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By the time she gets Mydei on her knees with her cheek shoved in the dirt, Phainon is dripping.
Her sweat and blood dribble down onto Mydei's nape where Phainon leans over her, pinning one of Mydei's arms across her broad back. Phainon's nose throbs where Mydei caught her with a hit that crackled with broken cartilage, but it's her cunt that aches more, pressed against Mydei's ass as she straddles one of Mydei's legs.
Mydei's laugh is hoarse and breathless, dirt blowing at the force of it. "There you go, Deliverer," she coos, mocking, as if she's the one who won this spar. Maybe she is—Phainon never quite walks away from a fight with Mydeimos the Undying feeling as though her own victory were clean. "Maybe you can learn to fight the way you need to."
Phainon scoffs. Her arms are still white-hot with adrenaline, pulse racing since before the fight even started. "Really organic teaching, Mydei. I'm sure all of my enemies will snatch my sword from me and stab it through their own stomach to goad me."
"It worked," Mydei says simply, her tiny smile satisfied, teeth stained with blood. "Someone's gotta get you out of your own head."
"By killing yourself?" Phainon snaps, not registering how her grip tightens until she hears the pop of Mydei's wrist bones beneath her fingers. The sound shudders through her—makes her think of something worse cracking, like Mydei's skull. Mydei's spine. She releases Mydei's arm all at once, sitting back on her haunches.
Mydei rolls over onto her back, thigh still trapped between Phainon's. In the low light of the Grove's Evernight, the golden blood caked across her face glimmers. Phainon's gaze drifts from Mydei's swollen lower lip to the glistening sweat between her collarbones. To her nipple, hard where Phainon had tore aside the bandages covering her chest. To Mydei's stomach, covered in so much blood from her self-inflicted wound Phainon can't even see where the gash from her blade has healed over.
"And I'll keep doing it until you get used to the sight," Mydei says, softer now, serious, and rage rushes through Phainon once more like the incoming tide.
"You will not," Phainon grits out, planting her palms on either side of Mydei's head to crowd over her once more. "I've proven myself enough, haven't I?"
Mydei licks the blood from her split lip, eyes growing heavy. "You have, yes," she says, lifting her thigh until it presses up against Phainon's cunt, the fabric of her pants and underwear damp. "But I think you enjoyed this fight, too."
Phainon stares down at her, mouth wide. It would be so easy to give in—to rock down against Mydei's thick thigh, blessedly free of greaves today. To kiss the smirk off her face. Instead, her hand finds its way to Mydei's throat, fingers circling it to the feel the rabbiting of her pulse.
"You are terrible, Mydei," she whispers.
Mydei sneers up at her, nose crooked from years of fights. "As if you're any better, Deliverer."
Phainon squeezes, hot all over with fury and arousal in equal measures. For once, Mydei doesn't fight her—simply grabs Phainon's wrist and holds it, relaxing into her grip. Phainon watches, enraptured, as Mydei's cheeks go ruddy in the dusk, as her eyes grow hazy and then start to roll.
Phainon releases her, and Mydei gasps for breath, chest heaving. Phainon lets her hand slide down Mydei's tacky skin until she can cup Mydei's half-bared breast. Rubbing her callused thumb over Mydei's nipple, she nearly moans when Mydei's thigh jerks up into her.
"Phainon," Mydei says, throaty and rough. "Phainon."
Heat curls in Phainon's gut at the sound of her name on Mydei's tongue. She drops down, plastering herself over Mydei, and kisses her hard. Her nose fucking hurts pushing into Mydei's cheek and everything is sticky and bitter with blood and dirt, but Mydei fists Phainon's ponytail and shoves her tongue in her mouth, and Phainon can't help the whimper that spills from her.
Mydei laughs against her mouth, rolling her hips up against Phainon's. "That's it, puppy. Don't you want your prize for winning?"
Phainon snarls and bites at the split on Mydei's bottom lip. Mydei gasps, back arching as the cut cracks open again, and Phainon laps at the fresh blood, hoping it stings.
Mydei gives Phainon's ponytail a sharp tug, dragging her head back and baring her throat. Phainon groans as Mydei's teeth find her neck, sinking in before she sucks at the skin. She bites her way up to Phainon's jaw, pressing a kiss to it, then drags Phainon into place by the hair until she can lick into her mouth again.
Phainon's whole body jolts, rubbing her against the length of Mydei's body. She twists Mydei's nipple, pushing her nail into it, and the moan Mydei lets out makes slick gush from Phainon's cunt.
"Oh, fuck," Phainon whispers, leaning her forehead against Mydei's. She can't help it when she grinds down on Mydei's thigh like an untrained dog, the pressure heavenly against her clit. "Mydei, you're so gorgeous."
Mydei huffs and turns her head away—flustered, Phainon knows, the way she always gets at compliments, especially the earnest ones. Phainon nuzzles Mydei's cheek instead, breathing in the tangy scent of fresh sweat, rocking harder against her.
Mydei's thighs squeeze around hers, stomach clenched when Phainon trails her hand lower to toy with Mydei's belt. "Haikas," she grumbles as Phainon works the clasp free and tugs at Mydei's waistband. "Anyone could stumble upon us. What would the Okhemans think if their precious Deliverer was found fucking in the dirt like an animal?"
Phainon chuckles, sitting up to pull at Mydei's clothes with both hands. "I don't care if it means I get even a glimpse of your cunt," Phainon says, and strips Mydei of her boots and pants before Mydei can reach up and hit her.
"Oh," Phainon breathes out after she's tossed Mydei's pants aside. Her swallow is dry as she looks down at Mydei's bare pussy, the bushy hair there curled with sweat and slick, thighs damp. "No underwear, my prince?"
Mydei rolls her eyes even as she shrugs her chiton down. "Maybe I had a feeling you'd end up doing this."
"I do like being reliable," Phainon says, fingers fumbling to unbutton her own pants faster. "Especially when it leads to such a view."
Even in the low light, Phainon can see Mydei's blush. "Yeah?" she says, gruff, like she's trying to hide her embarrassment. "You gonna do something about it?"
Phainon just grins, kicking off her own clothes and sprawling out on her stomach between Mydei's legs. She takes Mydei's ankle in hand and presses a barely-there kiss to the tendon, laughing when Mydei kicks at her shoulder. She continues her way up Mydei's calf, her inner thigh, licking up the sweat in the crease of Mydei's hip and the slick sticking to the curve of her ass. When she finally, finally reaches Mydei's pussy, she kisses Mydei's clit as she makes eye contact with her.
Mydei sits up on her elbows, mouth parted as she looks down. In the eternal twilight, her hair a messy halo, the red of her tattoos glowing like fireflies through the drying blood, she looks like a dream. Like the vision Phainon hopes to see when she closes her eyes for the final time. Phainon grazes her teeth over Mydei's clit, overcome by the urge to bite down—to eat her alive—and Mydei lets out a shuddering sigh.
"Gentle, puppy," Mydei murmurs, affectionate, and Phainon gets a little dizzy at the wave of arousal that washes over her.
Phainon presses her face against Mydei's cunt, inhaling loud and deep. Mydei tugs at her ponytail in warning, but Phainon breathes her in a moment longer: the scent of sweat, of slick, of musk. Phainon wishes she could drown in it. Mydei's thumb rubs at the spot behind her ear, and Phainon moves down, licking over her hole.
The taste of Mydei, sweet and bitter in turns, hits Phainon in the gut. She groans against Mydei's cunt, her hips jerking against the ground, an unsatisfying scrape against her own clit. Settling on her knees instead, she grabs Mydei by the thighs and dives in.
Mydei's gasp is wounded as Phainon feverishly licks inside of her. Phainon digs her blunt nails into Mydei's thighs to hold her still as Mydei shakes and squirms. She knows her own strength all too well—knows that she's leaving bruises. Knows that she'll enjoy them the next time she gets Mydei's pants off, a row of marks for no one else to see.
Mydei cups the base of Phainon's skull, familiar calluses petting over her nape. Slowly, that hand begins to push, until Mydei is forcing Phainon deeper into her cunt, giving her no room to breath. Phainon doesn't want it, anyway—if this is how she fails the Flame-Chase, suffocated in Mydei's pussy, so be it.
Phainon is starting to getting light-headed when Mydei finally relaxes her hold. Phainon draws back, gasping, a string of spit and slick stretched between her mouth and Mydei's folds. Panting, she watches as Mydei reaches down to scoop it up with a finger that she then presses to Phainon's lips.
"Open," Mydei demands, her voice so low it makes Phainon throb, and she obeys—parts her lips to let Mydei slip her finger inside before sucking it clean. Mydei shoves her finger deeper until it hits the back of Phainon's throat, and Phainon tries not to gag, blinking up at her tearily. "That's my good girl."
Phainon whines around her finger, one hand flying between her own legs to cup her aching cunt. It's almost unbearable to look up the length of Mydei's body at her clenched stomach and broad shoulders, the wild smirk on her lips.
Mydei's laugh is mean as she pulls her finger free. "Run out of patience, Deliverer? Want me to take my turn?"
Phainon scowls, clit twitching against her palm. "You wish. You're going to come before I do."
"It isn't a competition," Mydei says mildly, but there's mischief in her narrowed eyes, her bared teeth. Because it's always a competition: who can lift more. Run faster. Hit harder. Love softer.
Phainon grins back. "Afraid you'll lose?"
Mydei scoffs; all at once she's a blur of gold and red, bowling Phainon over onto her back. Phainon almost flips them on instinct, ready to fight—freezes when Mydei climbs over her, knees on either side of her head, her pussy positioned over Phainon's face. A bead of slick drops down onto Phainon's mouth, and she licks it up dreamily, going cross-eyed to look up.
"Unlike you," Mydei says imperiously, bracing both hands on Phainon's stomach, "I know when to cut my losses."
Phainon barely hears her own groan over the pounding in her ears as Mydei sinks down. It's so much worse like this; all Phainon can see and smell and taste is Mydei's cunt, her weight crushing, her strong hands splayed over Phainon's abs. Phainon wraps one arm around Mydei's thigh, the other darting to her own clit, letting Mydei take the reins.
Mydei lets out a low moan as she rocks against Phainon's mouth. "Come on," she grits out, nails scraping at Phainon's hip bones. "Make me come with that sharp tongue of yours."
Phainon pulls her down even harder, ignoring the pain as her nose cracks back into place, as her blood mixes with the sticky mess all over her face. She rubs at her own clit in circles, then pinches it between her fingers. She can't help the whine muffled against Mydei's folds when Mydei bats her hand aside and strokes her clit with a slick thumb.
"Shh," Mydei murmurs. "I'll take care of you."
Phainon slowly drifts away under Mydei's weight and clever hand. She doesn't need to move, or fight, or talk—just lets Mydei take her pleasure as Phainon sticks out her tongue and lets Mydei grind down onto it. It is only in these moments with Mydei that she is able to let both past and future slip away, to enjoy whatever brief respite they can find.
She focuses again when Mydei's hand falters and then falls still, her hips in moving in circles, chasing her high. Her own stomach coiled tight, Phainon sluggishly slips a hand between her mouth and Mydei's pussy, pushing two curled fingers inside. When Mydei sighs and sinks into the feeling instead of drawing away, the way she sometimes does with penetration, Phainon cranes her neck to lick over Mydei's asshole.
Mydei cries out, jolting, but Phainon keeps a tight grip on her thigh with one hand to hold her in place. She works her tongue along Mydei's rim, slowly squeezing the tip inside. There is no greater high in Phainon's existence than this: Mydei in all her sweaty, bloody glory, shaking apart on Phainon's mouth and hands. She wishes she could draw this out all night—but it's an equal satisfaction when Mydei grows silent above her, body taut, before she's clenching around Phainon's fingers and tongue, slick flooding down Phainon's chin.
Phainon fucks her tongue inside until Mydei is trembling. Sitting up on her knees, Mydei frees herself from Phainon's clutches, collapsing on her back in the grass. Phainon gets up on one elbow to look her over as she licks her mouth clean.
Mydei is drenched in sweat, streaking through the blood and dirt, her frame jolting with aftershocks. Still, there is something composed, something regal, about the way she looks up at Phainon with heavy, expectant eyes. She bends one knee up, exposing her puffy cunt, and crooks a finger at Phainon.
"Come, Phainon," she says, like she's ordering Phainon to warm her kingly bed in Kremnos instead of frot in the weeds like farmhands. "Find your satisfaction."
Phainon's tongue grows thick and clumsy with all the things she wants to say—that she finds satisfaction enough in Mydei's pleasure. In Mydei's company. That there is an itch beneath her skin, terrible and hungry, that no one else will ever be able to relieve. That she was lost not from the first taste of Mydei's cunt, or from her mouth, but from the sharp-toothed, wild grin Mydei shot her the night of their first battle.
But her cunt is throbbing and Mydei is willing—demanding, even—and who is Phainon to deny them? She climbs over Mydei, slotting their legs together with her hands braced on Mydei's stomach, until she can grind her cunt down on Mydei's.
The first rub of their clits makes Phainon's head fall back on a low groan. "Needy," Mydei says, chuckling, but she still sounds breathless as she reaches up a hand to cup Phainon's breast. Phainon bites her lip as Mydei rolls her nipple, then squeezes the flesh until it spills between her fingers.
Phainon grabs Mydei's bent leg for support as she rocks harder against her, so forceful Mydei slides back a few inches. "You feel so good," she slurs, head fuzzy with pleasure and the adrenaline comedown. "Gods, Mydei—"
Mydei scrapes her nails down Phainon's stomach, hard enough to leave marks, and Phainon shudders. She circles her hips down, the wet noises of their cunts damning to any patrols who may walk by, but she can't bring herself to care. Invites it, really—she'd love nothing more than to show off to the soldiers of both Kremnos and Okhema that Mydei spreads her legs for her, and only her.
Phainon slips down in her sloppy movements, her clit rubbing between Mydei's folds, and the whine that spills from her is a shock even to her. Mydei's low laugh is fond and mocking in equal turns. "Does my puppy want to breed me?" she asks, moving Phainon's hand onto her stomach, over her womb. "Does she want to fill me up?"
"Oh gods," Phainon manages, so close to passing out that she's swaying. "Don't say that, Mydei—"
"Why not? I can feel you getting wetter."
Phainon bares her teeth, pressing her whole weight down on Mydei's stomach. "I'll do it. I'll find a way."
"Yeah?" Mydei says, her grin crooked. "You gonna fuck me until it takes?"
Phainon snarls, grabbing Mydei's bent leg by the back of the thigh and pushing it up, until she's leaning over Mydei with Mydei's leg over her shoulder. The angle lifts Mydei's hips, making the slide of their cunts even easier. Phainon ruts against her, head spinning, breaths laboured.
"As many times as we need, and then a few more for good luck," she grits out, whole body drawn tight. "Fuck, Mydei, I love you—"
It's a mistake. Mydei's eyes go wide, mouth falling open. Phainon has no time to backtrack, to regret it, as her orgasm crashes over her, whiting out her vision.
When she comes back to herself, blinking blearily, she finds her head pillowed on Mydei's chest where she collapsed. The last words she said flash in her mind and she squeezes her eyes shut, anxiety shooting through her. She listens to Mydei's heartbeat settling as Mydei silently strokes her fingers through Phainon's hair, undoing her ragged ponytail and brushing out the twigs and grass.
It won't be easy to flee after such a monumental mistake, especially not with exams around the corner and Professor Anaxa breathing down her neck—but Phainon's fled worse. Surely there is some corner of Okhema that could hide her from Mydei's pity, from her own shame—
"Phainon," Mydei says, sitting up and jostling her from her resting place. "Look at me."
Slowly, Phainon obeys, still tangled in Mydei's lap as she straightens up. It's a struggle to meet Mydei's eyes, but Phainon forces herself—and loses her breath at the sight she sees. Mydei's jaw is clenched, mouth pursed, but she's flushed golden from her cheeks down to her neck. It's not embarrassment, Phainon realizes—it's nerves. Phainon isn't sure she's ever seen the look on Mydei before.
Licking her lips, Mydei brushes Phainon's hair aside, leaning in to whisper in her ear as if she doesn't even want the night sky to hear. When she draws back, her eyes dart from Phainon's face to the trees and back, chin inclined warily.
Phainon's grin is shaky. "Didn't hear that," she teases. "I need you to say it again."
Mydei kisses her instead. It's satisfaction enough.