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"Hey Damara!"
Smoking a catnip laced blunt, Damara lazily turned her head to see Latula stomping towards her.
"Leave Kankri alone with your creepy bullshit! We talked about your lameness!" Latula poked an accusing finger in her chest. Looking down at it, Damara pretty much had the rest of her day decided. She blew a puff of smoke in Latula's face.
"あなたは私と話したい、私が私の情報をどのように受け取るか知っています。" Damara gave Latula her trademark smirk. "あなたのアマゾンのお尻を私のベッドに入れてください。"
Frowning, Latula sneered at the order. "...Whatever."
***
It's been an hour, the room was unconditioned, she was already sweating but Damara was still grinding her nook against Latula's with reckless abandon. Nude and wet in her own red fluids, she shot off a series of East Beforan curses as she continuing gristing herself against an equally nude but noticeably calmer, more bored-looking Latula, who was actually entertaining herself with a Gamebro magazine.
All her determination came to naught as Damara fell to the side, panting in a mixture of frustration and fatigue.
"Done already?" Latula asked, closing the magazine. "Are you ready for me to show you how to do it?"
"...なんでもいい..." Damara grumbled.
Latula got on top of her, her own built form rubbing in just how foolish Damara was to be challenging her in the first place, before pressing her nook against Damara's own hairy entrance and rubbing the two together. She made sure to put a special amount of friction between their clits as Damara could only writhe below her, moaning in a potpourri of pleasure and submissive humiliation. It was a few minutes before the Maid came against her Kismesis, completely at the Knight's mercy.
"So, what do we say? You know our deal." Now it was Latula's turn to smirk like a smartass, pushing her spheres onto Damara's as she brought her face close to hers.
"ごめん..." Damara blushed with a pout as she looked to the side.
Latula turned her face back to lock eyes with her, her two fingers squeezing her cheeks as she leaned down...before she roughly pushed it aside and got off of her. "Ha! 68-2." She then got off of her to redress.
Damara herself reached for her box of catnip and a wrap for it. Sprinkling the catnip in, she wondered how else she was going to get her beloved's attention without being too obvious about what she was doing. Honestly, this kismesis might be the best real decision she ever made...