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For someone who was married to a man, Cecilia Shariac was way, way too good at eating out pussy.
That was hardly the sort of blunt, potty-mouthed observation that prim, composed Lixue of all people should be making. It sounded more the sort of crude statement for Shub to unblushingly offer, or even Kira if she was riled up enough.
Except that it wasn’t Shub or Kira in the position to have that current revelation. It wasn’t any of the other Snow Wolf Squad members, who—as most of them all too frequently lamented and resigned themselves to—were convinced of the fact that Schiksal’s top-ranked valkyrie was tragically straight and spoken for.
No, it was Cheng Lixue who found herself in the position of trembling as she sat on the edge of her bed, her shirt still on but her pants and panties alike pooled around her ankles as Cecilia Shariac knelt between her legs and buried her face into Lixue’s sex.
This was not what Lixue had been intending.
Truly!
Everything had been spinning steadily more out of control over the last few weeks. Ever since they had gone on a ‘squad night out’. Lixue had never been one for going out (it was time that could be better spent meditating, or in pursuit of furthering her skills as a valkyrie), but she could appreciate the rare opportunity for the full squad to actually have some time for socialization. While the rest of them all lived together in a flat, Cecilia was all too often busied as a married woman and mother of two young children.
So when she had agreed to a night out—Siegfried had the kids for a weekend trip—there hadn’t even been the question of saying no; Kira would have had Lixue’s head if she had even breathed the idea of sitting out.
Maybe that had been the problem…the fact that it had been so long since they gone out for “teambuilding”. Or maybe it was the fact that Patricia loved nothing more than drinking games. Or that Shub kept getting more rounds of drinks for everyone, while Kira was desperate for them to stay out as late as possible with Cecilia.
Or maybe it was a combination of all of that, and something else still.
Either way, it had been Lixue who had decided to step up and, despite her own inebriation, help a very drunk Cecilia back. She was probably the least drunk of their team, or at least managed to keep the most composure. That or her normal reputation held up to some measure, as everyone (barring Kira, who had looked exceedingly envious that her name was not Cheng Lixue in that moment) had agreed Lixue was the most responsible of the group to ensure that their glorious and beloved leader made it home safely.
Over a bottle of wine that Cecilia had opened once guided home, they had curled up on the couch together for a bit, Lixue offering a sympathetic ear as Cecilia confided in some of the struggles as a valkyrie, squad leader, wife, and mother all in one.
The pressure of maintain optimum performance for Schiksal; the struggle and worries of raising Bianka and Kiana, even with Siegfried there to help; the very and relatable concerns with her own image and body, especially after two births—stretch marks across her tummy and breasts felt and looked different than they had once before.
(And a desire for some excitement, sometimes. The thrill of more than just the tedium of home life.)
When Cecilia had lifted her shirt hem, showing the marks that being a mother had left on her, Lixue couldn’t help but chime in.
Ridiculous. Really. Cecilia was in prime physical shape, even after carrying two children. Anyone with functional vision could see she was gorgeous. And stretch marks? How was it any different than the various old training and battle scars or callouses that Lixue carried?
She might have leaned forward during her declaration, placing one hand over Cecilia’s stomach—something a sober Lixue would have been mortified to do. The details weren’t very clear in head.
But what she did clearly remember was the way Cecilia cupped her hand, running her thumbs over some of those rough training scars that littered Lixue’s knuckles and palm. Lixue had felt something electric in the air, tingling through even the haze of alcohol, culminating when Cecilia brought Lixue’s hand up to her face to place a kiss to one fingertip before parting her satin soft lips and taking the whole of the digit into her mouth.
And then, well…Lixue had woken up with the early sunrise, finding herself hungover, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and naked in bed next to an equally naked and slumbering Cecilia Shariac.
To say that Lixue had done the walk of shame would have been an understatement; it was the run of shame, before Cecilia woke up and before Lixue had to face the utter horror of the fact that oh god, she and their straight, married squad leader absolutely definitely had sloppy drunken lesbian sex.
After quickly and quietly collecting up the trail of her discarded clothing to dress and fleeing back to her flat, she had managed the briefest of excuses to her friends and squadmates that Cecilia had simply insisted she sleep there for the night, escaping to the privacy of her room in the face of Kira’s complaints of “why do you have all the good luck?”
There, she had thrown herself into bed, replaying what fractured wine-flavored memories of the prior night she could recall, and desperately praying that her impending doom would not be so terrible as what she dreaded. Never had she messed up so badly before. She was the paragon of proper behavior she knew, especially compared to her other A-rank valkyries. Never crass, never improper, always trying to stay focused…to the point of being perceived as too uptight.
Until this.
Somehow, she had managed to fall back asleep, troubled as her mind was about what yet might happen.
Except that…nothing happened. There was no message or missed call on her phone when she woke up hours later. And nothing the rest of the day. Or the next day. Or the next.
And when they met for squad training, Cecilia had acted…entirely normal?
As if nothing had ever occurred—to the point that Lixue almost wondered if she had dreamt it all up.
Or perhaps it was just that Cecilia, too, wanted to forget the passing night of indiscretions.
Probably for the best.
Lixue had just started to settle back into normalcy and putting the past behind her when it yet again was yanked out from under her feet.
Cecilia invited her over for lunch. An innocuous thing, really, though Lixue found herself a bit alarmed when she arrived and it was just her and Cecilia again…the husband of the household and their two young daughters out yet again. But there had been no wine served with the lunch, so surely Lixue was getting anxious over nothing. Surely it was just her own nerves that kept noticing the decidedly not-stereotypical low rise “not-Mom” jeans Cecilia had chosen to wear. Or the low and swooping v-neck of her cotton shirt.
Definitely that.
After all, lunch had been perfectly unremarkable between them. A catch up between squadmates. At least until they moved into the kitchen to clean up.
Lixue was against the counter, just finishing putting away some plates into the cabinet when Cecilia called out to her.
And when she had turned around, stomach jumping in a strange and unfamiliar way at how her name had been spoken in a singsong hum, she had had found Cecilia already pressing up against her—breasts full and distractingly soft, and then lips pressing into her own in a precise and searching kiss.
Completely sober as they both were, Lixue’s brain had done the equivalent of a flatline, freezing up entirely until the moment one of Cecilia’s hands slipped under the hem of her shirt and stroked at the sensitive skin just below her waistline.
She had practically jumped then.
Cecilia had given a bit of a sheepish laugh, but her hand stayed fixed on the vulnerable curve of Lixue’s pelvis, pad of her thumb rubbing small little circles against the increasingly heated skin there. Her eyes were soft and bright and blue, and Lixue found herself being swallowed up in them.
“Sorry…it’s just that you don’t need to say anything, but I assumed last time was probably your first time. And you deserve much better than a wine and liquor drunk mess for your first memories. I wanted to make it up to you properly.”
She…what?
Lixue floundered, mouth moving soundlessly before glancing down at Cecilia’s ringed finger and uttering the only thing she could think of.
“W-What about…your h-husband—”
She had stuttered so badly that she couldn’t even begin to manage the effort of daring to utter Siegfried’s name. Not when Siegfried’s wife had her pinned up against the countertop and was flirting with undoing the belt and zipper on Lixue’s pants. In his house.
Cecilia’s gaze had softened then, something in her eyes that made Lixue’s breath catch unexpectedly. She had thought herself used the charisma that Schiksal’s only S-rank valkyrie seemed to naturally exude, but she wondered then if this was what had done in the hearts of so many young valkyries and made the holder of the Abyss Flower their gay awakening.
The way that Cecilia seemed to look at just her, as if she were the only person in the world worth giving time to. There was an overflowing kindness and caring, completed with a glimmer of…desire?
(Want? For Lixue?)
“That’s sweet of you, Lixue. But you don’t need to worry yourself. Siegfried approves of you.”
What?!
Lixue’s brain had yet again flatlined trying to make sense of that when Cecilia leaned back in and up to continue kissing her. Her tongue had slipped easily into Lixue’s mouth, with a patient and experienced confidence that chased away any thought of protest.
Thinking, as it turned out, fled from her mind entirely until much later, when Lixue found herself yet again staring up at the same bedroom ceiling, wide-eyed and panting from post-coital endorphins as Cecilia hummed quite happily next to her.
So maybe Cecilia Schariac wasn’t quite so “lamentably straight” as what most of the Snow Wolf Squad had always bemoaned.
Except that her newly awakened bisexual fancy seemed to be solely set on Lixue. And that it also didn’t seem to be a one-time (or two-time) fancy.
Lixue’s life as a member of the Snow Wolf Squad became a rollercoaster of unexpected assignations and covert affairs, all completely unpredictable by her own perspective. She could never expect if Cecilia would treat her entirely as a squad member one day, or was about to pull her into a locked side room or back to the Kaslana house for a round of extensive fucking.
Cheng Lixue thought she might be quietly going insane. And the worst part was, she could hardly confide in anyone. Her fellow squad mates were the exact friends she was desperately trying to keep this tryst secret from, which left practically no one else. Her Master Fu Hua?
The very thought of discussing her sexual…conundrums with her Master would have her just as soon jumping off a mountain.
And it wasn’t that the whole affair was bad. Quite the opposite. If the rest of the valkyries knew what a sex fiend Cecilia was in bed (at least with another woman), Lixue would doubtlessly be the envy of Schiksal. It was more that…Lixue herself could barely seem to get the proverbial ground steady beneath her feet when Cecilia Schariac was involved.
And the current situation was no exception.
It wasn’t like Lixue had invited Cecilia over! The top ranked valkyrie had shown up unexpectedly, precisely when all of the other squad members that Lixue lived with were out and about. And it wasn’t like it was out of line for her to do so, nor had she jumped Lixue as soon as the door had closed behind her.
And yet, same as what seemed to be always now, Lixue found herself in a position that she probably should not have allowed.
More specifically, in her own bedroom with its all too thin walls and door, and with Cecilia seemingly all too focused on using nothing besides her mouth to get Lixue to orgasm as hard as possible.
They shouldn’t be doing this.
They should absolutely not be doing this.
Not just because of, well, the whole principle of it all (to which Cecilia Schariac seemed unfathomably unbothered by, nevermind if she had remarked to Lixue that she and Siegfried were in an open relationship and this was not a problem).
But also, more distractingly while here of all places was the fact that Kira was bound to be back at the apartment any time now. If she heard Lixue, if she realized what was going on between Lixue and Cecilia…? It would be disastrous.
The anxiety of it all—the risk of being caught, of her squadmates finally finding out that Cecilia had been having an affair with her of all people—crept up her spine and threatened to pour cold water over the pleasure that Cecilia was otherwise so firmly chasing between her legs.
Yet as if uncannily sensing that distracting tension, Cecilia immediately did something with her tongue—a different swipe, followed immediately by a soft suck—and then any semblance of coherent thought and worry evaporated out of Lixue’s mind and body alike. She jolted, only the S-rank valkyrie’s firm grip keeping her hips seated on the mattress, and had to bite hard against the back of her own hand as a pathetically strangled sound finally escaped out of her throat only to be muffled against her skin.
Lixue squeezed her eyelids shut until she could see stars, reopened them blearily. The typically familiar surroundings of her room were a hazy and shaky mess. But when she managed to overcome her own embarrassment and glance down between her bared and spread legs, there was no mistaking the delightedly pleased glimmer in Cecilia’s eyes.
Lixue could feel that hum buzz against her clit, clearly satisfied that Lixue’s resolve to stay firmly quiet was finally buckling under the pressure.
And no different than a weakness in defense during battle practice, Cecilia seemed to seize on it.
It didn’t take much longer at all to undo Lixue entirely.
Cecilia ran her fingers lovingly through Lixue’s hair as she struggled to pull a full breath afterward, leaning in to kiss her sweat-dampened brow before beaming at her.
“Oh, you’re so good for me, Cheng Lixue. Such a good girl.”
It was hardly like there was much of an age difference between them; only one or two years, though Cecilia was already a mother of two. Yet the treatment had Lixue’s cheeks flushing, both at tone and at the way her body instinctively responded to the praise from Cecilia.
Oh, gods, truly nothing in all of her extensive training under the Master’s School of Taixuan Thought had prepared her for anything like this. Nothing had prepared her for the full force of Cecilia Schariac’s full and vested interest in her.
Lixue had only just shimmied back into her pants when there was the unmistakable sound of the front door to the apartment opening, followed by Kira’s distinctly off-key voice announcing that she was back.
It nearly made Lixue jump out of her own skin.
Cecilia emerged from the bedroom looking as pristine as ever, not a hair out of place. Lixue followed behind her, desperately combing her fingers through her hair and trying not to look as frantic as what she felt.
Why, oh why did Cecilia seem almost…delighted with how Lixue struggled to keep up with her.
(The woman, Lixue was beginning to suspect, was a horrible tease.)
In the kitchen, Kira whirled around as they entered.
“Hey, Lixue— oh, Cecilia! I didn’t know you were coming over today!”
Immediately, Kira was all starry-eyed adoration, her attention wholly consumed with her long-time crush.
The long-time crush she assumed was out of her league because she was incurably straight.
The long-time crush who was, in fact, most definitely bisexual, most definitely in an amicably open relationship, and who was (and just had) most definitely been fucking Lixue. All with Kira none the wiser.
Lixue was certain that they had to both reek of sex; she could practically feel the fresh hickeys that Cecilia left on her inner thigh burning, and even though the bruised evidence was safely hidden beneath layers of clothing, she found herself squeezing her legs together instinctively.
Which of course only made her own still swollen and wet sex pulse, all the more potent a reminder of what she was trying to hide.
How it wasn’t abundantly obvious to Kira was beyond her.
As it was, she suppressed the urge to hide her face in her hands, more than happy to let Kira’s attention linger on Cecilia instead.
Cecilia, who having exchanged pleasantries now readied to make her leave by stepping back over Lixue. She reached out unerringly to push some of Lixue’s hair back behind her shoulder, a gesture made all the more intimate by the way her hand lingered for a moment longer, brushing against the still heated skin of Lixue’s neck.
“I’ll see you later, darling.”
Complete with a wink. A wink of all things!
Lixue thought she might explode into steam and nothingness. Or she wished it.
Kira, at least, was too busy bemoaning life when the door closed behind her crush to even notice Lixue’s bright red blush…or the hickey that Cecilia had conveniently covered by adjusting Lixue’s hair.
“Darling?! She called you ‘darling’? Ah, what do I have to do to get more attention from Squad Leader around here…what are your secrets!?”
“Nothing!” Lixue tried not to let her voice creep up a few notes higher than normal. “There are no secrets!”
Or at least, none that she had any intention of ever sharing.