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“Atsushi!”
She can’t bear to look. Lucy’s pained voice is already too much, Atsushi can’t imagine how she looks. Hatred? Hurt? Atsushi feels a wry smile, usually so unlike her, try to pull at the corner of her mouth. That’s what she deserves for thinking of her friend like this.
It started with nothing, as it always does. Lucy was sitting close to her in the cafe, showing Atsushi something on her phone. She was so excited about having one and, like Atsushi had been, didn’t quite understand that you could just send someone a message if you wanted to show them something. Lucy just had to sit right next to Atsushi, squished up into the smaller two-person table, with her thighs against Atsushi’s. She had tried to pay attention but something inside her wouldn’t let her. Look at her. It purred. She’s so close, her body is so close. I could put my hand on her leg like this. I could squeeze the fat and muscle between my fingers and hear her cry out.
Atsushi had abruptly excused herself on behalf of an unwell stomach.
It happened again, and again, and again. It’s the tiger, Atsushi told herself. The tiger is trying to take over again. She would lie in her bed with her heart thrumming against her ribs as if she were prey rather than predator. That’s what she is: a predator beast sizing up her prey. But Lucy! Why did it have to be Lucy! Lucy, who trusts her, who believes in her, who does foolish things for her sake! Her erratic heart would make her hands shake and the only thing that would stop them from sprouting claws would be to clamp them between her thighs. But then, Lucy’s thighs, Lucy’s hands, and then her own hands would wander to-
“Look at me, at least!”
Atsushi winces in the present. “I- I’m sorry, Lucy.” She hopes she knows that she really, truly is. “I can’t be around you like this. I- it’s too horrible.”
“What are you talking about? ‘Too horrible’?” Lucy huffs and stamps forward.
“Don’t!” Atsushi holds her hand out but it does nothing to stop the shorter woman’s approach. Atsushi backs away into the wall. The last thing she wants to do is fulfill the tiger’s desires by putting her hands on Lucy. Anything but that.
Lucy comes to a stop just out of Atsushi’s reach. With the threat of tears wetting her eyes, she looks a lot like how Atsushi feels. “You can’t tell me we can’t see each other anymore and leave it at that, idiot! How does that make me feel? I care about you, you know that? The least you could do is tell me why!”
”I care about you.” Atsushi wants to lick the inside of Lucy’s mouth until the only thing she can taste is her. The rumbling bubbles in the back of her throat. Horrible. She cares, she cares and look at what Atsushi is thinking of her.
“I- it’s the tiger. I thought I had it under control in the Agency but…” Her eyes scrunch closed and she tries to lose herself in the low hum of her head. “It wants me to do horrible things to you, Lucy.”
Lucy steps forward, just once. “Like what?”
A begging, pitiful whine rises out of Atsushi’s throat. This is pathetic. She can’t tell her, she shouldn’t- “It wants to hurt you.” She can’t help herself. “It- I, want to- it makes me think of your skin. And I want to dig my nails into it and sc- scratch it, and leave marks behind on you. It wants me to hurt you! And then it wants me to l- lick!” Her legs are shaking because she knows this but hearing it out loud, outside of her, is so different. “Lick on your skin- your legs, thighs, and your fingers, like I’m tasting you! I keep thinking of you putting your fingers in my mouth! Like I’m going to bite your arm off!”
A loud, ugly sob stops her from saying anything more. She can’t open her eyes. Lucy still being here, Lucy having left, either option feels like it would be too much for her.
But she doesn’t have to look. A hand gently, so gently, gentler than Atsushi the beast deserves, rests on her back. It slowly rubs down the bumps of her ribs and goes back up, over and over. Lucy is still here. Despite everything, Atsushi thinks she’s relieved. She doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t need to. Her hand on her back is all that’s needed to calm Atsushi’s nerves, bringing her shaking legs and heart to stillness. Ah Lucy, Lucy! What Atsushi wouldn’t give to tear her clothes from her back with nothing but her teeth and bask in her naked skin-
“Come back with me.” Lucy states.
“No.” Atsushi shakes her head.
Lucy’s hands feel more firm as they move her from the half-bent position back into an upright one. “Yes.” Lucy tells her. “I can’t leave you like this. Come with me, to my place. We can talk about this-”
Her place? Alone? With nobody around? The white-haired woman startles away like she’s been burned. “I can’t! Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’m going to hurt you! I feel like, like I’m going to tear you apart! I- ah!”
The natural sweat on Lucy’s fingers leaves a tangy taste on Atsushi’s tongue. A choked, shameful sound escapes the taller woman’s throat as she finds herself pushed back against the alley wall in her attempt to escape the probing touch. “A- Woo-hy!” She tries to beg, her panicked eyes searching the other’s with a silent please, please, please, don’t do this, don’t trust her, not like this.
But the braided woman stands firm, securing Atsushi in place with a strong hand on her waist. The touch makes Atsushi squirm and she’s thankful it’s her scarless side that’s grabbed. Did Lucy consider that? That terrible purr rumbles deep in her stomach at the thought and Atsushi makes another break to pull her mouth away, only for Lucy to close her body against hers and press her tongue down.
“Ahck- argh!” She can’t do this. She’s going to choke and when she’s going to choke she’s going to bite! She’s going to bite Lucy! With her fangs she’ll needle pierce through the skin and crunch through little bones like they were nothing more than brittle white carrots painted with copper red. Lucy’s body is too close, far too close, Atsushi can feel her chest against hers, Lucy’s thigh lifting to press against her crotch. That won’t keep her down, it won’t! “Ahl-shee!”
Lucy leans in close and Atsushi could just lean forward and tear out her trachea, if not for the fingers rubbing along the inside of her short cheeks. Wet drool is leaking from the sides of her mouth. What if it drips onto her?
“You think you’re the only person in the world to feel like this?” Lucy’s voice pants against Atsushi’s ear. “My fingers in your mouth, your tongue licking my skin-! And you think you’re really going to eat me? You’re so stupid, Atsushi-chan.” Her hand slips underneath Atsushi’s shirt to skim along her ribs. “Is this good? Tell me if it doesn’t.”
Atsushi squirms under the confusing touch. Yes, yes, it was, but it wasn’t! What’s happening? She doesn’t feel the tiger at all. All she feels is Lucy: her hand caressing her breast, her fingers trailing over her teeth, her knee against her shorts, her heartbeat through her clothes. Is this it? Is this what she was afraid of?
“Ish good…” She sighs.
“Mhm.” Lucy hums gently and Atsushi feels like curling up inside that sound for the rest of her life. “Do you understand? It’s okay to feel this way. You don’t want to eat me, Atsushi.”
The two fingers lift slowly, remaining on her tongue as they slide out. Lucy leaves the tips of them resting on Atsushi’s lower teeth and Atsushi lets her jaw slack in response. When Lucy’s fingers jump off the edge of her teeth they leave a threat of spit behind, one that connects their mouths when she puts them in her own mouth. Atsushi tries to swallow down the hungry feeling as she watches her and completely fails when all it does is travel down to her pussy, making her grind down onto Lucy’s thigh.
Lucy smiles. Reassuring, playful, and something else Atsushi hasn’t seen before. “I know I said you don’t want to eat me.” She drops her fingers from her mouth and reaches down underneath her skirts. “But I only meant that literally, you know. There is another way.”
Her eyes jump between Lucy’s face and where her hand has disappeared. “Another way..?”
Lucy nods. “Come back with me and I’ll show you.”
Atsushi breathes out, shaking. “It’s okay?”
“Yes.”
She kisses her without fear of tearing her tongue out between her teeth. Somehow, in between hushed, rushed footsteps and quick kisses, they find their way into Lucy’s apartment. Lucy barely gets the door shut behind them before pushing Atsushi onto her knees and pushing her petticoat down her legs. Atsushi hadn’t even realized she wore one and was temporarily distracted by the white, puffy flower until it was kicked away by impatient red shoes.
“Up here.” Lucy huffs, pulling the rest of her skirts up and back behind her and oh fuck, she’s pulling her panties down. Atsushi just stares open-mouthed for a moment, hypnotized by the bush of darker red hair in front of her. Her legs are far better, far more beautiful in real life than her bestial imagination could have ever conjured.
“Don’t just stare.”
Ah. Atsushi looks up to meet eyes with a red-faced Lucy. “Sorry.”
She sighs. “It’s fine, you don’t know what to do. Come here.” Her hand, the one not holding her skirts back, gestures to Atsushi to come closer. Even closer. She shuffles forward on her knees and is pulled in by Lucy’s hand on the back of her head.
Her breath is tickling the hairs covering Lucy’s skin. She looks up at Lucy.
Lucy looks down at her. “It’s… it gets called ‘eating out’.”
Oh. Oh.
She’s understanding enough to part her lips with her fingers. Atsushi lays her tongue on the delicious pink as soon as she sees it, licking a long stripe upwards. She doesn’t wait to hear Lucy’s reaction before licking again, and again, and sucks on her soft inner lips enough for the other to grip her hair and force her even closer for more, more. It tastes so good, smells so good, how did she ever think this was bad? What made her feel that way?
“Atsuuushi…” Lucy groans with desperation. “This- you’re good at this. You’re good. Keep doing- and up at the top too, my clit. Lick my clit.” She tugs Atsushi’s hair up, roughly guiding her to where she wants her to go. Up? Atsushi searches with the tip of her tongue. That little nub at the top? She rubs the end of her tongue over it and Lucy’s hips buck up. She likes it, she likes her, she wants it! And she’s feeling it too, she thinks, from how good the seam of her shorts rubbing against her feels.
She pulls back. “Can I do me?”
“What?” Lucy’s brow furrows in confusion- whether more at the loss of feeling or the strangeness of Atsushi’s words, who’s to know.
“I want to… I can’t eat myself out. What’s it called when I touch myself?”
“Ahah…” Lucy shakes her head. “Touching yourself? Masturbating? You know that, don’t you?”
Atsushi feels her face heat up with embarrassment. “Yes! What if it had a different name, I mean? Like eating out?”
“It-” Lucy shakes her head with a smile. “It doesn’t matter. Yes, you can touch yourself, duh. I’m not gonna stop you.”
The shorts and accompanying underwear are promptly discarded in some part of the hallway. Atsushi didn’t realize how cold it was until she felt the air on her wet thighs but she was beyond caring. She’d warm up between Lucy’s legs anyway. But before she can take another mouthful Lucy pushes her back by the forehead. Confused, Atsushi looks up. “Lucy?”
Lucy looks her up and down before swallowing. “Can we try something? On my bed?”
Her bed. That would feel warmer. Atsushi nods, more than happy to follow her lead. “Yeah.”
Lucy lightly, satisfyingly, scratches her scalp with her fingers. “Good girl.”
Atsushi follows her through the door on her hands and knees. It’s not too far to go and besides, she’s going to end up back on all fours with Lucy anyway. Lucy seems to like it too because she chuckles when she notices and ruffles Atsushi’s hair and she says it again, “Good girl.” and Atsushi feels like melting into her. She tells Atsushi to take off the rest of her clothes and by the time she’s done tearing herself out of them Lucy’s naked too.
“So pretty…” Atsushi croons, crawling over her. Lucy blushes but she doesn’t say anything, just pulls Atsushi’s head down. But Atsushi pauses just before she touches her lips.
Those fingers rub the back of her head. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Atsushi. This doesn’t hurt me; you’re not hurting me.”
She kisses her. She doesn’t bite, or tear, she doesn’t rip her bottom lip off along with her mandible to leave her a bloody and gurgling mess. Lucy doesn’t scream or push her away. They’re not scared. They’re together.
It can’t be the most comfortable position, holding her own legs up by hooking her hands under her knees, but it’s what Lucy wants to try and Atsushi isn’t saying no to it. She follows her instructions, positioning herself over her and moving, moving, laughing at how silly they both feel trying to get it right until her pussy rubs against hers and oh it’s good. It’s so good. She’s good- Lucy’s saying so. Good girl, good girl.
“I’m good!” Atsushi pants as she thrusts their pussies together, mixing their wetness and scents and everything together.
“Yes!” Lucy gasps, moving her head up to rest her forehead against Atsushi’s. “You’re so good, so good Atsushi. You’re gonna cum all over me, aren’t you? Cum inside me?”
Atsushi nods absently. “I’ll cum inside you, I’ll- I’ll- ahh, Lucy!”
“Don’t hold back.” Lucy tells her between kisses. “Show me your fangs.”
Her tongue finds sharp teeth inside her mouth, perfect for- for- Her claws, too, tearing into Lucy’s sheets around her, ripping loudly. “I’m sor-”
Lucy rolls her tongue over Atsushi’s fangs as she kisses her. “Hold me harder. Fuck me- harder! Atsushi!” And she’s trembling underneath Atsushi with her head rolling back in a captured gasp. Atsushi needs to keep going, she needs to, even when she feels warm pricks of blood following her fingers as she grips Lucy’s shoulders. All of Lucy is warm, so warm, her warmth.
“Lucy! Lucy, Lucy, Lu- I- I lo-.”
The sound that crawls out of her throat can’t be mistaken for anything other than a human roar, tearing through her with her orgasm. Her back arches intensely, holding her pussy against Lucy’s as it leaks cum over her pussy, thighs, ass, bed. Hips move as if they have a life of their own, thrusting quickly and minutely as she rides out her orgasm on top of her...
She still has her claws and fangs when she finally lets herself down. Atsushi’s throat feels sore and unable to hold back the quiet, small sounds as she tries to catch her breath. For a moment a wave of familiar, paralyzing fear threatens to overwhelm- what has she done? How could she?
But then Lucy caresses her cheek with her fingers and she returns, bit by bit, back to her. By the time Atsushi feels that she can actually see, she finds herself on her back. Lucy is beside her, lying over Atsushi’s outstretched arm on her stomach. On her back-
“You’re bleeding.” The words leave her mouth heavily.
Lucy half-opens her eyes. “Relax. I told you to do it, remember?”
“I want…” To help Atsushi pushes herself onto her side. Lucy turns her head in curiosity, following Atsushi’s head until she can’t find it anymore. Atsushi feels her tense in momentary surprise when her tongue touches the skin of her back, delicately lapping the smears and lines of blood she’s left behind. She’s barely thinking at this point. The closest thing to instinct she’s come to, and it’s out of caring for her…
“Ah…” Atsushi’s tongue limply hangs from her mouth as her brain tries to form a coherent thought into words. “Lucy?”
“‘ve got a medicine box in the kitchen.” Lucy mumbles. “Just gimme a few minutes.”
“N… no…” She’s glad there’s something to patch Lucy up with, of course, but that’s not where her brain is at. What was it… her… “Are you… are we…”
“Are we what?”
Atsushi lies back down on her side, facing Lucy. “In a relationship?”
Lucy’s eyes widen. “Do you want to be?”
She feels like shrinking back. “Yes… is that-”
“If you ask me if it’s okay after we did all that, I’ll… ugh.” Lucy sighs and buries her head in her pillow. “I’m too tired to think.”
“Me too.” Atsushi snuggles into the pillow. Then, with a smile, she giggles. “You’re my girlfriend.”
Lucy makes an odd, but not bad, high-pitched noise into her pillow. “Don’t say that! You can’t be cute while you’re licking my blood off of your fingers!”
“Wha?” Oh. She is doing that. Ah, her claws! Her fangs! …ah, what does it matter? It’s okay with Lucy. Her Lucy. Atsushi nuzzles close to Lucy’s face, squeezing in between it and the pillow it’s so firmly pressed against, and pecks a bloody kiss on her cheek. “My Lucy.”
Lucy peeks out at her, a happy smile reflected on her own face. “My Atsushi.”