care about. You want to catch her eye and motion her to you. You could start kissing her right in the middle of the floor, if that’s what got you your attention. You know she’s been sneaking glances at you whenever she can. Your eyes have met, and you’ve smiled awkwardly in an attempt to communicate that you don’t like this. But she won’t look at you right now, even when you’re so fed up of waiting for her to quit looking at everyone else.
Before you could fully think it through, you stand up and start making your way over to her little group. She sees you coming, and looks relieved. You grab onto her hand with both of yours, pressing into her arm with the side of your breast. It’s a very intentional move. The gaggle of strangers greets you.
"The Seer! It’s such an honor."
You give a fake smile.
"Missus Maryam-Lalonde," A woman offers her gloved hand to you. You gently shake before returning your hand to Kanaya’s. You want to get out of here. But you can’t before the rest of them give you their "due" greetings. Once everyone is finished, and your social battery is even more drained, you start to pull Kanaya away. "Excuse us for a second," You say, "We have something important to discuss."
You get her out of the building, and you could strip for her right here and now if it weren’t winter. You pull her face down to yours and kiss her desperately, then you keep dragging her to the car. "Come on. I can’t deal with this anymore."
The walk is long and cold, as you tried to park away from everyone, but you don’t mind. She’s wondering out loud what this could be about. You ask her to unlock the car, and she obliges. You get in the back, and you motion for her to do the same. As she slams the door shut, you say, "I need you so bad, Kanaya."
"You could have said something." She replies.
"You were so busy. You couldn’t talk to me much. I missed you."
"I wanted to be with you too." She pecks you on the lips.
In the back row of your car, the two of you lit only by a distant, harsh white streetlight, your shoulder blades press against the car door. Kanaya delicately hikes up your nice red dress. The shorts you were wearing under it, just to make sure that no peeking went on, are quickly discarded as though they’re nothing but a candy wrapper. The goodies inside matter more than whatever value the shorts may have brought. And your panties- with huge wet spots that have been bothering you for ages- are exposed. The frigid air in the car raises goosebumps on your legs. You two can’t even wait for the heater to work its magic before getting to business.
Kanaya curiously brushes over your panties, opting to feel how wet you made them rather than use her eyes. Those are focused, rather, on your neck. You watch her expression. Her dolled-up face looks stunning, even in the low light.
"Were you that aroused? For that long?" Her lips hang inches away from your neck, breathing chilly air onto it. You shiver in response. Half in delight, half due to the cold.
"I would’ve preferred we stayed home and did this. I said that before we left."
"I assumed that it was a joke. You said it like one."
"Nup." You put your finger and thumb under her chin and move her face to meet yours. She kisses your lips, pressing hard into you. The back of your head hits the window with a small thud. You smile against her lips. "Ow…"
Kanaya breaks your faces apart and blankly says, "Accident," and you have no response other than to re-initiate the kiss. She overpowers you again, but this time more gently. She slowly pushes your head to rest against the car door. Once you’re there, she brings her tongue out from behind her teeth and slips it into your mouth. You meet it with your own, and moan into her kiss. It’s at once loving, yet possessive and dominant. You love how much she seems to need you when she does this. You love how much she wants you, and you want her. For hours, you had wanted her. Before you left, as you watched her undress, the idea flooded into your mind and it wouldn’t go away. Through the whole gala, every pleasantry shared, you stared at her and thought of all the ways she could make you feel good.
But not yet. In all her cruelty, she chooses to work you up to it. To stuff her tongue in your mouth and make you leak enough precum to get it on the car seat. She barely gives you seconds to breathe. Her constant, possessive kissing keeps you too occupied to speak and ask for more. You moan into her lips as she keeps working away in your mouth. Your dick presses against the cold wetness of your underwear. The hands on your shoulders begin tugging at the straps of the dress, pulling them down to flop against your arms. Your bra is nice and lacy, but certainly not lingerie. Kanaya finally gives you a moment to breathe as she unclasps it. As your lips separate, you start to miss the feeling of making out with her. You want to pull her closer and feel her everywhere.
After she places your bra next to her, she begins trying to untie the back of your dress and fully remove it. You shake your head. "Don’t bother."
"Rose, it’s going to get wrinkled."
"We’ve got an iron. I might not even wear it again."
"Okay."
You look her in the face, and see the marks of your black lipstick all around her mouth. She looks so pretty, loving on you. You think you’d like to see her like this forever. Maybe with less clothes. You plan to work on that.
For the time being, you give her a look that begs for her to keep kissing you. Though it’s clear she does not understand the look, she plants her lips on your neck of her own volition. As she begins kissing your neck, her hands start their work on your breasts. She’s fondling and squeezing and rubbing at your nipples. With your mouth no longer occupied, all you can use it for is making noise. Not too loud, in case anyone else may have been leaving the gala, but enough to satisfy her. She moves her lips down your torso, kissing in between your breasts until she feels that it’s enough to work her way back up.
She reaches your neck again and begins sucking a little as she kisses. She wants to mark you as hers. She fondles you rougher, more greedily. You moan louder, and she quickly brings her lips back to yours as if to shut you up. Fortunately, you find this exceedingly arousing. She kisses you desperately, like there’s nothing else in the world she values more. Your precum has completely soaked your panties, and your dick is screaming for attention. She finally feels down there once again. Her lips separate from yours.
"You’re so wet."
Your face flushes hotter than the sun. She pulls your panties off before you can formulate a proper response. "I… ghh-" You inhale sharply as she touches the head of your dick, finally satisfying what you had almost been ready to beg for. "… said I wanted to fuck when we were still home. You didn’t want to ruin our outfits."
"My foresight may have been lacking. There’s no way you can put these back on."
She shifts her body down and into the gap in front of the seats. She pulls at your legs until her head is between your thighs. You try to wrap around her, but she forces your legs apart and starts kissing at your inner thighs. Your breaths are harsh and inconsistent. You’re so horny you could probably die.
Kanaya bites gently down on the skin of your thigh. You throw your head back and stifle a loud moan. She shows no mercy. In between bites, she’s kissing closer and closer to your crotch, but never on it. She bites again, and again, and the pain feels like heaven. Not hard enough to draw blood, not yet, but she’s so close to piercing you, and it hurts so beautifully. She bites you and kisses over the mark, then does the other side. She won’t sink her teeth in until you’re good enough to earn it. She wants you to get louder, even though you’re hardly in a private place.
You put a hand over your mouth to cover it. Your eyes are half closed, and you beg her for something more.
"Kanaya… Please…"
She gives you a small kiss on the dick as a consolation prize. You moan for her. It feels unfair for her to have this much control over you. One more small bite, and you may be driven insane.
"Just…" You groan. Kanaya kisses right up next to your dick. "Give it to me…"
Finally, she sinks her dagger-like teeth into your left thigh. You moan loud enough that you’re sure someone could hear if they came out of the building. Kanaya pulls them out, and blood begins to flow. Tears well up in your eyes from the pain. She licks at it, at first. But it comes too quickly for that strategy to work. Every touch and prod feels like the wound is being opened again. You revel in it.
Kanaya starts sucking at the wound, sending searing pain up and down your left side. Your dick dribbles out more precum in response, still lacking the attention it wants. You swear you could get there from just the pain, but you know Kanaya cares too much to let that happen. She keeps sapping your blood away from you. Every time she swallows your blood and returns to sucking, you feel like the luckiest, most masochistic girl in the world. The wires of pain and pleasure in your brain are crossed, and you get to enjoy every second of it.
Kanaya won’t let blood stain the car seat, so she has to keep at it until your body stops its panic response. Tears flow slowly out the sides of your eyes, and your feet are pinned straight. Your legs are so tense, and it makes every bit of pain feel that much stronger. That much better. Kanaya kisses the other parts of your thighs again as the blood flow slows. She spreads it from your left side to your right with her mouth. She continues biting gently, even drawing a few drops of blood to lick up in other spots, just for you to enjoy. But she had already marked you up, leaving you with a wound that had no chance of scarring invisibly. You had both already gotten your prize, and neither of you had orgasmed.
She sets out to fix that. For the sake of being sanitary, though that had already been abandoned, she grabs her water from the front and swishes some around in her mouth. After she swallows, she says, "I’m going to eat you out."
You nod, though you aren’t sure if she can see. Kanaya no longer seems to care about the blood flowing down your thigh. Her priorities are rarely kept entirely consistent while she’s fucking you. She kisses at the head of your penis again. It twitches in response. It’s deeply embarrassing, and your automatic, gentle moan doesn’t help. She envelops the wet tip with her lips, licking off the precum and making you arch your back. You love her so much.
Kanaya lets you pull your legs closer together, now just focused on pleasuring you. Your dick isn’t big enough to necessitate much sucking, so she’s doing a lot of work with her tongue. She moves her head gently back and forth and plays around with it in her mouth. With your hands, you fondle your tits. You’re moaning far louder than you ever should be in a parking lot. Kanaya, in all her terrible evils, loves this. She loves when you get loud. She always tries to make it happen.
You feel a stronger heat rise in your crotch. Your breath quickens. Everything she does becomes more pleasurable. You struggle to keep your eyes open or your mouth closed. Kanaya hits a good spot. You moan loudly. She keeps at it. You’re so close. She’s making you feel so good. You manage to speak between waves of pleasure. "Don’t stop…"
Kanaya is putting the work in to push you over the limit. She commits to a rhythmic movement of her tongue, focused on the glans, where it feels the best. It’s too much, but your back has a limit to how much it can arch. You’re struggling to get big enough breaths in. Kanaya won’t let you stop feeling like this. You feel yourself at the very edge.
At once, you feel release. Kanaya slows down as your legs throb. Small drops of clear cum leak from the tip of your penis and into Kanaya’s mouth. She slowly continues sucking it all out. Your entire body feels like it could melt away. Your legs are shaking violently. Kanaya won’t stop, and so wave after wave of pleasure continues. She extends your orgasm out so you can feel all the pleasure she wants you to. She loves you. You love her. As your breath steadies, and the pleasure begins to subside, you say it to her. She pulls herself up next to you and hoists you up out of your melting position. She kisses you on the mouth. She tries to slip some tongue, but you’re a little too delirious to fully reciprocate.
"We should go home." You say.
"Probably smart."
Kanaya worms her way into the driver’s seat of the vehicle. You can see her bulge writhing against her skirt. She’s not nearly done with you, but she’s willing to wait. She has to get you home safe, first.