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Knocking on the familiar door, Lavinia anxiously fidgeted with the bag in her hands. The click of the lock opening made her ears twitch, her heartbeat increasing as the scent within rushed out of the small crack the woman inside was looking at her through. “I came as soon as I could.” She stepped closer. “Are you in your break?”
“For now, yes. Come in.” The blonde moved away, letting the air finally circulate from the cramped space.
Stepping inside, the judge immediately stiffened as her senses were assaulted by the heavy musk within. The pheromones were stronger than she expected but she knew she had to handle it. “I brought you some things to help.” Looking back at the woman, she watched her lock the door and lean against it as she kept her gaze down cast.
“Thank you, but I don't need those.” Their eyes met as she spoke. The taller woman's heart dropping for a moment as she noticed how dilated the vulpo's pupils were.
“Let's go.” She moved to the room she'd been in before, knowing well what will happen once they're inside. Her body growing hotter as she walked.
They barely managed to step foot inside of the bedroom before Ingrid wrapped her arms around the woman in front of her, burying her face into the woman's clothes and taking a deep breath. “You're very pleased.” She husked, pressing herself as close as their bodies allowed.
“Are you yourself, Ingrid?”
“If I wasn't, we wouldn't have made it here.”
“Let's work fast then.” The taller woman felt her face warming up as she started unbuttoning her jacket, watching the woman behind her fumble with the rest of them. “Did you prepare proper protection?”
“Plenty.” She ran her fingers across the now exposed skin, burying her face into the crook of her neck. “I won't let anything hurt you.” She said in a low growl, struggling to keep her hands away from Lavinia's sensitive spots. Her hips twitching and pushing against the woman's back.
The judge took a deep breath as she held her wrists. “I know.” She whispered, peeling her hands away. “I'd also rather not have you rip any clothes tonight.” She continued as she stepped closer to the bed, hastily putting the bag on the bedside table as she threw what cloth remained on her body.
The two of them became naked almost at the same moment, not getting a second to think before they were on top of the mattress. Lavinia's legs immediately spreading open to allow the vulpo to easily slip between them while they feverishly kissed each other, lightly moaning as Ingrid grinding her erect cock against the taller woman's pussy. Slick coating its length and bringing her eminent climax closer with every thrust.
‘Did she get bigger?’ Lavinia thought, reaching between the two of them and lightly stroking her. Gasping as warm liquid shot against her abdomen and chest, coating her hand and stomach. Her heart skipped a beat at how much of it there was and how hard the cock is, even after cumming.
Ingrid leaned back, ripping open a condom she didn't see her grab and quickly slipping it along her length before she rubbed the tip against her entrance. Struggling to hold herself back from thrusting it in all at once.
“I can handle it.” Lavinia said, the words coming out as a moaned plea.
Relieved with the consent, the blonde let her body move as it pleased. Pounding the judge with more speed and power than either of them could imagine, forcing them to moan and groan in almost perfect unison.
It didn't take long for the knot to slip inside of the brown haired woman, making her gasp at the size while her body burned with yearning. Ingrid continued her desperate thrusting even after they got stuck together, finishing only when Lavinia's insides squeezed her as the woman came.
“I didn't hurt you, did I?” Ingrid huffed, her eyes almost entirely black from how dilated her pupils were.
“No.” She breathed, instinctively pulling the woman into a kiss.
They continued to touch each other, playfully nibbling at safe spots and gently squeezing anything they could. The mafiosa letting out a chuckle as she felt Lavinia's thighs.
“What is it?” The judge raised an eyebrow, silently taking notes of the various scars littering the woman's back.
“No, it's nothing of importance.” She softly nuzzled against her cheek.
“That’s not just for you to decide.” Lavinia said, trying to sound commanding even as she gently ran her fingers in the blonde locks.
“I’m amused at how fortunate I am to be in this position.” She giggled, leaning back and carefully pulling out her deflated knot. Both women letting out a low whine at the loss of their connection.
“How so?” She pushed herself up as she spoke, accepting the towel offered to her by the other woman.
“It’s incredibly hard to find someone to help me with this in Siracusa.” She sat on the edge of the bed, keeping her eyes fixated on the cloth in her hands as she cleaned herself. “Not without strings at least.”
“There’s a surge of assault cases and custody battles as of late.” She grit her teeth to kill the whine that almost escaped her throat as she cleaned her pussy. “The strings are more often than not growing into a noose for the people they're attached to.”
“It unnerves me to think of how many children this situation has orphaned.”
“Too many to count.” Lavinia pulled her legs closer to her chest, her tail coming to wrap around her groin. “I've caused quite a few to be sent to orphanages myself.”
“I doubt they would've been better off with their parents.” She leaned back against the judge's leg, her own tail lightly brushing against the woman's foot. Keeping her eyes fixated forward even though her mind was clearly elsewhere.
“That isn't always the case.” Memories flooded her mind, recollections of screams and cries as her gavel sealed their only parent's fate. Children being ripped from their mothers’ arms, fathers begging to keep their little ones. They never left her mind.
A warm sensation snapped her out of her spiral. She blinked as she looked at the woman in front of her, the blonde had silently put her cheek against the judge's knee.
They stared at each other for a few moments before the yellow eyed woman averted her gaze, unable to look at her any longer. Her shame reminding her of its heavy presence.
“Siracusa needs regulation. The longer we go without rules, the worse it gets.” Ingrid's voice was firm yet gentle somehow, as if trying to comfort her in any way other than directly.
“The famiglie won't do anything about it. They get to eliminate or bind down targets much easier this way. They don't care about the people they end up hurting. They never do.” She lowered her head, letting her hair fall across her face. Shame, anger, frustration. She didn't know what it was exactly that made her want to disappear at this moment but she couldn't muster the strength to question it.
The bed lightly moved as Ingrid's weight and warmth disappeared for a few quiet seconds before she touched her again, this time gently pulling the taller woman into a side hug. One that Lavinia couldn't help but savour.
The shorter woman's warmth, the softness of her scarred skin, the uncharacteristic tenderness of her touch in contrast to who she is and what she does. They all made the judge feel something she yearns to be, loved.
She wanted to pull away, she felt heaviness in her chest at the thought of reaching that which she wishes to while she robbed so many innocents of theirs. But before she could do anything of the sorts she let out a satisfied whimper as the base of her ear was gently touched, the shivers running down her spine blinded any thought her mind could conjure.
The touch immediately stopped as Lavinia felt her face burning. Neither of them said anything for a few agonising seconds before the blonde's muffled laughter echoed in the small space, much to the lupo's embarrassment.
“I'm sorry.” Ingrid said through laughter, unable to contain her amusement. “I didn't expect them to be that sensitive.” She tried herself to breath and calm down.
The flustered woman quickly hid her sensitive ears under her hands as she tried to glare at the vulpo. Only managing to look more adorable than intimidating, increasing Ingrid's laughter further. “You should know to be careful with the ears of a lupo.” She tried to command but the clear redness of her cheeks destroyed any authority she had.
“I know.” She giggled further. “I moved without thinking. Please forgive me, Signora Falcone.” Her smile was wide and her eyes shone with glee.
“Denied.” She averted her gaze, electing to push herself to the edge of the bed before reaching for her discarded clothes. “Get dressed.” She commanded, finally calming her nerves again. “We don't have much time left and we need to eat something before it comes back again.”
The vulpo stepped in front of her as she pulled her shirt back into her body, crouching between her legs and making the judge look at her. “Lavinia.” She said with a soft smile, gently putting her hands on the woman's knees.
“Yes?” She felt her face warming up again as their eyes fixated on each other.
“May I kiss you?”
“Why would you ask?” She raised an eyebrow as she leaned down towards her.
“Better air on the side of caution than end up facing your gavel.” The two met in the middle as they kissed softly. Unlike the lust filled make out sessions they had before, this was gentle. As if something else was behind it, though neither of them seemed to bother to think of it further as they soon broke it.
They both put on anything easy to take off before leaving the room for the first time that day. Working together to make anything they could eat quickly.
Even then, they still weren't fast enough. Ingrid tried to rub her thighs together to buy herself some needed time having barely gotten anything in her mouth. Though having the other woman around her seemed to make it harder.
Noticing the vulpo's arousal and her lustful glances, Lavinia knew she needed to try and help her. An awfully humiliating idea sparked into her mind but she knew it would be effective. “Ingrid.” She said, her voice laced with her embarrassment as she cautiously put her hand on the woman's lap. Silently asking for her approval, which she didn't need to wait long for before the blonde nodded. Her orange colored eyes steadily turned darker as her pupils dilated.
Lavinia moved with unnerving steadiness and purpose as she slipped out of the chair she was sitting on and knelt in front of the mafiosa’s. Settling between her legs before she pulled her cock out of her panties, finding it already semi fully erect. She swallowed hard before she started stroking it experimentally, trying to figure out how she could pleasure her without causing any pain. The lack of proper lubricant proved too challenging to work with so, much to her worry, she knew she needed to use her mouth.
She felt her heart thumping in her ears as she put the tip against her lips, slowly pushing as much of it inside as she could without choking. Letting her saliva coat every inch she could take in and drip down the rest of the length, using her hands to smear it the whole way to the woman's knot. ‘She definitely got bigger.’ The lupo panicked, her ears pointing back and flattening against her head. ‘Can I take her that deep again?’ Her face burned with the memory of the first time she deep throated Ingrid's cock during her heat. ‘I wonder if my cycle blinded me to the size’ She tried to push it as deep as her body allowed her, managing to reach a little further than half the length before she needed to move her head back and gasp for air as she coughed.
She glanced up through the tears at the corners of her eyes, immediately meeting the hungry gaze of the woman above her. Her chest tightened as she suddenly felt so small and powerless under the mafiosa's sharp eyes.
Something within her knew what she needed to do to please the woman, opening her mouth again with a deep breath before she started pushing the cock into her. Trying to suppress her gag reflex as much as she could muster to swallow Ingrid's impossible length, the need to pleasure her blinding Lavinia to her own pain.
Strong hands came to hold the back of her head just when she was starting to chicken out again, gently urging her to keep going. Giving her the push she needed to reach the knot, her tongue barely able to reach and lick it.
Finally satisfied with reaching her goal, she pulled her head back again. She soon started sucking her off, bobbing her head as fast as she could. Sometimes pulling it out of her mouth and peppering sloppy kisses along the shaft and cautious licking the inflamed knot, soon noticing the wetness hiding just under the dick.
Her slight shock earned her a small chuckle from the blonde. “Have you never been with a female alpha?” She smirked with amusement, watching the woman's blush intensify.
“I've never been with anyone at all.” She lowered her gaze, using her bangs to hide her embarrassment. “You said it yourself, it's impossible to find someone who's willing to help with this.”
Another giggle made her tail anxiously move against the floor. “This is a good opportunity then.”
“What do you-” Lavinia's words died in her throat as the vulpo brushed her hair back, forcing their eyes to meet again. “Would you like to explore?”
The taller woman felt her heart skipping a beat at what that entailed. Despite never experiencing it herself, she knew how sensitive and intimate touching someone there is. Especially during their rut. Her concern was apparently so obvious that it made Ingrid giggle at her. “Yes. I am sure about this.” She smiled, lightly brushing her hair.
Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, Lavinia quickly picked up where she left off. Licking, sucking and kissing her cock while her hand rubbed along its length. Making sure the woman was thoroughly pleasured before she dipped lower than before, tilting the large dick slightly out of her way so she could reach the vulpo's hidden entrance. Surprised by how wet it was and how much it smelled of Ingrid and sex. Running her tongue along her folds, the judge felt her blood rushing to her head as the woman above her moaned louder than she had ever heard her before. Encourage Lavinia to use this spot more as she jerked her cock off.
It was as if she had hit an acceleration button on the woman's climax with how quickly Ingrid reached. Cumming so much that she soiled the underside of the table and dropped on the taller woman's face and hair, making her keep her eyes half closed just to be safe.
She tried to move out from under the table but Ingrid quickly took a hold of her, kissing her and biting her lip. “Thank you. That helped.” The woman breathed, the lust in her eyes clearly still there.
“Don't lie to me.” She huffed, the thick liquid dripping down her face making it hard to sound anything other than pouty.
“I'm not. My head is clearer but it won't be for long.”
“Then I'll wash up while you finish here and go to the bedroom.”
“Alright.”
The two of them separate as Lavinia disappeared into the small bathroom nearby. The sound and coldness of the water barely managed to distract her from the loud beating of her heart and the mess of thoughts swirling in her head. ‘Why did she let me do that?’ She wetted a portion of a towel before she started wiping away the cum from her hair and face. ‘Why did she taste good?’ She splashed water on her face to try and clear her head but the moment her eyes closed, she saw Ingrid's face. Smiling, looking at her with a loving softness. ‘Why do I keep thinking of her?’ She groaned, shaking her head and rubbing her thighs together. The slippery mess her arousal created bothered her further.
She quickly discarded the towel into what seemed to be a dirty clothes pile before she hastily made her way back to the room, unbuttoning her shirt as she walked.
She was almost immediately slammed against the door as Ingrid started kissing and biting her lips, desperately thrusting against her and touching anything she could reach. Squeezing her breasts and thigh before prompted Lavinia to wrap her legs around her, pressing their bodies harder against each other and making it easier for the judge to get penetrated.
She sneaked her hand between them to guide the cock and make it easier to slip inside of her, relieved to know that a condom was indeed covering it all.
Letting out a loud whiny moan as her dick slipped inside finally, reaching deep inside of her in one quick motion. Though the vulpo didn't give her any time to recover before she started pounding into her as fast and strong as she could, not slowing down even as she felt the lupo cumming. Effectively overstimulating her until the large knot was squeezed inside of her, both of their bodies twitching as they came together. “Mi scusi, signora.” The blonde breathed, pulling her closer and forcing herself to move. “I couldn't wait any longer.” Desperation laced her words as she carefully walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, keeping the judge secured on her lap and making the knot slightly move. Sending a light jolt of pain through both of them, though its effect on the lupo seemed different from her.
The mafiosa studied the brown-haired woman's face, noticing the pleasured expression that mixed with the pain. Her insides twitching in response as well. “Lavinia.” She started, curiously pinching said woman's nipple and noting how her body reacted similarly to it. “Do you enjoy pain?”
“N-no- I'm just-” A whimper interrupted her words as Ingrid painfully flicked her clit.
“Try again.” She commanded.
Breathing heavily, the taller woman hid her face into the blonde's neck. Hugging her close as if trying to disappear. “I… Yes, I do.”
Humming in amusement, she lightly rubbed her back in an attempt to ease her embarrassment. “I didn't expect that from you.” She chuckled, running her fingers carefully through the long brown locks. Delighted at how the woman's tail shyly loved behind her. “We can talk more about it once my cycle is over.”
“Why should we?”
“It might make it easier to manage your heat.” She kissed the woman's shoulder as the now deflated knot was pulled out of her.
“We'll see about it.” She whined at the loss of contact before she moved onto the bed, Ingrid making her stop in place once she got on her hands and knees. Her brief confusion at this was quickly shattered as she noticed the woman's erection.
She patiently waited as the old condom was discarded and a new one was put on before Ingrid stood up and positioned herself behind the judge. Taking a few moments to line herself up properly before she took a hold of the woman's hips and pulled her back as she thrusted forward, pushing her length entirely into her in one move once again. Making her gasp and arch her back, gripping the sheets with so much strength that her nails ripped the fabric.
The vulpo chuckled at her between hard breaths, running her palm across the woman's back and enjoying the sight of the judge trembling in pleasure.
The lupo felt her mind blanking over and over as Ingrid pounded her sensitive cunt, knowing well that getting overstimulated was inevitable as her first climax approached.
“Lavinia.” The blonde husked against her ear as she leaned over her, sending a shiver from her spine to the pit of her stomach.
The judge whimpered at the hot breath against her ear while the knot slammed against her. “Y- Yes?” She tried to look her way.
The mafiosa blinked before letting out a small giggle. “Good girl.” She practically whispered, the words leaving her throat without her brain fully understanding what or why she said them.
Luckily for her though, that was what Lavinia needed to cum. Her entire body shaking and trembling, her insides squeezing harder than ever and pushing the vulpo over the edge as well. Cumming without even pushing her knot inside.
They stayed in their high for a few long blissful seconds until they practically collapsed on the bed, Ingrid struggling to stop herself from letting her full weight fall on the woman under her.
From where she was, Lavinia's neck was wide open to her. Its warmth was radiating, enticing and alluring. Making her itch to give it attention. Kissing, licking, lightly sucking and eventually, pressing her teeth into it softly.
“Ingrid!” The lupo gasped in a panic as she tried to push her head away with shaking hands. The call snapping the woman out of her trance, making her quickly push herself back. Looking at the now bruised skin with wide eyes, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach in fear that they'd been too late.
Much to both of their relief, the skin hasn't been broken. They managed to avoid marking somehow, yet the danger of how close they'd gotten scared both of them.
Gritting her teeth, the mafiosa pulled out of her carefully before helping her to lay properly on the mattress. The judge too exhausted to protest any of it.
Once the woman was settled properly, the vulpo sat on the floor by the bed. Her deep breaths more audible than she wants them to be. The air hung heavy over them as they regained their composer, the state of their relationship uncertain.
Lavinia watched her intently. The way her large ears flattened against her head, her lips hung slightly parted without any sign of her usual smile, her hair fallen around her face and obscuring her eyes.
The judge knew that she needed to break the tension before it drowned her. Ingrid wasn't going to start anything. Not after coming so close to marking her. But she was lost on how she was supposed to go about it. She's the one in danger, she should be made. Yet she isn't. Something within her yearned for the connection again already, knowing fully well that she couldn't have it before clearing things.
“Ingrid.” She started, her voice softer than she knew it could ever be. “Our agreement still stands.”
“It included taking protective measures to prevent any accidents. Which I didn't do.” Her ears lowered further.
“And none has occured as of now.” Seeing the woman's worry still looming over her, the lupo reached out her hand. Pausing as a thought finally sparked in her mind. “If you insist on an appropriate punishment for edging that close go disaster, then I might have just what you want.”
The blonde woman's ear twitched at the suggestion yet no words left her mouth in response. Waiting as the judge shuffled behind her, opening the bedside drawer and pulling something out. “I remember seeing this when I was looking for tissues last time I was here.” She held it towards Ingrid, it was a quiet suggestion more than a command.
There was a beat of silence as the lupo glanced at the muzzle in the woman's hand, eventually letting out a small giggle. Breaking the tension between them at last. “I completely forgot about that old thing.” Their eyes finally met and for a moment, Lavinia almost saw sadness in the woman's eyes. “Are you sure this would be enough?”
“A suitable price for the crime you've committed.” She said bluntly, her professionalism seeping into her words.
“If that's your final verdict then I have no objections, your honor.” She chuckled, taking the muzzle from her hands and starting to strap it to her face. “It's been a long while since I had to wear this.” Her voice was low and soft, as if it was a thought that wasn't supposed to be voiced.
“When did you wear it last?” Lavinia watched her intently, mesmerized by the dexterity of the woman's scarred fingers.
“Three years ago. My ex husband's glands were irritated and we didn't want to make it any worse for him.” Their eyes met, sadness flashed across the usually unreadable woman's face.
“What… happened to him? If you don't mind me asking.”
“The same thing that always happens when a mafioso causes too much trouble while having someone they care about still alive.” Guilt, anger, sadness, they all seemed to mix and clash in her eyes as she spoke. “Even Lisa wasn't spared from their targeting.”
“I'm sorry.” The judge felt a weight fall on her shoulders.
“It's okay.” She pushed herself up, finally sitting back on the edge of the bed. “I made them pay.”
Lavinia wasted no time before moving closer to her, pulling the woman into a hug as best as she could.
Soon feeling Ingrid's hand on her cheek. “This is the state of Siracusa. I know it well and I was careless.”
“It shouldn't be. Siracusa can be improved- has to be improved. It can't continue like this.”
“Lavinia.” The vulpo turned slightly so she could hug her back. “I know you want to change this place for the better but it won't be easy. The famiglia and Siracusa are one and the same. To better Siracusa is to wage a war on the famiglia.”
“You're not asking me to stop this, are you?” She was stern. Hiding the pain and fear that coursed through her behind a convincing yet thin veil of anger.
“I'm not.” She squeezed her closer. She seemed like she was going to add more to that but stopped herself.
Tension filled the air around them but neither of them could take care of that before a more pressing issue arose. That being a new wave of rut consuming the mafiosa's body. “We need to take care of that.” Lavinia breathed, pushing away whatever it was swirling with her in favour of focusing on the issue at hand.
Ingrid pushed her back down onto the bed, breathing her in as best she could through the distance that the muzzle created.
Suddenly, she felt the taller woman pushing her to the side. Swiftly flipping their positions as she straddled her waist.
The both had a lot of things running through their heads and it seemed that Lavinia had an idea of how to distract herself from them.
“I'd like to try it my way for a change.” She put her hands on the woman's chest for support as she waited for her approval.
“You can do whatever you’d like, your honor.” Her eyes were darkening with every second as she allowed her focus to be wholly dedicated to the woman in front of her.
Reaching for a new condom, she kept her eyes locked on the vulpo's as she ripped it open. “Spero che siate pronti.” She husked, moving lower and easily slipping it on the woman's hard cock before she quickly pushed inside of herself.
Her vigor was slowly drained as she moved her hips, despite Ingrid's attempts to help. Still, the two of them filled the air with an array of moans, groans and whimpers that drowned the tension from earlier.
This cycle of sex, comfort and rest continued for a few days to come until Ingrid's rut finally ended. Managing to have no more incidents or close calls even when her rut surprised them a few times without the muzzle nearby.
One such instance was the last one they needed. The arousal fading away marked the end of her mating cycle, allowing her to think clearly again as she held the taller woman in her arms. Running her fingers in the long brown hair that seemed to stretch on forever. “Thank you for helping me.” She spoke softly between the lupo's fluffy ears as she enjoyed the feeling of them against her cheeks.
“It's my pleasure.” She murmured, seemingly about to fall asleep in the comfort of their closeness.
Hugging her tightly, the vulpo took a moment to think before she spoke again. Her voice soft yet stern. “I have a new job. I'll be gone for a while and I don't know when I'll be back here.”
Lavinia's ears twitched as her eyes shot wide open, yet she didn't move a muscle. “I'm guessing you can't tell me any details about it?”
“That's right.”
“Do you have an idea when you'll be back?”
“Not exactly, no.”
“When will you be leaving?”
“Later tonight.”
Silence fell over them after that. Neither woman moving as Lavinia tried to sort and ignore all the thoughts that were running through her mind. “Would you… mind doing me a favour?” Her voice was small. As if the words left her in spite of her actual desire.
“Of course, what is it?”
“This isn't a part of our agreement, thus you have all the right to refuse it.” She paused for a moment, swallowing a lump in her throat quietly before she continued. “I want to… sleep with you. Just once when neither of us is in heat.”
“I wouldn't mind.” She chose to ignore any more words that might've escaped her lips.
Lavinia tilted her head up so they could kiss, spending a few seconds just exploring and enjoying each other's mouths. The judge letting out a small whimper when Ingrid touched the base of her tail teasingly.
They moved in sync, breaking the connection so the vulpo could slip between her thighs as she was pushed properly on her back. Ingrid stared at her for a few moments, admiring the lupo's body. The way she breathed, the moles that dotted her body, the scar on her gorgeous thigh, the way her breasts were pushed together because she kept her arms around the mafiosa's neck, the way her cheeks flushed red with every second that passed with them in this position. “You're very beautiful.” She smirked, enjoying the way the woman squirmed at the words.
“You're one to talk.” Her brow furrowed in embarrassment as she gathered her strength before she shamelessly ran her palms on the blonde's chest and toned abdominal muscles. Ignoring how loud her heart was thumping in her chest as she looked at all the woman's scars and the tattoo around her throat.
Ingrid chuckled as she reached for the condom box by the bed before the taller woman stopped her from grabbing one. She turned to look at the woman under her with a raised eyebrow as they froze in that position. “We don't need them. Your rut just ended and I've taken precautions in case of accidents.” The judge husked, determination and something swirled together in her eyes.
“That's still dangerous.”
“I know how to protect myself. If anything goes wrong, I'll handle it.” She tightened her grip on the mafiosa's wrist as she spoke.
“ We will handle it.” She emphasized, finally pulling her hand back and leaning down to kiss her again. “I will help you with everything.”
Lavinia pulled her close at that, running her hands across the scarred woman's back and enjoying the feeling of her hands across her own body. They fondled each other in sync, enjoying each other's skin and the small noises they both were making.
The lupo spread her legs wide open the moment Ingrid leaned back, making it as easy as possible for her to be penetrated. Letting out a loud whimper as the cock slipped inside of her, both of them enjoying the new feeling of each other without the layer of rubber separating them.
“Good girl.” Ingrid whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she started thrusting into her already soaking pussy.
They kissed and clawed at each other, the blonde woman leaving hickies across her breasts and chest. Lightly biting some sensitive spots she had grown accustomed to teasing over the times they spent together.
Lavinia wrapped her legs around the woman's waist as she felt knot swelling, ready to be pushed inside of her. “Do it. Please.” She moaned, trying to keep with her rhythm.
It took a few more strong thrusts before it finally slipped inside, both of them cumming at the same moment. Their fluids mixing together and somehow enhancing the experience that already sent shivers and shocks through both of their bodies.
They breathed heavily as they stayed there, Ingrid lazily running her hands on the woman's soft skin and lingering occasionally on any blemish on her skin that she could reach from that position. “You should take a shower before going home.” She kissed her neck as she talked, nuzzling the soft skin.
The judge hummed an agreement as she ran her fingers across the soft fur of the vulpo's large ears. “...Ingrid. Be careful on your mission.”
“I will.” She chuckled.
The rest of that morning went by like a dream to Lavinia. They showered, ate and Ingrid insisted on being the one to drive her back to her home.
Once she was alone, she quickly busied herself with work. Keeping her mind occupied and away from whatever it was that stirred in her chest.
The days passed by without her noticing until she got into her bath.
Something about being nude, in the warm embrace of the water and finally fully looking at the still noticeable marks on her skin that broke her. She felt a deep painful yearning exploding in her chest as she suddenly felt so incredibly alone.
Her home was empty like it always has been and yet this moment, as she sat in her quiet bath, felt so painfully lonely.
She knew she couldn't deny it any more. The safety, the trust, the pain at the idea of her being with someone else, the desire she has to be touched by her. She knew these weren't just feelings she can have for a friend or a contractor. She has known this for a long time but she always denied it. She had her reasons but her heart seemed to not care about any of them.
‘Ingrid Venezia… Please be safe.’ She thought as she pushed her head under the water, letting her hair swim around her. ‘Please give me a chance to tell you that I love you. Please.’
Her lungs burned for air and yet she waited until her body jerked out on its own before she let herself breath. Wondering how she could've been so blind for so long.