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Summary:

Diamant polishes Alear's Emblem Ring very thoroughly for her.

Notes:

just don't think about it too hard

 

thanks much to kurakynr for beta edits~

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Within the confines of his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, Diamant fondly caresses the gem on top of the Ring of the Connector, Alear’s Emblem Ring, with his thumb. The red-blue gemstone embedded within the ring was truly beautiful, and it reminded him of her. She'd forgotten to take it back from him after the last battle– he would have to return it to her later.

Taking a closer look, he can tell that it’s starting to show a few signs of use, marred by some blemishes and smudges streaking the metal. He decides he should take care of this– after all, it should be in perfect condition for her. He drags his tongue against the pad of his thumb, and slowly slides the wet surface across the thin metal of the ring, making sure to thoroughly coat all of the blemishes. That ought to be enough to wipe away the grime. He takes out a soft cloth and presses his fingers in, making sure to explore every little bend and groove with firm strokes, applying just enough pressure to make it shine. This should please her, he thinks, before he twists it back down onto his finger.

Alear is outside training with Alfred, close to completing a set of pushups, when she’s suddenly taken by the overwhelming sensation of Diamant’s fingers sliding up tantalizingly between her sex. A wave of pleasure crashes throughout her body, forcing her to stifle a moan which she attempts to disguise as a grunt. So far, her reps have been perfect, so Alfred notices immediately when she misses the timing. Attempting to recover, Alear forces down a dry swallow. Just two more to go. She isn’t given much time to recuperate before the stimulation returns tenfold, completely overpowering her resolve. She draws a sharp gasp between her lips, feeling Diamant's large, slick fingers stretching her narrow entrance and massaging firmly against her walls. Her arms tremble violently as the intoxicating pleasure rapidly floods her brain. With a heavy, ragged breath, she collapses against the ground, breaking the pushup.

Alfred walks around to check on her, and is surprised seeing her face completely flushed and body a quivering mess. "Divine One? Are you feeling alright?", he asks her, before he notices her eyes rolled back and her lips parted obscenely. She responds with a shaky breath, “Aah... Y-yes... I've never felt better."