Archive of Our Own

Shiori may be known for her spreadsheets and for preparing thumbnails weeks ahead of streams, but Nerissa was no slouch in planning either.

Valentine's Day was a lot. Going to France on Valentine's Day was a lot.

A two-day stay in Paris. Meals in both restaurants at the Eiffel Tower. Visiting the typical tourist hotspots. Sex marathons befitting the city—hell, the country, even—of Love. A three-day stay in the less-suffocating city of Lyon.

It was a delicate balance of maximizing the time, effort, and financial investment of a European trip while also missing their cats over a period of five—five!—whole days, which was quite a long Valentine's 'Day' by some people's standards. Along with fighting demons in her ear screaming that it will all devolve into a mess somehow.

And it was just. So. Exhausting.

Nerissa didn't regret bringing them over to France last year. As a hopeless romantic, it was a rite of passage. But with that success under her belt, she aimed for a less challenging middle ground this year: no long international travel, but still not that lowkey. No snuggling in the sheets and choosing to stay inside. After all, she had standards for herself: Valentine's Day is a day for grand gestures, and no one yearns for that spotlight more than Nerissa Ravencroft.

This year, they were having a four-day Floridian getaway. They were on their third day, where they explored for several hours in an island-hopping adventure; Nerissa copped a feel of Shiori's premium mediums and her recently-acquired abs while the latter drove them on a jetski; they had a romantic boat ride on a lake with Nerissa working the oars while they chatted and Shiori took pictures… until the latter decided she wanted to tickle Nerissa as cheeky punishment for the groping earlier; flirted and snuggled up to each other while fishing at a dock; played around in the sand and had sneaky sex on the beach.

And with all those activities, she had been having panic attacks for practically each one.

Will something go wrong? Will our trip be boring? Did I leave the tickets back at home? Did I mess up a booking? What if our hotel room is disgusting? What if we get lost? What if we leave our phones behind? What if I didn't prepare enough gifts?

Not that a single thing has gone wrong, nor anything that can't be solved quickly. It also helped that Shiori was a comforting and understanding presence whose soft voice saying 'There there' cut ruthlessly against the roars of despair.

After doing more cheesy activities like kissing while watching a beautiful sunset with champagne glasses in hand, they headed out for dinner in classy new dresses.

Shiori's fingers fiddled with the new pendant on her neck, one of the many gifts that Nerissa presented to please the 'beautiful princess of her heart'. Her other hand held Nerissa's small, twitchy one as they walked the fancy halls of their ritzy hotel, while heading towards its Michelin-starred restaurant.

"Will I be seeing The Great Nerissa Ravencroft eat seafood tonight?"

The Great Nerissa Ravencroft made a disgusted face at the cheeky tease. "Eww…"

"No? You said it was too rude to eat seafood in the underwater hotel because the fish could see you, so you had baby back ribs and a 'borgar'. What's the excuse this time?"

"It's not an excuse! It's just…"

"...Yes?"

Nerissa puffed up her cheeks. What was Shiori coming at her for? "Do you want me to have our main course switched from meat to fish?"

"...You know what? I think meat's great."

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

They were being taken to their reserved seat when Nerissa happened to overhear a particularly loud conversation from a table they passed, occupied by two women sitting opposite each other.

"...little competitive, you know? If I find someone to date and they're gonna be better at singing than me... I'm gonna be like 'Shit. Well okay, congrats, whatever.' Then I'm gonna change careers and become a fucking astronaut."

Laughter followed the remark, both from the woman who spoke and her friend. As soon as the pair were out of earshot, Shiori bumped her hips against Nerissa's, snickering with glee. "Oh, wow. Watch out, Rissa. My lack of singing talent is in demand in the dating market."

"Stooop, don't say that! You'll break Fuwawa's heart!" Nerissa hit Shiori on the shoulder with an upset slap. "I love your singing. And anyone who says otherwise can shut their trap."

"Oh good god, the Stockholm Syndrome is real. Is that what your mom says about Papa Ravencroft too?"

Nerissa rolled her eyes but she couldn't fight her smile. The relationship between Shiori and her dad had been the most pleasant surprise, with the former growing comfortable with the Ravencroft patriarch—and future father-in-law, Nerissa liked to note—almost instantly, and Mr. Ravencroft was happy to have yet another person call him 'Papa'. One time, she overheard them talking animatedly about books and Character AI, while also trying to hide that they were discussing the similarities between Nerissa and her beautiful mother. For that reminder alone, Nerissa was willing to let the current discussion go.

That, and the arrival of the first dish.

For their appetizer, they were served Escargots de Bourgogne along with a crisp dry white wine whose name Nerissa pronounced perfectly. The demon-raven barely ate two of the snails on her plate while Shiori quickly wolfed hers down. The tender snails' earthy taste paired well with the richness of the garlic-parmesan butter that served as its dip, but it wasn't quite a texture that Nerissa enjoyed—it reminded her too much of seafood… or the sidewalks where she has encountered many a snail going about their business.

"Gigi thinks my sperm would be the type to say 'there, there' to the slower sperms because they're probably not winning birth rights."

Nerissa, who had been stalling biting into a third snail, gratefully put it back down on her plate and closed her eyes in thought. "...You told her about your semen analysis appointment?"

"I can't remember, but I must have. Thanks for the nudes, by the way. They really helped."

"Of course~"

The edge of a plate entered her field of vision, and she followed the hand that was holding it, up the arm, up to Shiori's knowing smile.

"What is it, Shiorin?"

"You've been trying to eat that for ten minutes already. Let me have that, Rissa. I'll trade you my bread for it."

Red eyes flicked back to her plate of snails, then to the slices of crusty bread that Shiori was offering her. The crusty bread that, in Nerissa's opinion, went better with the fancy butter than the snails could ever dream to.

Her smile turned apologetic as she pulled the bread to herself and pushed her unwanted plate of snails to her girlfriend. "You know, maybe Gigi's onto something."

Their entrée was delectable, juicy chicken breast and asparagus with morel sauce. Nerissa was much more comfortable with this dish than she was with the snails. The conversation, meanwhile, remained just as riveting.

"Do you ever think about what position you were conceived in?"

"...No, Shiori. That would require me thinking of my parents 'making' me and I don't ever want to do that."

Nerissa loved her family, sure. It was probably one of the core parts of her being. But there's a line between that and attempting to think of her conception.

"Well sure, but… what about us? Would you be disappointed if we conceived while in the Congress of the Cow position instead of a more romantic one, like Lotus or Splitting Bamboo?"

They sure know how to flavor their chicken breast, Nerissa noticed while trying to make sense of what she just heard. "My darling love, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. Remind me to lend you one of the Kama Sutras from the Archive. I'll pick the best edition for you."

"Read it to me and give me a demo while you're at it."

"...Okay."

Nerissa might be joking, but now that she's planted the idea in her head, Shiori planned on doing just that one of these days.

For their palate-cleanser, they were each served two smooth scoops of French lime sorbet garnished with fresh mint leaves.

"Rissa, I have a question."

"Mm-hmm?"

"If someday… I proposed to you…"

Nerissa's soft lips tightened around the tip of the golden spoon she was holding. "...Proposed? Marriage, right?"

"No. A business proposal," Shiori answered with a bite of sarcasm.

"Oh. Then I would be more than happy to assist you on your financial pursuits, my sweet darling."

Shiori rolled her eyes affectionately. "Yeah, thanks. Anyway. If I proposed marriage and you said no, and we were supposed to have dinner right after, we're still good, right? It won't be awkward… and we'll still be dating? We can sit at the table and have our prime rib or something?"

Shiori expected a reassuring smile, an 'of course, my love' or something. She didn't expect an outraged response. "You'd take me to dinner instead of an exorcism?!"

"What?" Shiori asked after a giggle. "An exorcism?!"

"Yeah! Why else would I say no? I would obviously be possessed by something evil to do that against my own will."

"Oh." Shiori's verbal response may be lackluster, but it was obvious from her smile—and was that a blush on her cheeks?—that she was pleased. "Well, demonic possession aside, we'll need to be careful about you yourself being exorcised too. Since you're a demon too, and all that."

"Don't worry, my sheer desire to marry you will strengthen me. And what about you? If I propose and you say no, we're still good? I mean, I'll be honest: I'll feel sad, because I wouldn't do it if I didn't think we were both ready. But I think a steak dinner and a serious talk can fix it. What do you think?"

"Who said I'll say no?" Shiori countered with a smirk. The unexpected reply almost had Nerissa blushing to the tips of her ears and choking on her own saliva.

Art by @kdwr43

Their cheese course was composed of Brie, Comté, and Roquefort cheeses accompanied by choice meats, crackers, and wine that Nerissa kept trying to give to an embarrassed Shiori.

"Why do you keep feeding me, Rissa? I'm going to end up putting on weight from all of your food. You should eat too."

"This is all part of my master plan. So you can never run away from my love!"

"So clingy."

"You love that about me."

"There are a lot of things I love about you."

"..."

"Geez, Rissa. That stunned silence was hurtful."

"Wait! That's not—!"

"I'm just kidding, Reese." Shiori casually took a bite off of some prosciutto that was as red as Nerissa's face. "I'm happy that hearing that makes you happy."

Finally, it was time for dessert.

Presented to them was a big elaborate-looking rose carved out of dark chocolate nestled in realistic leaves—also made of dark chocolate—that even subtly folded inwards on themselves. The masterful painting with food dyes made the petals' textures and the leaves' veins look life-like.

"Dang, Rissa. The flowers you've given me weren't enough? You got me even more?"

Nerissa effortfully peeled her gaze away from the intricate chocolate sculpture to look at Shiori's reaction, only to find that she had whipped her camera out and was taking pictures from all sorts of angles and fawning over the details. While the Archiver swooned at the effort and skill put into the beautiful work, Nerissa kept watching her, full of admiration for something she thought was even more beautiful than their dessert.

Until her nerves about the rest of the night made themselves known again. Her hand clenched into a fist until her nails left indents in her palms. Excitement, nervousness, fear. Everything was going well, she just needed to make sure the rest of the night went perfectly.

They left the dining hall holding hands, and Nerissa knew that Shiori could feel how cold and wet her palms were. The moment they reached their floor, the latter made the executive decision to drag Nerissa, sexy dress and clammy hands and all, through the nearest side door.

"Oh crap," Shiori mumbled before she burst out laughing. "Dang, I thought that door was going to bring us to a romantic balcony. This is, like, some maintenance area!"

They backtracked from the space littered with huge water tanks and took another door at the end of the hall.

This time, they found the beautiful rooftop view that Shiori originally wanted. It was quite windy, but she expected it at that height. Shiori tucked a few stray strands of Nerissa's hair behind her ear, then dared to meet her eyes.

"So… tell me what's wrong?"

Nerissa's perfect posture broke with the sagging of her shoulders. So Shiori noticed.

"It's no big deal, I'm just… a little nervous for tonight," Nerissa tried to shrug it off with a casual answer but she leaned against Shiori, just hiding her face in her shorter but more stable frame.

"Why? It's literally just the two of us."

"I don't know if what I had set up is good enough."

The answer received a gentle huff from Shiori. "Good enough for me? Or… for you?"

A sad sigh on her shoulder. Nerissa couldn't even be mad at what seemed like an accusation; Shiori hit the nail right in the head. "You always give the best gifts, Rissa. I have a whole section of The Archive that can prove that. So I know for sure that you have nothing to worry about."

Nerissa grumbled in response. "A reusable bag and skincare stuff that I left at your house when I first visited you—"

"That was a long time ago. Besides, that time, you flew to my place and spent several days with me. You cooked for me in my house. You never left my side, even when I went to church!"

"I was just doing what I wanted to. Those were nothing."

"They were everything to me," Shiori asserted.

But she tried again, face to face this time, when all Nerissa could offer was a sad, unconvinced smile.

"Hey. Listen. I love it when you spoil me. And I'd never say no to delicious fancy-schmancy food." Nerissa nodded and her smile became a little less strained, because she knew that and because she felt the same. "But not if you're stressing out here while I'm happily stuffing my face. I think you already know that all I would really want from Valentine's Day is to spend time with this sweet, beautiful, funny girl that I really, really like."

"Reese… you plan all these amazing trips. Not just on Valentine's Day but on anniversaries and birthdays and whatever occasions too, and I always love them. Whenever it's my turn to plan, I try my best to make it just as fun. But let me remind you: neither a lack of gifts nor cheap chocolate nor a simple Valentine's day date are going to make me love you less. Extravagant gifts or multiple-day itineraries that take lots of planning, hair-pulling, and nail-biting are not required."

The words almost made Nerissa melt into Shiori's touch. "You chose to have an extravagant girlfriend. And that girlfriend wants to make sure you have nothing but the best."

Nerissa got a little squeeze on her hand, and another lifting her gaze to earnest yet slightly nervous gold.

"I already do."

The unexpected reply had Nerissa leaning forward for a soft brush of their lips, still tainted by her worries but expressing trust in the woman she loves. And the fun part was Shiori keeping it up for a while, just because she enjoyed kissing her so much.

When they parted, Nerissa tried to keep eye contact, but Shiori's eyes fell to the golden pendant hanging from her tall lover's graceful neck, then her fingers followed in reaching out to it.

A cursive letter S.

A proud symbol of who Nerissa belongs to, and who she owned in return.

As if reading her mind, Nerissa plucked Shiori's own golden pendant: a treble clef. Cleverly enough, a mirror image of Nerissa's cursive S. They were custom-made, painstakingly designed by everyone involved to make sure they matched well, and that they formed a heart—albeit they had to turn it so it's not upside down—when put together. As a noble demon, Nerissa was proud of the quality of the rare underworld gold used for the material. Yet of course, it could never match Shiori's eyes. Luminous, intelligent, vibrant yellow that neither human nor demon minerals could ever come close to imitating.

Shiori had jokingly said it was her second-favorite gift so far, beaten only by Nerissa using her DEO corporate influence to bring back the Fortnite South Park event that Shiori missed out on.

"You're so sweet," she muttered quietly, to the amusement of bright eyes.

"Thanks. I'm trying. For my beloved." Shiori bumped her forehead against Nerissa's as if her girlfriend needed hints on who she was referring to. Nerissa bumped back in between giggles, and they went back and forth until Shiori leaned in to kiss her again instead of bumping back.

"So. Can we go to our room yet? It's kind of chilly out here."

Nerissa sighed, defeated.

"Fine," she answered reluctantly. "I lo—"

"I love you." Nerissa blinked at the interruption, to which the latter smiled apologetically. "Sorry, just felt like saying it first this time"

Nerissa shook her head. She didn't want her to apologize. "I love you too."

Shiori's reaction upon opening the door to their room was a weak attempt at whistling and an awed "Hoooly quack…"

The room… was red.

Heart-shaped balloons completely obstructed the ceiling from view. And there were more of them on the floor, along with a group of candles in front of the bed that formed a short message: I ♡ U. Rose petals floated in the air, though it was hard to tell where they, or the breeze throwing them around, came from. As if that weren't enough, their bed had a huge heart arrangement on it, also made from red rose petals. And themed decorations aside…

"We have a balcony?!" Shiori asked in disbelief. "We could've had our talk here?!"

Shiori ran out the glass doors and opened her arms wide, feeling the wind blow past them and whipping her hair into the air. A pair of opportunistic arms slid their way around her waist, followed by a warm, well-endowed body pressing against her back.

"Do you know what else we have? Snacks," Nerissa whispered in a quiet voice that had Shiori pausing to absorb its effect on her. "Aphrodisiac chocolate or red velvet macaron?"

Shiori looked down at the choices that Nerissa held in each hand. "Which did you get?"

"I've taken a bite of both." Nerissa gestured to the room as if pointing to where she left her one-bite victims. "Do you want them instead of these untouched ones so we can have an indirect kiss?"

"That sounds like something you would want, you greedy, greedy goblin."

"'Goblin'?!"

Shiori bit down on the chocolate, then the macaron, then she turned around to kiss Nerissa on the lips.

While Nerissa was stunned by her sweet treat and Shiori quietly tried to process the three desserts that shared her mouth, the music playing back in their suite dominated the space. A raunchy electric guitar-y type of sex music just ended, replaced by a saxophone type of sex music. Shiori wondered a little if a piano type of sex music was up next.

"Dang, they left this room playing straight-up lovemaking music, huh?"

"What better music to set the mood, right?"

When they went back inside, a splash of color caught Shiori's attention from the head of the bed: two pillows with 'YES' written on their top-facing sides, smaller than normal pillows but loud enough to be noticeable.

"What are these pillows for?"

Nerissa kneeled by the top of the bed and swept both arms like she was presenting the pillows in a TV gameshow.

"Behold, my next batch of gifts! Do you like them? I thought it would be cute to have another couple-matching thing, aside from our necklaces."

Upon the bed was a pair of YES-NO pillows that Shiori could remember seeing in… less wholesome circles of the internet. Except with a dash more pizzazz, as befits the gift-giver.

One of the pillows was a reddish pink color with YES written in white. Under the letters were little cartoons of the two of them in various sexual positions. After a brief flip, it showed that the other side said NO with little icons of the moon and a cloud that said 'honk shu' on it.

Meanwhile, the other pillow looked much more…feral, if Shiori had to give a word for it. The front side had a wall made of multiple 'YES YES YES' on the foreground and 'SHIORI SHIORI SHIORI' on the background. Flipping to the back, there was one big white 'YES' on it instead, but her attention was caught by the bunch of small text behind it:

'no lube no protection from the condom or the lord, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom'

Shiori blinked at the text then moved to another section in the partially-hidden wall of letters:

'toe-curling, back-arching, leg-shaking'

And then to another section:

'until i'm swollen, until all my holes are filled, until i pass out'

"I... wow." Shiori mumbled. "Dang. You are such a naughty, naughty omega, Rissa."

"Can't help it," Nerissa agreed cockily. "Do you like them?"

"Well…"

The hesitation caught Nerissa off-guard. "What's wrong? Is it too much? Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, this whole thing's a run-on sentence and the 'I' pronoun isn't even capitalized so yeah. Grammatically, it is too much. But it's kind of fun this way. By the way, are you sure this is supposed to be matching? They don't look that much alike. I feel a little confused."

Now, it was Nerissa's turn to hesitate. "I… They were supposed to match at first, but the customization options they offered looked so good, I wanted it to match our energies. So I got this one with a lot of… enthusiasm… to represent myself, and—"

“You mean the one with the ‘NO’ is supposed to be mine?! You think my energy is that I would say no to sex?"

"Well, no but—! I'm respecting your boundaries, yeah? Like a polite, loving partner."

"I know. And I know that if I say no, you'll always respect it, like a polite and loving partner. So a side that has 'NO' in it is unnecessary, basically."

"But, but you can use this for when you want to say no but can't because you'd feel bad."

"I won't feel bad. You know I know my boundaries. Just get me a hornier one that matches yours, Rissa. Like I deserve. Your alpha commands it."

The corner of Nerissa's lip twitched upward – that was such a Shiori-like way of trying to sound dominant in her quirky, dorky way. "Fiiine. And I'll bring you with me to see if any designs make your alpha senses tingle."

While Shiori had 'minor' complaints about the pillows, Nerissa's next Valentine's Day present had her jaw dropping. The normally-composed demon had been twiddling her thumbs when the staff wheeled a table into their room as if they were going to give a tableside presentation, and then promptly left. Nerissa was practically vibrating where she stood. When she lifted the cloth, Shiori understood why.

On the table was what seemed to be an elaborate, painted sculpture on top of a circular box made of gilded metal. At the center of it stood a little Shiori figure in a princely suit and a little Nerissa in an elegant floor-length dress, posed together in a waltz like lovers in a fairy tale. All around them were elegant designs that glittered with crystals and more gold.

"Dang! Was this carved by Leonardo DiCaprio?!"

"You mean da Vinci?"

"I don't know. Whichever is the turtle one." Shiori leaned down to inspect the gift more clearly, almost swooning at the little Shiori. "Woah, I'm hot!"

"Can you take a guess at what it plays?"

"'Plays'?"

Nerissa excitedly activated a switch on the box, and a soft tune started to play. The little Shiori and Nerissa at the top began to spin in their own little dance.

Shiori's eyes lit up at the sight. "It's just like your… thing that you like! The Sailor Moon music box thing."

"You remembered!" Nerissa's eyes sparkled as she said it. "Yes, that was the inspiration for this!"

"Yeah! Well, you made me watch all of it and refused to skip any of the opening and ending songs so…"

"What about the song? Do you recognize it?"

"Is it the Sailor Moo—"

"Listen harder, darling."

Shiori tuned in a little harder. A soft yet mysterious start. A somber-sounding first verse. A gradual increase in energy.

There was no sudden gasp this time, just a softening of her gaze, an embarrassed scratch of the head, and a pleased smile as a tear or two formed at the corners of her eyes.

"Aww… it's… your song. My song. The one you wrote for me." Shiori's voice cracked as she said it, and Nerissa hurried to engulf her in a tight embrace.

Without a doubt, the notes that were playing off of the music box was a song that Nerissa had been writing for Shiori for a long, long time: lines upon lines of everything Nerissa adored about her, everything they've been through together. Verses upon verses having their unique melodies and genres, transitioning from ballad to metal to country, the whole thing being a tapestry of their love over time.

It had no title, because Nerissa couldn't decide on one. She once considered calling it 'Love' or 'Shiori', or even 'My Love of a Thousand Universes', but she always ended up changing her mind.

Last Shiori heard, the song was clocking at a length of about twenty-three hours—almost a day long, and the demon songstress has shown no signs of stopping. She was pretty sure she'd be able to use all words in multiple languages before the song reaches its final version.

"Is it narcissistic of me to give you a music box of a song I wrote and calling it a gift?"

"A song for me, and inspired by me? Nah, I think it's pretty cool. Besides," Shiori's index finger traced the precise edges of the box where the mechanical parts lived, then the details on the mini-Shiori's suit. "...this looks like art. Like, real art. Like lovers from olden times giving each other paintings or swords and other pretty crap."

"Then I look forward to the sword you'll give me on White Day."

"I'm not giving you a sword on White Day; I'm giving you a child. Because that's what people valued in olden times: the preservation of their bloodline. You should know that, ten-thousand-year-old demon."

Nerissa presented several more gifts, which included a smaller camera that Shiori could strap to her chest when documenting their travels, a preserved display of last year's newly-discovered bug species, and a small gift-wrapped present that Shiori instantly guessed was a smaller picture frame.

"A small Renaissance painting, maybe? Really loving the olden times theme, huh?"

"Of course. It's my style. I told you, even our kids' names are going to be the archaic type."

Shiori had finished unwrapping the frame, and it was facing down. With a flip, she finally discovered the image it was protecting:

"Oh! Woah, golly!" Shiori screamed before she started laughing. "Hot!"

Presented to her was a pencil drawing of a nude Nerissa laid sexily on what she assumed was their bed. Her hair was tousled just enough to evoke the idea of Shiori just having finished ravishing her. Her uneven eyes attempted to imitate the 'come hither' gaze that the real version does so well. Her pose, in theory, was perfectly chosen to highlight her numerous assets. However, there were some interesting details in there, such as her already-huge boobs were maybe a little exaggerated to look even bigger, and her face wasn’t as gorgeous as the real thing.

“Yes, thank you for recognizing my hotness! I drew it myself." Nerissa flipped her hair smugly. “I wanted to give you something of me, that’s also handmade by me. Maybe you can put it on your office desk so you can see your lovely future-wife even while you’re streaming or working."

Shiori snorted at the idea. “Oh, for sure, yeah. I love the idea of seeing you naked while I’m on stream and anyone can see the tent I'm poppin'!"

Shiori studied the art more: Nerissa was already wearing the cursive-S pendant. There were hickeys on her neck and on her left breast, near where human hearts tended to be, and Shiori could almost vaguely remember the specific time Nerissa asked her to make those exact marks on her.

"What do you think of my artistic but also realistic rendition? Would you let me draw you?"

"Are you sure you can recreate my adorable face?" Shiori did a cute pose with her chin resting on the backs of her hands.

Nerissa's finger traced the outlines of Shiori's face and poked her nose as if trying to draw her with her finger. "I'd have to work hard to properly replicate the sculpting of these handsome features. Would you pose nude and let me keep the framed image on my work desk?"

"If that's where you want it. But good luck with finding paper big enough to fit my huge peni—"

"You know what? You're so right, darling."

After the next few gifts were set aside, Nerissa then bent down on one knee, like a knight offering the fallen enemy's sword to his king, handing over a thin object in a box that she cradled carefully in her two hands.

"And the final one for now… I present to you: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd's lance as a toothbrush!"

"What?!"

"Yeah! It's—" But before Nerissa could even talk about it, Shiori had seized it from her hand and ran to the bathroom sink. "Hehehe. Figured."

Shiori brushed her teeth for quite a while, to the point that she felt like she had worn out a certain amount of enamel from her teeth. But surely, Miss Impeccably-Perfect-Teeth who had her arms wrapped around her waist the whole time would alert her if there was any danger, right?

Their soft, smooth skin shriveled up into prunes from how long they took playing around in the water. They got frisky in the shower, kissing so much that they lost track of time.

After an unnecessary goodbye, Shiori pulled away from Nerissa's water-soaked body and pushed the transparent shower doors open so she could sit at the side of the heart-shaped jacuzzi. Her wet feet slapped against the dry floor with every step, and her massive erection did the same against her thigh, as if the woman she left in the shower needed reminders that she was hung like a studhorse. At that point, the only way Nerissa could find relief on her own was by grinding against the wall and running her hands all over herself.

The seductive display had Shiori's toes curling under the water. But while her feet were safe from exposing how turned on she was, the thick shaft between her legs gave an enthusiastic standing ovation.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, darling," Nerissa whispered teasingly when she finally made her way over. She didn't bother getting a towel to cover up, and chose to drip freely all over the floor on the way to the jacuzzi.

"Don't worry about it. I was entertained."

The water welcomed them with a warm, bordering on hot, embrace. And so did each other.

"I can tell."

"Yeah?" Shiori's cheeks turned noticeably pink, though she still prompted Nerissa for further clarification. She felt herself getting grabbed and stroked underneath the water, a soft hand going up and down her rigid length.

"Mm-hmm. Your approval was very hard to miss, even from where I was."

They took their time in the bubbling water, lost in each other's arms, in each other's lips. The warm jets loosened Nerissa's tired muscles, and the way it raised her body's temperature while also increasing her blood flow made her mount Shiori right then and there.

After all, one round of sex in the jacuzzi wasn't going to harm her plan for the night. With that decided, she gave in to the strong magnetic pull that that tantalizing body had on her own.

Art by @kdwr43

One condom for a couple spending Valentine's Day in your hotel was hilarious.

A loud hiss came from the fireplace in response to the still-sealed condom wrapper getting chucked into it. "Ope! My hand slipped."

Nerissa took a sip of champagne from her glass after clinking it against Shiori's own, which sat empty on the table while its intended user was confined in the dressing room. On the same table, a newly-lit scented candle began to exude its sweet aroma.

"Rissaaa!"

She sprang to her feet in excitement when she heard a squeal from the walk-in closet, followed by that familiar high-pitched laughter. She just knew that Shiori could hear the pitter-patter of her footsteps scrambling and stopping just outside the dressing room.

"Have you put it on? Do you like it?" she asked through the door.

"...Yeah? I think so?" The answer was uncertain. And then she heard nothing for a few seconds. Shiori could either not have not moved at all or the doors were too thick for any movement to be heard through. Then Shiori's voice came again, just as reluctant as before. "This doesn't come with a matching bra?"

"Oh. Actually, no. They should make one."

"Yeah."

"You can wear a shirt or a jacket or even a bathrobe if you want. Or go topless, I wouldn't mind that too."

She heard an amused scoff. "I'm sure you wouldn't."

"Yeah," she agreed on instinct.

"Yeah."

Then it came: that silence. Shiori just stopped talking sometimes when she had nothing more to add.

"Would you like to come out here and show off your new… outfit?" Nerissa prompted. She got Shiori's quiet, snicker-sounding laugh in return.

"I wouldn't call this an outfit, Rissa."

"More like an 'infit', right? I was thinking that too."

Shiori's thoughtful hum came weakly through the door, along with a series of idle thumps, like she was knocking on the door with her knuckles while she considered it.

"Okay. I think I'll be ready to come out soon."

"As a member of the LGBTQ community?"

"No. I'm exclusively attracted to men." Shiori snorted. "You told me to warn you five minutes before I went out."

"Oh right, five minutes! See you soon, darling! Mwah!"

Nerissa peeled herself from the door to skip over to the large fluffy waterproof rug in front of the fireplace and the items prepared near it.

Water? Check.

The fancy pitchers and their equally fancy contents? Check.

The egg-shaped toys? Check.

A hand mirror so she can check herself one last time? Check.

Nerissa looked at the clock. Just enough time. This is it.

—

The five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Before long, Nerissa picked up a tiny click just before the dressing room door slid open. Like a groom waiting for his first glimpse of his bride, Nerissa sucked in a breath when she heard Shiori's bare footsteps approach the corner.

As Nerissa had suggested, Shiori wore a bathrobe to cover her torso up a little. But she kept it mostly open with the belt tied loosely around her waist and leaving her cleavage exposed.

"Oh…" Nerissa thought the sound only came from her, but her powers told her otherwise. Shiori felt warmth on her cheeks as she took in her own girlfriend. After all, Nerissa had also set herself up to become a spectacle to behold:

The devilish temptress lay invitingly on the huge nest laid out in front of the fireplace, surrounded by pillows and more rose petals. She had not a single thread of clothing on her except, ironically, black panties. Instead of clothes, chocolate covered everything below her neck in layers of sweetness. She had her long legs stretched out while her hand held her head up, and her eyes had that glint of seduction.

Her scarlet lips were curled into a gorgeous teasing smile like she knew that she was soon going to make all of Shiori's blood steer up or down, towards either one of her heads. She knew. Shiori could feel those sharp eyes roaming her body.

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"Girl, does the hotel know what we're doing to its furry rugs?"

Nerissa chuckled at the topic Shiori chose to bring up, and even the sound of her mirth sounded sexy. "Actually, yes. All the sheets in this room are waterproof, but I'd rather sleep in a bed not splattered in chocolate, you know?"

Shiori nodded, then fidgeted with the ends of her belt as if she didn't know how to continue. Except she did know, and with a nervous chuckle, she pulled at the thin strands of fabric until the knot completely unraveled.

It was Nerissa's turn to be captivated. There was a certain eroticism to how the bathrobe's collar slowly exposed Shiori's shoulders. With the robe fully opening, it revealed her golden treble clef pendant, her exquisite breasts, her chiseled abs, then her v-line, until the robe fell, her head lowered in shyness like she was meekly offering her body up.

And the pièce de résistance of this offering was what she wore around her hips:

Elephant. Underwear.

G-string elephant underwear, where the trunk of the elephant held the wearer's shaft in a tube-shaped fabric, and cradled their balls in a flimsy pouch. It even had matching ears and googly eyes. Googly eyes!

A pregnant pause, a few seconds of awe and stunned silence.

Then they burst into cackles at the same time. Nerissa's was an absolute shriek of a laugh that reminded Shiori of when the demon made her do embarrassing things, like saying 'Hi, babygirl' or doing a 'coolest prince pose' or whatever during one of her birthday 3D lives.

"Oh my god, Shiori! It's glorious!"

"I know!"

The googly eyes on her hips jiggled as Shiori laughed. Nerissa almost reached out to catch the cotton elephant trunk mid-swing, briefly forgetting her hand was still thick with chocolate.

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And as silly as the sight of it was, the size of the organ showing through the underwear still made her blush.

"How are you still so sexy wearing that?" Nerissa mused, each word sounding lovestruck as ever.

"Shut up. You're the hot one, you overcooked bird," was the only retort Shiori could manage. The alleged overcooked bird almost stood up from the outrage.

"Excuse me, 'overcooked bird'?!"

"What, what? Did I say something bad? I'm saying you're hot to the point of being overcooked!"

That got Nerissa to calm back down. She took a deep breath and saw Shiori's eyes widen slightly, fixed on the noticeable movement of her exposed chest.

"Oh. Well, thank you." Nerissa rose to her knees and offered her hand. "Will you let me say hi to your friend there?"

Shiori approached, as requested. With every step, the light in Nerissa's eyes grew with excitement. Only for the elephant and its precious cargo to fall out of her field of vision once it was close enough. A bright teasing gaze met her wanting ones instead.

"Hey, I was looking at that."

"Yeah, well… you already got a whole minute to stare at my… special gift wrap, but I haven't had a taste of your chocolate yet."

Shiori leaned closer, but it was Nerissa's lips, and not a chocolate-covered body part, that she kissed. Soft and tender, Nerissa was swept up by the romance in it. She was kissing back so earnestly, that Shiori had to consciously remind herself not to come too close yet, lest her new elephant be stained all too soon.

Which was funny, because when they parted, Nerissa's first instinct was to look down and reach for the novelty g-string on Shiori's hips again. The only thing that stopped her was the gentle grip that caught her wrist.

Shiori looked at her hand, now stained with the brown, creamy nectar of the gods that made her moan when she cleaned it up with her mouth.

"Good god, this is going to be so messy."

"Clean me up, then?" Nerissa straightened her back, which nudged a glob of chocolate so it dripped provocatively onto one of her nipples. If only that was the body part of the demon that was threatening to muddy her elephant, so she could focus on it first.

"Hoho, I'll do my best to get all this chocolate."

Shiori took Nerissa's fingers into her mouth. She sucked on each digit—which helped hide her smile when she saw the devilish diva's throat bob with a nervous swallow—until each one was slathered in her saliva instead. Nerissa could feel heat drip from between her legs. The way golden eyes stayed on hers the whole time as if she was eating her out, she thought she herself would melt with the chocolate.

As soon as her fingers were free, Shiori fell forward due to Nerissa grabbing her head and crushing their lips together. While their mouths were busy, Nerissa's hand was now free to veer down onto the unfamiliar fabric and what it held inside.

"You're so big…" The appreciative tone of the statement made Shiori puff up in pride.

"Heh. Of course I am!"

"Can you stand back up for me?"

Shiori moved almost immediately to do so, only pausing to remove the treble clef hanging from her neck and lay it on a nearby tray beside Nerissa's own S pendant. Finally, she stood up and Nerissa was free to explore. Fingers gently ran along the length of the elephant's trunk to feel how the fabric strained with the prodigious girth inside. She grabbed at the sides of the g-string and tugged a few times to jiggle the heavy testicles underneath. Shiori bounced on her feet in a nervous response to Nerissa taking her tip into her mouth as she sucked through the underwear.

"It's… it's getting really tight now..."

Nerissa could feel it too, moving and getting bigger in her mouth. When she pulled back, she was excited to find what she was looking for. "Shiori! She's smiling!"

"My elephant's a girl?" Shiori looked down at the picture that Nerissa hurriedly took with her phone. "That's so silly. It's the happiest elephant I've ever seen."

"I can tell." Nerissa put the phone down and baby-talked at the underwear, especially at the part that was starting to point forward in her direction. "Who's a good elephant? You are, you are!"

"Reese… I hate to cut off your fun, but did you get my size wrong? It's really tight… like, circulation completely cut off, the-large-sized-condoms-I-bought-are-still-too-small-and-now-my-penis-is-turning-purple kind of tight."

"This was their biggest size, and I even had Aradia expand it a little." Nerissa kissed the tip of Shiori's dick and gave it an apologetic stroke. "I'm sorry, Darling. Can I take it off, then?"

"Give me a second." Shiori's eyes flashed and made a cartoonish camera flash sound. "Okay, go ahead."

The word 'ahead' was barely out of her mouth when the whole g-string had already moved down at her knees.

With the support gone and her package out, she could feel herself be laid all out there: big, red, and erect. Nerissa paused to stare at it in awe for a while, until Shiori actually started feeling a little shy.

"Alright, alright. Nothing left to look at there. I need the chocolate I was promised."

Shiori went back down on her knees and this time, she laid her lover down after getting rid of her own underwear completely.

The liquid on Nerissa's face beckoned to her like sweet flowers to a bee, promising her sweetness beyond compare. She started with the ear, where a drop of chocolate streaked across the bottom of it. The taste touched her tongue as she lightly bit the lobe, which triggered a whimper. From up close, Shiori couldn't help but marvel at smooth, spotless skin. Not even an illusion of a blemish to be found.

Dang, is this what skincare gets you?

She licked down the cheek before descending into the neck, where a beat pulsed underneath the skin. She continued sucking even after the chocolate was gone, leaving hickeys all over Nerissa's neck.

"Mnnh… you know… I… A-actually, I would have wanted to be covered in Culver's chocolate frozen custard instead but… ahh…"

"Mm-hmm. Say less, I get it. You're truly a Culver's girl."

A small amount gathered at the dip of her collarbones, and Shiori happily lapped it up. It was practically impossible to tell the difference between the sweetness of the chocolate and sugar cookies-flavored skin.

Then Shiori moved down to Nerissa's pride and joy: her voluptuous breasts heaving with every breath. She bit into skin and licked at the area she captured with her teeth. She went on in circles around the areola until they looked like petals around a flower.

But finally, after all the slow burn, her lips closed around one areola and sucked down vigorously. Nerissa was very vocal in showing her appreciation, with her loud mewls overpowering the sensual music that had been playing in the room that whole time.

"You really like being touched on the titties, huh?"

"Nnh! Ohh! N-not my fault that a certain someone is so, so good at sucking on them."

Shiori nodded triumphantly at the praise. "That's right. Savor this. Our children's mouths won't be as gentle as Daddy's are."

"Did you—Mmm!—just call yourself Daddy?—Ahh!"

The sharp sensation of her right nipple being bitten suddenly had cut off her question. She almost forgot that she had asked it, and that she was provided nothing but embarrassed silence.

"I like it," Nerissa clarified before she could get distracted by other matters. "I like that a lot. I want our babies to call you Dadd—yyy!"

The wail was caused by Shiori sticking out her tongue to rub tip to tip against the erect nipple in her mouth while the other was caught in an onslaught of pinches and rolls. It was so good her back arched off of the ground at the same time that she pulled Shiori's head closer.

Nerissa's body was a pleasure to worship, and even offered more rewards after the fact. It is believed that at the end of the colorful rainbow was a pot of gold. Similarly, after all the chocolate was gone from Nerissa’s breasts, there was still plenty of chocolate that gathered on the underside of them after dripping down from the mountains of soft flesh.

Long licks and soft sucks vacuumed up all of the chocolate that they could, though spots lingered here and there.

Then she moved on to Nerissa's abs, and swept through the rises and dips of muscle, the navel, and the v-line. She found a small bowl of strawberries on a nearby tray and covered it with the Nerissa-flavored chocolate. Sweet, rich, and addictive, the chocolate embodied her perfectly.

So focused on her task, Shiori realized too late that chocolate had gotten into her hair, especially the ones framing her face, and all thoughts of only yapping and sleeping after sex went out that window.

Maybe we should have done this in that jacuzzi, she grumbled mentally, but a mouthful of chocolate and a cute tremor washed that issue away clean from her mind.

Her mouth separated from a flushed nipple with a loud pop. She had already cleared the area, but she couldn’t help it. Chocolate-less as they now were, the contrasting sensation of soft skin and the hardness of the tips was addictive. She rose on her forearms that were resting on either side of Nerissa’s body, and she took her in: Her pleased face. The flush of her heaving chest, especially her erect nipples. The outline of abs on her stomach.

"The-There's more chocolate in-in—"

Shiori barely noted how Nerissa guessed what she was thinking so accurately, instead hurrying to the pitchers she noticed off to the side, her hand lifting warm metal.

Heavy…

She barely contained her excitement as she tipped the pitcher over Nerissa's breasts, spilling… nothing.

"...Is anything supposed to be coming out?"

"Oh no." Nerissa tapped its side with a fingernail. It made a tinkling sound against the metal body. "Hello?"

As if on cue, rich melted chocolate poured from the spout and stained a flawless white cheek.

"Ah! Shiorin~!"

"Oops. Sorry, I didn’t notice where I was pointing," Shiori muttered then ran her eyes up and down to survey where best to lay the contents of her pitcher.

"Umm… apparently you're not supposed to put chocolate… down there," Nerissa warned.

"Or food in general, yeah. Yeast infection and bacteria and whatnot."

"Yeah…"

Shiori shrugged in nonchalance. "That's fine though. I already know your unseasoned pussy tastes great as it is."

"Unseasoned?!" she choked on her saliva in her rush to ask for clarification. She rose up so she could lean back on her forearms, ready to start an argument.

"Oh no, I meant without condiments or syrups and stuff? Your… your 'Bazinga'—but replace the B with a V, the Z with a G, and remove the second G—is already great even without them."

"Oh my god. I mean yes, thank you for recognizing that. I thought you were saying I tasted bland."

Shiori snickered, especially when Nerissa dropped back down from her combative lying position. "Nah, never."

She lowered the pitcher back down. She had been thinking of going a second round on Nerissa's torso before moving on to her legs and finally taking the black waterproof underwear off. She wanted to lick at two long limbs' worth of rich moreish liquid gold before unlocking her prize, but since her girlfriend already brought up oral…

"They have water here, right?" Shiori asked but she already found yet another pitcher containing what she was looking for. After the overdose of the thick sweetness of the chocolate, the healthy swig of water rattling with ice was sweet relief.

Her fingers pulled on the sides of the soft material of Nerissa's protective panties, slowly, carefully, pulling them off of her legs so they wouldn't catch all the chocolate on their way off, like some sort of rake. Then like a dolphin into water, she enthusiastically dived between spread thighs.

"Woah, you're wet as a faucet! Or a…a fountain! Like those things that you can drink from when you're outside!"

Despite being compared to a drinking fountain, a pleasant shudder ran the length of Nerissa’s body, starting from where she got contact with her lover's cold tongue.

"Oh, fuck…!" Nerissa grabbed a fistful of salt-and-pepper hair. She pulled so hard she thought she might pull out a few strands. She looked down, only to find a golden gaze directed right at her.

"Hot," Shiori mumbled in between licks to her gushing hole. "You look like you're feeling good."

Legs wrapped tighter around her head in confirmation and Nerissa's hips lifted upward to grind closer into her mouth.

"Ahh-haah~"

Shiori's tongue licked on the outer sides of the lips, gradually working its way around and in. The softest touch on her clit made Nerissa jump in ecstasy. And there was nothing to gently catch her fall, because two fingers covered themselves in her juices before gently sliding into her folds. The first thrust went up to the first knuckle – she could barely even tell it happened. The second thrust was still painfully slow, up to the second knuckle this time. The third somehow still didn’t feel enough. Nerissa’s hips ground against Shiori’s palm trying to get the appendages inside her just a little deeper.

It was a relief when the slow build had given way to a higher, more straightforward intensity.

The thick squelching sound confirmed what she already knew: Shiori was playing her like an instrument. Like she was a piano, a kalimba, a guitar. Shiori plucked every sound that she wanted from her, navigated her most intimate places like she would her Archive.

All of a sudden, things went from too slow to too fast.

"S-Slow down—Ahh…"

The giggle she received was almost mocking.

"Hey…" she tried again. "Can-can I have a short break, please?"

Shiori shook her head, and the movement took her tongue with it, lapping a long stripe going back and forth across Nerissa's folds.

"Pweeease?"

"Nope," Shiori quipped, and it sounded wet. She continued working her mouth and fingers with no signs of slowing down. Going and going, pushing and pushing, until Nerissa slammed into her orgasm like a car with no breaks. Her body had lost control of itself, seizing like she was struck by lightning.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

She thought she could feel something splash into her, like Shiori just spat at her squirting hole, and it magnified everything. Her heart was pounding, but she was boneless as a ragdoll. She kept eating her out, right into the territory of overstimulation. “Plea… please… please-please-please, Shi-Shi-nn–Shiwowi.

"Fiiine." She tore her mouth from Nerissa's vulva with a loud, wet pop. Her mischievous smile turned gentle almost immediately. "Are you feeling okay? Did I hurt you?"

"God, I feel like I'm going to die."

"That bad?"

"That good— Hey, get your head out of there!" Nerissa screamed in a panic when Shiori's head went back down between her thighs and she hurried to grab at whatever hair she could reach. "Keep your gods-given mouth away from me down there if you don't want me to faint. Kiss me instead, please?"

Shiori did so, and her lips were so sweet – they tasted of Nerissa, whose fingers clung desperately to her lover's back. She wanted her close, as she always does, but it was also an act of self-preservation: keeping Shiori's mouth on her own and away from her pussy was key to her continued survival.

But keeping her mouth busy was one thing – Shiori had other appendages working for her. There was another thing rubbing against Nerissa's folds, a textured surface tracing threateningly all over her folds and her clit. With the continued stimulation, whatever that surface was grew warmer and warmer.

The realization hit her despite how fried her mind was.

"W-wait, are you using the eggs?!"

"Egg," Shiori corrected matter-of-factly. "Just one."

After she spoke, her fingers' movements became more frantic. Nerissa was so damn wet that she could hear her own juices straight-up sloshing between her legs.

"Ahh—Those are supposed to be for youuu—!"

"I mean, I'm using them for my entertainment. So that counts, right?"

Her back arched when the heart-shaped patterns on the egg rubbed against her insides. It reminded her of the dots and ridges of textured condoms with the way they made her writhe and whine with each stroke. She had devolved from biting her lip into moaning freely when Shiori's tongue slithered between her lips that had been parted by a loud moan. As if to make up for the loosening of her mouth, her fingers clamped down on the fluffy waterproof fabric of their nest.

No matter her outlet of tension, however, she was led to the same ending: she inevitably fell apart again, like a sand castle on the shore.

It was so unfair. She was supposed to be the host of the night!

Shiori eating melted chocolate off of her was supposed to be a gift for Shiori but here she was, getting fingered, eaten out, and Tenga egg-ed on the night that she planned.

"Shh… there there. That's my girl," she could feel being muttered lovingly against her hair, with just a tiny bit of arrogance in it. Like upending Nerissa's plan and pleasuring her was feeding Shiori's ego. It probably was.

A lone finger traced a short line from Nerissa's inner thigh to her knee before offering the chocolate it gathered onto its owner's mouth. "Mmm. Time for the feetsies."

"O-oh my, Shiorin~ Is this the part where I learn about your secret foot fetish?"

"I mean… your feet are okay, I guess."

"Wha—'Okay'?! My feet are sexy!" Her toes were perfect, she had a fabulous arch, her heels had no callouses, and her feet were dainty and youthful!

"Woah there, is this the part where I learn about your secret foot fetish, Rissa?"

"No! Shut up and suck my toes!"

The command made Shiori gape in mock offense. "That's an interesting way to talk to your Daddy. Such a spoiled princess."

As punishment for her tongue, the spoiled princess remained unspoiled for a short while more, due to Shiori making up an excuse to pour another layer of chocolate on her legs. The thick waterfall of rich chocolate followed a zigzag trail down her foot like she was a Samoa cookie, then she turned her leg this way and that to thoroughly cover the whole surface.

"That should be enough," Shiori finally muttered, and it gave the waiting demon a sense of foreboding.

Shiori started licking at her thighs, which sent Nerissa into survival mode. What that tongue could do to her, so close to her womanhood, was still fresh on her mind. She thought she would be able to breathe again when Shiori ventured further away, towards her feet, but she stayed just as breathless. An embarrassing mewl escaped her when she felt licking and sucking at the back of her knee.

Before she knew it, she could recognize the pleasurable sting of bite marks from her thighs to her calves. She was getting scared for the chocolate that was covering her from ankle to toenails, and Shiori hadn't done anything yet.

Then a ticklish sensation made her foot twitch in surprise. There was a warm thumb swiping at the chocolate on the side of her heel. She shivered as Shiori's tongue scooped up the chocolate in the spaces between her toes.

“Do you think you have a high score on Wikifeet?" was the first thing Shiori asked when she started sucking on Nerissa's big toes.

The question came like it was from far away, to the point that Shiori had to repeat it twice for Nerissa's dazed mind to get it. “O-of course! My Jailbirds gave me five stars, I’m sure."

Shiori took her time replying, scraping her teeth against the balls of Nerissa’s feet that renewed the muted kicks from the tickles.

“Mmm… yeah, I guess I can believe that. Heck, I'd give you a perfect score there myself. Maybe on WikiBoob too, if that exists."

Her toes took turns curling in shyness as Shiori sucked on them again. Not just taking all five toes into her mouth – she sucked on each one and the spaces in between, licking all over them like a mother cat to its kittens. Each one was lavished with the same reverence and attention as her private parts. Meanwhile, blood pricked at her cheeks, brought by the bolts of electricity that started all the way down where Shiori's mouth touched her.

And it wasn't just her making sounds; she could hear the moans escape Shiori's throat with every suck. And that was really what drove her crazy.

"Ca-careful now, or I'll think you really enjoy my feet," she tried to tease.

"I enjoy… making my pretty bird feel good."

Nerissa's lips curled. She stretched out her hand in invitation. "I like making my Shiori feel good too. Come here. It's my turn to have you in my mouth."

Once Shiori was satisfied with the state of Nerissa’s feet, she lowered her foot to the ground and moved over as asked… with a certain caveat. She carefully set her knees bracketing Nerissa's head and shoulders, then she lowered her head to Nerissa's hairless mound.

They were in an unusual arrangement for sure: Shiori had always been lying under Nerissa when they 69. It was logical, and Shiori knew that even before her balls came to rest on the upper half of Nerissa's face. The position was intriguing enough that Nerissa forgot to complain about the possibility of Shiori's face going between her legs again.

Sucking on dick from a bottoming position certainly felt different. She felt less in control, especially since she couldn't move her head back and forth. For some reason, it felt bigger in her mouth than it already was. If Shiori wanted to facefuck her to her heart's content, Nerissa would have no choice but to let her do so. In her heart of hearts, she wished Shiori would do so, at that very moment. She even considered begging for it.

But Shiori made no such moves. Instead, the sneaky little schemer had already started circling Nerissa's lower lips. The latter was willing herself so hard to focus, she almost grit her teeth… except Shiori was in her mouth, so she almost bit down on her.

Gentleness, softness, heat, and tons of focus. That was how she was going to get her lover off. Fortunately, that was something she was really good at. She finally got her chance to bring Shiori over the edge, and she wasn't going to waste it. The sound alone of the huge saliva-covered cock ramming in and out of her mouth strengthened her need. She knew she was doing it right when Shiori's mouth stuttered horribly and she was making all those pretty groans while bucking into her mouth. And when Nerissa knew she was close, she switched to jerking off the thick length. She stuck her tongue out and placed her face square in the splash zone.

Scalding heat shot out onto her whole face, her neck, and her chest, and it made her moan in satisfaction. Just like her shaft, Shiori's load was thick and addictively delicious.

"Mmm you taste so good, Shiorin~"

Her tongue whipped out to strike at the dripping seed from the recovering organ.

The little muscle swirled the filthy mix of precum, cum, and her own saliva around, and slowly, tentatively traced upward, until it was very clear that she was aiming to poke at Shiori's back entrance. The mere threat of contact immediately made the usually-calm Archiver twitch like she had been shocked full of voltage.

"Alright, alright, alright. Stop right there, intruder! I'm cutting you off!"

Peals of laughter escaped Nerissa at Shiori's obvious panic. "Aww, what's wrong? Is Daddy too top to have her butt poked?"

Shiori's pouting face came into view as she turned her head to look at Nerissa, though she was noticeably trying not to laugh at being called 'Daddy' again. "Yeah. I'm more of a pegger than a peggee. Someday though, maybe I'll let you in there."

"Alright, alright. Things to try in the future." Nerissa obediently took Shiori's cock back in her mouth as if to assure her that she won't push.

"Doesn't your neck hurt, Reese?"

The woman in question shook her head from side to side, taking the cock in her mouth with it, like Shiori did with her earlier, but her lover was unconvinced. "I think it will hurt later if we stay like this. And I'm getting self-conscious about my balls on your face. I'm rolling us over, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, she did exactly what she said she would. The movement pulled the massive organ out of Nerissa's mouth, and she instinctively growled angrily. Very unbirdlike, and more like a pissed little kitten.

As soon as Shiori's back touched the faux fur, Nerissa took her back into her mouth. With the new position, she was able to bob her head now, and she was happily sucking on it with loud gluck gluck sounds coming from her.

Until Shiori pulled out.

Again! "Hey!"

"I told you I was cutting you off."

Shiori spun back around, crawling so they were facing the same direction. "We're done with 69. We're moving on to P9—woah! What was that, Rissa?"

The exclamation was caused by a push that Nerissa delivered to her shoulder.

"My turn to play with chocolate! I want to massage you!"

Shiori's eyes widened and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh! Okay, I thought you were mad and wanted me to get off of you!"

"Never! Now let me just…"

Nerissa tried pushing at Shiori again. On her shoulders, on her abs, only to get giggles in return. As if to demonstrate the disparity in strength, Shiori pushed back Nerissa's shoulders while the woman herself wriggled underneath. Both of their bodies—not just Nerissa's—have long been covered in chocolate, and it was noticeable where they touched.

"Look at us, it's like we're oil wrestlers, but the oil is chocolate!"

"Ugh. Just let me on top, babe."

This time, Shiori laughs but pretends to yield.

"Ooh-hoo-hoo, how strong! You flipped me over like an egg, an egg frying in the Arctic!"

Nerissa smiled and shook her head at her. "...What?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Well, if you say so…" Nerissa paused to put Shiori's already-half-erect-again member inside herself. The familiar shaft coming in and taking up all the space in her cunt made her tighten up around it even more. "Can you roll over? I want to massage your back."

"You say that, right after you insert my Tab A into your Slot B?" Shiori started, then she realized Nerissa's request. "And you want me to roll over again? Do I look like a wheel to you? Do you just expect my dick to stab through the floor once I'm resting on my stomach?"

"It's not like it can't."

"…Well yeah. But in case you didn't notice, I'll have to pull out of you—" As intended, Shiori's slew of questions got her the desired response of Nerissa pushing down on her shoulders to make sure she stayed put.

"Okay, fuck that. Just stay on your back, and put your arms under your head."

While Nerissa waited for Shiori to follow, she leaned over to the side to grab at another pitcher of melted chocolate.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to?"

Shiori frowned, seemingly unimpressed.

Nerissa pouted and gave her best pleading wet cat face. "Please, Dadd—"

"Okay, stop. I'll do it."

She did as instructed, in the end. The position felt so vulnerable, more so than if her arms stayed at her sides like she was a surgery patient. But that vulnerability was not relevant here. The only other person around was Nerissa, and so she knew she was in safe, loving hands.

The Nerissa started pouring. She went with a trail going from one shoulder to the other, until thick liquid dripped down defined muscles on her lover's biceps. Shiori's delight at how the chocolate followed the topography of her abs finally made sense to Nerissa, because they filled every dip, emphasized every ripple of flesh on her lightly-muscled torso. And to finish, a big cartoon heart just between her breasts.

Then long fingers travelled Shiori's body to expertly spread the chocolate around like it was sunscreen. Despite her skill and thoroughness, it was obvious what she was going for; her touch was not that of a professional masseuse, but that of an ardent lover. Her gaze and her touch lingered just a second too long for it to be considered chaste.

Shiori was under attack from multiple fronts. Thumbs stroked her erect nipples in circles before an eager mouth took a turn on each one. Lusty fingers fondled her abs while Nerissa sucked on the chocolate on her chest, which had gradually dripped downward into her neck.

"Your moans are so pretty," Nerissa whispered hotly against her skin.

It was no wonder Shiori started bucking her hips. Subtle at first, just enough for plausible deniability, before growing faster as her lust made her shed all pretense. Nerissa knew from the start and moved her hips up and down her lover's engorged length.

"Reese… Reese, do you… mmhn… remember when we rode horses? Earlier at-at the… at the… fort place thing? I thought you looked really good while riding on one. Like, really cool."

"Thank you! Mmh… I've had a lot of practice riding my own stallion." Nerissa emphasized her reply with a squeeze of her muscles during another downward slam, making Shiori moan helplessly.

Shiori reached out to gently touch Nerissa's face and swiped her thumb at a stray drop of semen from her earlier orgasm.

"Girl, you're a mess. Did you take all that in the face?"

"What can I say? I looove your cum."

"Would you like some chocolate with that?"

"Please, Daddy."

"Okay, that's starting to get embarrassing," Shiori mumbled but wiped that same thumb on a splatter of chocolate on Nerissa's neck, which the latter promptly sucked up. "We both know I'm not Daddy material."

"I disagree, but you know, I can love you despite your flaws and your wrong opinions." Nerissa stuck out her tongue and made a show of licking her lips. "Mmmn, yummy~"

"Spoiled baby girl."

"That's right. Would you kindly be a nice Daddy and spoil me again?" Nerissa didn't get an answer, but received a well-aimed upward thrust from the woman she was riding. "Oh—! God! Holy fuck, yes!"

Shiori smirked and followed up with her answer. "Yeah, I think so. I think I'll spoil you again."

She sat up and immediately crushed their lips together. With Nerissa properly distracted, she rolled them over again so that she could be on top. Nerissa's legs tightened around her hips as if there was any space left between them to take.

While Shiori peppered her neck with bites, Nerissa's other hand reached out to the pitcher of chocolate sitting nearby. The spout tipped over and spilled a healthy amount on Shiori's shoulders. It dripped down her back and into the front of her neck, accelerated by the jostling of her body as she thrust into her devilish lover's welcoming hole.

Hands traced over defined muscles and old scars that were now covered in creamy dark chocolate. The ten thousand year old demon felt like a child playing with mud, except she had never wanted to devour her playmates like she felt with Shiori. She bit down on her shoulder and licked hungrily, fueled by how Shiori was going full-length into her overstimulated but still-needy cunt.

Shiori's mouth and the egg toy that she used on her earlier had rendered her feeling raw and ragged, and she was also thrusting quite roughly: less on the lovemaking end of the spectrum and more on the breeding side, if Nerissa could think about it. She couldn't, though. Because Shiori really was railing her with all the effort of a virgin pleasing their partner for the first time, when in fact she already knew her body so well.

"Ahhmm… P-please, wait—! S-Slow down—I'm gonna cum, gonna cum!—" she screamed and begged while still humping in return.

"Well, well, well! Look who needs a 'No' side on her pillow now! Haah… Not me. Could never be me," Shiori gloated in between pants. She didn't stop, but her hips had the grace to slow down into seductive rolls. Nerissa almost breathed a sigh of relief…

…Until Shiori tore down her hopes and started moving mercilessly again.

"Oh my god! You… you merciless—Mmnh!—heathen!"

"Why am I a heathen? You said you love my cum, didn't you, Rissa?" Shiori huffed teasingly. The muscles on her arms and hips screamed at the amount of work thrust upon them, but she didn't want to stop.

"I doooo!"

"Then congratulations!"

It was her only warning before Shiori went full throttle.

Her thrusts threatened to leave bruises on Nerissa's hips. Shiori cleaned all the chocolate off of one of her hands and used it to play with the already-screaming woman's clit as if she wasn't already wrecking her insides, hitting her sweet spots like it was second nature.

A feral growl escaped Shiori as her seed rushed out of her and into her girlfriend's womb, followed by a sigh of relief when she felt the convulsions of the other woman's pleasure when she also reached her release.

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She spent her time recovering, breathing heavily against matted black hair before departing with a kiss to Nerissa’s forehead and a mutter of ‘I love you’.

She didn't care if it was sticky with chocolate and saliva and whatever else; she lowered herself onto the valley of Nerissa's breasts and closed her eyes. She was breathing so heavily that she must be red all over. All that swimming and running and rowing that they’ve done during their trip got nothing on this.

"Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more

Let's just kiss 'til we're naked

Ooh, Versace on the floor

Hey, baby, take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl"

"Oh woah, is that song about sex?!"

Nerissa was too tired to reply with more than a tired laugh. She stroked at sweaty, sticky-with-chocolate hair on the head that was resting on her chest.

"I… I promise, Shiwowi. I'll replace your YES-NO pillow as soon as we get home," she swore as soon as she could speak.

"You already said you would, but thanks for the reminder. To yourself." Shiori leaned on her forearms to look at Nerissa from above. "Are you okay?"

"Mm-hmm." Nerissa held the hand stroking her cheek. "Did you have fun on our Valentine's Days?"

"Yeah. The food was good. The underwater hotel was interesting. And I loved seeing all those places with you. Thank you for taking us on this adventure. I'll make sure these memories are treasured." Gold eyes softened and looked away before they said more than they were supposed to. "I… You mean so much to me. Like I said earlier, I would have fun wherever we go, as long as I’m with you."

"Yeah?"

"...Yeah. If I were to put in a dictionary the things you mean to me, you'd beat 'set', 'run', and 'go' as the words that have the highest number of definitions."

“Useful trivia." Nerissa nodded sagely. "You'd have a lot of definitions for my dictionary too. I have sooo many words for you."

"I know. I heard the song you wrote about me. You had a lot to say."

Nerissa giggled and pulled her closer for a peck. "My Shiwowi. My love. My friend. My savior. My freedom. My daylight. My wife. My salvation. My shining star—"

"Those are synonyms, not definitions."

"Oh, whatever," the demon dismissed before giving Shiori an eskimo kiss.

"You know what has a lot of definition though?" she asked, then grabbed Shiori's arms. "These muscles!"

She shot up and rolled them over for the nth time that night. Even Shiori seemed surprised at the energy she still had.

Maybe sexy music in the background influences her, as a Demon of Sound, to be horny? Shiori hypothesized. "Girl, what are you doing? Aren't we going to shower and sleep yet?"

"Of course not! Won't you let me have a turn eating chocolate off of you, my sweet Shiwowi?"

Shiori's eyes widened in fear for a brief moment before smiling in surrender. "Well… okay, if that's what you want, my queen."

The smile that Nerissa gave her was unburdened by nervousness and fear. Radiant, beautiful, and happy. Shiori swore to herself to keep reminding her that the only thing she needed for Valentine's Day—or any other day of the year, holiday or not—was the sweetness of this woman that she loved most in the world.